Smitty in Drag â 1589 Words; summary: a halloween costume, some alcohol, and two idiots. what could go wrong? ao3
Banana Bread â 1235 Words; summary: The first time Mack hears anything about banana bread and alphas is in the locker room after practice. ao3
The One Where Willmack Bully Kids on Dress to Impress â 1153 Words; summary: Will and Macklin like to play games on their iPads. Will being on IR isnât going to stop that. ao3
I Wanna be Your Girlfriend â 12,397 words; summary: The first time Mack ever actually notices the blonde girl is at a BU v. BC game. She must have stopped long enough for her brother Aiden to notice and skate over. ao3
And For My Last Trick â 1308 words; summary: âŠIâll make sure you hate me so you donât care when I ruin it. Smitty can tell something is wrong. He always can when it comes to Mack. ao3
Can I Have One Last First Kiss? â summary: After getting into an accident on his fatherâs birthday, Macklin Celebrini is left with permanent short term memory loss. Years go by with the world changing around him as his memories stay rooted in place. Will Smith, a playboy marine veterinarian, meets him at a restaurant and is smitten almost immediately. The only issue? He has no idea that Macklinâs memories get wiped clean each night when he goes to bed. Or: 50 First Dates AU!Willmack ao3
Mattgabe
Three Apples Tall â 614 Words; summary: It was well know that Matthew Rempe was a little shit. The alpha was too mischievous for his own good, but made up for it with how much he cared. ao3
Trevjamie
Of Books and Bows â summary: After hearing something that they arenât sure they should, Jamie and Trevor are convinced that two of their professors are in love with each other and hiding their relationship.
However, those two professors have made it their mission to convince everyone otherwise. So, itâs up to Trevor and Jamie to gather evidence and prove what they think they know â even if they donât plan on sharing their findings with everyone else.
But what they donât know, is that those same professors believe that they know a secret about them as well. ao3
tknp
Of Books and Bows â summary: After hearing something that they arenât sure they should, Jamie and Trevor are convinced that two of their professors are in love with each other and hiding their relationship.
However, those two professors have made it their mission to convince everyone otherwise. So, its up to Trevor and Jamie to gather evidence and prove what they think they know â even if they donât plan on sharing their findings with everyone else.
But what they donât know, is that those same professors believe that they know a secret about them as well. ao3
summary: After hearing something that they arenât sure they should, Jamie and Trevor are convinced that two of their professors are in love with each other and hiding their relationship.
However, those two professors have made it their mission to convince everyone otherwise. So, its up to Trevor and Jamie to gather evidence and prove what they think they know â even if they donât plan on sharing their findings with everyone else.
But what they donât know, is that those same professors believe that they know a secret about them as well.
Hi!!!! so, this is the beginning of another silly fic that i believe deep down is just crack treated semi seriously. I know this chapter is shorter, but I really just wanted to get the ball rolling and the words will flow from there.
also, i know nothing about psychology, so this may not be accurate whatsoever. my apologies to any psych majors out there who may end up reading this.
as always, all likes/comments/reblogs are appreciated! id love to hear what you all think!
Trevor was pretty sure that the worst thing he could ever have done was sign up for a college orchestra. Well, not really. It wasnât that bad. Truly.
He only wanted to smack his head against the stand every once in a while!
It didnât hurt that he had met Jamie through it. That, he believed, made all of the late night rehearsals and memorization more than worth it.
He would say that Jamie was his best friend.
Heâs not necessarily sure if Jamie would say the same, but itâs fine. He had to like Trevor a little bit if he was willing to sit in a practice room at 7 in the morning to help hammer out a piece that Trevor was going to try to submit in the monthly Composition Contest â it needed a better name, if you ask him â that the orchestra held.
Trevor would be damned if he had to hear anything from Cole again about how he needed to try and âput himself out there creativelyâ when it came to stuff like this. Donât get him wrong. Cole Caufield was a chill guy, and Trevor really didnât have any issues with him, but you could only listen to the same thing over and over again so many times without wanting to lose his mind.
