Hullo there! Call me pastel or anarielle, I write drabbles for whatever pairing strikes my fancy. I am currently obsessed with celebedsy / grilled cheesby and would be happy to hear prompts and ideas. :) (pastelfeathers on Ao3)
returning anon who said connor sunk his claws into me and won't let me go
re: but i think it has to do with the fact that i want him to lowk do better than mack to prove the narratives being woven about him... & i tweak more about connor than mack lowkey
i'm glad you said it first cause i didn’t know how to word it & was scared it was gonna come off wrong if i tried to say it 😭. like do not get me wrong, i LOVE seeing mack do well and pull off crazy shit and break records. but when it comes to very specific things like the sharks v blackhawks games, i do find myself hoping for connor to do better than mack (even if just by a small margin). and not just bc social media will spend the next few hours calling him washed and a fraud if he doesn’t. but bc the only time people other than his own fans ever seem to give him his flowers is when he’s directly going up against mack. any other time it’s like,,,
connor pulls something off w the blackhawks = “okay but let’s talk about this completely unrelated thing that mack did and how much better he did it”
mack does something good = “OH connor could never”
and i genuinely don’t understand how things came to be like this bc the two of them have literally. Never spoken badly about each other. not publicly anyway. so when people dislike connor because of mack, or dislike mack because of connor (which I don’t acc see that often, but I have seen it here and there) it’s just so ??? for what ???
& i have so many other thoughts that i wouldn’t even begin to know how to put into words (the olympics ordeal, the way people compare their performances & what they’re able to pull off knowing that, team wise, they do not have anywhere near the same support system). moral of the story: WE need connor to prove the narratives wrong bc things cannot keep going on like this 💔
when I got into hockey it was because I needed something that would not stress me out like f1 does. now look at where we are smh. all cause of connor bedard
p.s. I just scrolled up to look at how much I typed and. I am so sorry for rambling in your inbox like this omg. usually I just come here to say a thing or two about celebedsy but. well 🙂↕️
HELLOOOO never feel bad forreal for yapping in my ask box thats like what i've always wanted. because its so fun to talk with people and stuff PLUS while i am a celebedsy peddler i like to have general discussions about them separately :nodnodnod:
had to cut the text because i too have lots to say!!!
its kind of crazy how much people like to give connor lashings for things that aren't necessarily his fault and aren't necessarily indicators that he's washed. like no he's definitely not washed but rather struggling and lacking the same kind of synergy and support that exists in the sharks with mack. plus the blackhawks are also rebuilding like the sharks lmfoaskdoakosd so i don't see why we need to hastily compare when both teams are in different stages of the rebuild and the sharks do have an advantage by giving mack people he can synergize with...
but like also about comparisons, that in of itself is natural no matter where you look and who you're looking at so that's not really an issue. its just that people are kinda doing it with no basis half the time WHICH OKAY i get it ive been a hater ive been a hatewatcher ive been a slanderer but like flmasodkaos cmon
its not even an issue too if mack does something better than connor, its just that we dont need to bring up connor.... like this is a conversation about mack why do we need to involve connor? i guess its because hes like someone who invites so much conversation through their similar 1oa status and being like immensely talented at hockey
it seems like a cop out to say it but like why can we not be happy for both LMFAOOOOO it seems very strange to say but half of what people slander connor for have nothing to do with mack. hey if its warranted then go for it but like most of this is just a big pissing contest about who is better and it gets old really quick because lets be honest neither the sharks or blackhawks are even in contention for a stanley laksdlaksld not even close despite having great players
sometimes i really want connor to do way better just so that the conversation about them both are equal or evened out somehow. like half of the time there is no need to be a powerscaling son about both players but if you really need to compare their stats and discuss who is better than id like connor to have a lot to show for
i fear twin that sports are stressing no matter where we go and no worries we have to have more conversations about things like this its always so interesting to have 😋
As requested, a popstar!Connor drabble for @mitchigann. (And yes, I had fun using a Tik Tok comment generator to make the following image, never let it be said that I cut corners)! 😅
Celebedsy Drabbles on Ao3
"Now, baby, you're on my mind," Connor confesses to the camera, eyes crinkling at the corners as his smirk gentles into a smile, "every night, every day."
Macklin swallows, helplessly mesmerised.
Yeah, he might be fucked.
