Taylor

I write sickfics on AO3 about cute boys if y’all are into that 🫶🏼

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Heyyyy

Idk if this is true but I heard there where rumors that Will cancelled on shoulder check because he’s sick. I was thinking it would make a cute story with Mack taking care of him😊

Just posted about this 🫣🤣 I WANT to write it but holy shiiii I’m in a writing slump 🫠

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Sooooo who’s gonna write the sickfic about Will missing Shoulder Check???? 🫣

Strega food poisoning? Some mysterious illness that he picked up while in Van & finally took him down when they got to Boston/Connecticut?

I wanna say me but idk if I can commit to it 😭🤣

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Just read all your fics, do you still post?? (Hope you do I love ur fics)

I do !! I just have been SO BUSY

I’m sorry for everyone waiting! 😭 I will be back! Feel free to keep sending in requests, etc. I’m keeping them all in my inbox to get to!! 🫶🏼

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Are you alive...?

I’m alive 😅

Hopefully will be back to writing & get some fics out for you guys! ❤️

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I know this is random but I wanted to talk about how amazing your writing is!! I love how you don’t use AI, cuz I can tell when other authors are. I feel like you truly capture how Mack and Will would care for each other. Like I totally see Mack having more of the sensitive stomach and needing lots of comfort while Will prefers to ride it out and not show weakness. I was just curious as to know what you like in stories. I feel you’re always letting us choose the story(don’t get me wrong I LOVE THAT) but I was wondering what you like! Are there any specific tropes you enjoy? Or a specific scenario? Sorry for the rant

Hello 😌 I am alive guys, just haven’t been writing,.. oops!! 🫠

Thank you so much anon! I am so glad everyone enjoys what I’ve been writing & I would say I like a bit of everything!! I also like writing Mack as the more sensitive one & Will the caretaker! I just feel like that fits them the most!! :)

I think Will tries to be the stronger one in the relationship to take pressure off Mack, therefore hides what he’s feeling in terms of sickness! Or at least that’s what I like to write scenario wise! 😊

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https://www.tumblr.com/smitckers/816447776121667584/i-wake-up-and-new-lore-just-dropped-damn-someone

Hello!! I know this is all old news but do u remember the story of Will and Mack getting drunk off of espresso martinis and puking together? I was just thinking that it would make a good story:)

Yes yes 🤭 it is on my list to write about! I’ve been soooo busy! But I promise I’m seeing everyone’s requests & working on them when I can! 🫶🏼

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hiii, maybe will gets sick when mack is staying with him in Boston? and will’s family can see how much mack comforts him and cares about him :)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Just posted thissss :)))

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Macklin Celebrini/Will Smith (b. 2005) Characters: Macklin Celebrini, Will Smith (Hockey RPF b. 2005), Grace Smith | Will Smith's (Hockey RPF b. 2005) Sister, Colleen Smith (Hockey RPF) Additional Tags: Sickfic, Vomiting, Will Smith (b. 2005) Loves Macklin Celebrini, Macklin Celebrini Loves Will Smith (b. 2005), Sick Will Smith, Caretaker Macklin Celebrini, Fluff, Caretaking, Puke/popcorn bowl?, I feel like that needed a tag Summary:

Will gets sick right before Mack arrives in Boston Smith family puke/popcorn bowl? This is DIABOLICAL to Macklin. Cutesy fluff Mack taking care of Will

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“Rub my belly” 🥺

Well you guys lucked out!! 🎉 just word vomited this whole fic in 2 hours 🤣 idk how it just kept going! Guess these little prompts are helpful or something 🤭

I’ll take more if you guys still have some you want to see— sorry I haven’t gotten to them all yet in my inbox 😭 I am going off vibes, and this one is one of my favvvvorite tropes 🥹 because yes it is cannon TO ME that Mack says this to Will 😌

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Will knows something is off before Mack can even say anything, if he would even say anything at all. It wasn’t in Mack’s nature to complain or look for comfort, especially not in the locker room surrounded by their teammates.

But Will knows, and Will also knows not to bring it up then, when Mack will just shrug him off or give him an annoyed look. He’ll file it away to be brought up later or let Mack come to him first.

Mack’s been more open lately, in that realm. He’s pretty sure he’s had him wrapped around his finger since Dev camp but even then Mack liked to keep his feelings and pains and anything that could be classified under “complaints” under wraps unless a situation becomes dire.

He’s whiney and loves comfort once it’s out in the open but until it comes out he’s always kept things at bay. Will gets it. He’s the same way, maybe even worse— but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t hate that Mack lets his emotions or how he’s feeling get slid under the rug.

