#cinnamorollbear

[cinnamorollbear]

Frat!will taken care of hurt reader, damn that boy is confused!

Is it possible to get frat!will trying to figure out his feelings after taking care of the reader??

cause i think I've fallen in love this time -- WS2

warnings - slight smut, pinv, Will is slowly learning that loving someone isn't gonna kill him, feelings, fluff

a/n - This is short, i'm sorry but i hope this is what you asked for lol.

Will wasn’t avoiding you. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. So instead of avoiding you, he did the next best thing. 

He had you with your face pressed into the pillows, he couldn’t look at your face, not when you looked so pretty and were moaning his name so sweetly. Not when his heart fluttered each time he saw your face. Not when his cheeks got all splotchy and red. 

“Oh my– Will, Please.” your moan was broken when he ran his hand down your spine. His thrusts hit deep. It felt so different this time, maybe only Will felt it. He hoped you didn’t feel it. 

Will’s hips stuttered and he swallowed thickly while trying to hold back. He couldn’t finish yet. It was too soon. “Shh, baby.” he groaned softly, hands gripping your hips bruisingly tight. “Can’t get caught.” He couldn’t care less about getting caught, he just hated how his heart fluttered every time he heard your voice. 

And he hoped you didn’t notice that he finished quicker than usual. He just couldn’t stop himself when you twisted to whine and plead at him. 

He was screwed. 

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When he laid in bed at night, he let his brain wander and it always led to the same place. You. He knew he was screwed when he began looking for you during practice, hoping to see your smile. He didn’t try to lie to himself anymore. It wasn’t just sexual anymore, it was love and it scared him. He didn’t know how to love anyone, not properly at least. He didn’t try to ignore how his palms itched to hold you now, instead he let himself reach for you. 

You noticed the change in him. He tried a little too hard to keep your focus locked on him. When he skated past, he’d smirk at you. He stayed close to the boards so he could be close to you.

Even his teammates noticed the change. They noticed how he tried his hardest to make you laugh. They noticed that when you were in the room, he was close by,  drowning in your presence. 

[cinnamorollbear]

girl I just broke my finger 💀..

so to cope with this LMAO, thoughts on a frat!will reacting to reader getting injured in some way? like ik damn well this man would be internally having a panic attack while trying to outwardly act like himself

-⭐

I crumble completely when you cry — WS2

Warnings — fluff, will sucks at feelings, he’s weak for you, injuries, hurt knee, doctors

Summary — You hurt your knee by falling on concrete and you call Will.

A/N — that reminds me of the time I broke my brothers pinky toe while playing basketball and it was bent to the side. ARE YOU OKAY THOUGH?? I hope you have a good recovery!!

When Will answered your call, he really didn’t expect to be driving to the hospital at 1:00 in the morning.

“Thank you.” You murmured, slumped in his passenger seat. Your knee hurt like hell. Sharp pains shot through your kneecap and you couldn’t extend your leg at all.

“Yeah, yeah,” Will shook his head and glanced at you. “What even happened?” He asked you, his heart felt heavy when he saw the tears running down your cheeks

You chewed your lip and looked out the window. “I went to go get food and was rushing..” you answered and picked at your cuticles. “I fell and hit my knee on the concrete really, really hard.” You added.

He didn’t respond to that. He kept his eyes focused on the road. He was trying to ignore the way he felt. “Come on. Wipe those tears, you’re a big girl.” He tried to lighten the mood. He really wanted you to stop crying, it was making him weak.

“I can’t, it hurts really bad, Will.” You sniffled while he parked the car in the hospital parking lot. “Can you help me? I don’t think I can walk.”

Will had to take a pause. He couldn’t say no to your soft voice and the tears definitely weren’t helping. “Yeah,” he sighed, he got out the car and went to the passenger side. “come on,” he said as he opened the door and helped you out, his arm around your waist while your arm was over his shoulder. Goosebumps rose on his skin when he smelt the vanilla perfume on you.

—

After the hospital visit, you had to wear a brace.. and Will was actually staying over without expecting any sex. “Lay down, I’ll get it for you.” He sighed and pushed himself off the bed to refill your water bottle. He hated the way he’d do anything for you to keep those tears away.

“Thank you.” You said while pulling the blankets higher. It was nice to have this version of Will, even if you knew it wouldn’t last for long.

When he climbed back in bed, he handed you the water bottle and climbed back in bed. “You’re welcome,” he shook his head with a soft chuckle.

It was quiet for a long moment before you looked at him. “Can we cuddle?” You asked him quietly. You could almost hear his breath stop.