Hiii, I just wanted to say that I really love all the Celebedsy stories you’ve written, and I’m really looking forward to the omega!Connor story！Also, I hope you’re feeling better now.
Hello! Thank you for the kind message and I'm so glad you enjoyed them! I'm feeling much better now so slowly trying to churn out another proper celebedsy story in due time! :)
In the meantime, because I'm so excited to hear someone else is equally into the idea of omega!Connor, please have another snippet from the currently 23k omega!Connor story! 😅
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"You just know dude," Will says, pulling on a sock, and at Macklin's bemused expression, continues animatedly, "it's like this right? Everyone has a scent, and you get used to just having different scents around you all day and most of the time it's whatever. Except, sometimes, if you're lucky, you'll be walking down the street and you're hit with the most appealing scent and it just-"
He breaks off, a faraway look in his eyes.
"She smells like homemade apple pies," Will eventually sighs out, sounding so impossibly smitten that Macklin can't help but snicker. That causes Will to turn wide eyes to Macklin, "you can laugh dude, but I'm telling you, she smelled like the kind of pies my grandma used to make when I was younger."
"Congrats bud," Macklin says with a teasing grin, "glad to know your future mate smells like your favourite dessert."
Will makes a face. "Fuck off," he says easily, "you just don't get it my young padawan."
"You're so lame," Macklin groans out at the poorly timed Star Wars reference, "no wonder you can't chirp for shit."
"As if you can," Will retorts and they half heartedly push at each other until Toff sends them a quelling glance that has them both smiling sheepishly and focussed on packing up their gear once more.
In a bid for peace, because Will is surprisingly a romantic and will be annoyed if Macklin continues to mock his newest crush, Macklin nudges him with an elbow and asks, "so you seeing her later then or?"
As Will chatters on about his upcoming date with apparently the omega of his dreams, Macklin can't help but zone out, his mind wandering until it settles on his upcoming birthday.
He's a few months away from finally turning nineteen and despite his still rather baby cheeked appearance, he's fairly confident he's going to present as an alpha, like his brother and father before him. What he isn't sure of is how he's going to deal with suddenly smelling everyone's scents.
He's heard stories of scents overwhelming people who've just presented in the past, to the point of hospitalization, and worse yet, the stories about incompatible scents pushing friends, couples and, rarely, even families apart.
Not to mention how incompatible scents often cause tension between teammates and is one of the main causes of locker room drama.
He doesn't want that.
Macklin likes his life at the moment, he's finally made it into the NHL, and has a friend around his age who is an awesome linemate and a team who lets him have fun and pull pranks. He knows it's because Will and he are the face of the franchise and people enjoy seeing their antics on social media but he can't help but be grateful anyway.
It's pretty epic all things considered.
So he knows that he's been pretty damn lucky so far and he very much wants to keep things as they are.
Macklin tunes back in when Will smacks him on the arm.
"Ow," he says, looking over while rubbing at the spot Will hit, "what was that for?"
Will rolls his eyes, "I said, what are you doing for your birthday?"
Macklin shrugs, "dunno, maybe some practice then a family dinner?"
"Surely you can skip practice for one day," Will sighs, looking disappointed by Macklin's relatively tame plans.
"I could," Macklin acknowledges slowly, reluctant for reasons he can't explain, "honestly I don't know dude, I haven't thought about it."
Will nudges him gently with a shoulder, "maybe you should ask for one day off, it's a pretty big deal and who knows, if you get out of the rink more, then maybe you'll have a higher chance of meeting your omega."
Macklin privately thinks that if an omega doesn't love the ice and hockey as much as Macklin does, then they likely aren't a suitable match for him anyway.
"No," Will says sternly, pointing a finger in Macklin's face like he's reprimanding a naughty puppy, "I can hear your boring 'I love hockey too much to skip practice' thoughts from here, I swear, don't be like Bedsy. Seriously, is the whole being 'no fun thing' a North Vancouver thing they teach you boys?"
That has Macklin perking up.
Before he could think too long on it, or think too hard about why he wants to know, he asks, "what does Con smell like?"
Will sends him a weird look. "What do you mean?"
Macklin flaps the hand that isn't busy stuffing his pads into his bag at his friend, "he's an omega right? What does he smell like?"
Will's nose scrunches up immediately.
