#San Jose sharks

[nhlclover]

IF THESE WALLS COULD TALK WILL SMITH

pairing: will smith x celebrini!sister!reader

summary: you've been struggling to keep your relationship with will a secret, but when teasing escalates, your secret is unexpectedly exposed.

warnings: brother's best friend trope, mentions of drinking, secret relationship, you and mack are living together instead of him living with the thornton family

wc: 2.49k

notes: when done right, the brother's best friend trope is soooo delicious

As you pull up outside of the Toffoli���s house, the party is already in full swing as the Sharks let loose for the night. You can hear the steady hum of conversation and music flowing out from the open windows.

You’re used to this by now. Living in San Jose for school has meant becoming a regular fixture at these gatherings, thanks to your brother, Macklin. At first, you’d felt like an outsider, just the kid sibling tagging along, even though you’re older than him. But over time, the team had embraced you as one of their own. It’s hard not to get close when they’re constantly around, filling your nights with games or pre-match dinners with the girls.

You step inside, exchanging quick greetings with the players and their significant others. You sidestep through the crowded space, quickly taking in the familiar faces. And then, your eyes find him across the room, as they always do.

He’s standing near the kitchen, beer in hand, laughing at some story Nico is telling him. The dim lighting does nothing to dull the sharp angles of his face, the way his blonde hair curls slightly at the ends, a little dishevelled but in a way that only makes him look better. He’s wearing a fitted black t-shirt, sleeves stretched just enough over his biceps to make your stomach do that stupid little flip it always does when you see him.

God, he looks good. Too good. Unfairly good.

For a second, you forget yourself, caught in the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he grins, how effortlessly he commands the space around him. But then reality snaps back into place, and you remind yourself that you’re not supposed to be looking at him like this. Not here. Not when your brother could walk past at any second.

Your relationship with Will has been a secret — a carefully kept one.

At first, Will was just your brother's teammate — another face in the endless cycle of players who drifted in and out of your life because of Macklin. But unlike the others, he stuck around. He and Mack had clicked instantly when they joined the Sharks, and from that point on, they were practically inseparable. If Macklin wasn’t at the rink, he was with Will. If Will wasn’t at the rink, he was at your and Macklins' place. They trained together, travelled together, and spent their downtime playing video games on your couch like overgrown kids.

And somewhere along the way, between all the nights spent at your apartment, things changed. The connection had been effortless, undeniable.

But it wasn’t supposed to turn into something more.

You hadn’t meant for the late-night conversations to get deeper, hadn’t planned for the stolen glances to linger too long. You definitely hadn’t expected the first time he kissed you, back when it was still something you could chalk up to bad decision-making and too much tequila consumed at a San Jose State frat party. But then it happened again — sober, intentional. And again. Until, eventually, neither of you could deny it anymore.

Now, months later, it’s something real. Something you don’t want to hide, but Will — he’s more cautious. Not because he isn’t sure about you. That much has always been clear. It’s Macklin he worries about.

Mack’s always been protective, always viewed you as his responsibility in a way that, while sweet, could also be incredibly frustrating. On one hand, he’s looking out for you and making sure his older sister is always happy. But he’s your younger brother. Your baby brother. He’s the one you should be worrying about, not the other way around.

And Will? He’s one of his closest friends, someone he trusts implicitly. The idea of telling him — of risking that dynamic — makes Will hesitate.

And so, you’ve kept it quiet.

It’s not always easy. Especially at moments like this, when you’re at the same party, standing in the same room, but you have to pretend you don’t want to be near him. That you don’t want to walk over there and run your fingers through his hair, tug him closer, and press your lips to the spot just below his jaw that always makes him shiver.

Instead, you force yourself to look away, to find a drink, to keep yourself busy. But the weight of his gaze finds you anyway, and when you glance up, Will is already watching.

His expression is unreadable to anyone else, just casual enough to seem normal, but you know better. You see the flicker of longing, the way his fingers tighten ever so slightly around the neck of his beer bottle.

You’re tired of this game — this careful balancing act of stolen glances and unspoken words. It’s not that you want to make some grand announcement, but there’s something about tonight, about the way Will looks at you like he’s barely holding himself back, that makes you want to push him just a little.

You take a sip of your drink, letting your gaze sweep the room before landing back on him. Then, deliberately, you tilt your head and let your eyes drop to his lips before flicking back up to his. It’s subtle — just enough for him to catch it.

Will straightens almost imperceptibly, his fingers flexing around his beer bottle.

You bite back a grin.

You turn on your heel and weave through the party, lingering in conversations just long enough to be seen. You laugh at something one of the girls says, throwing your head back slightly, knowing full well Will is watching.

And when you lean in to talk to Collin — just innocent conversation, nothing more — you don’t miss the way Will shifts where he stands. The way his jaw ticks.

You’re halfway to reaching Cat when Will suddenly steps in front of you.

“Hey,” Will says casually, too casually.

He’s so close that you can feel his breath on your face, the scent of his cologne completely enveloping you. “Hey yourself.”

His eyes flick over your shoulder to Collin, expression neutral but you don’t miss the way his eyes narrow and the way his shoulders stiffen. “Didn’t know you and Ryan were so close,” Will remarks, taking a slow sip of his beer.

“We’re not,” you reply, feigning innocence. “We were just talking.”

Will hums, unconvinced. “Sure.”

You tilt your head, leaning just a fraction closer, just to mess with him. “Why?” you ask, voice low, teasing. “Something wrong?”

He meets your gaze, and for a second, you think he’s going to cave — that he’s going to say screw it and kiss you right here, right now.

But then, instead of giving in, Will’s hand closes firmly around your wrist.

“Come with me,” he mutters under his breath, barely giving you time to react before he’s tugging you through the crowd.

You stumble slightly, caught off guard, but quickly regain your footing as he pulls you down a hallway. The noise from the party dims the farther you go until Will reaches the door to the bathroom and pushes it open, ushering you inside.

Before you can make a smart comment, the door clicks shut behind you, and Will turns to face you, his expression tight, controlled. “Are you having fun?” he asks, voice low, rough.

You blink, caught between amusement and curiosity. “Excuse me?”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “You know exactly what I mean.”

You cross your arms, tilting your head slightly. “If you’re asking if I’m enjoying the party, then yeah, it’s been great.”

“Cut the crap,” he says, stepping closer. “You’ve been teasing me all night.”

Your brows lift. “Teasing?” You scoff. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Will lets out a short, humorless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Bullshit. The looks, the little smirks, leaning into Collin like that—” He stops himself, exhaling through his nose. “You’re trying to get a rise out of me.”

You shrug, biting back a grin. “I don’t know, Will. Sounds like you’re the one making a big deal out of nothing.”

His eyes darken, stepping closer and forcing your back against the counter. “You think this is funny?” he murmurs, voice dropping.

Your heart stutters, but you keep your expression neutral. “I think you’re overreacting.”

Will shakes his head, exhaling heavily. His hands press into the counter on either side of you, caging you in. “You can’t do that,” he mutters, eyes locked onto yours.

“Do what?” you challenge, tilting your chin up.

He leans in, lips barely an inch from yours, voice barely more than a whisper. “Make me want you when I can’t do anything about it.”

Your breath catches, but before you can say anything, he pulls back slightly, running a hand over his face. “Macklin can’t find out,” he reminds you, and there’s something almost desperate in his tone.

You exhale, shaking your head. “I don’t think he’d mind as much as you think.”

Will lets out a sharp, humorless laugh. “You’re kidding, right? He’s your little brother. He’s my teammate. He’s protective as hell.”

“I know my own brother, Will,” you counter. “And yeah, he might be a little weird about it at first, but once he sees how much you mean to me — how much we mean to each other — he’d get over it. He’d probably be happy for us.”

Will’s jaw tightens like he wants to argue, but he doesn’t. He just stares at you, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes.

You reach up, fingers grazing his forearm. “You’re the only one making this harder than it needs to be.”

He swallows, his hand lifting to cup your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheek. It’s so gentle, so at odds with the tension crackling in the air between you. His forehead drops to yours for a beat, and you can feel the unspoken words sitting heavy between you both.

And then, finally, he exhales, shaking his head with a reluctant smirk. “You drive me crazy.”