It really didnât help either that Cole had been one that had won the contest for the last few months. Violin hubris or whatever.
Trevor was about ready to give up and just let the violinist take the win again. He could tell Jamie wasnât far behind, squinting at the paper like it had suddenly come to life and was spouting bullshit at him.
Trevor sighs, tossing his pencil down onto the desk, not caring that the tip of it broke off and flew somewhere else â something that would usually have him crashing out.
Jamie rubs at his face, looking like he didnât want to ever see a piece of music arranged for a cello again.
He opens his mouth like he's about to say something, but freezes. His eyes narrow slightly, looking past Trevor and out of the practice room window.
Trevor turns, his own brows furrowing. He hums in slight confusion as he sees Professor Hischier walk in and head towards the office tucked away in the back of the room. He turns back to Jamie.
âUh, is PP here?â He asks.
Jamie rolls his eyes.
âStop calling him that. You know it pisses him off,â He says.
Trevor sticks his tongue out at Jamie.
âSorry, is Professor Patrick here?â He asks, unnecessarily emphasizing their professorâs name.
Jamie huffs, but doesnât say anything else about the name.
âI donât know. Maybe he walked past while we were working?â He says, âI mean, the door was open, so he had to have been in here at some pointâŠâ
He rests his cello on the ground, getting up to peek through the window. He then cracks the door ever so slightly â just enough to be able to hear without seeming too suspicious.
Nothing interesting really happens for a minute.
Jamie is about to close the door again when they finally hear a snippet of the conversation in the office.
ââOh? Yeah? How was last night? Iâm sure you and Travis were getting up to a lotâŠâ
Itâs enough to make both of them freeze in their spots. Jamie goes pale and Trevor makes a face that can only be described as an unholy love child of horror and fascination.
Trevor gets up, making sure not to trip over his endpin. Falling and making a loud noise is the last thing that he needs right now. Not only would it hurt like hell, but it would definitely give away the fact that they were listening to a conversation they most definitely shouldnât be.
He accidentally stabs himself in the leg with it anyway.
Hopping silently in pain, he makes his way over to the door. He leans against the doorframe, straining to hear anything.
Thereâs a bit of silence for a few minutes before thereâs anything else from either professor.
Then, âYeah, we kind of tired ourselves out. I honestly didnât think it would take us as long as it did. I mean, we were able to keep going for a bit. And plus, you know how Travis is.â
Thereâs a laugh that comes from Professor Hischier.
âYeah, yeah⊠Heâd go at it âtil he drops dead.â
Jamie makes a face and glances at Trevor just as Trevor whips his head around to look at Jamie with wide eyes.
âYo, what..?â Trevor mouths incredulously, making Jamie roll his eyes, but heâs also obviously taken aback by the statement.
They are extremely thrown off guard. This is not a conversation they thought they would overhear. Especially not about those two.
It was widely known within the student body that Nolan Patrick and Travis Konecny hated each other, even going so far as to complaining to their students about the other.
While no one knew exactly what it stemmed from, they knew that there was no way that the two professors would ever try to be in the same room with each other, let alone do whatever Professor Hischier was insinuating.
Trevor holds his breath, eyes going wide and about to say something.
Jamie shakes his head, silently telling Trevor not to open his mouth.
Trevor deflates, sighing dramatically. He rolls his eyes, slinking back over to his chair.
Jamie continues watching for a few minutes, but suddenly goes wide eyed and hides away from the window when Professor Hischier walks past to leave the rehearsal room.
Trevor waits all of five seconds to start speaking again.
âI think PPâs in love with Professor Konecny,â He blurts out, ignoring the look that Jamie gives him about the use of the nickname.
Jamie huffs, peeking out of the window to check and see if anyone else was coming.
âDonât be a fucking idiot,â He says, âThey hate each other. Literally everyone knows that. Itâs, like, departmental beef.â
Trevor huffs, rolling his eyes.
