she/her, queer, sagittarius, san jose hockey fan (nhl and soon to be pwhl !!), lover of zara larsson, lorde, noah kahan, kacey musgraves, and much more. i write x readers, and I range a lottt. full fics or blurbs or smaus. i kind of just do whatever comes to mind or im requested. mostly doing texting smaus as of right now along with probably some headcanons and blurbs.
requests: OPEN !! pls send me reqs!! this blog is pretty request reliant and i will likely answer as of now. my asks are also open for literally anything you want to talk about
masterlist
recent works: orbiter, mack bf texts 2
emoji anon list: soon as well LMAO
who do i write for?
- will smith
- macklin celebrini
- sidney crosby
- connor bedard
- michael misa
- ben kindel
- fraser minten
- sam dickinson
- alysa liu
- collin graf
- ryan leonard
- william eklund
!! may be forgetting some, and im pretty open to any suggestions. if you don't see someone you want me to write for, put it in my asks!
i will write for any type of reader tbh. I've done singers, nurses, teachers, actors, media girls,,, whatever your heart desires dear. we are very self indulgent around here
who WONT i write for?
hughes brothers, carter hart (anyone of the players from the case), and probably all of the 2026 USA mens roster. i also don't really write smut, but im definitely open to suggestive blurbs or headcanons
no dms pls! bye, i love you!
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Used to the whispers when you answered too many questions in class. Used to the boys snickering when you carried around novels thicker than their textbooks. Used to eating lunch in the library because it was easier than pretending empty seats didn't exist.
And somehow, despite all that, you'd still fallen for Will Smith.
At first, he was just another hockey player. Another popular guy who walked through the halls with his friends like they owned the place.
Then he'd started sitting beside you in chemistry.
Then borrowing your notes.
Then texting you random questions at midnight.
Then showing up at your locker.
Then smiling at you like you were the only person in the room.
And somewhere between study dates and late-night drives and stolen kisses behind the rink, you'd made the mistake of believing him.
Believing he actually saw you.
Believing you were more than some joke.
Prom night shattered that illusion.
The gym glittered with cheap decorations and fairy lights. Music echoed through the room while couples danced beneath the streamers.
You'd spent two hours getting ready.
Two hours trying to convince yourself you belonged there.
Will hadn't stopped staring at you all night.
"You look beautiful."
You rolled your eyes.
"You've said that six times."
"And I'll say it seven."
His hand found yours.
The familiar warmth should've comforted you.
Instead, something felt off.
Maybe it was the way his friends kept glancing over.
Maybe it was the way Ryan and Gabe kept looking guilty.
Maybe it was the knot in your stomach that refused to disappear.
You excused yourself to get a drink.
That was when you heard them.
A group of hockey players standing around one of the tables.
Laughing.
Talking.
Not realizing you were right behind them.
"Dude, best twenty bucks I've ever spent."
Your stomach dropped.
You knew that voice.
Ryan.
"What was it, anyway?" another guy asked.
"You don't know?" Connor laughed. "Beginning of the year. We dared Will to ask her out."
Silence.
"No way."
"Swear to God."
Your pulse thundered in your ears.
"No, seriously. Twenty bucks. We thought she'd say no."
Someone laughed.
Someone else muttered something about how insane it was.
And then came the sentence that made the entire room tilt.
"Crazy thing is he actually fell for her."
You couldn't hear anything after that.
The music blurred.
The lights blurred.
Your vision blurred.
All you could think was:
Twenty dollars.
Your relationship had started because someone thought you were worth twenty dollars.
You turned and walked away.
"Hey!"
Will's voice echoed behind you.
You ignored it.
"Y/N!"
His footsteps followed.
You pushed through the gym doors and into the empty hallway.
"Stop."
You spun around.
"What?"
Will froze.
Because he'd never seen you look at him like this.
Like he was a stranger.
"What happened?"
You laughed.
The sound was horrible.
Broken.
"How much was I worth?"
His face went white.
Immediately.
And that told you everything.
Everything.
"No."
"How much, Will?"
He didn't answer.
You nodded.
"Right."
"Y/N—"
"How much?"
His jaw clenched.
"...Twenty."
The number hit harder than you expected.
Because hearing it made it real.
You swallowed.
"Twenty dollars."
"It wasn't—"
"Twenty dollars."
"It was a stupid dare."
You stared at him.
The boy you'd loved for almost a year.
The boy who knew your favorite books.
The boy who kissed your forehead when you were stressed.
The boy who knew exactly how much you'd been hurt by people.
And he'd started all of this as a joke.
"You asked me out because your friends paid you."
"No."
"That's literally what happened."
"At first."
The words slipped out before he could stop them.
At first.
You laughed again.
A tear rolled down your cheek.
"Oh my God."
His face crumpled.
"No, no, that's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean?"
"That was before I knew you."
His voice cracked.
"I didn't know you."
You looked away.
Because if you looked at him any longer, you'd cry.
"I was an idiot."
"Yeah."
"I know."
Silence.
Will took a shaky breath.
"After the first week I forgot about the dare."
You said nothing.
"After the second week I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Still nothing.