You grin. “Good.”

And then, before he can say anything else, you close the distance.

The second your lips meet, Will exhales sharply, like he’s been holding his breath this whole time. His hands move down to your waist, pulling you flush against him as he kisses you, slow and deep, like he’s making up for all the times he’s had to hold back.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging just enough to draw a low groan from his throat. It sends a thrill down your spine, and you press closer, letting yourself get lost in him. The party outside fades away, nothing but muffled voices and music in the background.

It’s just you and Will, finally allowing yourselves this moment.

Will’s lips trail from your mouth to your jaw, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers, “You’re impossible.”

“Hey, Smitty, can you stop macking on my sister? I gotta take a piss.”

Macklin’s voice comes through clear as day, making the both of you freeze.

Will pulls back like he’s been electrocuted, eyes wide in panic. His grip on you loosens instantly, and he looks at you, then the door, like he’s calculating how fast he can escape.

You, on the other hand, are struggling to hold back laughter. Because of course this is how Macklin finds out. Not through some well-planned conversation where you gently break the news, but by catching Will mid-makeout session with his sister in a damn bathroom.

The knocking starts up again, more insistent this time.

“Come on, man,” Macklin groans. “Just open the damn door before I start thinking you two are doing more than just making out.”

Will lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a groan and a whimper, running a hand down his face. “I’m actually going to throw up.”

You bite your lip, reaching for the doorknob. “Well, there’s no getting out of this now.”

Will doesn’t move, still staring at the door like it’s a portal to his impending doom. You take pity on him, squeezing his hand quickly before turning the handle. The door swings open, revealing Macklin standing there, arms crossed, expression mostly unimpressed.

“Hey Mack!” you say brightly, like not a single thing is out of the ordinary. Will moves behind you, almost as if he’s using you as a barrier between him and Macklin.

Macklin’s eyes flick between the two of you before he just sighs, shaking his head like he’s already too exhausted to deal with this. “Are you guys done?” he deadpans. “Because, seriously, I really need to piss.”

Will blinks, his mouth opening and closing like he’s trying to form words but failing spectacularly. You, on the other hand, just fold your arms, tilting your head at your brother.

“That’s all you have to say?” Will blurts out, voice strangled.

“What do you want me to say? You want me to scream at you for making out with my sister? Beat the shit out of you?” Macklin snorts at his own comments. “Come on. I’m not an idiot. I’ve known something was up for a while.”

Will finally finds his voice, clearing his throat. “Wait—what?”

Macklin rolls his eyes, stepping past both of you and toward the toilet. “Dude, you’re not as slick as you think you are. The little looks across the room? The ‘accidental’ hand brushes? I mean seriously it makes me want to puke.”

Will is still standing there like he’s buffering, his brain trying to process this information in real time.

You bite back a laugh. “So, you don’t have a problem with the two of us?”

“I mean… why would I?” Macklin asks. “I know you. I know him. Do I love thinking about one of my best friends making out with my sister? No. But you’re both adults, and Will’s a good guy. As long as you’re happy, I don’t care.”

“I told you he wouldn’t care,” you say, smug.

Will doesn’t even bother responding to your comment, exhaling sharply and dragging a hand down his face. “Jesus Christ.”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong — if you mess this up, I’ll have to kick your ass,” Macklin adds.

His gaze sharpens just enough that Will instinctively straightens. “Noted.”

Macklin nods, satisfied. “Good. Now, can you two please get out because I actually have to piss.”

You laugh, grabbing Will’s hand and pulling him out the door before Macklin kicks it shut behind the two of you. Will still looks mildly stunned, but you squeeze his fingers, shooting him a reassuring smile.

You nudge him. “See? Told you. Nothing to worry about.”

Will exhales, looking at you with something between relief and disbelief. “I think I need another beer.”

You grin, lacing your fingers through his. “Come on, then. Let’s go celebrate your survival.”

He lets you pull him back toward the party, still shaking his head, muttering under his breath, “I cannot believe I lost sleep over this.”

[peachhcs]

i could so see samy and will doing the “we listen and we don’t judge” trend. i thought that could be fun to write about!!

WAIT YES this is my favorite trend ever and i know samy and will would rip one another APART (i know i keep saying i’m coming back but TRUST in two weeks i will because it’s another break😛) (bare with me pls pls)

au masterlist

“you are so lucky i haven’t said no to these yet,” will rolled his eyes as he joined samy at the counter while she set her phone up. she rolled her eyes.

“come on, you think they’re fun.”

“yeah, fun is one way to describe it,” the boy mumbled and samy pinched his arm. he immediately swatted her hand away and the couple eyed one another before settling back in which meant will needed to be serious for once.

samy pressed record and then her and will repeated the phrase, “we listen and we don’t judge.”

she let the hockey player go first, watching as he scanned his list he made five minutes prior to this.

“sometimes when you sent me videos to listen to like on snapchat and i didn’t want to listen, i used to make gabe or ryan listen to them for me and respond to you,” will started off strong and his words made the girl’s mouth drop open.

“will! those were personal sometimes!”

“hey! we listen and we don’t judge,” he reminded with a small smirk. the brunette scoffed and then eyed her own list as they repeated the phrase.

“whenever i was mad at you i didn’t watch your games and then just looked at the highlights after when we talked about it.”

“i knew you did that,” the blonde laughed earning a small shove from samy.

“we listen and we don’t judge.”

“whenever you ask if you smell bad sometimes i say no even when you do so you don’t get upset,” another jaw dropper as the boy giggled to himself.

samy was in disbelief.

“dude, what the fuck? i ask because i don’t wanna smell bad. you fucking bitch,” now, samy wouldn’t have said that if her and will weren’t already best friends first.

“we listen and we don’t judge,” will emphasized while the soccer player rolled her eyes.

“when you ask if the other guy was better than you i always say no because i know you’ll get upset even if he was better,” will’s mouth finally dropped open while samy celebrated her small victory of getting back at will for all his harsh ones.

“we listen and we don’t judge.”

“when we were like 10 and i was mad at you i dipped your toothbrush in the toilet and then let you use the toothbrush until you got a new one,” why were will’s comebacks so much more mean than samy’s. the poor girl’s jaw was on the ground hearing that one.

“will, what the fuck! no wonder why i consistently didn’t feel well for months,” she slapped his arm while he just laughed.

“i know you did it to me so it’s just even,” the boy shrugged while samy looked for her next one.

“we listen and we don’t judge.”

“i used to tell the girls who liked you at games that you were such a player and that you got with everyone so they’d lay off because it pissed me off how much they talked about you right next to me,” samy laughed.

“dude what the hell. is that why i never got any girls,” will playfully rolled his eyes.

“hey, you got me!” the brunette grinned and will couldn’t help his smile seeing that.

“okay last one because i don’t have anymore,” the boy chuckled.

“oh of course you get the last word,” samy shook her head.

“we listen and we don’t judge.”

“when i got into that fight with your ex i don’t think i ever told you the full truth but it was because i liked you at the time and he knew it and wanted to provoke me. he was trying to prove his point which is why he started talking and everything escalated,” will finished and then gave the camera a thumbs up.

“wait what?”

not that kevin talked to them anymore, they were all still friends and will wouldn’t have said that if they weren’t. the blonde winked at the camera, “if you’re watching this kevin, love you. miss you.”

the video ended on that note where all the fans were dying to know the lore in the comments once it was posted.

user1 the roasting is sooo crazy omg

user2 ugh u just knowww they’re best friends bc they can say this stuff about one another and not get mad

user3 when samy smiled at will and he smiled back it was sooo cute awww

user4 is this what a secure relationship looks like??

user5 i love how none of this bothers them really

user6 ugh my shaylassss

user7 waitttt what is the tea at the end???

user8 will fighting samy’s ex??? omg i gotta know

[mintens712]

highlight of his break ofc

[777bae]

IN EVERY TOUCH WILLIAM EKLUND

Summary :: You and William are wrapped up in a love that doesn’t need to be spoken. His every touch, glance, and quiet confession speaks volumes, and you feel it in every moment. He doesn’t care who notices, he just wants you to know—you are his world, and he’s completely all in. (REQUESTED :: loverboy)

Warnings :: kissing, a little bit of making out

Word count :: 7.0k

You can’t pinpoint the exact moment it happened—when he went from a shy, almost uncertain admirer to someone who was so clearly, so unapologetically, down bad for you. But somewhere between those stolen glances in crowded rooms, when his eyes would find yours across the space and linger for just a beat too long, and the tentative, almost hesitant touches that sent electricity through your skin, you realized something had shifted. He wasn’t just interested in you anymore. He was completely wrapped up in you, tangled in your presence, and there was no turning back. It wasn’t something he could just shrug off or pretend wasn’t happening. No, this was deeper, permanent, something that had taken root in him. And you could feel it in every look he gave you.

