#willmack drabble

my canadian boyfriend au where gabe and leno constantly tease will for being the only one who’s always single and never really seems interested in a relationship.

then over the summer will goes on vacation with his family and comes back to college with a boyfriend.

obviously gabe and leno want to meet him.

will’s like “well he’s canadian so you wouldn’t know him.”

so they ask for a picture.

will explains that his boyfriend doesn’t really like having his picture taken, so he doesn’t have that many and then shows them this blurry ass picture of some guy clearly trying to dodge the camera who could genuinely be anyone.

like he could have got that shit off pinterest.

they’re like “okay bud”

then they ask what his name is.

“macklin celebrini”

and gabe and leno kinda side eye each other.

because what kind of name is macklin celebrini? that’s not even a real name, he couldn’t have thought of something more realistic?

months pass and will is still talking about this fake canadian boyfriend like he’s a real person, he’s constantly talking about what macklin is doing, texting him, turning people down because he has a ‘boyfriend’

eventually they start getting genuinely worried about him and agree this is their fault, they spent so long teasing will about being single that he’s had to invent a fake boyfriend and now he’s gone crazy and thinks this guy is real.

so they use their spare key to get into will’s apartment and start putting up an intervention banner that says WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT MACKLIN.

they’re trying to be quiet enough to set it up while will’s asleep, but then they start arguing over the positioning of the banner and hear rustling coming from will’s bedroom.

and somebody comes out.

but it’s not will?

it’s a guy around their age, auburny brown hair, green eyes, looking completely rumpled and tired, he looks at them and goes “who are you?”

leno blurts out “who the fuck are you?”

the guy just looks between them “macklin?”

gabe and leno just stare at him.

gabe goes, “you’re real?”

macklin looks at them, completely unimpressed “evidently?”

And it's mostly true for will. he doesn't have the sickly-sweet scent of an omega, whose scent wafts into the room before they do. not the scent of an alpha, whose scent fills up a room once they're in it. in the enclosed space of a locker room, it's too much all at once. omega and alpha hockey players choke up a room with their sweating and literal and metaphorical dick-measuring contests. everyone wears scent patches for this exact reason, cycling them out whenever they need to, and sticking them over their necks, wrists, and thighs.

will, on the other hand, has never had to deal with that. his nose wasn't biologically built to pick up on those scents like the rest. still, he makes sure to carry scent patches on him in case any of his teammates need them, even if they tease him about. depending on the player, they say it's his omega instincts lurking inside. others say it's his alpha instincts. it's easier to laugh along with the joke. laugh along with the fact that he can't ever have beta instincts, to some people. he's grateful that he doesn't have to deal with the patches, nor be triggered by a scent/incapacitated by a heat or rut. he knows that his scent is null to the noses of alphas and omegas. there's hardly an ear to complain to about that.

he's caught between the two instincts: should he create a lopsided nest or shield and protect a distressed omega with his "soft" demeanor?

So that's how will gets along with everyone so well. it's no secret that both omegas and alphas tend to flock to what they view as the "neutral party." A neutral scent that won't overwhelm them. an opinion that isn't swayed by alpha vs. omega traditional bullshit. the sharks cherish their beta most of all, and they want him around for everything. they like that he plans things, is readily available, and is a nurturer + protector with a kind heart. the alphas on the team like to scruff him whenever they roughhouse, slowly but surely growing more and more endeared by the beta who curls his shoulders in towards his ears and goes limp in their hold. Yet, he's the same beta that takes charge of the room when necessary. in a small group of people, will's the one they look to. and no one dares or cares to scent a beta because it's just not done. would it even show up? would the beta respond to that kind of treatment like an alpha/omega would? why sniff or lick a beta when there's an omega/alpha with a more potent scent built for that kind of treatment? betas are perfect for each other, no?

Well, no one dares or cares to until macklin celebrini can't keep his hands or face to himself. a baby alpha, some would label him. Freshly presented a few years prior, and while mack's gotten his fair share of attention from both secondary genders, no one has quite had the allure will does. pressure is a word mack is familiar with. inside and outside of the rink, there's pressure on him to perform and be an alpha who sweeps an omega up and off their feet in the future.

the thing is, ever since he was young, even before presenting, he's had a sensitive nose. the rink was a sort of release from going to school and being outside, forced to mingle with alphas' and omegas' scents. even his own household proved a challenge. but at the rink, the players have to wear scent patches, and the most he could smell was a faint, lingering scent of an omega if they checked him against the boards. Other than that, it was artificial ice and his own syrupy, smoky maple scent.