Macklin bursts into guilty laughter, "you're such a dick Smitty, there's no way Bedsy smells that bad."
"No, that's not what-" Will starts, frowning. He cuts himself off, looking pensively down at his shoulder pads, before he says, "he smells like…like the cold? Kind of like the crisp cold morning air after a heavy snowfall."
He shrugs awkwardly, then continues haltingly, "I'm not saying it's bad, it's just, I dunno, it's different? Definitely not as sweet as some of the other omegas I've come across over the years but it suits him I guess."
"How can someone smell like the cold?" Macklin mutters, brows furrowing, he was expecting something typical like sandalwood, or leather, or spices, or whatever common scents fancy colognes usually claim to smell like.
Will's lips thin as he thinks. "It's not, okay, uh," he blows out a long breath, "think of coming out of the cabin in the morning when you go snowboarding, that first breath you take of the morning air that jolts you awake? Bedsy kind of smells like that."
There is a pause as Macklin tries to imagine it.
"I dunno dude," Will says hastily when it looks like Macklin is about to ask more questions, "besides, you'll be practicing with him in the summer won't you? So you can smell him yourself and tell me what you think he smells like."
Macklin nods, grinning a bit at the thought.
He's been low-key excited by the idea of training with Connor ever since it's been suggested by their trainers, likes the idea of practicing with someone who can keep up with him and challenge him to be better.
He hums, shoving the last of his gear into his bag and completely misses the considering look Will sends him from the corner of his eyes.
Idly, Macklin wonders what it says about him that he actually thinks smelling like the cold would be pretty sweet.
Eeeeee, I continue to absolutely adore your art and am so excited that you're sharing it with us! 🤗
I was inspired by your post above and know you mentioned liking the idea of a puppy dog!Macklin so ended up writing a mini drabble (but apologies in advance, am partial to wolf!Macklin pretending to be a dog so ended up making Macklin a wolf in the drabble)! 🙈
Celebedsy Drabbles on Ao3
"Hello? What, oh shit- Macky?" Connor says when he opens his hotel room door and catches sight of Macklin's current, very non-human, form.
Macklin gives a soft woof in affirmation and pushes past Connor's legs and into the room, appreciating that he's being impolite but unwilling to continue standing outside and increase the risk of being seen as a wolf by some random passerby in this very upscale Milanese hotel corridor.
He can just imagine the news and posts that would follow if people discovered him like this.
Not sure why it's a new trend among fic readers to assume if the fic has not been posted within the week it's inappropriate to comment on it, like the fic has to be hot out of the oven to give feedback for.
I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.
Just comment on the fic. Doesn't matter how old it is.
Hi!!! I read a few of your fics and they're so cute!! The bake-off au sounds so unique, I'm excited to see how that will play out, but I just wanted to say I hope you feel better from your sickness soon <3
Thank you kindly! You're very sweet and I am feeling much better now and as work is also getting less busy, hopefully I'll have a bit more time to write! :)
In the meantime, because you mentioned it, please have a short snippet from the Bake Off AU! :D
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"Soggy bottom?" Macklin whispers incredulously once the judges have walked away, annoyed but consciously trying to keep his voice down so as to not be picked up by the wandering mics roving around the tent.
The last thing he needs is yet another clip of him being way too competitive at something dumb, he's still being chirped by the boys for crashing out at sewer ball.
Honestly, like it's his fault that others can't pass for shit.
Will sends him a quelling glance from his own station, meaning Macklin probably had been louder than he had intended despite his efforts, "bro, chill, do you want them to come back?"
Macklin grunts but snaps his mouth shut.
No, he doesn't particularly want the judges to come back.
What he wants is for Will to ask him next time he decides to commit Macklin to yet another baking themed marketing stunt.
"How did decorating cupcakes turn into this?" he hisses, aiming a disgruntled glare down at his perfectly baked pie crust, still seething at the bland critique from Bedard just now.
It looks pretty damn good in his opinion and looks very much like the photo his grandma had sent him earlier this week.
How dare Bedard say it's going to result in a soggy bottom?
Which, for the record, what the fuck even is that?
If it wasn't for the fact that no one laughed, Macklin would have thought that Bedard was fucking with him, except, his co-judge had nodded seriously and the camera crew had all remained so steadfastly serious so Macklin had been forced to acknowledge it probably wasn't a joke.