Every time your eyes met, you saw it. It was in the way his gaze softened, how it held yours a fraction of a second longer than usual, like he couldn’t tear himself away, like he was drawn to you by some invisible force he had no interest in fighting. He was captivated, and it was painfully obvious. When you were near him, the world seemed to fall away—his focus, his attention, his entire being, all fixated on you. It didn’t matter who was around, who was watching; nothing else existed except for the two of you in that moment. And somewhere along the way, he stopped trying to hide it. He stopped second-guessing himself, stopped worrying about what others might think. It was as though the weight of his feelings had finally spilled out of him, and it felt too good to try to hold it back anymore. You were his, and that was all that mattered.

He was never really shy about how he felt about you, but now it was something different. The whole world could see it. It wasn’t just in the way his eyes would quietly seek you out in a crowd, scanning the room for your familiar presence, even in the most hectic of spaces. It wasn’t just the way he’d catch your gaze and flash you that soft smile of his, one that was so full of warmth it felt like you were the only person in the room. It wasn’t even just the way he would step a little closer to you when you spoke, or how his body would always angle towards you like you were his true north, guiding him home. No, it was in the small, subtle things—the tiny actions that no one else would notice but you.

It happened so effortlessly, so naturally, that at first, you almost thought you imagined it. You were standing in the middle of a crowded party, the music loud, voices blending into a blur, the energy almost overwhelming. William was nearby, talking with a few of his friends, his laughter rising above the noise like a warm wave. You glanced over at him, watching the way he smiled and gestured as he spoke, and for just a moment, you felt that familiar pull toward him. It was then, as if on instinct, that he reached for you.

His fingers brushed yours as he passed by, so light, so casual, it could’ve easily been brushed off as an accident. But it wasn’t. There was no hesitation in the way his hand met yours, no second-guessing or awkwardness. It was the kind of touch that spoke volumes, the kind that was as familiar to him as breathing. His fingers barely skimmed yours, but in that moment, something electric passed between you, a connection so sharp it almost felt like a spark. You blinked, caught off guard, but before you could even think to pull away, you felt the weight of his gaze on you. His eyes were already on you, locking onto yours with such intensity that it was as if the rest of the room had simply faded into the background.

And then, just like that, he smiled. It wasn’t a big, showy grin—just a soft, gentle curve of his lips, one that only you could truly read. His eyes softened, and you could see the warmth there, the affection that radiated from him without a word. It wasn’t the kind of smile he gave anyone else. It was the smile of someone who had found something worth cherishing, worth holding onto. And even though there were people all around you, the noise, the conversations, the chaos—it felt like time stopped in that moment. There was no one else. Just the two of you, standing there in the middle of the crowd, your fingers still lightly touching.

His fingers didn’t move away. They lingered for a second too long, just long enough for you to feel the heat of his palm against yours, to recognize the quiet desire for more. It was like an unspoken promise, one that passed through that brief contact. His hand was warm, his grip light, but steady, as if he wanted you to know that he was there—that he was yours.

You didn’t need to look around to know that other people were probably watching. But somehow, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that you were in a room full of people, with the noise of conversations and music swirling around you. All that mattered was the way his attention never wavered, never faltered. His focus remained entirely on you, and for a moment, you felt like you were the only thing that existed in the world. His gaze held you captive, not in a possessive way, but in a way that made you feel seen, cherished, and adored. Like he couldn’t pull away from you, even if he wanted to.

You could see it in the way his body leaned just a little closer to yours, in the subtle shift in his posture as if, even in the middle of all the people, he was making sure to create space for you to exist beside him. His whole world had narrowed to that simple touch. Your fingers still brushed, his hand hovering near yours like it wanted to stay there forever. And in that brief, stolen moment, you realized that this was no accident. This was intentional. This was him, showing you, without saying a word, how much you meant to him. How much he was already wrapped up in you.

When his fingers finally, reluctantly, pulled away, it was like the world around you shifted back into focus. The voices, the music, the clatter of dishes—everything came rushing back in, but the bubble between the two of you remained. That quiet connection, that unspoken understanding, was still there. His eyes lingered on you, watching for your reaction, and even though the party had started to hum again, there was a calmness that settled over you both, a shared secret between just the two of you.

It wasn’t just those fleeting moments though. It was the quiet ones too—the way he would look at you when you weren’t looking, as though he couldn’t help but drink in the sight of you when you were absorbed in something else. His gaze would soften, his expression relaxed into something peaceful, as if everything in his life made sense in that moment. And when you’d catch him, when you’d glance up and meet his eyes, he’d always flash you that grin—gentle, open, as if he were rediscovering his love for you all over again. Every time. Like you were the most important person in the world, and every look was a reminder of how much he adored you.

The door to the living room opened with a quiet creak, and in walked William, laughing along with a few of his teammates. The sound of their voices filled the room as they chatted casually, clearly in good spirits after a long day of practice or a game. You didn’t immediately look up from your book, letting the soft noise wash over you as they settled into the space. The familiar, comforting hum of their conversations blended with the low background music, and for a moment, you were content in your little corner of the room, lost in the world of your book.

But then, you felt it. That subtle shift in the air. The moment he entered the room, your attention couldn’t help but be pulled toward him. Even with the chatter and movement around you, there was something magnetic about the way he walked into the space. It was the way he carried himself, the easy confidence he exuded, the way his eyes were already scanning the room, searching for you. Without fail, he always found you first. No matter how many people were there, no matter the distractions—he knew exactly where you were.

You could feel his gaze even before it reached you. It was a quiet thing, an almost invisible thread that pulled at you, the sense that someone was looking, really looking, at you. And just as you turned the page of your book, you caught it—his eyes, locking onto yours across the room. It was a split second, but it was enough. His focus narrowed immediately, the noise of his teammates’ conversation fading into the background as he homed in on you.

You met his gaze, and for that brief moment, it was like everything else in the room disappeared. The sounds of his teammates joking around, the clinking of bottles, the laughter—it all faded into silence. All that remained was the look in his eyes, soft and full of warmth, like the rest of the world was secondary to what he felt in that moment. His teammates might’ve been there, laughing and talking, but none of that seemed to matter to him. It was as if, in that second, everything in his life made sense because you were there, sitting just a few feet away.

Then, as if it was second nature, his lips curled into that smile—the one you knew so well. It was slow, easy, and so full of affection that it made your heart skip a beat. There was no need for words. His eyes said it all. The way he looked at you, as if he were rediscovering his love for you with every glance. And when he saw you smile back at him, when your eyes softened in return, something in his expression shifted, becoming even more tender.

You could see the peace in his face, the quiet joy that only you seemed to bring him. And even though the room was still filled with the sounds of his teammates and the evening’s activities, William’s attention was firmly planted on you. The way his eyes never strayed, the way his body subconsciously leaned toward you as if he couldn’t help himself—it was all so obvious. So real. His teammates, laughing and talking among themselves, might not have noticed, but you did. You always did.

And then, just when you were about to look away, he did it—he flashed you that grin. The one that made your heart flutter every time, no matter how many times you’d seen it. It wasn’t big, or grand, or over the top. It was small, gentle, a quiet curve of his lips that spoke volumes. His eyes still locked onto yours, and the look he gave you was the kind of look that made you feel like the most important person in the world. It was a look that said, I see you. I adore you. You’re mine.

You could feel the sincerity of it in the way he smiled, as if rediscovering his love for you all over again in that single, unspoken moment. It wasn’t just affection. It was the quiet certainty that you were everything to him. And as he leaned back in his chair, still watching you with that same soft smile, you felt a warmth spread through your chest. You didn’t need him to say anything. His eyes said it all.