“.. fuck.” Will groaned and let his head fall against the pillows. He wanted to say yes. he really wanted to say yes but that would make things more difficult with his feelings. He looked over at you and chewed his lip. “Alright, fuck, alright.” He sighed and opened his arms, letting you bury yourself in his arms.

[cinnamorollbear]

could you do something in the vein of frat!willmack x reader :> ? no really specific idea but the concept sounds fun lolll

oh or like reader calling will on his bullshit.. that would be a fun concept too, really whatever lolll

i also feel like I need to label myself with an emoji... cause believe me I'll be back... - ⭐

if you need to be mean… - WS2

warnings — Angst, Will’s a jerk (as usual, who’s surprised?), Mentions of sex (protected), arguments, emotions emotions emotions, and i think that’s all!

summary — You finally speak up about how used you felt and it doesn’t go too well.

a/n — Hiii ⭐️ anon!!! I hope you like this, i wrote this in 2 hours 🥹. You’re always welcome back, send as many asks as you’d like! i’ll get to them eventually.

Will’s chest tightened when you pushed him back, refusing to kiss him back. “No, you don’t…” You shook your head as you stood from the bed. “You don’t get to be a dick and then try to touch me.”

“What are you talking about, baby?” Will’s voice came out confused, his brows furrowing a bit. “I thought we were doing good?” It had been two weeks without an argument. His hands fell to his sides when you scoffed at him.

“No, i just haven’t said anything.” You rolled your eyes. “You ignored me all damn day and then snapped at me for asking if you were okay!”. You had kept it all in for the last two weeks but you were feeling that stab in your gut again.

“So you don’t want me here?” Will asked you like he was dreading the answer. He had come over to your place ready, a condom in his back pocket. He was so used to you accepting this.

“I don’t want you to not be here.” You answered, looking down at your messy nail polish. “I just…” You breathed in deeply. “I don’t want to have sex after you were so mean.”

“Jesus,” He laughed breathlessly. “We’ve talked about this. We’re not friends who hang out for no reason,” He repeated for the thousandth time. “We’re friends who hook up,” He sat on the end of her bed and looked at her with a little chuckle. He couldn’t believe you were having this conversation again.

“Okay, well, i don’t want that anymore, Will.” You finally told him with a frown. “You..” you let out a frustrated whine. “You keep saying all these things and then immediately do this. I don’t want it anymore.” You tried to ignore how your heart twisted painfully so you busied yourself by tidying your room. “It hurts.”

“Alright fine,” Will rolled his eyes and pushed himself off your bed. “Guess i’ll see you later.” he shrugged like it didn’t bother him but his heart beat was pounding a little harder. You didn’t stop him. You felt like a weight lifted off your shoulders now that you had finally spoke up.

“Fine...” You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat while tossing a shirt in the laundry basket. “See you later.” You murmured, staring at his back before he disappeared out the front door.

[cinnamorollbear]

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.

—

“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.

—

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)

[cinnamorollbear]

(gif is from pinterest!!)

You know what, fuck it.

Will likes being called pretty and no one can convince me otherwise. He actually will lose his mind.

He’d deny it and argue. “I’m not pretty! i’m handsome.” but the splotchy red spots on his cheeks give him away. It’s worse during sex because he won’t argue then.

“So pretty Will….” Those are the words that’ll make him whine, bury his face in your chest and his hips would stutter. Those words plus your hands in his hair would make him come undone immediately.

[cinnamorollbear]

new anon just entered the villa,

on a Sabrina kick and can nawt stop thinking about sugar-talking with frat!will euegeehh

or most of man's best friend with frat!will tbh

warnings — Emotions, Will is a confused frat boy who’s scared of his own feelings and doesn’t understand them, mentions of sex, Underage drinking, Jealousy, angst?

a/n — Sorry, this is short. I could not figure out what to write for ‘And aren’t you tired of saying a whole lot of nothing?’😭😭. ALSO, Hiiii anon!! welcome, welcome! I hope this is what you were asking.

Your sugar talking isn’t working tonight! - WS2

Saying that you miss me. Boy, do you want a prize?

‘Come open the door, i miss you.’ was the text you received from Will at 2:43 AM.

A smile spread across your lips. you knew what ‘i miss you’ looked like to Will. Messy kisses. Clothes torn off and the headboard scratching paint off the wall and tonight, you needed that. You’d worry about the emotions in the morning.

—

You’re having these epiphanies..

Seeing you laugh with Mack was different feeling for Will. He never experienced the twisting in his heart before, or the heat rising to his face.

The smile you sent his way was like a relieving balm against the burn. It made his heart warm and his jaw to relax. He hated that you were causing it. He hated that he wasn’t the one making you smile.

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Big word for a real small mind…

“It’s a lot of pressure on the ice, i don’t really got to worry about that here.” Will was a little drunk. A lot drunk actually and you were stuck with him.