He had then had to choke down his rising disgruntlement at the discouraging feedback and try his best not to look too offended on camera.
Soggy bottom his ass.
Will's muffin batter barely even looks like batter.
Why didn't Bedard critique him?
Macklin resists the urge to kick his station, or better yet, striding over to where the younger judge is evaluating Tyler's cupcakes and kicking him in the shins.
"I said I was sorry," Will mutters as he turns around and steps closer to Macklin's station, having finally placed his attempt at muffins into the oven, "how was I supposed to know it'd go over so well?"
Macklin snorts.
That's a fucking understatement.
For whatever weird reason, the fucking world had gone crazy for the stupid cupcake stunt Will and he pulled, resulting in the Sharks' very enterprising marketing team to come up with this.
A bake-off a la the Great British Bake Off.
"This is so stupid," he complains, louder than he maybe should have.
From across the tent, he sees his least favourite judge look over at Will's and his direction.
Out of spite, he resists the urge the give the asshole a middle finger and instead sends Bedard a wide grin and an exaggerated wink for good measure.
He refuses to let Bedard catch him out.
Macklin is super cool about this.
And he is going to rejoice when his pie comes out perfectly and he gets to shove it in Bedard's stupid face.
Macklin holds Bedard's gaze when the other sends him an unreadable look back, then, unmistakably, Bedard rolls his eyes and looks back at whatever Zack is making with a small downturn of his lips.
Macklin's mouth drops open at the obvious dismissal.
"Did you see that?" he mutters, outraged despite himself, because how dare Bedard act like Macklin isn't worth his time, as if it's not a fucking honour that Macklin had turned up for this stupid marketing stunt.
Hiii i just wanted to say how much i loved your celebedsy fics and also the willcon ones i hope we can get more in the future🙈??
Hello! Awww, thank you kindly for the lovely message, made me smile on the way to work today! And you absolutely will as I am still very obsessed with these silly hockey boys. 🤗
Unfortunately, between being sick and work being busy, writing has taken a bit of a backseat. Admittedly, it doesn't help that I keep wanting to write different things every time (omega!Macklin,omega!Connor, superhero AU, Winners Room AU, Bake off AU, etc.). 🙈
Will keep doing little drabbles on a weekly basis if I'm inspired enough and will try and get a proper story out when it's less busy at work!
I read “Wish I’d Find A Lover (That Could Hold Me)” and absolutely loved it.
Was wondering If I could make fanart of it? It’s alright if not, I just wanted to ask permission beforehand.
If I can, I’d send it to you via messages when finished!
Thanks for writing!
Hello! I hope you know your kind message made my day! So glad to hear you enjoyed the story, always lovely to know I'm not just writing for myself! 🤗
Oh! You're very sweet to ask and the answer is absolutely yes, more than happy for you to share via messages once you're done (going to be looking so forward to it now) but also happy for you to post it if you wanted to share more widely, I know there are a few of us celebedsy fans who would so love to see more content/posts about them! 😍
Heyo fellow writer here! Just finished your latest work on ao3 and its so beautiful that i thought the work is from the heavens /j, anyways i was hoping for...Angst maybeee??? Im also trying to work on Angst with no happy ending(i love doomed fics) lmao, maybe you can do angst celebedsy or maybe angst willcon(new ship unlocked), so yeah keep up the good work hoping to see more of your fics :)!!
Hello, thank you for the kind words and oh no haha! I'm so sorry haha, I'm not sure I'm the best person for angsty stories (I like happy endings and fluff too much)!
But I was very inspired by the idea of willcon (which you are right, is a new pairing for me) so have still made an attempt! Please have a light angst willcon + celebedsy drabble and am very much looking forward to your angsty celebedsy stories (though I may need to ready myself if there isn't a happy ending)! 🙈
Celebedsy Drabbles on Ao3
"You know," Macklin says casually as he drops onto the locker room bench beside Will, "Con still talks about you."
Will looks over sharply, hoping his face doesn't betray how hard his heart has suddenly started pounding at just the mention of Connor's name.
Fuck.
So much for getting over him.