âOkay, but what if they didnât.â
He dodges Jamieâs hand without even looking.
âNo, Iâm serious,â He says, âWe just started a section on deception in Intro to Psych. Itâs some seriously crazy shit. What if theyâre actually, like, into each other, but theyâre trying to make everyone think they arenât?â
Jamie stares at him.
âWhy would they be trying to hide it?â
Trevor huffs like Jamie just asked him the stupidest question ever.
âCause PPâs in the Music department and Konecnyâs in the English department, duh,â He says, âTheyâre always fighting over whoâs more understaffed and underfunded. Itâs department betrayal if everyone knew.â
Jamie makes a face.
âIt wouldn't be likeâŠâ He thinks for a moment, âYeah, okay. Maybe it wouldâŠâ
Trevor points at the other man triumphantly, making Jamie sigh.
âWell, hold on a second. Before you get all proud of yourself, how would you prove this?â
Trevor freezes.
âUh, what?â
Jamie huffs, âYouâre a Psychology major. I thought your guysâ whole thing was research and prove, prove, prove?â
Trevor groans, mumbling a tiny âwhy canât I just be right?â
He huffs, beginning in a sarcastic tone, âFine. I will start with a hypothesis. My hypothesis is that theyâre secretly fond of each other. Just like cowboys sometimes are. Happy?â
Jamie raises his eyebrows, unamused.
Trevor rolls his eyes.
âOkay. For real: I believe that Professor Patrick and Professor Konecny have romantic feelings towards each other that they are choosing to hide from the public through deception.â
Jamie looks pleased, slapping Trevor on the back.
âAtta boy. There you go,â He says, âProper science.â
Trevor slaps his hand away.
âDick⊠go do your music theory homework,â He huffs.
Jamie scowls like he was just called a slur.
Trevor hums.
âOkay, how are we going to do this?â He asks.
Jamie hums, face morphing into an expression of confusion.
âDo what?â He asks.
Trevor hums, standing up. He checks his watch and begins to pack up his bass and music, watching as Jamie starts to do the same.
âProve it, of course. Someone else needs to gather evidence to make sure its unbiased and multiple sources add up.â
Jamie freezes and Trevor wonders if heâs going to veto the idea outright, but the cellist surprises him.
âYeah. Yeah, we should do that,â He says instead, âHow should we do it, though?â
That makes Trevor pause, mentally coming up with a game plan.
The easiest way would be for Jamie to know everything about Psychology already and do an in depth analysis of every instance that has something to do with them and how it is impacting their behavior, but alas, his friend wanted to be a music teacher instead.
He thinks even harder.
âOkay. So. Any time that they are asked about the other or interact, I want you to write something down about it,â He says, âIt doesnât need to be a whole ton, I don't think. Just, like, the basics: What happened, who was involved, how they reacted, yâknow?â
Jamie hums, nodding.
Trevor nods, too.
âAnd then I can, like, also do it,â He says, âand we can organize them in chronological order. And also, like, lowkey write a paper about it. Like, for fun, though.â
Jamie raises an eyebrow, leaning down to zip up his cello case.
âYou think thatâs fun?â He asks, but he canât lie and say that he isnât starting to get more and more into the idea of doing this.
Trevor shrugs.
âWe can use it to document findings,â He says simply, as if discussing the research of how the sun affects mood or something.
Jamie thinks for a moment, but eventually nods, reaching out his hand to shake Trevorâs.
âYeah, okay,â He says.
Trevor takes it.
âWe can present findings on Saturday over pancakes,â He says.
Jamie raises his eyebrow again, letting go of Trevorâs hand to grab his cello and other things. He heads towards the door.
âAny specific reason for the pancakes? Are they, like⊠good for brain power or something?â
Trevor shakes his head, grabbing his bass.
âNah. I just like them. We can switch it up weekly,â He says.
Jamie hums, nodding slowly.
