requests: “Mack making insta post for his girl on her birthday and he’s just absolutely amoured with her and it’s pictures from them in highs school and now” + “if ur taking reqs I would love to see another mack x reader smau !! her being friends with the sharks so cute 😭 brunette reader the cutest”
note: tried to put these two reqs together as best as i could — minus the high school part because i couldn’t find good #content for that >:( (part one here!)
face claim: nailea devora
mackcelebrini
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mackcelebrini happy birthday to my rock ❤️ i (but what i really mean is WE @ sanjosesharks) would be lost without you!
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yourusername why is this post just a slideshow of my most unflattering pictures ever
↳ mackcelebrini liar, you're the prettiest
↳ yourusername i love you :(((
sanjosesharks look at the birthday queen with her new camera! 🤩
↳ samdickinson4 what she wont say is that she cried
like a baby when she opened it lmao
↳ yourusername being made fun of on your birthday
by someone you trusted is another type of pain
↳ samdickinson4 happy bday goat 🐐
yourbsf why are you two literally the cutest!!!
↳ _willsmith2 this could be us but you're playin
↳ yourfriend1 ????? I DONT GO OUT FOR ONE NIGHT
AND I MISS TEN CHAPTERS
↳ yourusername leave him he's still drunk from the
party i'm pretty sure
↳ collin.graf at least we can threaten to call the police
on him
↳ _willsmith2 the police is not going to arrest me for
having a beer, grafer...
feliciaweerenwennberg i hope you made a wish when you blew on those candles!
↳ yourusername i already have everything i'll ever
need 💗
↳ michaelmisa_ wait that's sweet since when are you
so sweet
↳ yourusername since you guys temporarily stopped
bothering me 24/7
↳ yourbsf i'm pretty sure she got kidnapped and
replaced so we wouldn't notice
↳ _willsmith2 i second this
↳ samdickinson4 i third this
↳ yourusername ...
sharksfan1 sleeping on the highway tonight this is adorable 😭
sharksfan2 GET MARRIED AND ADOPT ME FAMILYYY
yourusername
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yourusername being #performative in the true north
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_willsmith2 traitor 🙄
↳ yourusername banger by olivia rodrigo THANKS
SMITTY
michaelmisa_ skating pic like you didn’t fall on your ass fifty times
↳ yourusername yeah that’s the performative part
genius
↳ samdickinson4 get him again for me!
↳ yourfriend2 you two are extenuating
↳ michaelmisa_ THANK U they keep teaming up on
me
↳ yourfriend2 i meant you and your guy
↳ michaelmisa_ “your guy” ohhh im not hungryyyy
↳ tofff73 how do we even put up with them
@ yourusername @ catbtoffoli
↳ catbtoffoli all i know is that i did not sign up for this
↳ yourusername ikr like i am NOT a trusted adult
mackcelebrini what a golfer in the second pic!
↳ sharksfan1 what a fucking narcissist 😭
↳ sharksfan2 HE’S THE MICKEY MOUSE MEME
↳ yourusername guys i’ve inflated his ego help
collin.graf i know that darts loss at the pub still hurts
↳ _willsmith2 no criticism of me or my teammate is
accepted
↳ yourusername you tell em partner!
↳ mackcelebrini you two sucked LOL
↳ yourusername hope your back is ready to sleep on
the couch tonight 😁
↳ sharksfan3 #macklincelebriniisoverparty
↳ yourbsf imagine you’re macklin celebrini: your
girlfriend hates you, your fans are cancelling you, all
you have left is darts 💔 the fall off is real
↳ mackcelebrini no comment.
mackcelebrini
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mackcelebrini roadtrip in van 🍁
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samdickinson4 gf taught you how to do ig posts and now you think you’re the guy pfff
↳ pavolregenda there's still some work to be done
↳ yourusername you're offending me more than him
↳ yourfriend1 they'll cry over you once you're gone girl
↳ _willsmith2 WHERE ARE YOU GOING
↳ yourusername nowhereee it's a hypotetical 🙄
↳ sharksfan2 CRISIS ADVERTED NO SHARKS
PLAYER IS GOING TO KILL HIMSELF TN 🙏🏻
michaelmisa_ are we not going to address the elephant in the room
↳ mackcelebrini ???
↳ hockey_gaud the smitty pool pic...