"Ah, yeah, does he?" Will manages to say weakly and bites back the urge to ask what Connor says about him.
helloo i just wanted to say i love your writing so much. Im so insane for celebedsy but its such a niche pairing so your fics are honestly a blessing, all of them!
this is not really a request, more so just some thoughts.. i quite like the idea of obsessive macklin. Macklin who has had this fixation on connor ever since they played together as boys.
But he hides it very well. Under his ‘princely’ and innocent image lies that sinisterly obsessive side, which probably only will knows about.
Mack plays off his lingering touches, focused stares, and heated words as something friendly (to the outside and to connor is who oblivious), but really, almost uncontrollable desire surges underneath all that. But he’s patient, he can play the long game until he can get what is his.
sorry for the yapping idk if any of it made sense but yeah!!
Aww you're very sweet, thank you for the kind message, it's honestly so lovely to know there are others out there who are just as silly about these two as I am! :)
Ohhh, I am all about this haha, not sure if you've already read the story Unseen on Ao3 but it explores that exact scenario (aka what I like to call 'golden retriever sunshine boy'!Macklin is just a convenient facade for media because it's easier to market / maintain as a personal brand) and I would recommend it! The same author also wrote a follow up, with possessive!Macklin and I have a lot of feelings about that too. 🙈
But I definitely like the idea of a Macklin that is overtly touchy feely but plays it off as just them being buds, and offer the idea of a Macklin who is smart enough to find excuses for them to interact (e.g. suggests they practice together during the summer "because it'd be chill to be able to train with another NHLer bud", suggests they catch up when they play each other "because you're handling the pressure of being a franchise saviour and an A, soon to be C, with such grace dude, and would love some tips") and really it's all just engineered ways for Macklin to be able to brush a hand against the back of Connor's back until Connor no longer tenses at his casual touches. 🤭
Please don't apologise, I love hearing these headcanons so my inbox will always be open (would in fact be curious what you think of the suggested story if you end up reading it and are happy to share your thoughts)! 🤗
please i'm begging i've been waiting for so long, please please please finish Don't You Want me (Like I Want You, Baby?) your writing is so so good and i want to read the ending so bad !!!!!
Ah!! I'm so pleased to hear that there are still people interested in the pining!Sid story, I was slowly working through the next chapter but it's unfortunately taken a bit of a backseat to the celebedsy plot bunnies!
That said, I'm so happy to hear that someone is still looking forward to another chapter and promise I will go back and complete the next chapter of the pining!Sid story once I complete the current celebedsy plot bunny! You have my word! :)
omega mack taking alpha connor's chain to play with him a little after the blackhawks lose to the sharks and connor tweaks because taking the chain is akin to claiming/display of dominance. and you know hes not really like super conservative, and he wears his chain for fun and not out of the semantics of neck accessories and designation, but like mack is rubbing it in his face and its getting on his nerves
like mack wears it all the time after they beat the blackhawks right? and connor is without it for months and he retaliates by taking it back the moment they beat the sharks and mack fucking imprinted his scent on the chain, further messing with connor and he wages mindgames with mack that eventually ripen into courting
Hello, um, I honestly am a bit embarrassed by how much I reblog your posts/write drabbles inspired by them. I hope you're not weirded out and that you continue to share your headcanons/ideas with us! 🙈
In the meantime, please see a continuation of the previous omega!Macklin and alpha!Connor drabble!
Celebedsy Drabbles on Ao3
"I know what I want," he finally confesses out loud, but softly because acknowledging he wants Connor is still scary, "he's the one who isn't interested in me."
He feels it when Will laughs and readies himself to punch Will in the dick this time, because fuck him for laughing at Macklin's pain.
"You're an idiot," Will says fondly, pulling Macklin away so he can't continue to hide his face, "Bedsy took a penalty last time we played the Hawks because you made me scent you right before the game and he high sticked me right in the fucking face the first chance he got. Honestly, you're the only one who doesn't seem to realise how into you he is."
"What?" Will cuts in, looking offended, "I can do sweet, Beds, tell me bud, are you a rink snack? Because you look like a treat."
Connor laughs.
"No no," Frank says, "Bedsy, are we practicing drills? Because my heart keeps racing."
Macklin wants to tell them to shut up because it's not a joke, not to Macklin, only, Connor is bright-eyed and grinning and-
It's so stupid but he looks so gorgeous and content and Macklin can't bear to do anything that might make Connor stop looking like that.