“Shut up, Will.” You dismissed his words. You’ve learnt not to believe his drunken words. It’s happened before. He’ll say the sweetest things with alcohol in his system, but he’ll take it back once he’s sober. It’ll always be just sex for him. Just stress relief.

“I mean it,” He murmured, his eyes fluttering shut when you helped him stumble to your bedroom. “You’re safe.. my safe place.” The smile when he said that made your knees weak. You knew he was drunk, you shouldn’t believe him but there was still a flutter in your chest. You didn’t have time to respond. He climbed in your bed and knocked out.

[cinnamorollbear]

Hold my heart, it's beating for you anyways - JH86

warnings — jack is so emotionally unavailable. This poor man LMFAOOOO. Angst, Infidelity (???), Jack's desperate for you to forgive him.

a/n - Sorry this is so short.

Jack tried to talk to you, multiple times, he always ended up saying the wrong things. He watched from the sidelines while you laughed with Nico. Watched while you joked with Luke. He hated seeing you with Nico the most. Nico was sweet to you, he took you to your favorite diner on bad days and Jack’s least favorite thing was seeing you wear Nico’s jersey to one of the games. 

After that game, Jack couldn’t hold himself back from pleading with Nico to help him. 

“I know i fucked up, Nico but I don’t know how to fix it. She fuckin’ hates me.” Jack spoke as soon as he was alone with Nico in the locker room. Nico blinked at him and just stared for a moment. 

“She doesn’t hate you,” Nico shook his head. “She’s just…. Upset, I think.” He added, tossing his helmet in the locker cubby. Jack rubbed his hand over his face with a little huff. 

“I know she’s upset.” He murmured, staring off into space. “I keep fucking up, I don’t know how to stop.” Jack already had his jersey off but he was just fidgeting with it. Nico looked at his friend and laughed a little. 

“I know, she never stops talking about it.” Nico shrugged. “I don’t know how to help you, she’s never been mad at me.” He teased Jack, trying to cheer him up. It didn’t work. Jack grumbled a ‘Shut up’.

[cinnamorollbear]

Little things you do - JH86

WARNINGS : Angst!!, Infidelity, Jack’s self destructive but self aware, written with fem reader in mind but no detailed descriptions, use of pretty/gorgeous, bad writing, my attempt at angst, NOT PROOFREAD

A/N: I was listening to ‘iloveitiloveitiloveit’ by Bella Kay and wanted to write this.

Jack noticed you first, the new intern for the Devil’s photography team. You were pretty in Jack’s eyes, gorgeous if he was being honest. It was at one of the many events for the season starting.

Jack should’ve never approached you, but he did, he was self-destructive like that, and when Jack Hughes exploded, he always took casualties.

“You’re new, right?” Jack asked when he stopped in front of you. You’d expected this, actually, you were warned of it.

“Yeah, just started last week.” You confirmed. “Why?” You added warily. You’d heard about him, been warned about him.

“Just wondering,” He chuckled like your wariness was amusing.

If you’d known that small meeting would cause so many sleepless nights, you would’ve ignored him, but you got caught in his charming smile, the way he repeated your name, like he was testing it.

Or maybe if you’d paid more attention, you would’ve noticed that blonde girl at every single home game, waiting for him at the locker room. She wasn’t always there, she only appeared when Jack began memorizing your diner order, when he would randomly get a whiff of your perfume and would look for you to make sure you were smiling, when he’d wonder what you were thinking of when you stared off into space.

But you didn’t, instead, you noticed him. The way his hair slightly curled at the ends, the way his smile would falter when he got a little nervous, how his hands felt on your skin, how he’d grin before pressing a kiss to your shoulder at night, his stupid comments about random things that made you laugh, it all kept you blind to her.

“I can teach you,” Jack offered to you. you’d moved up from intern to a social media admin for the Devil’s page, and for one of the videos you needed to follow the players on the ice during media night, the main problem? you couldn’t skate.

So you let him. His hands on yours made your insides warm. “Let me do the work, you’re not gonna fall.” Jack murmured as he skated backwards while guiding you. Fuck, the soft tone made your stomach flip.

Jack thought about that moment a lot. It was the first time he’d held your hands, the first time he’d heard that soft laugh that made him a little dizzy. That was two days before he announced his relationship with the blonde.

He knew he hurt you. When you stopped responding to his texts, his days stopped seeming so bright, he started dreading going to the prudential center because that meant seeing someone else make you smile. When he was with her, he thought of you. He thought of the way you’d laugh at his corny jokes. He thought of the mischievous grin on your face when you teased him. He was miserable but it was no one else’s fault but his.