Back in the day, before he could control himself, the brigade of scents would send him into near fits. he'd sometimes bury his face into his pillow, clawing and raging at the instincts inside him. he avoided school dances, get-togethers, parties, hangouts, just anything that would make his nose and eyes water from the sheer intensity of the citrus, or cocoa, or lavender, or white thyme, or mirabell plum, or that rare woody, earthy scent that would flip between pine or campfires depending on an omegas mood.

At first, when will entered their hotel during the sharks' dev camp, he panicked. Looking back, will must've assumed he was quiet and shy by nature. While he's not totally wrong, will had no idea mack was fretting over accidentally breathing in too deeply. Worried about having to sleep in the same room as an omega/alpha. he should've expected that he would be unable to help himself from breathing in when passing the steaming, damp will smith to take his turn in the shower. but when he finally caught a whiff of will after he came out of the bathroom, mack stopped in his tracks. literally. will didn't notice. instead, he wandered over to the phone to call room service, taking the liberty of ordering for them both even after only knowing each other for a handful of hours.

will turned to him, and asked, "do you want the steak medium or rare? somewhere in between?" to the phone: "is that possible? yeah, okay." will looked to him, giving him a thumbs-up to make sure that was okay. mack wasn't listening, he didn't give a single flying fuck about any steak.

"yeah. whatever you're having. I can take your towel if you're done with it," mack said in a rush, holding out his hand. "Hang it over the rack, y'know?" will smiles appreciatively, so unaware, and handed over the towel with a small, innocent "thanks."

The minute mack was behind that closed and locked door, he buried his nose into the towel, rubbing his face and neck and chest all over it. His eyes rolled when he inhaled, breathing in the scent of almost nothing. But it was there. he could fucking smell it. it was will's shampoo. close enough to coffee, not the bitter kind right from the pot, more milky, like when it's in ice cream. he could smell laundry detergent and softener, the kind that rubs off on your skin. there was a faint smell of mint that exposed to mack that will had dried his mouth off with it, and he was chewing gum in the shower. It was glorious. it didn't give him a headache to smell will, only made him feel guilty that, from then on, he would spend an hour in the shower. Thirty minutes sniffing will's towels, the other half actually showering.

Dumbly, mack thinks he can get by on huffing towels alone. whenever he can, he's sitting arm-and-arm with will. when they grow closer as best friends—going out to dinner, meeting each other's family members, training together, going for drives, doing everything and going everywhere they can with one another—mack's instincts give in, but finally in a way that doesn't leave him riddled with bullet holes of shame. whenever he wants will near him, to smell him, or because the beta shouldn't be too far from him in the first place, mack calls him over. A wave of his hand or a nod of his head, and will's stepping over teammates to sit by him on the bench. mack's pleased to find that the beta's the same way. it's new and good and so very addicting when will skates just behind his arm, talking through plays or cracking a joke.

At jumbos or patty's houses, mack indulges a bit more. usually it's an arm around will's shoulder or his waist on the couch, something he would only ever do away from cameras or friends. they would witness clear as day how badly mack wanted the beta to realize what he's doing. he doesn't need any teammates poking fun at it and scaring will away. will's oblivious and happy to give and receive the affection. and mack is doing soooo fucking good at playing the long game until he lets himself indulge too much. they're when it happens. Shoving and getting each other in headlocks that bring their bodies wayyyy to close together. And, because mack just can't fucking help himself, it seems, he drags his lips over will's itty bitty scent gland when he gets will locked in his arms.

Immediately, he shoves will away, pacing backward, neck and cheeks aflame. His heart is beating in all the wrong ways. will was supposed to be the person he could control those pesky, disgusting instincts around. mack can't even do that around a beta, of all genders? one with a calming, soft, barely-there scent? What is he going to do? Die alone? mack can't imagine how scared will is of him now. Probably thinks he's an alpha that doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself, just like the overwhelming majority. then, suddenly, his internal panic is cut off when will gently clasps one of mack's hands in his own, the other going to the back of mack's head, guiding him forward. with halting steps and wide eyes, mack goes and gets tucked right back into the beta's neck where he previously was.