(Macklin is popular and captain of the hockey team, but neither of these seem to impress Connor much, which is a shame, because Macklin would quite like to take Connor to the prom)
hi reader anon here, i just read your celebedsy fanfics in ao3 and they are so *chefs kiss*, also both of them are now Alternate Captains👀👀👀👀 maybe you should do Celebedsy High School AU😉 like hear me out PopularBoy!Connor x QuietBoy!Macklin🙈🙈, so yeah thats my idea for your next Celebedsy fanfics🙂↕️🙂↕️ keep going with these Celebedsy fanfics they are so perfect
Hello! Oh my goodness, so fun fact, I saw this in my inbox yesterday on the way to work and was immediately inspired so decided to write you a short drabble...only it's now almost 6k+ so I guess it's no longer going to be a drabble.
Will try and finish it over the next few days but in the meantime, thank you for inspiring me and have a short excerpt!
(Warning, this is basically me having fun at Macklin's expense! 🙈)
"Oh you know," Will says breezily, twisting his arms out of Macklin's grasp and dodging Macklin's next attempt to kick him by moving his legs out of the way, "Macky's been trying different hockey themed pick up lines in recent days to ask his special someone out for prom."
Macklin gives up and jabs an elbow into Will's side, rejoicing when Will yelps and drops onto the table with a pained moan.
Asshole.
Except, it's too late because Frank is starting to smile.
"No way," he says, sounding delighted, "you telling me you've been trying out different pick up lines and not told us Macky?"
"It's not that many," Connor says absent-mindedly, and does not seem to see the way Frank's eyes light up.
Fuck, Macklin thinks when Frank eyes Macklin then Connor then back again and something knowing comes into his gaze.
"Wait," he tries to say, only to be cut off by Will.
"Yeah," Will says cheerily, "Bedsy's been our ref so far, but so far Macky's done pretty shit."
"I mean," Frank responds with a wide grin, "surely we can all use a bit of practice."
Macklin hates his life.
"You're right, hey Con, are you my stick?" Will asks flirtatiously, leaning in to tuck a strand of loose hair behind Connor's ear and aiming a sleazy smile in his direction, "because I want you in my hands."
Macklin jostles his chair hard enough that Will almost topples over with the force.
Fucking traitor, he thinks to himself.
How fucking dare Will use Macklin's special nickname for Connor.
No one calls Connor 'Con' except Macklin.
But before he could retaliate further, Macklin freezes when Connor flushes and laughs.
He turns an incredulous expression on Connor.
"Not bad Smitty," Connor acknowledges, smirk on his face, "but kinda coming on strong, pretty sure she's going to think you're a fuckboy if you say that."
"Got space on your bench?" Frank interrupts, propping his chin in his hand and giving Connor a slow look over, "because I'd love to sit next to you.”
Macklin makes a high pitched noise when Connor looks impressed.
"Not bad Tank," Connor remarks, "but a bit too smooth, also fuckboy behaviour."
He then turns to Macklin expectantly, as do Will and Frank, both wearing identical shit-eating grins, "Macky?"
Macklin wants to crawl into a hole.
Only he can't, because Connor genuinely looks like he's waiting and he knows, without a doubt, that Will and Frank will not let him live it down if he chickens out.
So Macklin inwardly preps himself and takes a quick second to fix his hair as usual, before he tries to paste a passably flirty smile on his face and asks, "are you the arena lights?"
When Connor gives him a small encouraging smile, Macklin continues quietly, "because you illuminate my life."
There is a pause.
Connor's face is doing something weird.
He opens his mouth, then closes it again.
"Wow, look at you using a two dollar word," Will whistles, looking like he's having way too much fun with this whole thing, "I think you stunned Bedsy with how cheesy that was."
"Very romantic," Frank chimes in with a mockingly serious nod.
Connor seem to shake off whatever strange mood fell over him momentarily, because he's grinning slightly when he says, "hey now, at least Macky is trying to come off as romantic. Nice work bud, I think she'll like it."
Macklin's heart leaps to his throat.
"Con-"
"What?" Will cuts in, looking offended, "I can do sweet, Beds, tell me bud, are you a rink snack? Because you look like a treat."
Connor laughs.
"No no," Frank says, "Bedsy, are we practicing drills? Because my heart keeps racing."