âYeah.. Okay⊠Sounds good,â He says, âIâll see you then.â
HI!!! So, this is the start of my new fic. The updates will be a bit unscheduled as I am absolutely swamped with things this summer. Clinicals are starting for me soon, so I may be able to work on it around them, but no promises đ
I absolutely love this movie.
Anyway, as always, likes/comments/reblogs are always appreciated, and I would LOVE to talk with yall and see what you think!
Will is sure that the last thing he should be doing is stitching one of his best friends up in the weird marine vet lab they have buried under the aquarium, but what else can he do when Leno decided to go get bit by a shark. Again.
Will huffs as he threads the needle, moving closer to Lenoâs abdomen that is currently bleeding, âYou really need to be more careful. Thereâs only so many times that I can stitch you upâŠâ
Leno waves him off.
âNah, itâs fine,â He says simply, âYou up for a round of golf tomorrow?â
Will stares at him. Then his abdomen. Then back at him.
âI guess, man,â The blonde says finally, sighing.
He ignores Lenoâs sharp inhale as he begins the sutures, focusing instead on making sure they stay clean.
Leno, however, cannot stay quiet for long.
âHey, so what happened with that girl from last night⊠What was she? An accountant or something?â The brown haired man asks, âJenny or something, right?â
Will hums, tying off the thread.
âTheresa,â He says, âAnd she was a secretary.â
Leno nods, sitting up slowly with Willâs help, âHer plane leave this morning?â
Will exhales, nodding.
âThey always do,â He says, helping Leno stand and put his shirt back on.
Leno stares at him for a bit, seeming to wait for something.
â...What?â Will asks, moving around to put things away.
Leno looks at him like heâs an idiot.
âHow was it, you dumbass?â Leno asks, making Will pause over by the sharps container where he was disposing of the needle.
He looks at Leno blankly.
âIâm not giving you details about my sex life,â Will says, âGo have your own sex. Youâve told me that you can.â
Leno scoffs and rolls his eyes.
âThatâs boring,â He says with a huff.
Will stares at him blankly again, something heâs found himself doing more.
âLeave. I have to work,â He says, pushing Leno out of the door.
Will watches his friend leave with a shake of his head. He sinks into the spinning chair at his desk and sighs. He rubs at his temple, coming to a realization that he should have known all along.
âIâm going to have to stitch him up again later,â He says.
ââ
Will really hates his job.
Not really, but there's only so much he can take being a marine biologist at a fucking aquarium of all places. Heâs happy that they at least take care of their animals here. He gets nightmares thinking about stories heâs heard from other places.
But sometimes, he truly cannot stand the disrespect that he faces while working here.
For example, when he decides to help figure out what's bugging Doug the walrus and is met with a large ass burp followed by Doug yelling and swimming away.
As it turns out, nothing was wrong with him. He was just being a little shit.
âIâm taking away the treats theyâre giving you and hiding them!â He yells towards the water, knowing that the walrus can hear him.
Heâs startled by someone clearing their throat, spinning to be met with one of the main keepers. His eyes go comically wide and he attempts to lean against the wall to appear nonchalant.
It does not work. He slips.
Thankfully, the keeper that managed to hear him was Cat. If it had been anyone else, he's sure they would have laughed at him slipping and falling. He found that she was a lot nicer.
She immediately rushes towards him, trying to help him up.
âOh, my God!â She says, âWill, are you okay?â
Will groans, rolling onto his side and standing back up. He rubs at his back, wincing.
âI think I broke my butt.â
Thereâs a loud whistle coming from behind them. Willâs eyes narrow.
âDoug, I swear to God,â Will says.
Will rolls his eyes as he hears chittering followed by a big splash. He looks back at Cat, who looks amused, and huffs.
Cat is smiling.
âI just wanted to check in with you,â She says, teasing, âTy, said you had an⊠eventful night.â
Will blinks, huffing. âWell, maybe. I didnât know Toff liked to gossipâŠâ
Cat laughs, shaking her head.