And when you smiled back, when you gave him that brief, tender smile that only the two of you understood, you knew. You knew that this was love—the kind that didn’t need to be shouted from rooftops, the kind that existed in the quiet moments, in the stolen glances, in the softest of touches. Every time your eyes met, it was as if he was reminding you, in the gentlest way, that you were the center of his world. He didn’t need to make a spectacle of it. His love for you was written in every look, in every shared second of silence between you.

For a moment, it felt like nothing else mattered. Nothing else needed to be said. You and him, two hearts beating in sync, lost in the kind of love that didn’t need words to be understood. It was a love that was so obvious in its simplicity that it left no room for doubt. And as his gaze lingered on you, you couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world. Because, for him, you were all that mattered.

And when you texted him—oh, that was his favorite part. The way his phone would buzz in his pocket, the vibration almost like a quiet invitation to escape from whatever he was doing. It wasn’t just another message. It was your message, and the world would pause for a moment when he saw your name on the screen. His fingers would fly across the screen as he typed out a reply, always thoughtful, always sincere, and never without a little term of endearment.

It was late, a quiet evening after the chaos of a long day. The house was calm, dimly lit by the soft glow of a few scattered lamps. The world outside was still, and you found yourself curled up on the couch with a cup of tea, just unwinding after a busy few hours. The hum of the city filtered in faintly through the windows, but inside, everything felt peaceful—until the buzz of your phone vibrated against the coffee table.

You didn’t even have to look to know who it was. A smile tugged at your lips as you reached for the device, your heart already fluttering at the sight of his name lighting up the screen. William. He was never far from your thoughts, but when it was a message from him, everything else seemed to pause, like the world gave way to something softer, something that belonged to the two of you. You picked up your phone, fingers tapping over the screen to unlock it.

The moment you saw his message, a small, content sigh escaped you.

“Hey, beautiful. How’s your night going?”

It wasn’t anything extraordinary, but it didn’t have to be. His words were always like a balm, simple yet so full of meaning. Your fingers hovered over the screen for a second, contemplating how to respond. You didn’t want to sound too eager, but you were already smiling, already warmed by the fact that he thought of you, even in the middle of whatever he was doing.

You typed out a quick reply, and before you could even put your phone back down, the familiar buzz came again, signaling that he’d responded in kind. Your heart fluttered a little at the speed, the immediacy, and you couldn’t help but feel a small, private thrill.

“Good, älskling. I miss you already.”

Your breath caught, and your heart swelled a little. He always did that. No matter how casual the conversation, no matter how brief the exchange, he would sneak in a line like that, as if it were his own secret message to you—a quiet promise he’d never break. His words always felt like something precious, like he was holding onto a little piece of you in every one, even if you were apart for just a few hours. You didn’t need grand declarations when you had these moments. The sincerity in his tone, the care he put into every message, made you feel like he was right there with you, every step of the way.

You quickly responded, teasing just a little, because you knew how much he loved when you’d play along.

“Miss me already? It’s only been a few hours, William.”

And just as you’d expected, the reply came almost immediately, and you could feel the grin in his words before you even saw them.

“You know I can’t help it. I’m counting down the minutes until I see you again, baby.”

Every word was dripping with affection, and your smile widened. He didn’t try to hide it, didn’t try to play it cool. William was all in, all the time. And you, well, you felt the same.

You could practically hear the quiet chuckle in his voice as you typed out your reply. His messages were never rushed or careless. He took his time with each word, as if each sentence mattered. It made you feel special in a way no one else could. His messages, just like his gestures in person, carried weight.

“Can’t wait either. How’s practice? Hope you’re not overworking yourself.”

You could almost see him smiling on the other end as he read your message. He might’ve been surrounded by his teammates, lost in the buzz of a busy locker room, but when it came to you, he made everything feel like it could wait. His next message came with the same deliberate pace, as if he was crafting it just for you.

“No, it’s all good. Just a bit tired. But thinking about you always makes it better, älskling.”

A laugh bubbled up in your throat at his sweetness, and you immediately typed back.

“You’re such a flirt.”

You didn’t expect him to be anything other than amused by your comment. A few seconds later, his reply came, and this time, there was something even more endearing in his words.

“Only for you, beautiful. Can’t help myself when I’m talking to you.”

You bit your lip, feeling that warm flutter in your chest. It wasn’t just flirtation. It was genuine. Every word from him felt like a piece of his heart slipping into your hands. You had no doubt that he meant every word, that his feelings were real, and they were always wrapped in something that felt so… sincere.

As the conversation wrapped up, you felt the familiar sense of longing tugging at you. The quiet ache of being apart from him, even for just a little while, but that ache was tempered by the warmth of his words.

“Alright, I’m heading to bed. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

And, of course, there it was. The phrase that always made you smile, that quiet promise he gave you without even thinking.

“Miss you already. Sleep well, babe. I’ll be dreaming of you.”

You could practically hear his voice when you read those words, and your heart thumped a little harder in your chest. A simple text exchange, but to him, it was so much more. It wasn’t just a goodbye. It was a piece of him, wrapped up in a message that would linger with you long after you put your phone down.

You set your phone on the table beside you, but for a moment, you sat there, still holding onto the words. “Miss you already.” You smiled softly, your chest full. This was the part of your day you cherished the most—the quiet connection, the unspoken promises. No matter how busy the world got, no matter where you were or how far apart you were, it was moments like these that reminded you how deeply he was invested in you. How much he cared.

It wasn’t about the grand gestures. It was in the small moments, the quiet words, and the promise that even when you weren’t together, you were always on each other’s minds. And as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that he would be thinking of you, too.

He was all in. No reservations, no second thoughts. His devotion to you wasn’t just in the grand gestures, though there were plenty of those. No, it was in the small things—the way his eyes softened whenever you spoke, like he was hanging on every word, like he could listen to you for hours and never grow tired. The way he would adjust himself just a little closer to you, like there was no place he’d rather be. When you laughed, you could almost see his heart skip a beat, like he couldn’t get enough of it. You were his muse, his reason to smile, the one thing that could make his heart race just by being in the same room.

You were sitting together in a crowded café, the kind of place where people would talk over one another, conversations blending into a hum of background noise. But to William, there was nothing but you. Your voice carried easily across the table, talking about something trivial—a funny story about something that happened at work or a moment that made you laugh. And William? He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. His gaze followed every movement of your lips, as if the words you spoke held some kind of magic. His body leaned just a little closer, as though subconsciously drawn to you, the distance between you growing smaller without either of you having to move. He adjusted his posture, pulling his shoulder closer to yours, almost like he wanted to be as close as possible without actually crowding you.

And when you laughed—a light, carefree sound that made the edges of your eyes crinkle and your smile widen—he was completely captivated. It wasn’t just the sound that got to him, it was the way your entire face lit up, how your whole body seemed to embrace that joy. The laughter was like a melody to him, and in that instant, it felt like his heart skipped a beat. He could feel the warmth spread through him, a mix of happiness and admiration, something that made him ache with the desire to keep you smiling forever. He didn’t even realize he was staring at you until your eyes met his, and he could see a hint of curiosity in your expression.

A soft blush crept up on his cheeks, and he quickly looked away, pretending to focus on his coffee cup for a second. But even as he looked down, his fingers tapped nervously on the edge of his mug, betraying the way you made him feel. His mind was racing with thoughts of how lucky he was to be sitting here with you, how each little moment with you felt like a gift. The way you laughed, the way your hair fell just so around your face, the way you looked at him with such warmth—it was all so perfect to him. He had never felt this sure about anyone, about anything. You had become his world, his peace, his heart.

You noticed the way his gaze lingered on you, the way his expression softened even more when you caught his eye. It made you smile, and without thinking, you reached out to touch his hand. The simple action was enough to break the momentary tension between you. His fingers immediately wrapped around yours, a quiet sigh escaping him, as though being close to you was the only thing that ever truly made him feel whole.