He wants Mack to need him. Not in a weird overbearing way, just that he wants Mack to know that Will’s there and he’s always going to be there as a shoulder to lean on or cry on or whatever else he needs.

“Do you want to grab food here or get something on the way home?” Will asks when Mack comes back from the showers, sitting heavily on the bench next to him.

Mack seems to pause and think for a second before he starts to pull his clothes on that he wore to the game. He shrugs, “don’t care.” Is the minimal response he gets and Will finishes getting dressed himself, not really knowing what to say back.

Will watches Mack carefully, trying not to make it too obvious that he’s trying to read what’s going on but Mack notices the way Will’s eyes are tracking his every move. Mack tries to ignore it, keeps getting dressed in silence among the noise of the locker room after a win.

It hurts Mack’s head the way voices are piling over each other and the pulsing in his temples that syncs up with his heartbeat isn’t comforting in any way. It makes him nauseous and he knows he’s probably pale and Mack knows Will can read him like a book so it’s only a matter of time before Will catches on that he’s not okay.

“We can go home if you’re tired..” Will starts and he almost slips in a “are you feeling okay” but he chooses not to at the last minute as he just lets the statement hang in the air between them.

There’s no reason for Mack to be being shy, it’s not like their teammates are going to hear if he quietly just tells Will he doesn’t feel very good but he just can’t. He doesn’t want it to become a thing right now, and Will will definitely say he should stop by the trainers and then the team will see and know something is wrong with the “Golden Boy” and then it becomes a thing.

He hates that.

“Yeah that’s fine.” Mack is quick to agree to going home. It’s what he wanted to say when Will had asked if he wanted to stay at the rink for food but if Mack made the decision instead of just agreeing with Will, it’d be different. Agreeing with Will’s idea to go home was somehow better.

“Alright, let’s go.” Will clapped his hands on his thighs as he stood up as he got the green light from Mack that he wanted to go home. Will knew if Mack was agreeing to veto food at the rink to go that something was for sure off. Mack always liked to hang around with the guys.

As they got outside, Will slid into step beside Mack, shoulders bumping just enough to be comforting and not enough to make whatever was going on with Mack worse.

In the car, Will keeps the radio a notch quieter than they normally would, but he can tell Mack appreciates the thought.

Will is sort of waiting for Mack to finally say something, anything really and when he hears a small, “think I’m getting sick maybe.” come from the passenger seat, he doesn’t hesitate to reach a hand out to rest gently against Mack’s thigh.

He looks over at him when they stop at a red light, squeezing softly at his leg, “yeah? Not feeling good?” He asks, looking at the younger boy who has made himself as small as possible in his seat, arms wrapped around himself protectively.

“I feel weird… I don’t know.” He mumbles back to Will’s question, keeping his eyes closed as he feels the car start moving again toward their place. Really Will’s place, the Marleau’s, but it still felt like theirs.

“Weird how?” Will prods as he keeps his eyes on the road, following the same drive back that he could do blindfolded by now. He’s moved his hand from Mack’s thigh now, sliding it between the headrest to rest against the nape of Mack’s neck, pressing into tense muscles as Mack drops his chin to his chest to give him better access.

His necks warm, not overwhelmingly, but definitely warmer than normal. He’s already trying to remember where he left the Tylenol last time Mack took them. He knows that’s the only medicine that will touch his fevers.

“Headache.. feel…” Mack’s voice is barely a whisper and he doesn’t finish his sentence, just waves a hand in a dizzying motion in front of his bowed head.

Will looks over at the motion of Mack’s hand, his hand still a steady pressure against his neck.

“Okay.” He nods and turns onto their street with one hand, “we’ll get some meds in you and some food. Hopefully sleep it off.” Will continues and Mack doesn’t have to say anything, just hums an agreement. He knows Will will handle everything, take care of him.

When they finally pull up to the guest house, he doesn’t mean to make Will have to open his door for him and help him out, but it’s like he’s getting worse by the minute now that the game's over and he can finally collapse. When he grabs Will’s hand to stand up, he has to stop and grab the door of the car and take a steady breath, his stomach shooting up into his chest.

“You okay?” Will’s asking, trying to glance at Mack’s face in the dark. He can’t see much but his eyes are definitely squeezed shut, a small sound coming from his throat and then a clicking sound, like he’s swallowing around a lump in his throat.

Mack can’t even attempt to reply and feels Will wrapping an arm around him to try and just get him inside, but Mack bends at the waist, hand bracing on the door with a weak gag.