"After a month I was completely screwed."
His voice was quiet now.
Raw.
"Do you know how many times I tried to tell you?"
That made you look up.
His eyes were red.
"I wanted to tell you."
"Then why didn't you?"
Because that was the question.
Will looked miserable.
"Because I was terrified."
You scoffed.
"Of what?"
"Of losing you."
His answer came instantly.
"You would've hated me."
A bitter laugh escaped you.
"Well congratulations."
The words hit him like a slap.
You could see it.
The hurt.
The panic.
The realization.
Because for the first time since you'd met him, Will looked like he might actually cry.
"I love you."
The hallway went silent.
You froze.
His voice shook.
"I love you."
Another step.
"I know I don't deserve you."
Another.
"I know I screwed this up."
Another.
"But every single thing after that stupid dare was real."
Your heart broke a little.
You believed him.
That was what made it hurt so much.
You believed him.
And you still loved him.
Which was honestly the most infuriating part of all.
Will stopped a few feet away.
Close enough to reach you.
Not close enough to touch.
"You don't have to forgive me tonight."
You stared at the floor.
"You don't have to forgive me at all."
The crack in his voice nearly undid you.
"But don't think for one second that you were ever worth twenty dollars."
Slowly, you looked up.
His eyes met yours.
"You were the best thing that ever happened to me."
The tears you'd been fighting finally escaped.
And for the first time all night, neither of you knew what happened next.
Only that whatever came after this would have to be built on the truth.
he’s fucked you so good it feels like you’ve just gone through a three hour workout session. you’re sprawled on his bed, his whole weight pressed on top of you, when your stomach clearly didn’t get the memo and lets out a loud grumble.
“you hungry?”
“a little.” you nod, a little breathless. his expression softens instantly, thumb brushing gently over your cheek. “say less. your favorite, yeah?”
which is what brings you both into the kitchen at one in the morning.
he’s quietly whipping up the ingredients for your favorite cinnamon pancakes, trying not to wake the others, while you sit on the counter beside him, a bowl of strawberries balanced between your legs. you bite into one, watching—no, openly admiring—your very attractive boyfriend.
soon-to-be husband, if he keeps this gentleman act up.
the whole “being quiet” thing fails miserably because garrett can’t help cracking dumb jokes and throwing in terrible pickup lines. you laugh way too loud, and he uses it as an excuse to kiss you just to shut you up.
“can you get me the chocolate chips, please?” he mumbles, focused adorably on mixing the dry with the wet ingredients.
you reach into the drawer next to you and hand them over. he leans in to peck your lips in return. “thank you, baby.”
“mhm.”
while waiting for the pancakes to cook, he stands between your legs as you feed him strawberries, rewarding you each time with a soft kiss.
who knew garret “i-don’t-do-girlfriends” graham would be standing in a dimly lit kitchen, hand-feeding his girl pancakes he made from scratch at one in the morning without a single complaint—kissing the syrup off her lips after every bite, making her giggle hysterically. the kind of giggle that makes him grin so wide, looking at her like she’s the only girl in the world.
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•• YOU SEEM PRETTY HAPPY FOR A GIRL IN A BREAKUP AU
and when im blue, you’re red. i wanna kiss your neck and make it purple all over
INFO
Popstar Arabella Beaumont has recently gone through a breakup with her boyfriend of 2 years, Kimi Antonelli. Fans have always loved the couple, and we’re sad when the two have split. Although, Arabella seems to be happy after, even being seen with upcoming hockey star, Fraser Minten.
CELEBRITY BIRTHDAYS
𝒜𝑅𝒜𝐵𝐸𝐿𝐿𝒜 𝐵𝐸𝒜𝒰𝑀𝒪𝒩𝒯
BIRTHPLACE AND RESIDENCE
Arabella Beaumont was born in Antibes, France. Although, because of her grown popularity in North America, she has moved to Boston, Massachusetts.
FAMILY
Arabella is a 20 year old French-American pop singer. Her father’s job unknown but her mother is an interior designer. She has two siblings, her older sister, Marie Beaumont, is active in her career, becoming Arabella’s manager. Her younger brother, Elijah Beaumont, seems to be chasing acting, starring in a few major French films.
CAREER
Arabella is a singer, also a songwriter, writing for other popular singers.
PARTNERS AND RELATIONSHIPS
She is known to have had a previous relationship with Kimi Antonelli, Formula 1 driver for Mercedes. The two have recently split up, as of March 2026. Although, rumors have been circulating that Arabella may be connected to Boston Bruins player, Fraser Minten.
𝐹𝑅𝒜𝒮𝐸𝑅 𝑀𝐼𝒩𝒯𝐸𝒩
(not gonna make one for him since you guys already know him :P )
do you do anons, cause if you do can i be 🦈 anon 🥹 anyways you should do a will x fem!reader fic where’s it’s in his bc era and they won their game by a lot and the team goes out to celebrate at some party or something but he knows reader is waiting for him in his dorm and it’s like late by now so he thinks she’s asleep but she was waiting for him :D
── .✦: Will's out celebrating after a great game, but all he wants to do is go home to you.
eek this was so fun to write!! i hope you enjoy,,, i did proofread but i wrote it in one night so apologies if i missed anything 🫣
You were already having a shit day.