“Hey,” you said, your voice gentle, laced with a teasing smile. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He looked up at you, his smile shy but filled with warmth. “Just thinking about how lucky I am,” he confessed, his voice low but steady. He didn’t need to say more; you could see it in his eyes, hear it in the way he said the words. He was always thinking about you, always wanting to be close, always trying to find a way to make you smile.

Your heart fluttered, the quiet confession hanging in the air between you. You didn’t need to ask for more. His love was clear, even in the smallest moments. It was in the way he reached out when you needed support, in the way his hand instinctively found its way to the small of your back when you walked together, in the way his body would shift ever so slightly to stay in sync with yours. You never had to worry about him not being there for you—he always was. He was constantly reminding you, in little ways, how much you meant to him. Even now, as his fingers brushed against yours again, it wasn’t just a touch. It was a silent promise that no matter what, he was there. He would always be there.

And as the two of you sat there, surrounded by the noise of the café, the world seemed to shrink until it was just the two of you, lost in your own bubble of comfort, love, and understanding. You could feel his gaze on you again, but this time, you didn’t look away. You met it with your own, and in that shared look, everything was said. No words were necessary. You knew that no matter how many people were around, no matter where life took you, he was all in. Completely, undeniably, all in. And that was exactly where he wanted to be.

When you were alone together, it was even more intimate. It was in the way he would tenderly tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, or the way his lips would brush against the skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine that you could instantly feel him smirk at. Every touch, every glance, every word between you felt real—like you were two people who had finally found something that mattered more than anything else in the world. And when he looked at you in those quiet moments, it was as if he could see right into your soul, like there was nothing more important than the connection you shared. His touch would tremble just slightly, as if he were afraid he might lose you, and in those moments, it was impossible to deny how completely wrapped up in you he was.

It happened one evening, just after dinner. The house was quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the soft rustle of leaves outside the window. You were curled up together on the couch, the soft fabric of a blanket wrapped around both of you, keeping the evening chill at bay. You were perched in his lap, your body tucked comfortably against his chest, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist, holding you close. Your arms were draped around his shoulders, your chin resting softly on his shoulder, the steady rhythm of his breath beneath your cheek. The world outside seemed so far away; it was just the two of you, content in the simple silence of being together.

You were speaking quietly about your day, your voice low as you described the little things that had made you smile. He didn’t say much, content to simply listen to the sound of your voice, his gaze soft as it rested on you. His face was nestled in the crook of your neck, the warmth of his skin against yours, his breath warm against the sensitive skin. He seemed lost in the moment, as if he was savoring your closeness, as if every second of being with you was a treasure.

You tilted your head slightly, feeling his lips brush against your neck as he shifted ever so slightly, pressing a soft kiss against the skin there. The gesture was quiet, simple, but it made your heart beat faster. You couldn’t help but smile, the sensation of his warmth against you making everything else seem insignificant.

Turning your head to glance at him, you caught him staring at you—his eyes were soft, filled with affection, and there was a quiet intensity in them that made your chest tighten. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound light and easy. “What’s got you so focused?” you asked, your voice playful but warm.

He didn’t immediately answer, instead letting a small smile play on his lips. His arms tightened slightly around your waist, pulling you a little closer, as if he wanted to be even nearer to you. He took a deep breath, his gaze drifting back to your face, and when he spoke, his voice was full of tenderness, like every word was carefully chosen. “I was just thinking about how much I want this moment to last forever,” he said softly, his lips barely brushing your skin as he spoke. “How nothing else matters when I’m with you.”

The sincerity in his words sent a warmth rushing through you, and you felt your pulse quicken as you leaned in just a little, the space between you closing as you rested your head on his. His fingers gently caressed the small of your back, sending a shiver down your spine as you melted into him.

You could feel his breath on your skin, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath you as his arms pulled you even tighter against him. Every movement, every word, every touch felt like an unspoken promise. He wasn’t going anywhere, and in that moment, neither were you.

His hand brushed a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear with such tenderness it made your heart swell. “You make everything feel right, älskling,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, sending a soft tremor through you.

As if on instinct, you turned your head slightly, your lips brushing against his forehead in a soft kiss, a silent gesture of affection. You could feel his lips curve into a smile against your skin, and you knew he was savoring every bit of this—of you. His lips found the soft skin just beneath your ear, pressing a light, lingering kiss against it, sending a shiver racing down your spine. You tilted your head to give him better access, your breath hitching as his kiss deepened, his lips moving against your neck in a way that was gentle yet full of meaning.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours as he asked, his voice hushed with a teasing yet affectionate tone, “Did I make you shiver?”

You smiled softly, your breath still unsteady from the kiss, and rested your cheek against his, your arms tightening around his shoulders. “You always do,” you whispered, your voice filled with a quiet warmth that mirrored the tenderness of the moment.

Without saying another word, he leaned in to kiss you again, slow and deliberate, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that spoke volumes without a single word. As soon as his lips connected with yours, the world outside the bubble of the moment seemed to fall away. It wasn’t a rushed kiss—there was no urgency, no pressure—just the sensation of being with him, completely, as if time itself had paused in reverence of the connection you shared. His kiss was tender, but there was a certain intensity behind it, a depth that spoke of everything unsaid between you, of all the moments you’d shared and all the ones yet to come. Each movement was deliberate, like he was savoring the taste of your lips, as if he couldn’t quite get enough of the feeling of you against him.

His arms tightened around your back, pulling you in closer, as if he wanted to make sure you knew, with every fiber of his being, that you were his and he was yours. You responded without thinking, sliding your legs around him, shifting your weight to straddle his lap, and settling fully into his embrace. Your heart raced, but it wasn’t with nerves—it was the electricity of being this close to him, of being in his arms like this, feeling the heat of his body, the strength of his hands holding you. His chest was solid beneath your palms as you instinctively pressed yourself closer, seeking more of the warmth he radiated.

Your fingers tangled through his soft blonde curls, pulling him nearer, tilting his head just enough to deepen the kiss. It was a movement so natural, so fluid between the two of you, that it felt like nothing else mattered in the world. When his lips parted slightly, you took the opportunity to deepen the kiss even further, tasting him with a quiet urgency, a desire that seemed to hum through you both. His breath hitched, and you felt the little smile he couldn’t quite suppress against your lips. It was a smile full of affection, full of appreciation, as if he couldn’t quite believe how lucky he was to be holding you like this.

Then, the feel of his hands on your body—one moving slowly, purposefully down your side, his touch sending a shiver through you—became something you could no longer ignore. His fingers traced the line of your spine, sending sparks of warmth wherever they touched. One hand slid further down, until it settled on the curve of your waist, and then lower, brushing lightly against your hips. As he did, you couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp, his boldness surprising you in the best way. But just as quickly as he made that move, his grip softened, and he pulled you back up, shifting your body so that you were closer to him once more, your chest flush against his.

You couldn’t stop the small squeal that slipped past your lips as his hand moved to gently press against your lower back, a teasing, playful touch. But as soon as you adjusted, pulling yourself up and away just slightly, he responded, guiding your movement with care. His hands found your hair, the soft strands tangling beneath his fingers as he shifted his weight, keeping you pressed to him but allowing just enough space to make the moment feel even more intimate.

When the kiss finally broke, you were both breathless, your lips swollen and warm from the intensity. For a moment, neither of you moved, just existing in the stillness that had enveloped you. Your forehead rested against his, your breaths coming in soft, matching rhythms as the air between you seemed to hum with the silence that held all the words you didn’t need to speak.

He held you there, his hands on your waist, the grip of his fingers firm but gentle, grounding you both in the moment. His touch was steady, like he never wanted to let go, and you could feel the sincerity in it. The way he held you was a quiet promise, one that was clear without the need for anything more to be said. You were everything to him. And in his embrace, you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be.

“I love you,” he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. The words fell between you like a soft breeze, but they carried a weight that was impossible to ignore. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty in his tone—only the quiet, unshakable certainty of a man who knew exactly what he felt, who didn’t need to shout his love to the world because it was already known, already understood in the simplest way possible.

The truth of his words wrapped around you, curling into your chest like a warm flame, igniting something deep inside you. You could feel it spreading outward, like the warmth of the sun seeping into your bones. It was a feeling that could only be described as pure, unadulterated joy—joy that came from knowing you were loved, deeply and unconditionally, by the person who mattered most in the world. There was no need for grand gestures, no need for anything flashy or over the top—just the quiet beauty of this moment, of being with him, of being his.