↳ yourbsf i need some heavy lore drop over here
↳ collin.graf grand total of balls he knocked in: 0,
despite his show-off tricks
↳ _willsmith2 oh yeah let's make me the butt of the
joke for being fun and creative
↳ yourusername WHAT are you saying son 💀
↳ sharksfan3 NEVER BEATING THE ALLEGATIONS
yourfriend2 i came here to see cute pics of your gf where are they
↳ mackcelebrini you're gonna have to settle for a hand
↳ yourusername that's what she said HAAA
↳ _willsmith2 WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS
officialsjsharkie come home guys, the kids miss you
↳ yourusername sharkie i'm afraid these might BE the
kids
↳ sharksfan1 FAMILYYYY
yourusername
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yourusername where my four-eyed baddies at 🤓
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yourbsf do you guys even do anything other than playing uno
↳ _willsmith2 i've been next door enough to say that
they, in fact, do
↳ yourfriend1 ?????
↳ yourusername he means we also play just dance
ahah...... . . .
↳ michaelmisa_ do you think we were born yesterday
↳ samdickinson4 we know for a fact you were
↳ michaelmisa_ ??? i wasn’t even talking to you leave
me alone
mackcelebrini if you don't start wearing those glasses everyday i might die
↳ yourfriend2 damn calm down ilya rozanov on
facetime
↳ yourusername PEAK REFERENCE 🙏🏻
↳ mackcelebrini i feel like it's best if i don't ask
questions
reavo7five should've posted my fight with dickie
↳ samdickinson4 why would she embarrass me like
that
↳ yourusername mmm don't threaten me with a good
time
↳ sharksfan1 girl you cant see it but im sliding you five
dollars
↳ yourusername funniest fans in the league fr
↳ yourbsf coming from someone who's totally
unbiased
catbtoffoli not the crime scene pic 😅
↳ _willsmith2 WE PAID YOU BACK FOR THE
CURTAINS
↳ tofff73 yeah you're banned from our house
↳ collin.graf a smitty free house!!!
↳ yourbsf catching strays left and right @ _willsmith2
can i request a connor bedard x reader where the reader is in a slump (a depressive episode) and she hasn’t had motivation to do basic hygiene (like brush her teeth, shower and wash her hair, actually eat a proper meal) and has been accidentally ghosting him because she’s just trying to stay afloat with classes. connor kinda just shows up with her favourite take out and just takes care of her and loves her. (self indulgent af LOL)
The Quiet Kind
pairing: Connor Bedard x female reader
summary: You're drowning in a depressive episode when Connor shows up determined to take care of you.
CW: Depression, depressive episode, neglect of self-care, hurt/comfort.
a/n: thank you @linaaawrites for helping me!!! i didn´t know anything about how to prortray someone with a depressive episode <3
The world has shrunk to the size of your dorm room. It's been five days since you last showered. The greasy feeling in your hair is a constant, dull reminder of your failure, but the thought of standing under the water, of having to do anything, feels like climbing a mountain.
Your phone screen is a graveyard of unread notifications. Connor's name is there, multiple times, a bright beacon of guilt you can't bring yourself to face. You okay? Haven't heard from you. Just checking in.
You're not okay. You're the furthest thing from okay. You're treading water in a vast, grey ocean and every text, every email, every assignment is another wave threatening to pull you under.
You've managed to drag yourself to your lectures, sitting in the back like a ghost, taking notes you'll never read. But that's the extent of your functionality. Eating is a forgotten chore. Brushing your teeth is a distant memory. You exist between your bed and your desk, a prisoner in your own mind and the silence is so loud it's deafening.
A soft knock on your door makes you flinch. You ignore it, burrowing deeper under the covers, hoping whoever it is will just go away. But the knock comes again, a little more insistent this time, followed by a voice that slices through the fog.
"Hey, it's me. Connor."
Your heart hammers against your ribs. Panic, cold and sharp, floods your system. You can't let him see you like this. You can't. But you also don't have the energy to tell him to leave. The doorknob jiggles, it's unlocked, another failure in a long list of them and then the door is creeping open.
You squeeze your eyes shut, feigning sleep, but you know it's useless. You hear his soft footsteps, then the rustle of a plastic bag. The rich, familiar scent of tom yum soup and pad thai fills the small space. Your stomach clenches, a traitorous response to the smell of real food.
"I know you're awake," he says, his voice gentle, devoid of any accusation. He sets the bag on your desk. "Brought you some fuel. From that place you love."
You remain silent, tears pricking the back of your eyes. This is worse than yelling. This quiet kindness is breaking you open.
He doesn't press. Instead, you hear him moving around your room, the soft click of your desk lamp turning on, the rustle of him taking off his jacket. He's not leaving. He's settling in. And then you feel the dip of your mattress as he sits on the edge of your bed, not touching you, just… there.