With permission to continue, mack lets out a whiny growl and starts rubbing all over will's neck. Left side, right side, right in the middle over will's adams apple; it doesn't matter, mack is there. His tongue comes out to swipe over and lap up the muted scent, subconsciously leaning and pushing will back with too much brute force. only when will slides both hands into mack's hair, tugging and whispering near his ear to calm down and be gentle with me, does he stop, his alpha instincts (for once) happy to react to a command, not because of one. just like that, will get a handle on his flaring, energetic instincts. Like magic spoken into his ears, they curl up on the couch, and mack takes it slow. will holds him up top, mack holds him down below, and they fit together like a puzzle piece. It's a soft, non-sexual claiming and scenting, even if will has no idea that's what's happening. He saw an alpha in distress, and he stepped in to help.

This is what mack needed, and here's a wonderful beta offering to balance him out, both on the ice and with his alpha instincts.

So as this continues, soft and sweet, will has no choice but to stop the alpha when he migrates lower to the scent glands on his inner thighs. what shocks him even more is that, while mack's was going down, he could feel the distinct shape of the alpha's dick scraping down his hip and thigh. what the fuck? mack stops, of course, but he's confused and kissing over the exposed expanse of will's stomach, brows furrowed. will's not dumb, but he's been completely deprived of this kind of attention, so it only just now hit him what mack's attempting to do. What the alpha inside of him is attempting to do.

"you can't," will says, bluntly, and that familiar self-conscious anxiety that comes with being a beta rises up in his throat.

"what? why? I can't scent you down here?" mack punctuates his words by rubbing his thumb over the glands on will's thick, mouth-watering thighs. They're so small and so untouched. will's not even sure how the alpha can see them or be intrigued by that. mack slithers back up will's body, pressing their crotches together, smirking as he does so.

will ducks away from everything. the kiss mack tries to lay on his neck. the dick pressed against his own. "mack, i'm a beta. you want an omega. your scent won't stay on me. i can't produce slick. i don't even have a fucking scent to begin with. so, stop. I can't give you what you want."

mack's appalled. had he not made his moves obvious enough? he's not good with verbal reassurance, but wasn't it pretty damn clear that will's scent was more than enough? mack was all over him day in, day out.

"what? you smell so good. better than any fucking omega. what are you talking about?"

will shakes his head. no, it's never been like that, and it never will be like that. will would only set himself up for disappointment if he entertained mack's delusions.

"I was letting you false-scent to help you," will says. "leave it at that. you don't have to pity the beta by lying to him."

mack's not good with words, so he rolls his eyes. mack's not good with words, but he can try for his beloved, beautiful beta. "let me try. if you're right, I'll back off. but let me at least try."

will's nostrils flare. "you can't make me into an omega no matter how hard you wanna try. I'm a beta, and that's better than okay."

"I want you as a beta," mack says earnestly, inching forward until he's basically talking directly over will's lips. mack's so entranced by this fucking guy. he will not fuck with up. as he continues, he can feel will softening beneath him. clearly, no one has ever talked to will like this. "I want your scent as it is. all i'm saying is that your glands don't get enough attention. they're so small. let your alpha take care of it, please?"

"my alpha?" will echoes after a beat, lips twisting in amusement, and mack smiles back, relieved. mack can't fucking think when will's shy like this, so he just bites his lip and nods, staring at will's pretty pink lips and tan, inviting scent gland. "you're such a knothead."

"Uh-huh." mack's not listening, only inching closer. he looks up at will, whispering, "i'll behave. please, smit. please. you smell so fucking good."

will can do nothing but let mack devour him. after two weeks with nearly nonstop constant scenting, will's scent glands are blown wide open. after the sheer amount of friction, tongue, grazing of teeth, and short-lived sucks (no marks allowed), will's scent glands are rubbed raw. So raw that he has to bust out his stack of cooling scent patches and gingerly stick them on. mack, leaning forward in his stall, watches him do it hungrily, the promise of peeling those right back off dancing in his mischievous eyes.

And it's still true, will's scent doesn't blossom like a delicate flower or some bullshit. Instead, it starts to accept parts of the alpha's scent. every hour, will gets a new chirp from his teammates. three days after mack started scenting him for hours while they watched a movie, toff was the first to sniff it out. he says something like, mack also smells like lemongrass and wax...?