A soft smile tugged at your lips, a smile that was as much a reflection of the love he’d just confessed as it was of the happiness that bloomed in your chest. Your heart felt full—so full that you thought it might burst—and it had nothing to do with words or promises, but with the simple connection you shared in that instant. You leaned in, your lips seeking his once more, but this kiss was different. It was gentle, slow, the kind of kiss that spoke of everything that had already been said and everything that didn’t need to be. It was a kiss born of a deep, quiet understanding—a kiss that conveyed all the things that words couldn’t capture.

The world outside the two of you ceased to exist. There was nothing more important than the way your lips met, the way his hands gently cupped your face, holding you in that moment. The touch was tender, almost reverent, like he was cherishing you in a way that only he could. His kiss was light, as if he were savoring every second, every brush of your lips against his. There was no rush, no urgency—just a shared space of warmth and peace, a silence that was more meaningful than any conversation could ever be.

When the kiss broke, you both lingered there, faces inches apart, breath mingling in the soft quiet between you. The rhythm of your breathing matched, slow and steady, as though you were both holding on to the very moment, unwilling to let go. His hands remained around you, pulling you closer as you nestled into his chest, resting your head against the warmth of his shoulder.

There were no words for this moment—not because they weren’t needed, but because they couldn’t quite do it justice. The silence between you spoke louder than anything you could have said. His arms, loosely yet firmly around you, gave you a sense of safety, of being exactly where you were meant to be. His presence was a constant reassurance, a silent promise that this, what you shared, was real, and it was enough.

You couldn’t help but close your eyes, feeling his heartbeat beneath your ear, steady and calm. The gentle rise and fall of his chest matched your own breath, and in that quiet unity, you knew—you knew without a doubt how completely wrapped up in each other you both were. You were his world, and he was yours, and there was no greater truth in that moment than the love that you shared.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t brash. But in its quiet, steady way, it was the most profound thing you’d ever known.

And the most beautiful part of all his love for you? He didn’t care who noticed. He didn’t care about the glances from others, the quiet whispers behind his back, or the raised eyebrows that sometimes followed the two of you. It wasn’t just about the gestures, the little touches, the way his eyes softened when you spoke, or the way his body seemed to naturally lean into you whenever you were near. It wasn’t something he did out of obligation or as an attempt to prove something to anyone else—it was just who he was. Completely, irreversibly, and authentically him.

In those moments, there was no hesitation. No self-consciousness. His love for you wasn’t something he would hide, something he would shelter from the world’s gaze. It was there, in the way his voice would soften when he said your name, in the way he reached for you instinctively in crowded rooms, as if his body couldn’t stand the distance for a second longer. He didn’t need to analyze it, didn’t need to overthink whether it was too much or too soon, because it was just right.

He showed the world, in the quietest of ways, how much you meant to him. He didn’t shout it from the rooftops, but his every action, his every glance toward you, whispered louder than any declaration ever could. When he looked at you, the love in his eyes was evident to anyone who was paying attention, but he didn’t care if anyone was. The only thing that mattered was you.

And maybe, just maybe, it was a little too obvious. Maybe there were moments when people noticed how he would hold you just a bit longer than expected, how he would brush his fingers against yours with a tenderness that didn’t need to be explained. Maybe they noticed the way he would always make sure you were comfortable, that you were cared for, that you never had to ask for anything because he already knew. But even if it made him stand out in the crowd, even if it made others raise their eyebrows, he didn’t care. He would never apologize for loving you in the way he did.

Because for him, there was nothing more natural, nothing more real than the love he had for you. It was a love that didn’t hide in the shadows or shrink back in the face of judgment—it radiated from him, a constant, quiet presence that followed him wherever he went. People could talk, they could whisper, they could try to label it, but nothing could ever change the truth. He was hopelessly, entirely, and completely down bad for you.

And, in the end, that was all that mattered. He would never hide it, never suppress it, never try to make it something smaller or quieter than it was. The love he felt for you was a part of him, as essential as breathing, as necessary as the air in his lungs. So, if people were watching? Fine. Let them watch. Because as long as you knew—as long as you knew that you were his world—he was content. There was no shame in loving you this fiercely, no embarrassment in showing the world how much he adored you.

The truth was, he wasn’t just yours—he was all in. Entirely, completely, forever yours. And nothing, not the whispers or the judgment or the passing comments, could ever change that.

[swirlinmyhead]

willmack to the night we met by lord huron ft. phoebe bridgers

I have a picture in my mind of Mack saying "I wasn't good enough" and Will replying "we’re just kids" can anyone hear my screams?

[toasttt11]

together

November 13, 2024

Mackenzie got invited with Will and Toffoli to the NHL headquarters in New York City as they had an off day while they were in New York.

It was really cool honestly they got to have a whole tour of the headquarters before the social media took the three of them to start filming.

For about a few hours they just filmed so much content, a lot of youtube videos playing some games and a lot of tik tok doing some trends.

Once they spent a while filming so much content they were all finally of allowed to leave and Mackenzie, Will and Toffoli were waiting in the lobby for the uber and taking to one of the social media girls that is actually an old friend of Toffoli.

Toffoli was joking about how attached Mackenize and Will are to each other, “Basically they are just an old married couple already.” Toffoli teased the two rookie.

Will’s lips quirked up not hating the sound of that but Mackenzie made a slightly uncomfortable face, “Just friends.” Mackenzie corrected giving Toffoli a look knowing why he is teasing them, she misses how Will’s face fell before he quickly covered it up.

The uber pulled up and Toffoli said bye to his friend and they headed outside only to find that there was an error with the uber and there was only room for one person.

“I’ll go, you guys can take the next together.” Will quickly said getting in the car before Toffoli or Mackenzie could say anything.

Will wanted some alone time after Mackenzie corrected what Toffoli said so quickly, he thought it was because she doesn’t seem him romantically but he didn’t know she corrected Toffoli because she was worried Will would be uncomfortable as she has no idea what Will feels for her and doesn’t think Will likes her romantically.

Mackenzie frowned watching Will rush into the uber and not saying anything else to her as he left, Toffoli raised a knowing eyebrow knowing why Will left.

Toffoli saw Mackenzie’s genuine frown on her face and knew she didn’t know why Will was upset, “Celly you like Smitty right?” Toffoli asked her bluntly once the uber was gone and he called another uber.

Mackenzie blanched looking shocked he just asked her so bluntly, “What?” Mackenzie’s voice went high.

“You like Smitty romantically.” Toffoli stated raising an eyebrow at her. He already knew the answer but he wanted her to say it.

“What does that have to do with anything.” Mackenzie defensively stammered out her cheeks turning red. She knew he already knew what she felt too with how much he teased her about Will.

“A lot, do you like Will?” Toffoli asked her once more.

“Yes.” Mackenzie mumbled out her eyes lowering to look at the sidewalk.

“And why haven’t you told him yet?” Toffoli asked her, it was the one thing he couldn’t figure out why Mackenzie or Will haven’t confessed yet, especially Will.

“Uh it could mess everything up, he probably doesn’t even feel the same.” Mackenzie quietly said back with a small frown, she doesn’t think Will will ever have feelings for her.

“And have you thought that maybe Will does like you back?” Toffoli said more gently this time.

“No.” Mackenzie replied not wanting to get her hopes up.

“Well i happen to see both of you and you are the only person who doesn’t see Will’s feelings for you. Trust me when i say you can confess to him and it will work out good.” Toffoli encouraged her giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Mackenzie fiddled with her rings slowly nodding at Toffoli’s words, she knew he was telling the truth because if he was lying Cat would kill him.

“Okay.” Mackenzie let out a sigh. She has had so many people tell her that Will likes her that she was staring to hopeful believe it.

“Okay?” Toffoli asked tilting his head confused.

“I’m gonna tell him.” Mackenzie nodded determinedly.

“Great!” Toffoli smiled nodding encouraging glad she is finally going to say something just as the uber pulled up.

Mackenzie quickly got in the car and Toffoli looked amused as he followed her into the car.

