hey babes,
potentially got this idea from Connor and Mack being cuties on the ice tonight but
the concept of Bedard!Reader X Frat!Mack
brothers bestfriends vibes, like do you see the vision I'm seeing
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warnings — Frat party, Mack being a sweetie, mentions will smith hockey (sorry🤷🏻♀️), fluff!!!, Connor bedard sister! reader, Connor is only mentioned once because i was so focused on making this fluffy.
summary — three times Mack was the cutest sweetheart ever with Bedard! reader.
a/n — i see the vision dw. Also, i didn’t watch the game😔 i went straight to sleep oopsies. Also, little reminder - Frat! Mack isn’t like Will! he’s a sweetie (i just could NOT make him mean.)
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Your first date with Mack was, technically, at a frat party, but you preferred to tell people it was at a coffee shop. “I’m sorry,” Mack apologized for the millionth time. He felt bad that your first time going out with him was to a party. “I really didn’t think you’d actually go out with me,” He admitted.
“It’s fine,” You giggled and placed your cup on the counter. It was water. “I would’ve had to come to one of these eventually. I might as well go with the one frat guy that’s not a jerk.”
“We’re not all jerks,” He chewed his lip and looked around. “Uh, do you wanna go upstairs? There’s less people and quieter.” Mack asked and only realized how it sounded when you narrowed your eyes. “Not like that!” He quickly added. You just laughed at his shyness.
“Okay, we can go upstairs.” You told him and intertwined his fingers with yours. You felt him tense and relished in the red splotchy spots on his cheeks. “Lead the way.”
That night was the night Macklin fell in love with you. You knew hockey, you didn’t seem too comfortable at the party and you liked teasing him. Each tease made his heart flutter.
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“Can you stay over?” Macklin asked, hiding his face in his pillows. He was a little sick and he didn’t want to be alone. “Please? I don’t wanna be alone.”
As adorable as he looked, you couldn’t. “I can’t, Mack,” you sighed softly as you took a seat on the edge of the bed while your fingers slipped into his hair. “Besides, Connor would kill me.” You added. His shoulders slumped and he let out a grumble into his pillow.
“Will said no also,” Mack let out a muffled whine and he looked at you with the cutest puppy dog eyes. “Do you guys hate me?”. He didn’t catch the way you narrowed your eyes in confusion.
A beat of silence passed. “You asked Will before me?” you questioned him and his face scrunched up a little.
“… he was here first.” He mumbled like he was embarrassed. “And he brought me soup,” Mack pouted. “you didn’t bring me anything.”
You raised your eyebrow and flicked his forehead lightly. “Excuse me, be glad i even showed up.” you responded. He chuckled quietly and swatted your hand away.
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The first time you’d watched Mack play hockey, you couldn’t help but notice how friendly he was with everyone. The only time he got serious was when a penalty was called and even then, he was more pouty than angry.
During the game, he kept skating to the glass and tapping on it to get your attention. Whenever you looked, he’d give the sweetest smile and bump his shoulder against the glass. Whenever he scored a goal, his celly was aimed at you. And when a ref gave him a penalty, his shoulders slumped and he looked at you, silently pleading for you to defend him against the ref.
You waited for him outside the locker room after the game and when he came out, he went straight for you. “Did you see my celly’s?” He asked immediately, clearly excited that you were there. “I did them for you.”
He’s such a sweetie guys. He means so much to me, i feel maternal towards him (he’s a year older than me)