#willmack drabble

[brinimacks]

thinking again about this video where macklin calls will ‘willy’

i’m so convinced (for rpf purposes) that will has hated that nickname his whole life, really hated it.

like eight year old wsh sat colleen and bill down with the most serious little face and told them he was will now, not willy and he would not be answering to it anymore.

they thought it was hilarious. grace used it as one of her main weapons to annoy him for years. gabe and leno tried it once in college and got shut down so hard they never tried again.

he doesn’t even know why it bugs him so much. it’s always just sounded wrong coming from anyone else. too soft, too babyish, whatever.

until mack says it.

a few weeks into them actually being together, they’re on the couch one night and mack’s half asleep on top of him when he goes “night willy” real quiet, will freezes because… there’s no irritation at all, just this stupid little warm flutter in his chest, he likes it when mack says it. like a lot.

so he says nothing, just pulls mack closer and starts calling him mackie the next day, they match now, willy and mackie. cute!

then they’re at smith family dinner in boston and mack casually drops a “willy can you pass the salt?” and grace’s head snaps up so fast while colleen hides her smile in her wine. will immediately knows he’s in trouble and later whisper hisses at them “do not ruin this for me i’m serious.”

they behave. mostly.

but then gabe hears it a couple times and gets all concerned because everyone knows smitty hates willy. so he pulls mack aside like “hey man maybe don’t call him that” and gives him the whole lore.

and mack, sweet boy that he is, gets kinda bummed because he thought will liked it. but now he’s worried he was making him uncomfortable this whole time. so he stops and just goes back to will, smitty etc all the safe ones.

will lasts about a day and a half.

because of course he notices. smitty is fine, dude is fine they’re all fucking fine. but they’re not willy. and he actually misses it. embarrassing.

so he corners mack in the kitchen and backs him up against the counter.

“why’d you stop calling me willy?”

mack goes a little pink and looks down, fiddling with will’s shirt. “gabe told me you hate it. i thought you liked it when i said it but i didn’t wanna keep making you uncomfortable if everyone else knows not to say it. sorry.”

and will just stares at him for a second he’s so fond of this boy oh my god!

“mackie” he says soft, cupping mack’s face. “baby, you’re the only one who’s allowed to call me that, i don’t know why it doesn’t suck when it’s you, it just doesn’t. it’s yours now. you can’t just stop.”

mack lifts his head, this tiny shy smile breaking through, a little relieved. “yeah?”

“yeah mackie”

mack’s smile gets bigger, soft and happy “okay willy”

will kisses him immediately, grinning into it like an idiot because hearing it again just feels right.

they’re so stupidly gone for each other it’s unreal.

[wshcantbreathe]

Current thoughts are just like… Mack’s ass is so fat, Will is literally drooling just looking at photos. And when he finally sees him in person he’s absolutely desperate to fuck it, but like… fuck his ass not his hole. Wants to squeeze his cheeks together and slide his dick between them. Lots of lube. The squelch of it is nasty. Mack is kneeling, ass up, chest down on the mattress, face buried in his arms. His back arch is crazy. His ass is so fat Will’s hands barely cover each cheek. Will’s talking so much nonsense, just babbling about how good Mack looks, how good he feels, how he’s gonna come all over his ass. Mack is pink all over, warm, blushing at the praise. Will fucks into him, and he’s so fucking hard because like holy fuck Mack’s body is unreal. And then he comes, spurting streaks all over those pale cheeks, making him look a mess, and Mack just kind of whimpers and comes against the mattress. And like, they’re both kind of embarrassed about it but… fuck, it’s Mack’s fault for looking like that so…

[brinimacks]

some pre-dating willmack thoughts

so it’s sharks game night and cat suggests the newlywed game and then as a joke toff pairs will and mack together.

like haha you two are basically the same person anyway.

and they’re both like yeah, yeah whatever this is stupid.

except they start getting answers right.

like… every answer.

no hesitation, no discussion, no cheating, they’re just writing the same thing down and flipping the boards over like it’s nothing.

and at first it’s funny.

then it’s weird.

because it’s not just basic stuff. someone asks “what’s the first thing mack does when he wakes up?” and they both write “checks his phone for hockey clips.”

then “what temperature does mack take his showers?” both put “boiling hot.”