“Hey, hey.” Will’s voice raises slightly as his grip on him tightens, “you gonna puke?” He asks worried as Mack squats down, Will letting him go down when his legs can’t hold him up anymore.

Mack retches dryly over the concrete, shaking his head against the feeling. He hates throwing up, hates the nausea curling in his stomach, and hates that nothing's coming up but dry gags even more. He’d be embarrassed by the sounds he’s making as his throat works to try and get up something if he didn’t suddenly feel so bad.

“Okay baby, just breathe, you’re okay.” Will’s voice is soothing and he’s joined Mack, squatted right next to him as he rubs a hand up and down his back. Mack lifts his head up, still gripping the side of the car door, open mouth gasps of air filling his lungs.

He should be glad he didn’t actually throw up, but he still feels so bad and he just wants it all to stop. He feels woozy and he’s swaying on his heels and he still thinks he might throw up if he moves.

“Can you get inside? I want to get you laying down, baby…” and Will’s voice is so reassuring that Mack just agrees and lets him pull him up slowly. Will doesn’t complain when Mack leans his weight onto him and just gets him in the door as quickly as possible, guiding him to lay on the couch right inside the door.

Mack feels worse as soon as he’s laying flat, feeling like everything is spinning around him. He can feel the color draining from his face, and weakly pushes to sit up, hand coming up to his mouth as he starts to gag again, belly in turmoil with the dizzying feeling.

“Shit, hold on.” Will’s gasping but it doesn’t come out harsh and he’s racing to grab the trashcan in the kitchen. He’s back fast and shoving the bin between Mack’s legs, pushing the coffee table out of the way.

Mack’s folded fully over the trash, arms braced around the edges and whatever was in his stomach finally decides to come up. The rounds of sickness are coming quickly and his shoulders are shaking as he starts crying because it’s all just— so much. It’s coming out his nose and he’s pretty sure he’s literally whimpering and probably sounds like a kid who’s getting sick for the first time but he can’t help it. It hurts so bad.

“W-Will” is all Mack is able to gasp out between the rounds as he spits out the horrible bile that clings to his tongue and Will is right there, hand on his back, talking right in his ear. He didn’t even realize that Will was there the whole time, pressed into his side, whispering encouragement because his ears were ringing.

Will’s voice is soft when he starts to come back, the gags and retching finally slowing, but he doesn’t know if he’s safe to move away from the trash can yet. His breathing is erratic and his heart is feeling like it might pound out of his chest as the adrenaline starts to fade.

“I’m here babe, I got you.” Will’s hand is just the right amount of pressure as it rubs across his back and Mack focuses only on the way his hand is moving and trying to get his breathing under control. He knows he needs to relax or it’s gonna start up again.

“Can you sit up?” Will asks gently and Mack nods once and lets Will pull him up, hands guiding him to rest back against the couch, keeping pillows behind his back to keep him elevated. “Keep taking deep breaths okay? I’m gonna grab you water.” Will says and stands up.

Mack knows he’s gonna come back but he feels scared when Will gets up. He keeps his eyes closed, head back, reminding himself that he’s fine and he’s going to be fine. He’s just sick, and yeah it sucks but it’s not going to last forever, he needs to not spiral.

“Here baby, rinse first.” Will is back quick, and Mack opens his eyes with a sigh of relief. He slowly sits up to take the bottle of water and swishes it around to spit into the trash can quickly so he doesn’t catch a glimpse of what he just threw up. It’ll make him sick again if he sees, just knowing it’s sitting right there by his feet is already making him nauseous.

Once he feels like his mouth is mostly clean, he takes a couple small sips. Just enough to get the stinging from the bile out of his throat. He can feel Will watching him like a hawk. Probably watching if he’s going to start puking again.

Luckily he doesn’t, and the nausea is slowly fading. He wants to think it was just something upsetting his stomach but the way his head is pounding and his skin is prickling with a fever, he knows he’s actually sick. Probably some sort of stomach flu— it’s not rare that people spread stuff around on the team easily but it still sucks.

“Are you okay..?” Will asks as he reaches to press the back of his hand to Mack’s forehead and then his cheeks which are flushed so red. Mack hands the water back to him when his hand starts shaking and lets his head fall back against the back of the couch, blinking slowly up at the ceiling, resting his hands on his sore stomach.

“I-I” he stutters and his voice cracks and he has to stop and clear his throat and Will sits next to him, a hand rubbing at his forearm as his brow furrows like a worried mother. “I’m sick I think.” Is what Mack finally lands on and slips his eyes back closed.