Mackenzie was fiddling with her rings the entire drive trying to decide what she was going to say.

The car pulled into the driveway and they got out and walked together to the elevator.

The elevator door opened to Mackenzie’s floor, “We’ll go get your boy.” Toffoli gave her one more encouraging look and she nodded quickly and hurried out of the elevator and down the hallway.

Mackenzie quickly opened the hotel door of Will and hers room seeing Will lying on his bed, “I need to tell you something.” Mackenzie blurted out immediately.

Will looked confused seeing her rush into the room, “Okay?” Will sat up as she walked over to him.

Mackenzie bit her lip looking nervous before letting out a breath, “Okay. Uh I like you, like like like you wait that sounds childish, uh i like you romantically and you definitely don’t have to feel the same and i would completely understand if you don’t feel the same because.” Mackenzie nervously rambled out.

She missed the way Will stood up and the smile on his face continued to grow more and more with her words, “Mack?” Will called out softly stopping her ramble. He’s been waiting to hear these words from Mackenzie for a long time.

Mackenzie paused and realized Will was now standing in front of her and smiling which was a good sign, “Yeah?” She looked at him hopefully.

“I like you too.” Will softly told her back smiling at her gently taking a step closer to her.

“Oh.” Mackenzie let out a sigh of relief at Will’s words, he liked her.

“Oh.” Will teased her softly, “Can i kiss you Mackenzie?” Will whispered softly wanting her permission.

Mackenzie’s eyes went wide but she quickly nodded making Will’s smile grow even more.

Will slowly brought his hands up to Mackenzie’s cheeks cupping her face making her let out a little sigh and lean into him, Will smiled and leaned closer and finally pressed his lips to her lips.

Mackenzie’s hands went up to Will’s face and her fingers tangled into his remaining of curls.

Mackenzie and Will both didn’t want to stop but eventually they needed to breath and Will rested his forehead against her forehead as they caught their breaths.

“I’ve been waiting to do that.” Will whispered admitting, his thumb softly and delicately brushing over her cheekbone.

"Me too.” Mackenzie admitted a bit shyer.

Will dropped one of his hands off her face and resting his hand on her lower back pulling her even closer to him.

“Is this more than a one time thing?” Mackenzie asked softly looking nervous and she didn’t realize she was fiddling with Will’s look sleeve but Will did.

“It’s as long as you want it to be. I like you Mackenzie Celebrini and i would really like you to he my girlfriend.” Will sternly but softly reassured her and asked her.

Will watched her face light up even more at his words and smiled softly at him, Will hoped he will always get this smile directed at him.

Mackenzie’s breath got caught in her throat and she quickly nodded, “Yes.” Mackenzie whispered before pressing her lips back to his feeling Will’s smile.

Will and Mackenzie spent a long time hair standing there wrapped up in each other and kissing before Will eventually pulled back.

“Okay why don’t you get comfortable and we can watch a movie?” Will gently suggested making Mackenzie nod and she let go of her Will and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt heading to the bathroom changing quickly.

She came back into the room seeing Will lying in his bed and his hoodie on the spot next to him, Will looked up at her and patted the spot next to her.

Mackenzie walked over to his bed and Will softly tossed the hoodie at her knowing Mackenzie gets cold easily especially in hotel rooms.

Mackenzie slipped on his hoodie making Will blush as he does everytime she wears a piece of his clothing.

Mackenzie got into the bed and sat down next to him and Will lifted his arm up giving her a soft and encouraging look.

Mackenzie slowly scooted closer to him and softly rested her head on his chest as Will wrapped his arm around her letting out a happy sigh as he rested his chin on top of her head, he finally got the girl.

Mackenzie hummed softly she could get used to this.

[blushrts]

Je voudrais que quelqu'un m'attende quelque part by Anna Gavalda

[oensible]

"All gas 💨" —San Jose Sharks, 2025 Feb 21

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[pencilnewt]

mackerel celebrini, my biological son

[smittyscurls]

Highlights from the Four Nations Break :)

[peachhcs]

did we ever get samy and wills first i love you’s? also i feel like a fic about a bunch of their firsts would be cool.

omg no i've actually never officially published that fic. it's been in my drafts for who knows how long and i always meant to make it a fic, so here it is! slightly edited from when i wrote it like a year ago. takes place after will's first world juniors during their freshman year of college

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after a successful world juniors, samy flew to boston to see will in her last week of winter break before the chaos of school started again. it was a jumbled joint christmas, new year's, wjc celebration, and samy's birthday celebration all wrapped into one since her birthday was at the end of the week.

they were taking things fairly slow considering how crazy the last two weeks were. it was nice just getting to lounge around the house without too much responsibility. will was using this time off and seeing his girl to his full advantage because he would not leave her side at all. they were connected at the hip whether it be running errands, watching tv on the couch, even using the bathroom. samy found it endearing though and she loved it just as much.

it was the day before her 19th birthday and considering will mentioned something about going all out tomorrow for her, the couple was having an easy, relaxing day inside away from the cold boston air.

samy was tucked away into will's side still in bed. they agreed that if they weren't going to leave the house, then what was the point of leaving the bed? it was way warmer and cozier than any other spot in the house. not to mention, being back in will's childhood bedroom brought back a lot of many memories.

"maybe this is weird to say but sometimes when we were kids..like 8 or 9..i used to picture myself years in the future in this exact spot wondering what would happen if we were like boyfriend-girlfriend,” the brunette broke the silence of the room. will’s hand that had been delicately dragging across her skin stopped for a moment as he peered over at her.

“really?” he seemed surprised at that.

“like..kind of. i dunno. i know we didn’t really understand relationships yet but it was the first thought in my mind and you were the only guy i really knew,” samy shrugged.

“are you happy your premonition came true?” the blonde chuckled, resuming his touch.

“i am actually. i think maybe i did always know. i don’t know. or at least i thought about it happening,” she grinned up at him and will thought that smile was the best thing he’d ever seen.

it was always so full of light and nothing could make him happier then seeing that bright smile which would’ve sounded like such a crazy sentence a year ago.

“you know i thought about it, too. sometimes. i wondered who i’d date but i dunno, i guess i never put a lot of thought into it. your brothers used to tease me,” will rolled his eyes at the memory.

“oh, of course they did,” the soccer player giggled.

“they always used to poke me about me having a crush on you as a kid. i always denied it and said no way, but i did think about it and did wonder what if i did end up dating you.”

“are you happy it turned out this way?” samy asked will’s question back to him.

“i’m really happy it turned out this way. i couldn’t picture anything differently honestly,” the hockey player craned his neck to plant a gentle kiss to her forehead. she flushed and buried her face further into the crook of his neck.

“for some annoying, kind of arrogant hockey player, you sure know how to get sappy.”

“arrogant?” will pretended to act offended.

“sometimes,” samy giggled again.

“i’d like to think i’ve grown out of my arrogant phase,” the blonde frowned.

“you definitely have. just sometimes. you were real bad when we were 14-15.”

“i will never be 15 again. that was the worst year,” will shook his head. all of those years were bad which always seemed to new running theme in the teenage years.

“last year as a teenager though,” samy reminded him and the closer her birthday got, the more jittery she became about how her last year as a teen would go.

she wouldn’t say being a teenager was always super fun, but she’d miss the carelessness that came with it.

“are you excited?” will wondered and the girl shrugged.

“kind of? nervous? excited? both?” she laughed.

“it feels so weird getting older. i wish we could go back to being kids. i miss those days,” a solemn feeling fell over the couple as they silently reminisced on the days they ran through the house chasing after one another and getting mad when someone was being too mean.

“say we go back in time and you know everything that’s going to happen in the future. would you do anything different?” samy wondered. she loved asking those random, thought provoking questions.

“no, i wouldn’t,” will answered almost immediately without missing a beat.

“really?” his response shocked the girl. “you wouldn’t like..i dunno maybe try and swoop in faster if you knew what our future was?” she giggled again.

“i mean..yes and no. yes i do wish i realized faster, but also i think if we got together too soon it wouldn’t be exactly the same, you know? we got close on our own and it wasn’t ever forced and i think that’s the beauty of it. if we did know and we did force, i don’t think our relationship would be as organic as it is,” will hummed and samy was shocked once again at how insightful and wise her boyfriend sounded.