“what song does will sing in the shower when he thinks he’s alone?” they match word for word on some ridiculous early 2000s song. (it’s most definitely gonna be pony)

meanwhile actual married couples are getting things wrong. like some couples who have been together for years are losing to these idiots.

and now everyone’s fully locked in because what do you mean they’re winning.

like they’re actually dominating.

someone starts asking even worse questions on purpose just to trip them up “what’s something will says in his sleep?” “how does mack like to be comforted after a really shitty game?” and it somehow makes it worse.

because they still match.

and at this point the room has completely shifted, no one else is really answering anymore, just throwing out more insane questions to them.

everyone’s laughing but also very much like hold on.

and will and mack are still acting like it’s nothing. just a little quieter now. a little too aware of each other.

and they win.

by a lot.

like not even close.

and everyone’s like congrats on your victory and also what the fuck is going on with you two.

[brinimacks]

trampstamp macklin thoughts

okay so I’m currently watching one tree hill and it’s given me brainworms about macklin with a tramp stamp.

during mack’s boston white girl wasted week he gets absolutely shitfaced with the bu boys and wakes up the next morning with a tiny little 2 tattooed right above his ass.

he got a fucking tramp stamp of his best friend’s number right above his ass!

so for the next few days he is on high alert trying to keep it hidden from will. weird about shirts, weird about changing, weird about literally existing in the same space as will.

and it works.

until it doesn’t.

one afternoon will walks into the kitchen while mack’s reaching up for something and his shirt rides up just enough.

and will sees it.

mack freezes for half a second before the panic hits and he tries to bolt, but will’s quicker. hand on his waist, spins him back around, keeps him there.

mack’s shirt’s still rucked up. no fixing it now.

and will just… stares.

like fully blue screens for a second, trying to process what he’s seeing.

his thumb brushes over it without thinking, like he needs to check it’s actually there. his voice comes out low and rough when he finally speaks.

“fuck macklin”

he sounds properly wrecked, eyes dark, breath catching in his throat.

mack’s face is burning red and tries to wiggle out of his grip but will’s not letting him go.

macklin speaks, voice cracking. “it’s so stupid, i know-”

will’s thumb strokes over the ink once more, slow and deliberate.

“it’s not stupid.”

the way he says it makes macklin’s stomach flip. will’s looking at him like he’s starving just keeps staring at the tattoo like he wants to put his mouth on it.

[brinimacks]

omegaverse willmack thoughts 🍌🍞

okay but alpha will being obsessed with banana bread since he was a little kid like as soon as he’s old enough colleen teaches him how to make it and it becomes their weekly thing, he’s genuinely obsessed with the smell of it he’ll walk into the kitchen and just stand there inhaling like it’s the best thing on earth.

warm, sweet, comforting it’s his favourite scent in the world. he gets genuinely excited every time they bake it.

then he meets omega macklin, who always wears scent patches. will knows pretty much from the first week that mack is it for him.

like fully gone, ruined for anyone else and that was before he ever smelled him.

a couple months into their first season he goes over to jumbo’s guest house and mack’s there without a patch on for the first time.

and mack smells exactly like warm banana bread.

will basically short circuits on the spot. just stands there frozen in the doorway, breathing him in slow and deep while mack’s casually talking about practice or something.

macklin’s scent hits him like a truck, that same sweet, warm, comforting smell he’s loved his whole life, but now it’s mack.

his mack.

he’s so gone he doesn’t even realize he’s moving until he’s stumbling forward, crowding into mack’s space and stuffing his face into the side of his neck, inhaling deep.

mack freezes for half a second, then lets out a surprised little laugh “will?”

will just makes a low noise and presses closer, nose buried against his scent gland, completely lost in it.

he already knew mack was his omega, smelling him just confirmed what he already felt in his bones.

they’re so sickeningly perfect for each other i can’t

[brinimacks]

willmack secret relationship au

they’ve been together long enough that sneaking around isn’t fun anymore, just inconvenient.

almost every spot in boston is off limits so one day will drives them out to this old arcade/diner that looks like it’s stuck in 2003, everythings faded and it’s full of tired parents with little kids running around everywhere.

nobody their age would ever go there.

it’s perfect, so they keep going back until it becomes their spot.

mack beats him at skeeball everytime, will dominates basketball shootout, they constantly draw at air hockey.

will ends up spending like $20 every time they go on the claw machine trying to win mack one of the ugliest plushies imaginable.

mack always stands there laughing because they really are hideous but he takes them all home anyway, lines them up on his bed like a little collection.

after a while they stop having to ask for their food and milkshakes. one of the waitresses just smiles when they walk in and says “usual?”

its the only place they can just exist without worrying about mack playing for bu and will playing for bc or whatever aiden, gabe,leno or any of their friends/teammates would think if they found out about them.