“Yeah, I think so baby.” A small sound like a chuckle comes from Will at the bluntness of Mack and he can’t help but reach up to push the hair off his boy's forehead. Every part of him is itching to fix, make Mack better. He wishes he could magically make the illness go away.

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well… I’d take it if I could.” Will pouts and gently moves Mack’s hands off his stomach to rub his hand gently over his belly like his mom would do when he was a kid and was sick. He hoped it helped Mack like it did him back then.

Mack lets out a small sound of discomfort, not because Will is hurting him, but just at the feeling of his belly rolling uncomfortably under hands that he knows just wants to make it better. He also wishes Will’s hands were magic and could take it all away.

“Tummy still hurt?” Will asks softly and Mack nods with a sniffle, a tear slipping out unguarded. He just really hates not feeling good. He’s supposed to be a machine, it’s what he’s built through the years and he wishes his body would never betray him like this. But unfortunately nobody is spared from never getting sick.

A few minutes pass in silence as the adrenaline wears off from being sick, Mack’s breathing slows and he thinks he might fall asleep when Will’s hand moves off his stomach and the uneasy cramping comes back almost instantly. Mack whines and blindly reaches for his hand, but comes up empty and has to blink awake to see where Will has gone.

“Just gonna get rid of this,” he gestured to the door with the trash can he’s holding and Mack nodded once, “do you wanna go get in bed?” Will asks as he ties off the bag and slips on his slides to take it outside.

“Yeah,” Mack’s answer is short and when Will slips out the door to throw away the bag, Mack doesn’t move. His stomach is still aching in that hollow way, muscles tight from puking, and he’s frustratingly still nauseous. He’s gonna have to wait for Will to even attempt to move, scared he’ll start throwing up again if he tries to get up.

His eyes startle open when he hears the door open again, “didn’t even try to get to bed hm?” Will teases slightly and Mack blows out breath, one forearm going to cover his eyes, other hand hesitantly palming over his tender stomach as his lips curl into a grimace.

Will sees it all and realizes Mack is definitely still not feeling good, like at all and doesn’t tease him further. He goes back over, bending down slightly to rub his hands up and down Mack’s thighs comfortingly, “you gonna be sick if I help you up? We can wait if you need to.” Will asks in a tone so sweet Mack could cry.

Mack shook his head, arm falling from his eyes and started to sit up slowly, testing to see how his stomach would react. Will followed his movements, hands hovering, ready to grab him. With deep breaths he was able to stand up, though his legs felt weak and shaky, but Will wrapped an arm around him and they made it to the bedroom and to the edge of the bed before he could start puking again— so it was a win.

When he felt Will ushering him onto the bed, he went willingly, though his head swam again with vertigo when he was seated. He hung his head loosely between his shoulders, feeling his heart beating way too fast to be normal and tried to take even breaths in through his nose.

Will, thinking ahead, made sure Mack was seated before grabbing the trashcan from the corner of the room and bringing the small receptacle over and sat it down gently on the nightstand. He brought a hand to the back of Mack’s neck again, using his other hand to push hair away from his forehead to palm at his forehead again.

“Feeling pukey again?” Will asked quietly but didn’t get a response aside from loud breathing and a tiny nod. He made a small noise and sat beside Mack, pulling him into his side slowly, letting Mack’s head fall to his shoulder.

“F-feels l-like— like I’m sp-pinning.” Mack finally whimpered out around tears that started falling because he simply couldn’t hold them back anymore. He didn’t care if he was acting like a baby, he felt so bad and his head hurt and it was making him so sick.

“Baby,” Will whispered with sadness as he pulled him closer, rubbing his back softly up and down, “what can I do?” Will asked.

“Rub my b-belly again, I— it helped.” Mack whined out and was already reaching to try and grab at Will’s free hand.

Will placed his hand against Mack’s shirt that covered his middle instantly. He’d do anything to help. Mack let out a content sigh when Will’s hand slipped beneath his shirt, and Will smiled softly continuing the soft passes of his hand over his belly.

Will realized the heat quickly and without a word started to undress both him and Mack, pausing his belly rub only briefly with each piece of clothing gone. Mack was definitely starting to burn up, fever hot skin beneath Will’s fingertips, which was likely the reason his boy was feeling so off kilter.

“I have to grab meds, Mackie. I’ll get a cold towel too, okay?” Will had basically manhandled Mack’s larger frame until he was laying back against the headboard. He didn’t wait for Mack’s complaints about him leaving— he needed to get him cooled down if he wanted to feel better.