The two of them make their way from the exhibit, Will grabbing his supplies.
He stops back by his lab to drop off his bag and all of the equipment he â wrongly â thought he may have to use on Doug today. He watches the sky as it gets slightly darker, signaling the changing time of day.
Will pauses, pulling out his phone to text Leno.
2:49 [Will]: Iâm getting off soon.
His eye catches something shining on his desk. He furrows his eyebrows in slight confusion before walking over. Oh. Itâs just the piece of glass that he had snagged off of the ground on his rounds. He had been surprised to see it near a tank â and honestly a bit worried.
It had been nothing, though. He threw it in the trash.
His phone buzzes in his pocket, pulling him back to the conversation that he had tried to start with Leno.
2:52 [Leno]: Cool??
2:52 [Leno]: So, you didnât want to tell me about the chick you banged last night, but you rubbing one out is fine to share??
2:52 [Leno]: NOT what I was hoping to hear ngl.
Will rolls his eyes, choosing to take a deep breath before responding.
2:54 [Will]: No, you idiot.
2:54 [Will]: I get off of work soon. I was going to ask you about going golfing.
Thereâs a solid five minute period where Leno does not respond.
2:56 [Will]: ???
2:59 [Leno]: Sorry, I had to deal with something.
3:00 [Leno]: We can go.
Will rolls his eyes.
3:00 [Will]: Your boyfriend is going to get mad if you were jerking off to me again.
3:01 [Leno]: Do NOT bring Ilia into this. I was ordering lunch.
Will lets out a laugh and sends Leno a tee time that he had signed them up for. He puts his phone back in his pocket, finishing the cleanup.
He reaches up into the cabinet, grabbing a spray bottle eloquently labeled âclenarâ by one of the newer staff â Misa, he thinks â and a terry cloth rag. He makes his way over to the counter, spraying that and wiping it down first. He moves methodically to the next part of his lab, and wipes down the chair Leno had been sitting in.
He grabs the rags he had used that day, making his way to the washer down the hall. Tossing them in, he grabs the laundry soap that is set aside for his stuff. He made sure to get organic and non scented stuff to avoid irritating the animals. He closes the lid, making a mental note to ask one of the newer hires to switch it out in an hour.
He leaves the laundry room, humming to himself. He stops in place when he catches the sun peeking through one of the large aquariums. He just stands there and takes in the way the light bounces off of the coral and even the fish sometimes. Itâs nice. Peaceful.
He doesnât truly mind his job.
ââ
Itâs hot as hell out. He really should have checked what the weather was going to look like before picking the tee time. He wonât complain. Itâs nice to be out and about with people who will talk about something other than feeding schedules and sea lion supplements.
Leno will, though.
âIt is hot as balls out here,â He complains. Loudly.
Will rolls his eyes, getting ready to swing. He squints, raising his arms.
Leno watches him, humming whatever song Ilia was trying to choreograph softly to himself.
âYâknow, I was thinking,â Leno starts.
âDangerousâŠâ
âShut up. Anyway, I was thinking. This whole⊠âgetting it on with touristsâ thing of yours is really interesting,â Leno says, getting ready to set up his own shot. âI mean, itâs good for you. You donât seem like the commitment type. Too scared of it.â
Will huffs, watching his friend.
âIâm not scared of it,â He says, âItâs just not my thing.â
Leno swings, missing. Will laughs.
Things go as they always do when they golf. Will wins. Leno hits him in the shin with his putter.
ââ
Itâs a rare Thursday morning that Will doesnât have to be right in to work, so he decides to head into town and drive around for a bit.
Around eleven, he decides to stop by a little diner that he had seen. It was what seemed like family owned and homey.
He walks in, hearing the bell on the door chime. He watches the bell for a second before stepping in. He walks over to the counter, sitting down in an open chair. He looks around, taking in the almost dead diner.
There were two people other than him who were actually customers. Two.
He just hopes that the food is good.