"Hey," he says softly, after a long stretch of silence. "Look at me."
It takes every ounce of strength you have, but you slowly turn your head, cracking one eye open. He's looking at you, his blue eyes full of a concern so deep it makes your chest ache. He's not looking at your greasy hair or the dark circles under your eyes. He's just looking at you.
"Okay," he says, his voice barely a whisper. "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"
You want to shake your head, to tell him it's too much effort, but he's already moving. He disappears into your tiny adjoining bathroom and you hear the sound of the shower turning on. When he comes back out, he's holding one of your fluffy towels.
"I'm not going to watch," he says, a faint, reassuring smile on his face. "I'll just be out here. But the water's warm. And I laid out your favorite sweatshirt for after. Just five minutes. That's all I'm asking."
Something in his tone, this unwavering, gentle insistence, chips away at the wall you've built around yourself. Five minutes. You can do five minutes. With a groan that feels like it's ripped from your very soul, you push yourself up, your limbs heavy as lead. You shuffle into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.
The steam envelops you and for the first time in days, the chill in your bones recedes slightly. You let the hot water cascade over your body, washing away the grime and the stale sweat. It feels monumental, like a small victory.
When you step out, your skin pink and flushed, the soft towel he laid out feels like a luxury. You pull on the clean sweatshirt, the worn cotton a comforting embrace against your skin.
When you emerge, Connor is sitting on your desk chair, scrolling through his phone. He looks up when you come out and his smile is genuine, warm.
"Hey, you," he says softly. "Feel even a little bit better?"
You manage a small, jerky nod.
"Good. Now, food."
He's already unpacked the containers, the smell making your mouth water. He hands you a fork and a carton of pad thai, his movements careful, like he's handling something fragile. You haven't realized how hungry you are until the first noodle touches your lips.
Then you're ravenous. You eat with a single-minded focus, not stopping until the container is empty. Connor eats his own food quietly, just keeping you company, filling the silence with his easy presence.
When you're done, he takes the containers and tosses them, then returns with a hairbrush. He sits behind you on the bed, his movements sure and gentle as he begins to work the brush through the tangled strands of your hair. You close your eyes, leaning into his touch, the rhythmic pulling strangely soothing. He doesn't say anything, just brushes your hair until it's smooth, then gathers it into a loose braid.
"There," he murmurs, his lips brushing against the crown of your head. "All done."
You turn to face him, your eyes meeting his. The gratitude is so immense it threatens to choke you. You open your mouth to say thank you, to apologize, to explain, but all that comes out is a broken sob.
Connor's arms are around you in an instant, pulling you against his chest. He holds you while you cry, not shushing you or telling you to stop. He just lets you fall apart, his hand stroking your back, his chin resting on top of your head, a solid anchor in the storm of your emotions.
"I've got you," he whispers into your hair, over and over again. "I've got you. You're not alone."
When the tears finally subside, leaving you feeling hollowed out and exhausted, he shifts, lying down and pulling you with him. He arranges the blankets around you both, tucking you into his side.
You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady, reassuring beat of his heart.
"You don't have to talk about it," he says, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "Not until you're ready. But you're not going to go through this alone. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
There’s two videos that get accidentally posted on tiktok on the Fourth of July. One of you sitting on a lawn chair, eating and rating hotdogs, the second one, accompanied by a Lana del Rey song and fireworks.
You’re not exactly sure how much alcohol you’ve had to consume, or how many hotdogs you’ve eaten. But you do wake up; somewhere half off on the mattress, a foot pressed against Wills back. Diagonal across the bed.
You groan loudly, head pounding as you reach for your phone. You rub your eyes as you watch the videos you’d posted. You thought they were on your account. Not Wills.
It takes a few moments for it to recognize in your brain, “Will. Will. Wake up” you shake him gently, “dude, we fucked up”
Will jolts up, eyes wide as he turns to look at you, “shit did we do it raw. Did I- I cum inside”
“No. I posted. Y’know the hot dog videos from last night?” you ask, turning your head to face him as you run your fingers through your hair
“Yeah. What?” Will rolls back onto his stomach, eyes closed
“I didn’t change to my account. I posted them on yours”
Will shoots out of bed, taking his own phone off of the night stand, he stares at the videos, the comments. The likes.
The messages from mack and his teammates. And he cares, he really really does. But it’s six in the morning, and he’s never been so hungover in his life, “I’m managing this tomorrow, i literally. I think I’m still drunk”
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