When Will came back in record time, he slipped the cold towel over his forehead, beads of water dripping down Mack’s face, he shivered against the cold but it was instant relief. He felt considerably better with the cold rag over his head and eyes.

“Here, baby,” Will offered two Tylenol pills, holding them to Mack’s lips before slipping them in, already having a bottle of water ready to wash them down.

When Will finally climbed into the bed beside Mack, Mack curled up to him right away, head finding the spot against his neck, his forehead pressing the cold towel up against Will, making him shiver as well.

“You’re lucky I love you.” Will giggled and let Mack squeeze him closer. Mack dragged Will’s hand down between them to his belly again, and Will started rubbing his tummy again without word— whatever to make his boy feel better.

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A full length fic?! With the prompt I sent in?!? You are too kind🥰 i hope to read more from you soon!

The lucky winner of a full length fic!! 🎉🥳

I’m going to continue writing through the rest of my requests this week! ❤️

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“I think I’m dying” with the sickee being dramatic and the caretaker going “you’re not dying you’re just nauseous”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85411011

Wrote a whole fic to this 🤭

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Macklin Celebrini/Will Smith (b. 2005) Characters: Will Smith (Hockey RPF b. 2005), Macklin Celebrini, Colleen Smith (Hockey RPF) Additional Tags: Sickfic, Sick Macklin Celebrini, caretaker Will Smith, Vomiting, Fever, Will Smith (b. 2005) Loves Macklin Celebrini, Macklin Celebrini Loves Will Smith (b. 2005), Macklin Celebrini Needs a Hug, I suck at tags I’m srry Summary:

Mack gets sick while spending time in Boston with Will and the Smith family.

“Stomach’s hurting.” Mack groans out and throws both his arms in a weak crossed position over his middle, as he hugs himself. He has no other reason for sitting up other than that somehow trying to sleep while sitting up has been the only position that hasn’t immediately made him feel like he was about to vomit. Something about laying down flat when he doesn’t feel good always has made him feel nauseous.

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Pleeeeasse turn some of these mini fics into full length— they’re all so good!!!

Eeeek thank you!!

That’s the idea, and hopefully I can do it 🤞

I’m so glad everyone is enjoying! :) im having a great time writing for everyone!

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“This is so embarrassing”-embarrassed Mack caring will

Okay this one reallllyyyy got away from me 😅🤣 idk what happened, I just kept writing & then I almost forgot to add the quote so it’s near the end lol 😂

Buuuttttt enjoy ☺️

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The sun was just beginning to come up over San Jose when Will felt movement on the bed beside him. He squinted at the sliver of sun peaking through the curtains as he let out a groan, turning over to snuggle up into Mack’s back who had just turned away from him.

Will went to throw an arm around his boyfriend, trying to leech onto the last bit of sleep, hoping he would fall back asleep easily. It was way too early to even be thinking about getting up, especially when they only had an optional skate— which Mack had said the night before that he might be down to skip.

As his arm looped around Mack’s middle he immediately felt Mack whining and wiggling to try and get out of his hold, earning another groan out of Will as he tried to pull Mack again to his chest.

Mack, feeling Will try to tug him back into a cuddle with an arm around his stomach, whined again as he gripped at Will’s arm, pulling it away from his stomach.

His stomach fucking hurt. Not in a morning hungry way either— no, he’d been half asleep all night, body on edge from a persistent ache in his gut that just wouldn’t go away no matter what position he laid in. He’d crawled out of bed sometime in the middle of the night to try and go to the bathroom and when that didn’t ease anything, he’d dug through the cabinets finding a bottle of pepto bismol which he downed a shot of, praying it worked.

It didn’t do a single thing except make his mouth taste nasty, a chalky bubblegum flavor sticking to his tongue that made him feel like puking. He’d crawled back into bed with Will after, shivering as he curled up into Will’s side, as if nothing was wrong as he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

In and out of sleep in a haze of aches and nausea, Mack finally pulled away from Will when the sun began peaking through the window to roll away as his stomach lurched and he had to clutch the sheets as he tried to breathe through the wave of nausea.

Then Will was turning and wrapping an arm around his rolling stomach and Mack had to clench his teeth to not puke right then and there. He wanted to yell at Will, but before he could, he remembered that Will was oblivious to all Mack was feeling. He hadn’t woken him to complain or get comfort, knowing Will had been tired the day before, complaining of a headache himself during the duration of their game that night.

“M’gonna throw up— stop.” Mack groaned out as he pushed Will’s persistent hands away from his stomach, breaths shaky as he started to try and sit up. If he was actually going to be sick, he’s sure Will would prefer it not be all over his bed.