He turns back, jumping when being met face-to-chest with an extremely tall man. He blinks rapidly, backing up on his stool slightly to be able to see the manâs face.
The man is smiling widely at him, obviously amused.
Will hums, drumming his fingers as he awkwardly smiles back.
âHey, man,â He says.
The man â the chef, Will infers from the apron that he is wearing â grins even wider.
âDo you like those⊠the peanut butter cups?â The man asks.
That makes Will pause, not quite sure how to respond. His mouth opens and closes like a fish before he decides to just nod, âUh, yeah. Sure, I like âem.â
The man is still smiling. Itâs starting to weird Will out just a little bit.
âI canâŠâ The man leans in like he's telling a secret, âI can put them in your eggs like an omelette."
Will stares for a second like he's trying to figure out if he's being made fun of. He purses his lips, âIâm good. Thanks, though.â
The Chef laughs at him.
Will decides heâs going to laugh, too.
Will coughs awkwardly, internally panicking, âUh, could I get a coffee? And some toast?â
The chef nods, getting started on his food.
A waitress comes by and fills up the mug that was left for him. He doesn't put anything in it, preferring to drink coffee black when itâs not iced.
He takes a sip, wincing at the heat. He scolds himself internally, knowing that it would have had to be hot because of the steam coming off of it. He takes another sip, wincing again.
He hears a slight giggle, turning slightly to see where it came from. Heâs met with the sight of a brown haired man sitting in a booth near the counter.
The brunette makes a surprised noise and hides behind his menu after realizing that he was caught.
Will blinks, watching the other man retreat. He looks around, seeing no one sitting with the brunette, and grabs his mug from the counter. He stands and makes his way towards the booth slowly. He sits down across from him.
âSo. What do you think is good here?â Will asks casually, pulling the menu down to grin at the other man.
The other man â the mysterious man as Will has mentally dubbed him â flushes bright red and tries to hide his face in his hands. The pink blotches peek out from under his hands.
âIâm sorry. I wasn't trying to be weird,â The mysterious man says, voice muffled by the hands pressed against his face, âIt was just⊠It was a bit funny. How you kept drinking it⊠SorryâŠâ
Willâs smile widens, âNah, I thought it was funny. Iâm Will. Whatâs your name, mysterious man?â
The man peeks out from behind his fingers, blinking at Will. He shyly moves his hands, looking sheepish.
âItâs Mack,â The man â Mack â says, âWell, itâs Macklin, but everyone just calls me Mack, so you can, too.â
Will laughs softly, cutting off the rambling
âI like that. Mack. Itâs nice,â He says.
That causes Mack to flush again and hide his face.
Will tries to follow him before his face is hidden completely, grinning when the brunette hides again.
âWell, you seem to know this place well,â He says, gesturing the plate of half eaten food on Mackâs plate that had been abandoned when he hid from Willâs gaze, âI ordered toast, but is there anything else good here?â
Mack seems to perk up at that, smiling, âYeah, they have a good selection here. I like their waffles. And they have cookies here sometimes, too, but those are more so an after lunch type of thing.â
Mack looks sheepish as he adds the last part, almost embarrassed. It tugs at Willâs heartstrings an annoying amount.
Will hums, âWhat kind of cookies?â
Mackâs face scrunches as he thinks â Will curses himself as he finds the action absolutely endearing â âUsually chocolate chip, but sometimes there are some frosted cookies that Eky â thatâs the main waiter here â gets from a bakery nearby.â
Will stares at him for a second, and Mack must get the wrong idea.
âThat must have sounded dumbâ He says quickly, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.
Will shakes his head, looking amused, âNo, not at all. It was cute, honestly.â
That makes Mack pause, blinking. His face goes red, blotching in a way that makes Willâs stomach flutter.
Mack bites his lip, shaking his head. He tries to hide his face, but is stopped by Will who reaches out to brush a piece of hair behind his ear. He blinks, swallowing, sure he looks like a fish out of water the way his mouth opens and closes.