“okay, since when did you turn into a philosopher,” she joked.

“you get what i mean though?” will pushed himself up some more as he thought a bit deeper about samy’s question and the reasoning to his answer.

“no, i get it. i don’t think i’d do anything differently either. i think the slow burn is what made it feel that more special and worth it in the end,” she nodded, admiring the boy’s features. he ducked his head down so she could drag her fingers across his scalp through his curls.

“this is gonna sound really cheesy but i would wait for you in every life time,” his words earned a bright blush all across the younger hughes’ cheeks.

“i think you need to get back on the ice because this time off has been made you way too sappy,” samy pinched will’s cheeks.

“i think it’s just because i’m finally around someone i love,” will kissed her cheek and it took another second for his words to settle in.

the girl pulled back, “wait. what did you say?”

the blonde grew confused, “what?”

“you said..you said you love me?”

will finally remembered his words and now it was his turn for a bright blush to spread across his face. his cheeks burned in embarrassment because he didn’t even realize he said it. it just came out of his mouth without much other thought other than how true and how much he meant it.

so he recollected himself and nodded a bit more confidently this time, “yeah, i do love you. i’ve always loved you.”

samy melted into his arms, “i love you too.”

the two were now smiling from ear to ear, their relationship now taking on a whole new meaning.

[akumaparker]

I love Macklin Celebrini he's such a cutie patootie

[backstepping]

nhl official stephen hiff’s family and friends all dressed up to celebrate his league debut and first call

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telling

November 14, 2024

“Are you sure?” Mackenzie asked Will again as she sat on his bed in the hotel room, she was fiddling with her rings.

Will and Mackenzie talked this morning about telling at least best friends and siblings about their relationship. Mackenzie really wanted to tell her people but she didn’t want to if Will wasn’t ready.

“Hey.” Will firmly but gently spoke as he sat down next to her resting his hand on her hand stopping her fiddling, “I don’t care who knows, the whole world can know or no one con know it is your choice and it’s your choice if people find out.” Will reassured her softly.

Mackenzie slowly nodded and smiled a little smile and nodded, “Okay who first?” Mackenzie asked her boyfriend, she’s still getting over her shock that he is her boyfriend now.

Will sat on the bed next to her and they both leaned against the headboard, “Do you want to go first?” Will offered her grabbing one of her hands and gently intertwining their hands.

Mackenzie nodded and grabbed her phone clicking on her group chat with Aiden, Connor and Cole and clicked face time.

“MackMackMack!” Cole immediately rambled out the second he joined the call.

“Shush.” Connor playfully shushed Cole when he joined, “Hi Kenzie!”

Mackenzie grinned as Cole started arguing with Connor over getting shushed and saw Aiden laughing.
Will smiled amused from where he was sitting next to Mackenzie not on the camera, he didn’t realize close Connor and Cole are.

Aiden cleared his throat stopping Cole and Connor’s playfully arguing, “Hi Zie what’s up?” Aiden asked knowing his sister well enough to know this isn’t a random face time call.

Mackenzie cleared her throat and shared a look with Will who gave her a reassuring look, “Uh you guys may have been right about Will.” Mackenzie awkwardly mumbled out not sure what to say.

“Right about what?” Connor raised a knowing eyebrow.

“I’m dating Will.” Mackenzie blurted out and showed Will on screen making him wave softly.

“Ha! i was right Cole!” Connor grinned his playfully and competitive side coming out.

“Buzz off.” Cole groaned dramatically rubbing his face annoyed he lost the bet by just over a week.

“I won.” Connor teased with a teasing smile making Cole flip him off.

“Won what?” Mackenzie asked suspiciously narrowing her eyes at the screen making Connor and Cole both freeze.

“Nothing!” They both said in unison but Mackenzie just stared at the screen.

“Wemadeabetwhenyouandwillwouldgettogetherwithryanandgabe.” Cole quickly rambled out.

“You made a bet with Ryan and Gabe?” Mackenzie didn’t even look surprised and Will shook his head because his best friends would do this.

“Maybe.” Cole dragged out as Aiden just laughed, Once Ryan found out about Cole and Connor’s bet he wanted in and he dragged Gabe into it too.

“Connor won than?” Mackenzie smirked teasing making Connor nod and grin.

“Unfortunately, couldn’t you have gotten together in October!” Cole complained.

“I’m so very sorry.” Mackenzie sarcastically spoke making Will snicker amused.

“Thank you.” Cole playfully nodded.

“Anyways, i’m glad you are together now,” Aiden piped in giving a supportive smile, “Smith treat her the way she deserves and we will have no problems.”

Aiden thought he would be more worried when Mackenzie started dating again but he has seen Will an show Will treats Mackenzie and Aiden knows it’s not like the situation with Mackenzie’s past relationship where Aiden thought he was good for her and wasn’t because everyone agreed Will is perfect for Mackenzie.

“I promise.” Will truthfully promised making the three boys all nod satisfied. They will give him more shovel talks when they see him next but for now he’s approved by them.

Mackenzie and Will talked with the three for a little bit more before saying bye and hanging up.

“One down.” Will softly spoke pressing a slow and soft kiss to Mackenzie’s forehead making her eyes shut as she enjoyed the contact from Will.

Will gave Mackenzie a moment before asking, “Ready?”

Mackenzie nodded and she fiddled with Will’s hand as Will stared the facetime with his sister and two best friends.

“Well hello Mr. Heart Eyes!” Ryan chirped the second Gabe joined the face time and he was sitting with Gabe in the dorm.

“More like puppy eyes.” Grace teased making Ryan and Gabe both laugh and Mackenzie had to look away to stop herself from laughing.

Will smiled shaking his head at their teasing, Grace and Ryan both tease him at least once a day about his feelings for Makenzie because in their words he has an very obvious crush on her.

“Want to hear my news or not?” Will raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Gabe nodded pinching Ryan to shut up.

“I asked Mack to be my girlfriend.” Will told them with a proud smile and he moved the phone back showing Mackenzie.

“OH MY GOD FINALLY I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR A BILLION YEARS!” Ryan loudly said with the smuggest grin that they finally got together.

“It’s barely been a year.” Gabe depended but Ryan just continued to grin smugly.

Will just rolled his eyes fondly at Ryan, he gets constant texts from Ryan with screenshots of media of him and Mackenzie with Ryan chirping him about his feelings for Mackenzie and how obvious he is.

“Thank goodness i want Mackenzie as my sibling.” Grace beamed looking happy Will finally asked her.

Mackenzie laughed at Grace’s words as Will gave his sister a deadpan look, “Thanks Gracie.” Grace just smiled.

“Ha i have to rub it in to Eisey that i know before him.” Ryan grinned pulling out his phone.

“Uh Cole already knows.” Will told Ryan.

“You told that BU player before me!!??” Ryan looked offended and disgusted.

“He’s your friend with how much you text each other.” Gabe bluntly told Ryan fondly rolling his eyes.

“Absolutely not, i only tolerate one BU player and that’s Celly.” Ryan firmly said, he would never admit to liking Cole once Cole joined BU.

“Well you’re the only likably BC player.” Mackenzie teased laughing at the offended look Will gave her, “Maybe Gabe too because he’s to nice.”

Gabe smiled softly.

“And this is why you are the only BU player i like.” Ryan laughed at her words and the look Will was giving her.

“Mean.” Will pouted at his girlfriend trying to not smile as he said his girlfriend in his head.

Mackenzie just smiled and squeezed his hand leaning more into his side making his pout go away.

“Anyways i need to know why Eisey hasn’t told me yet.” Ryan looked at his text pulling up Cole.

“Because we told Cole not to tell you as we told him only five minutes before you and he ended up blurting out he needed to tell your group chat.” Will bluntly told them.

“What group chat?” Grace tried to ask innocently but Will just laughed and gave her a look not buying her tone at her.

“Look the group chat was needed!” Ryan protested.

Will and Mackenzie shared a fond smile as they listened to Ryan’s reasoning why the group chat was much needed, it went well telling all six of them.

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A story in two parts (second picture from this video x)