“What?” Will asked in a confused sleepy tone at hearing those words leave Mack’s mouth. The bits of sleep he was clinging to going out the window as he opened his eyes to see his boyfriend starting to sit up.

Mack didn’t reply, squeezing his eyes shut as he stayed seated on the edge of the bed, feeling his head spin with vertigo at the change in position.

“Ohhh fuck…” Mack whined out as he leaned back down toward his pillow, his body now folded in a weird hunched position as he fisted the pillow in his hands, forehead pressing into his forearm. His stomach turned again, feeling the mattress shift as Will moved.

“Baby— hey what’s wrong?” Will had moved closer to Mack, sitting on the bed next to his hunched over form, a hand reaching out to rub up and down his back. Mack’s shirt was damp with sweat, he could feel heat through the thin material.

Mack just let out another whine as his body shook with fever or nausea or both— definitely both. His teeth started chattering involuntarily, mouth flooding with saliva as he felt heat creep up his neck with the dreaded feeling that only came right before he started throwing up.

He knew he should get up, rush to the bathroom, but he couldn’t get his body to listen, vertigo crashing over him in waves even while he sat, head still tucked down against his arm.

“I-I need a bag or s-something… ” Mack’s voice was shaking, hoping Will got the memo quickly even though Mack had given him little to go on. He felt Will instantly sliding out from the bed in the next moment, trying desperately to hold back a heave as his mouth filled with saliva that he knew he’d gag on if he swallowed.

He started to sit up again slowly, hand covering his eyes as he heard Will run into something with a thud, sleep and soreness still present in his body, “shit, fuck—” he heard Will curse but Mack couldn’t even feel bad, as his stomach spasmed and he felt a rush of sickness surge up his throat.

“Will—” he gasped as his shoulders rolled with a gag, pressing his mouth closed as his cheeks filled with vomit that he absolutely was not going to let spill onto the floor next to the bed like a child.

The heat of bile was just too much and he retched again, turning his head off the edge of the bed, closing his eyes and accepting his fate that he would be ruining the rug, but when he finally let his jaw slack as the next rush of sick added to his puffed cheeks, coming out with a horrible sound, he heard it spill into plastic.

Mack opened his eyes briefly, Will was holding a bag open in just the right spot as Mack’s back heaved with another round joining the mess already there.

It made a splashing noise against the edges of the bag that made him grimace and Mack had to close his eyes again when the retching that tore up his throat made his eyes start watering. Will stayed squatted beside the bed, valiantly holding the bag like his life depended on it, watching his sick boy with wide eyes.

Not really how he expected to wake up on a day that was normally spent relaxing and having fun.

His stomach emptied itself in just a couple rounds thankfully, or rather his body gave him reprieve from trying to turn itself inside out. He stayed bent off the edge of the bed though, spitting out remnants of sickness and saliva that clung to his tongue. His breathing evened out slowly, as he tried to remember all the grounding breathing techniques he knew.

“You alright, baby?” Will dared to ask, one hand still holding the bag while his other hand came up to rest against the back of Mack’s neck.

“This is so embarrassing, M’sorry.” Mack whispered but Will shook his head immediately, crouching down next to the bed, stroking the back of his head.

“It’s not, you’re sick, babe.” Will murmured and pressed a kiss to Mack’s forehead, who leaned into the feeling, closing his eyes as his head spun.

“Ruined the morning..” Mack groaned when he finally pulled away to fall back against the pillows, exhausted and wrung out from illness.

“Promise you’re fine, babe. Now let me get rid of this,” Will gestured with the bag with a slight grimace on his face, which just made Mack hide his face in his hand.

“Don’t remind me, I’ll puke again.” Mack mumbled out and Will just chuckled and went to handle the disposal and gather supplies for their sick day in bed.

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“I need a bathroom I feel sick”

“Use the bag if you need to babe”

“Not that kind of sick…”

Is such a good trope

Still getting to all the requests in my inbox! Working through them as quickly as I can :))

Enjoy the next one!

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“How close are we?” Mack mumbles from beside Will, who has a casual arm wrapped around Mack, while Mack nods off against his shoulder.

It was one of those games where their hotel was just far away enough that the bus ride to the arena for morning skate was a little annoying considering they would have to go back to the hotel after skate and then back to the arena for the game that night.

And to add fire, Mack was deathly sick. Okay, maybe not deathly, because he was here and going to skate and would absolutely be playing tonight, but for no other reason than his body hating him, he’d woken up that morning unable to stray too far from the closest bathroom.