Macklin wants to tell them to shut up but Connor is bright-eyed and grinning and it's so stupid but in this moment, he looks so gorgeous that Macklin feels hot all over.
"Are you the ice baby?" Frank continues, winking at Connor, "because I want to slide all over you."
Macklin's mouth drops open, aghast.
Will snorts before he takes one of Connor's hands in his and says very seriously, "are you a hockey glove? Because I want to fit perfectly inside your hands."
Connor rolls his eyes as he takes his hand back, but his cheeks are red.
hey i need u to know i’ve reread ur celebedsy surprise heat drabble like 15 times since you posted it would u ever consider writing a longer fic abt it i actually cannot stop thinking about it
Hello! Thank you for sending in a message, it's a rather niche pairing so it does feel a bit like I'm writing for myself and sending it off into the void. So thank you for expressing interest to see more. :)
I likely will write more, because I am now very very fond of the idea of a reluctant omega!Macklin going out of his way to try and impress alpha!Connor, and then being absolutely furious with himself for trying because surely it should be the other way around? And alpha!Connor being terribly confused because he knows the whole rivalry narrative is made up and he's fairly sure Macklin and Will are a thing so he was keeping his interest to himself but why is Macklin testing his resolve like this???
That said, I am still hoping to finish the existing ABO celebedsy story first so it might be awhile before I turn my attention back to this drabble!
abo celebedsy where unforch mack is an omega and unforch bedsy is an alpha and the nhl is hype about weaving a rivalry between them and it works and now they have to deal with a flash heat 🌹
I caved...your ideas are too compelling haha, hope it's ok that I keep writing little drabbles for them!
I will finish the other ABO!celebedsy story but may end up putting some of these drabbles on Ao3 as a mini collection haha. 🙈
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"Fuck," Macklin says with feeling when Connor walks through the door, "what the fuck?"
Connor makes a face at him, "could say the same to you bud."
Macklin glares at him.
"Why isn't it Smitty?" he asks, possibly a bit more plaintively than he meant to, but to Connor's credit, he merely gives Macklin a considering look and says nothing.
When it's clear that Macklin is expecting an answer, Connor shrugs. "I dunno what to tell you, I got told to come here," he says, looking like he would rather be back at the hotel and resting up.
Irrationally, Macklin is a bit hurt.
He knows his worth and the idea that Connor had to be told to come here instead of running over at the first hint of Macklin's heat is...well, frankly it's disappointing.
Only, Macklin then shakes himself mentally, because what the fuck, he doesn't care, shouldn't care, because Connor and his thing is all constructed for the media.
"Probably something you should pick up with your agent," Connor continues.
Macklin would, he really, really would, except it's hard to think when Connor is here, smelling of cold snow on pine trees, like the kind of frozen forests Macklin used to frolic around in with his brothers when they used to go up to Whistler.
Connor doesn't smell like Will, doesn't smell soft and kind, like someone who would coddle Macklin during his heat, Connor seems like he would ruin Macklin, would make him beg and-
"Fuck," Macklin mutters when he feels himself slicking up, "what the absolute fuck."
Connor, for his part, is at least considerate enough to continue standing by the door, even if his body is tenser than it was minutes ago. But Macklin gets it, Connor's probably smelling just how much Macklin wants him and it is a sign of how decent the dude is that he's still holding himself back instead of just striding over and shoving his knot in.
Except, the thought of Connor making him just take it is weirdly hot and Macklin curses when some slick leak down his leg.
"Macky," Connor says, sounding entirely unaffected and if it wasn't for the way his hands are clenched, Macklin would actually be a bit offended that apparently his heat has no effect on the other, "do you want me to get your agent?"
Yes, Macklin thinks.
Yes, because he suspects that spending a heat with Connor will ruin him so he would very much rather spend one with Will, who is safe and won't-
Won't what? he asks himself.
Whatever is on his face must decide for Connor because he turns around to walk back out the door, and Macklin, to his utter fucking shame, actually whines at the sight of the alpha leaving.
Connor freezes.
"Macky," he says roughly, turning around with a hard look, "tell me what you want."
You, Macklin thinks miserably to himself, horrified to realise that it's true, that he does want Connor, has wanted Connor perhaps for a while now, and suspects that he may be in heat now because he knew they were playing against the Blackhawks today and Connor would be here.
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