Actually, you came to Will’s dorm after your final class of the day, crying, because you were so stressed. After he calmed you down, he gently reminded you of his game tonight. He told you that you didn’t have to go, obviously, but you vehemently promised that you’d be fine, just as long as you can go to bed with him after.
Will is fine with that. The problem is, he played fucking great tonight. The whole team did. When you came to find him after the game, the team was shouting about going out to celebrate.
“You can go,” You had promised, “Swear. I’ll be fine.”
Now it’s past midnight, and you stopped answering his texts thirty minutes ago. You’re asleep, and all of his friends are drunk out of their minds. He didn’t drink much—mostly because he didn’t want to put you in a situation where you had to take care of him, or even get out of bed to pick him up.
Eight months ago, he would’ve gotten absolutely shit faced. He knows this. He’d have hurt his stomach with the amount of shitty alcohol he would’ve drank, and crashed on Leno’s couch. But instead, he’s periodically checking to see if his girl is active, and cutting his linemates off.
“Oh my Goddd,” Gabe whines after Will takes a solo cup away from him, “You two are so lame.”
Will smiles. “Not my fault you’re single. Jesus—you’re cut off. Go to bed.”
Gabe groans and mumbles something incomprehensible, before sloshing away.
When Gabe’s gone, he looks around the party. Technically, he could sneak out the back door right now. No one’s immediate attention is on him, and every one of his friends is too drunk to realize he’s missing anyway.
He needed approximately ten seconds of convincing himself before he’s throwing away his solo cup (of juice) and digging through his pockets for his keys.
He’s started to hate going to parties without you. When he’s alone, girls will approach him, thinking he’s easy (to be fair, every single one of his friends are), and he’ll always have to awkwardly decline. Besides, you two are fucking dynamic together. You’re just so beautiful, and, not to sound too cocky, he’s a D1 hockey player. You two certainly turn heads at every event you walk into. You always tell Will that it’s him who does it, but he can hardly believe it when you’re you.
He sneaks out the back door and immediately shivers. He forgot how cold it was, after being stuck with the sticky air of the house party all night. He doesn’t mind the cold, but he knows you do. You always get a little miserable when it’s this cold, which was part of the reason why he wanted to just ditch the guys and go straight home to you. It’s probably why the stress made you cry, he thinks absently, turning the car on.
By the time he gets to the stairwell to his hallway, he’s building a game plan to avoid waking you up. He’s done this before—you can and will literally fall asleep at any given moment—what he usually does is stuff a towel at the crack between the door and the bathroom floor to avoid waking you while showering, and then silently crawl into bed next to you.
Slowly, he fumbles with his keys as to not jingle them too loudly, and very carefully shoulders the door open.
And… there you are. Totally cocooned in blankets, yes, but awake, barely watching a movie. Your eyes are barely open when you see him.
“Hi, baby. You’re awake?” he says softly, walking towards the bed.
You sit up, bringing the blankets with you, and stretching your back.
“Mmm, yeah,” you say, exhausted, planting your face on his stomach. “Wanted to see you. Congratulations on your win. You were great.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” he rubs your shoulders mindlessly.
Quickly, you pull your face back. He tilts his head at you.
“You stink like a party. Go shower.”
Will laughs breathlessly, automatically backing up from you since he knows that smells are something that particularly ick you out.
“Alright, I’m going. Sorry."
"You're okay." You smile softly, yawning a bit.
“I won’t be mad if you fall asleep.”
“I know,” you rub your eyes, “Just wanted to talk to you first.”
Will smiles, making a conscious effort not to gross you out and kiss you on the cheek, and goes to shower.
The scalding water feels fucking magnificent on his skin, but he cuts the shower short. He’s exhausted, and he’s not sure if you’ll be awake by the time he gets out there if he takes any longer. He comes out of the shower, a cloud of steam following him, and he sits down on the bed.
You immediately plant your face on his shoulder.
"Your skin is so warm," you mumble into his bare skin, inhaling absently. He chuckles, and you feel it reverberate into your cheek.
"Look at you," he teases, resting his back against the bed frame. "Staying up late to see me? I'm flattered."
"Yeah, well, I love you, so.." you mumble, climbing up his side. Your face rests near his hip.
Will grins at that as he rubs your scalp. He's gonna stay up for a while after this, he knows that. The adrenaline from the game sticks with him forever, even if he's exhausted. And you're just so content here, pushed up against him, hand scrunched up on his boxers. God, he worships you.
"I love you too, sweet girl," he coos, but you're already asleep.
He thinks about Gabe and Leno, who are totally wasted right now, either blacking out or hooking up with a girl they'll never see again.
Will can't even imagine that anymore. Which is crazy, because he was right there with them before you.
He's exactly where he wants to be.
yikes i am out of practice writing x readers. like seriously. so sorry if this is a little ass. I really like this duo tho so if anyone wants anymore of this lmk 👀 will being so insanely in love with his girl #canon
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