It had been more annoying than anything at first— waking up and immediately having to shit your brains out was never pleasant, but something from dinner must’ve not agreed with his stomach. It would be fine.

It wasn’t fine.

Half an hour later, when they’d been down in a private room in the hotel for team breakfast, whatever was coiling his stomach had decided it needed to start coming out the other end. He’d gone almost green in the blink of an eye while sitting at a table with Toff, Mack, and Delly and spared everyone their appetite by thankfully making it out of the room and to the lobby bathroom to puke up whatever hadn’t come out earlier.

It was painful and sort of embarrassing but Will had followed him in not long after to rub his back and assure him he was good and he actually did feel a little better now that he had gotten it all up.

Or so he thought.

Now on the bus, the wind left the bus swaying in a nauseating way that Mack had to put extra care in evening his breathing to not throw up, but there was nothing he could do about the twist low in his gut that he should’ve known was a possibility.

“Like ten minutes I think, you good?” Will had replied and pulled at Mack’s shoulder to get him to sit up so that he could get a look at his boyfriend.

Mack looked sick. He felt terrible for the kid, really.

“I need a bathroom, I feel sick.” Mack groaned out and folded forward, wrapping his arms tight around his stomach in the process.

Will dug his backpack, thankful he’d had half a thought to bring it in case Mack felt sick on the drive over. Mack felt sick on the bus sometimes on a good day, so he’s sure whatever sickness or food poisoning that he’s got now is doing him no favors.

He held the bag in Mack’s direction, “use the bag if you need to.” Will offers and Mack turns his head out of his arms, looking up at Will with the most pitiful look.

“Not that kind of sick.” He whines out and readjusts to sitting up, forearms thrown over his eyes as he hits his head back against the headrest with another groan and whine as he tries to adjust to a position in his seat that is better for his stomach.

“Oh,” Will says back softly with concerned eyes, as he looks around the bus.

Well this might not be good.

[willsmithcelebrini]

“I’m fine I’m just car/air sick” “baby you have a fever” is one of my favorite interactions

I’ve gotten a few carsick requests so this trope must be a fan fav! &&&& I’m obsessed with this fic 🤭 this could turn into a full length fic ;)))

Enjoy!!

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When they’d gotten in the car before the sun was even up yet to head to the Celebrini family house an hour out of San Jose, Will had a feeling something was… off.

Mack had basically fallen asleep against the cool window before they’d even gotten out of the Marleau’s neighborhood and when Will had pulled into the gas station a couple minutes later, Mack stirred and blinked his eyes open, confused as to why they were already stopping. He looked over to Will, who was already looking at him.

“Need gas,” he seemed to read Mack’s mind before he could even ask, “do you want anything, a drink or snack?” Will asked as he started to open his door, wallet in hand. Mack just shook his head no and wrapped his arms around himself and slumped in his seat, eyes closing again.

Will grabbed him his favorite color Gatorade anyways, not wanting to share his own drink if Mack ended up thirsty later.

Mack didn’t open his eyes again, and when they were halfway into the hour drive, Will finally caught movement from his passenger, who slumped toward him, Mack wrapping his hands around Will’s free arm that rested against the center console, pressing his forehead into his shoulder.

“Well good morning sunshine, I was getting a little lonely singing to Katy Perry by myself.” Will chirped easily at the sleepy boy who just let out a little whine into the sleeve of Will’s hoodie, wrapping his hand tighter into his forearm, trying to get impossibly closer.

“Your driving is making me sick.” Was the only reply that Will got from the younger boy and he took Mack’s comment as a joke, as he laughed.

“You’re so dramatic. If it was so bad you wouldn’t make me drive everywhere hm?” Will chuckled but Mack didn’t laugh back and the vague feeling that something was off earlier popped back into his mind.

“M’not, I’ve been trying not to puke for 10 minutes.” Mack’s voice was muffled into Will’s arm and came out small, and Will furrowed his brows in concern as he glanced down at Mack, who was still pressed up to his free arm.

“Wanna stop and get some air?” Will asked because if Mack was actually going to puke, he really didn’t want it to be in the Bronco, he’d just gotten it cleaned, and they still had about a half hour of the drive left, which he did not want to spend smelling Mack’s sick if it happened.

He thought Mack might say no, but when he felt a small nod against his arm, Will was already looking ahead to see if there was a rest stop coming up anytime soon along the highway. Luckily there was, and he took the exit quickly.