Will just grins, shaking his head, âSo, revisiting that question from earlier. What do you think is good here?â
Mack perks up again, pulling the menu back over. Opening it back up, he points to a section, âThey have really good omelets. Like, you can put pretty much anything into it and they can somehow make it taste good. I donât even like eggs, but they make it work. Also, they have really good waffles.â
Will hums, looking at the menu. He points at the stack of waffles, âWhat would you get with it?â
Mack scrunches his face again, thinking.
âI would honestly get a cup of hot chocolate. The waffles themselves are super filling, so I would just get them,â He says after a moment.
Will nods like itâs the most sensible thing heâs ever heard in his life. He orders it without second thought, pretending not to notice the way that Macklin seems to glow when he does.
He also pretends not to notice the way that the waiter â âEky,â he assumes â smiles widely at Mack, but glares in his direction. Even so, the food is good. Really good. He tells Mack exactly that, a flutter in his chest when the man grins proudly.
âI told you it would be good,â Mack says, âTheyâre top notch here when it comes to making sure people enjoy it.â
Will hums, tilting his head slightly as he watches the other man, âYou seem to be close with them.â
Mack smiles, âYeah. Theyâre good people.â
Will nods, still watching the man. He can see the way it makes Mack flush.
The brunette plays with his mug, not making eye contact for a little bit. He bites his lip, eventually looking back up with flushed cheeks.
âThis was fun,â He says.
Will nods, âIt was.â
Mack seems to mull something over in his mind.
âWould you want to, like, do it again some time?â He asks, âLike, get breakfast again? If not, thatâs totally fine, too. I totally get it, I just thought maybe it could be fun. I mean, you seem fun and ââ
Will cuts off his rambling.
âIâd love to,â He says, grinning wide.
Mackâs eyebrows raise comically high before he breaks out into a wide smile.
âYeah? Okay, cool! Cool,â He says, âWhat about tomorrow?â
Willâs sure his cheeks are going to hurt from how wide he's smiling. He canât even bring himself to care.
âYeah, tomorrow would be good,â He says, âSame time?â
Mack nods, eager.
Will nods.
âSo, itâs settled. Iâll be seeing you tomorrow,â He says.
Mack smiles wide, biting his lip so hard that heâs a little bit worried that heâll bite right through it.
Will ends up paying for both of their food, something that makes Mack flush and thank him profusely. Will just shrugs, saying that not doing so would have been the worst possible offense in his eyes.
It makes Mack giggle as he walks towards his car, waving to Will.
Will canât help but pump his fist as he watches Mack disappear behind the car that was parked between them, doing a celebratory dance in place. Heâs stopped by the sound of rumbling as the car between them pulls out, suddenly exposing his celebration to Mack â who is doing the same exact thing.
It makes them both freeze, looking at each other with wide eyes.
Mack practically goes as red as a tomato, cheeks blotching. He giggles sheepishly, hiding his face as he climbs into his car.
Will does the same, grinning.
They both leave, but Will canât stop thinking about him. Heâs excited for tomorrow. More than he ever thought he would be â especially since this means a second date, in a sense. He didnât do that. That wasnât his thing, but he couldnât help it. This felt different in a way.
Mack canât stop thinking about it either, thoughts of the cute blonde racing through his head. He can hardly contain himself, smiling the whole way home.
ââ
Leno seems to think that heâs lost it.
âWhat do you mean? A second date?â He asks, blinking him owlishly, then narrowing his eyes skeptically, âWho are you and what the fuck have you done with Smitty?â
Will rolls his eyes, shoving at Leno.
âShut up, man,â He says, âIâm serious.â
Leno puts his hands up in mock surrender.
âListen, I am, too,â He says, âYou never do this. Youâre actually so anti-second date that itâs insane. Iâd even argue that youâre anti-dating in general. You never actually go on âdates.â You just let them think that theyâre dates and never see them again.â
Will huffs, rubbing his face with his hands. He doesnât say anything for a minute. Leonâs right. He knows that, but thereâs something different about this guy. Something that the others before hadnât had.