one night whilst they’re sat in what has become their booth mack starts playing with wills chain without thinking, twisting it while they talk, something he’s done for months.

the next time they go will brings a little box with him, mack notices right away “whats that?”

will shrugs “open it”

mack does, it’s a silver chain like will’s but the pendant is small and plain until he flips it over and sees ‘i love you forever’ scratched into the back in wills handwriting.

for a second mack has nothing to say.

will steals a fry

“you gonna cry or what”

mack kicks him under the table, hard “put it on me asshole”

will is still laughing when he reaches across and fastens it around his neck.

by the time they leave, mack’s already caught himself playing with it.

it’s about as close as he can get to telling everyone that he’s wills.

it’s enough for now.

it has to be.

[brinimacks]

thinking about willmack after that last game.

the sharks close out the season with a 6-1 win. it’s one of those games where everything just works.

the locker room afterwards is loud. music going, guys shouting over each other about the game while the music keeps getting louder.

will keeps ending up next to him without really meaning to.

pretending he’s listening to other conversations while actually just watching mack.

eventually the team start drifting off and it ends up just being will and mack in the hallway.

mack is still completely wired.

hair a mess, pacing a little, talking a mile a minute.

“-i still can’t believe that game, it just felt insane. like everything was working. six goals, everyone flying out there… i don’t know man it was just perfect the way the whole team kept it going like that, i’m so proud of everyone, seriously! you especially, you’ve been insane all year just knowing where everyone’s gonna be every shift and your goa-”

he finally stops walking when he notices will isn’t following him and frowns a little “…will?”

will is just standing there staring at him.

mack tilts his head “dude are you even listening to me?”

will blinks “what?”

mack gestures vaguely at himself “i’ve been talking for like two minutes bud are you good?”

will opens his mouth before he can stop himself.

“i’m in love with you.”

both of them freeze.

will looks like he just realised what came out of his own mouth.

“…okay” he says quickly face going a little red. “i didn’t mean to just- that wasn’t supposed to- i was gonna say that better i just-”

“…will” mack says quietly.

then he grabs the front of his hoodie, pulls him forward and kisses him.

will freezes for about half a second before wrapping his arms around mack’s waist and kissing him back.

it’s a little messy at first because will is still halfway panicking and mack is smiling into it like he’s been waiting for this all season.

will’s hands tighten a little at his waist.

when they pull apart will is just staring at him, still blinking.

mack bumps their foreheads together.

“i love you too will” he says softly “obviously.”

will exhales “yeah?”

mack smiles “yeah.”

will laughs a little, relief hitting all at once “oh thank god.”

mack huffs out a laugh “you’re so dumb.”

will pulls him back in for another kiss.

when they break apart they’re both grinning like idiots.

mack nudges his shoulder.

“it was a good night huh?”

“yeah superstar” he laughs “it was a good night.”

[wshcantbreathe]

They’ve only been apart for two and a half months, but it was enough for Mack to have that final growth spurt guys get right at the end of their teens. It’s not even two inches, but it puts him distinctly taller than Will now, and when they hug at the airport (awkward and messy because they’re trying to find the balance of whatever the hell platonic would look like between them, and also Will’s carrying a giant bag of hockey gear, but they still want to crawl into each other’s skin) Mack notices. He notices the way he has to bend down just a little to get his arms properly around Will’s torso. The way Will is stretching to wrap his around Mack’s shoulders. And Mack feels it like an anchor attached to his gut, pulling him down, sinking, dreading. It was bad enough when they were the same height. Now, Mack just feels like his skin is too tight. Like he’s some oversized puppy, a St. Bernard that’s too big for the house, that’s going to knock over everything and break the fine china. When they get into the car, he slouches down in the driver’s seat. He meets Will’s eyes in the mirror and looks away.

The next morning when they’re getting ready to go to the rink, standing next to each other in the Celebrinis’ kitchen, drinking protein shakes with their shoulders pressed together, Will sets his drink down and say, “Be right back,” and scurries back up to the room. Mack frowns at his glass and chugs the rest of the shake, and is just finishing when Will reappears, holding a different pair of sneakers than the ones he’d left at the door the night before. As they’re gathering up their gear, he slips them on, and Mack’s eyes widen slightly. He glances down and sees that the sneakers have at least two and a half inches of platform sole, and when he looks back up at Will, they’re eye to eye. Mack’s lips twitch into a smile, and Will’s gaze darts around the house to make sure they’re alone, and then he dips in to kiss Mack sweetly and squeeze his waist. “Still my baby,” he murmurs against his lips. “My big baby.”