Slowly, the whole locker room's instincts get confused by the fact that they could smell two macklin celebrinis despite there being only one. the investigation didn't take long, and now they were all privy to this intimate thing will and mack were doing. after a while, will tried to be embarrassed by it, but it was hard to be when he would privately peel off the scent patches and prod at his own scent glands. back then, he could scratch the skin there with no problem. now, even ghosting his fingertips over them leaves him aching for mack, his alpha.

When mack finally can't take it anymore and begs to knot the omega, it's a week-long standoff this time around. eventually, he gets will to understand that he deserves will just as much as will deserves him. that he wants to knot him, and he means that. it's not a trial-and-error sort of situation alphas are known for; mack wants this beta, and he's certain the beta is going to fall apart on his knot as much as the next omega. mack wants to be the first and only alpha to knot him. it makes him fucking dizzy thinking about it.

so mack lets will build his shitty, yet endearing nest. he props will up on his stomach with far too many pillows than is necessary. there, he eats will out for an hour, suffering through the taste of lube obscuring will's natural scent. buried between his asscheek, mack moans and croons each time he curls his tongue inside will's hole. will buries his face into the pillow beneath him at the sounds coming from behind him. at first, will thought mack was playing it up, pretending that he tasted "so fucking good and sweet, just like an angel, smitty. fuck" because he was being sweet. then mack refused to ease up after giving the beta two mind-blowing, untouched orgasms. he only used will's own cum to slick his hole up even more, bearing down on will's hole with much more vigor when he first got a taste.

When mack finally fucks him, all will can do is curl his arms around the two pillows he's been hanging onto for dear llfe, and take it. the slide home is smooth and easy even with no natural slick, because mack had opened him up so good. mack's strong, huge forearms and hands plant themselves next to will, he rears back and starts to pound into will with no preamble. only once he's started does he ask, "okay?" too fucking late. will's eyes are rolled back so far in his head he's seeing stars, and his mouth is opening more and more with each thrust jostling him against the pillows, drool soaking mack's pillow. mack stares at the pretty blond in awe: the muscles on will's back, the recoil of his asscheeks each time he thrusts inside, the dimples right above that, and his cute little teeth poking out. it spurs mack on to fuck into will harder, going against the rules by leaving marks on will's thighs when mack urges them wider apart so he can hit inside of will deeper and deeper.

After a blissful while, mack's huge knot starts to inflate, and he buries his face into the side of will's neck, his alpha inside searching for that hypnotic scent. will, with half a mind and a broken whimper, cups the back of mack's neck, holding him steady. will encourages mack with each clap of mack's hips against his ass. Thing like, Yes, alpha. give me your knot. don't wanna knot your beta, baby? be good for me. you've been so good. i'll be good for you, too. I'll open right up. c'mon. c'mon. it's slurred and hardly intelligible, but mack curls his hands into the sheets and does just that. once his knot pops past will's tight rim, they're sealed and orgasming so hard they can't fucking hear.

Except when he's in big old wolf form, he also gets big old wolf brain, and unfortunately he doesn't have the ability to censor or stop himself from just rocking up at Will's door every full moon.

On the first full moon when he's back in San Jose, he just bounds his way over to Will's place, and smashes through a window in order to get inside.

Will of course, is scared absolutely shitless. Here he was, lying in bed. Sleeping peacefully, distantly wondering why Mack had been in such a strange rush to leave earlier, when a giant fuck off wolf breaks in through his window.

Mack however is just sitting there, panting because he's a little tired after bolting across town to get to Will's. Wagging his tail because it's Will! It's Will! It's his best friend!

However it's too dark for Will to see the puppy like wagging tail, and he painfully misinterprets the panting as the wolf drooling over the sight of it's next meal. Meaning of course, Will panics.

He makes a break for his bathroom. Only just managing to shut the door behind him. Ends up having to wrap his shirt around his hand to break out of his bathroom window, so he can climb out and run out to his car.

He of course, tries calling Macklin. And he only gives up after maybe eight or so missed calls. Leading him to instead divert and start driving to Toff's house instead.

On the way, the fucking wolf starts following him. Somehow keeping up with him going over 50 mph in suburban streets, but he books it once Will's bronco reaches the highway.

When Will rocks up at Tyler's house, Cat at Toff are trying very hard to be understanding even though they do not fucking believe him even a little bit. Which of course drives Will nuts.

Meaning the next day he doesn't tell Mack, who has absolutely zero memory of what he'd done as a wolf - which is pretty normal according to Connor, so Mack's just got to hope he hadn't done anything too strange.

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.

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.”

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.

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.