âI know. I get it,â He says, âBut thereâs something different. Itâs⊠I canât explain it, but I want to see him again.â
Leno stares at him like heâs grown a second head. He takes another swig of his beer, finishing it off. He smacks Will on the back, standing.
âWhatever you say, man,â He says, âNow, go on out of here and get some shut eye. Youâve got a date tomorrow.â
He leaves, leaving Will sitting in his backyard while he stares into the sky.
Will exhales heavily, standing from his own chair. He heads into Leonâs house through the back door, putting his empty beer bottle in the can. He turns, moving to leave, but is met with the sight of Ilia.
âOh, shit. Sorry, man,â He says, âDid I wake you?â
Ilia shakes his head.
âNah, Iâve been up,â He says.
Will hums, nodding awkwardly. Heâs never really known how to interact with Ilia. He doesnât dislike the guy or anything. In fact, he thinks that the man is probably one of the best things to happen to Leno.
ââŠHowâs the, uh, figure skating camp thing going?â He asks after a moment, trying to break up the awkwardness.
Ilia hums, leaning against the counter and shrugging.
âItâs good. Coaching the kids is fun,â He says, â Theyâre a really good group. Committed.â
He turns, looking at Will in a way that makes him feel like Ilia can tell exactly whatâs going on in his head.
âI heard you and Ryan talking. Youâre going on a second date?â He asks, âThatâs new.â
Will huffs softly, knowing Ilia doesnât mean anything by it, but slightly amused by how much the manâs words sound exactly like Lenoâs did.
âYeah,â He says, âI know.â
Ilia seems to think for a second.
âI hope it goes well. It would be good for you,â He says finally, âIâve got to get to bed, though. Canât exactly teach kids how to do cool figure skating stuff when Iâm falling asleep on my feet.â
Will nods.
âYou have a way home, though, right?â Ilia asks, glancing at the can that he had put the beer bottle in.
Will nods again.
âUh, yeah. Iâm getting an Uber,â He says, making Ilia nod approvingly.
âGood,â The figure skater says, âGoodnight, Will.â
Will hums, saying his goodbyes as he heads for the door.
summary: After getting into an accident on his fatherâs birthday, Macklin Celebrini is left with permanent short term memory loss. Years go by with the world changing around him as his memories stay rooted in place.
Will Smith, a playboy marine veterinarian, meets him at a restaurant and is smitten almost immediately. The only issue? He has no idea that Macklinâs memories get wiped clean each night when he goes to bed.
Or: 50 First Dates AU!Willmack
Chapter 1: See what happens when you play with sharks. ao3 words: 3500
okay, so. my friend and i have been throwing around a fic idea and iâm wondering if yall would be interested in it.
so. get this.
college au. trevor and jamie are two college students who lowkey ship their professors nolpat(orchestra) and tk(english) after overhearing a conversation nolpat had with professor nico hischier (history) about how âlast nightâ was.
and on top of that. nolpat and tk are lowkey convinced that their student are in love with each other, too.
there would be more plot to it obviously, but the general premise.
would we be interested?
yes
no
me only no touch
Voting ended onJun 29
it would be a longer fic, too, so questions about release type will follow if yall enjoy this idea
hi i've been working on the 50 first dates willmack au, and i believe it's going to be a bit longer with the word count. so, here comes the time old question:
how do i release it
one big fic
chapters
just for me donât touch
Voting ended onJun 29
the chapters would most likely be a bit lengthy themselves, too.
not so much the mack-lucy agenda as will-henry agenda.
will is the kind of hopeless romantic who would spend every day making mack fall in love with him, because he couldnât bear the thought of not having him in his life.
i love how one side of people are like lets see what actually makes sense in the context of the story while others are like actually we just want to see our fav getting babied and romanced
not hating on either its just funny to me
thatâs so real. i love the discourse and im super excited to see what other things people may be thinking!