Parking in a spot far enough away from any other cars or trucks that had stopped because they definitely did not want to be recognized right now, and you never know while in San Jose who might be around that could pick the young Sharks out of a crowd.

As soon as the doors clicked to unlock, Mack sat up and pushed his door open, before resting his arms on the dash board and laying his head against them, in an uncomfortable hunched over position.

“You okay, baby?” Will leaned over enough to rub his hand gently across Mack’s broad back and the sweet voice had Mack turning his head in his arms so he could look over at Will with weary eyes. He was definitely a little pale, Will thought mindlessly.

“I’m fine, I’m just carsick.” Mack took a slow deep breath, letting the cool morning air flow into the car through his open window. It felt good against his skin, the sweat on the back of his neck, cooling with the breeze.

With another furrow of his brow, Will leaned over further to push Mack’s hair off his forehead, pressing his palm there instead. A fever— this was definitely not car sickness. Hell, Mack had literally never gotten carsick ever.

“Baby, you have a fever.” Will argued back against Mack’s admission that he was carsick, pressing the back of his fingers to Mack’s cheeks and the side of his neck too for good measure.

Yeah, he was definitely way too warm.

“I don’t,” Mack tried to argue but his voice died out in a whine when his stomach flipped and he shut his mouth instantly, going back to deep breaths.

Will and him sat quietly for a little longer, Mack breathing slowly and Will keeping a hand running up and down his back in a soothing manner.

“You think we can keep going? Your dad will wonder where we are…” Will trailed off. He wondered briefly if they should just turn around, but they were already halfway and they had a long weekend planned with Mack’s siblings coming into town. Hopefully whatever Mack had picked up, wouldn’t last the whole weekend.

Mack groaned and pushed off the dash and slumped back in his seat, pulling the door shut with him on the way. He was grumpy— of course he’d gotten sick on one of not many 3 days off, just his damn luck.

[willsmithcelebrini]

“Do we have any pepto/tums?” For Will could be fun!

Loooooove this one, thank you for requesting it!! 🤭🤭

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After an exhausting game that had ended in a loss at home to The Kings, which left everyone in a sour mood, Mack frustrated more than anyone. Will knew what to do on nights like these; a comforting food that wasn’t a diet regimented meal and movies. Anything that had nothing to do with hockey of course.

So that’s how they had ended up laid out on Will’s couch, pizza box on the coffee table in front of them, shoulders and thighs touching as they slowly ended up closer together on the couch as one of Mack’s favorite movies played on the screen. It was dark and the AC was kicked on because of course Mack had turned it down way too low so they were curled up under a blanket together.

Sometime during the middle of the movie, Will’s head had migrated to Mack’s shoulder as sleep pulled him under, but Mack stayed awake, unable to relax fully enough to sleep yet with the adrenaline of another loss. It wasn’t the good adrenaline either, so it really wasn’t a nice feeling, but having Will pressed close to him was helping.

Mack went to adjust to try and lay down a bit more, bringing Will with him so that he wouldn’t have a sore neck later, when Will let out a small whimper. Mack stilled, keeping a hand tangled through Will’s curls as he tried to soothe him back to sleep against his chest.

It was quiet for just a minute before Will quietly spoke, “do we have any tums here?” Was asked followed by him clearing his throat and coughing softly.

“I can look, your tummy upset?” Mack asked as he slid out from under Will, making sure not to jostle him too much in his sleepy state. He stopped once he stood up, leaning down to smooth back the hair that curled around his forehead, Will leaning into his comforting hand.

“A little, think the pizza is just giving me heartburn.” Will cleared his throat again, feeling the acidic burn at the back of his throat, his hand tucking under himself to rub at his chest with a sour look on his face.

Mack let out a knowing hum, familiar with Will feeling like this, and even he sometimes got a similar feeling when eating pizza especially right before going to sleep. He walked to the bathroom, digging in the cabinets but ended up finding the bottle of tums in Will’s nightstand drawer. He’d probably left them there last time he’d had the same feeling.

Will was sitting up by the time Mack came back to the couch, and stifled a burp into his fist that sounded a little too much like he might throw up, making Mack stop in front of him, ready to dodge out of the way if necessary.

“You good?” Mack asked slowly, still weary when Will swallowed harshly, eyes squeezed shut before dropping his fist from his mouth. He nodded and opened his eyes to look at Mack, who stood with his hand open, two small tums in his palm.

Will reached out for them weakly with a small “thank you,” whispered before Mack took the spot back next to him, tucking Will safe in his arms, making sure to keep him sat up so the feeling hopefully would get better soon.