#Boston University

[agentfascinateur]

From Gaza to the Student Protest Movement, with love:

Thank you 💜

[fiapartridge]

hii 💌 with macklin celebrini and his celebrity crush! reader ?? teehee 🤭🤭

macklin celebrini x hughes!sister

summary: when a video on the bu hockey instagram blows up, you finally match the name to the most perfect face.

fia's notes: i love mack so much. he's my fave bu boy 💌 also! happy valentine's day! 💌⭐️🍓 OH! and i made this a hughes!sister because...i wanted to... enjoy!!! <3333

Who is your celebrity crush? the whiteboard read as the boys piled off the ice and down the hall towards the locker room. Monday questions were the guys’ favorite or least favorite day depending on which guy you were asking. 

Case bounded off the ice, catching the question in the corner of his eye. “Mm, Margot Robbie. One hundred percent,” he pointed at the camera, winking. 

Lane Hutson was next as he stumbled down the hall, smiling once he saw the board. He hummed, standing in front of the question as he thought deeply about his answer. “Can I have multiple answers? Yes? Okay, um, I like Meghan Fox sometimes, Alex Morgan is pretty cool, Livvy Dunne definitely, Taylor Swift is a favorite, maybe Ariana Grande but she’s been iffy lately—”

Pushing him off camera, Doug laughed as he read the board. “Jesus, Lane. How many crushes do you have?”

“Hey! There’s a lot of beautiful women out there,” he smiled at the camera as Doug made a gagging noise in the background.

“Aiden!” Doug called for the boy as Aiden laid his stick on the wall and threw his hands to his hips. 

“Huh?” he replied.

“Celebrity crush, go.”

Aiden chuckled before shaking his head and pointing to Macklin who was trailing behind him, oblivious to the question. “Why don't we ask Mack over here,” he beamed, grabbing his brother’s shoulders and throwing him in front of the camera. “Macky definitely has someone in mind, don’t you Mack?”

Macklin would have punched his brother square in the face if he hadn’t been standing directly in front of the camera. A light tinge of pink dusted the boy’s features as Aiden teased him for his sudden shyness.

“C’mon Mack, maybe she’ll see it!”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of,” Macklin laughed awkwardly as he raked his hand through his hair.

“Yeah, well, if you don’t say it, somebody else will.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he pointed as Aiden grinned at the camera.

“Macky’s in love with Y/N Hughes!” he shouted before Macklin shoved him off camera, the video cutting off as you gaped at your screen. 

The video was being sent to you by everyone you knew and every single person you didn’t know, too.  Your entire feed was flooded with the boy’s reddened cheeks and awkward smile. The first few times of watching it, you felt bad that the boy was getting blasted on social media for liking you, but after a couple more rounds of watching, you went down a Macklin Celebrini rabbit hole. Your search engine was consumed with his interviews and game highlights. You researched his stats, age, birthplace, which school he was currently attending, everything. 

And it didn’t hurt that he was hot and your age. I mean, you weren’t new to the hockey scene being that you grew up in a house full of stars: your dad was an assistant coach for the Boston Bruins, your mom played for the US National Team at the Women’s World Championship, your brother was the captain of the Canucks, and your remaining brothers were playing on the same team in the NHL, breaking records and setting new ones. Your entire life was hockey even though you had nothing to do with the sport in the slightest. No, you were more of a figure skater—an Olympic gold figure skater, to be exact. You were on the ice in a different, less violent way. But you still supported your family and all of their endeavors, and gratefully, they supported yours, too.

So Macklin wasn’t a total stranger. You had heard talks of the projected #1 first pick at the 2024 NHL draft, but you never cared enough to match the face to the name. It’s funny that this is how you found out—sitting on your living room couch surrounded by your protective older brothers who knew his stats like the back of their hand. And they all held a bit of resentment for him.

“He was on Team Canada,” Jack scoffed. “You should not be associating with him.”

“So was Mercer!” you retorted. “And he’s still one of your best friends!”

“He’s also my teammate, Y/N/N. I can’t really not like the guy.”

You rolled your eyes, turning to the oldest who sat on the other side of you. “Quinny?”

He shrugged. “He’s a good kid, good stats, from Vancouver so you already know he’s a Canucks fan,” he smirked. “Let it go, Jack.”

Jack turned towards Luke who sat on the coffee table directly in front of you as he held your laptop on his lap, rewatching the video. “Luke? Thoughts?”

Luke looked up, watching as the three of them stared right back at him. “He’s in college, so at least you know he’s getting an education.”

Jack chuckled. “You were in college and you still have the brain of a monkey.”

Luke stood up, throwing the laptop on the couch as you and Quinn gave each other knowing looks. “And if you went to college, you would know that monkeys are actually really smart!”

You rolled your eyes, huffing as they burned glares into each other’s souls. “Can you guys just shut up!” you shouted. “I’m going to DM him and then I am going to never ask for your guys’ opinions ever again,” you smiled, standing up from the couch and walking towards your bedroom.

“I still don’t like him!” Jack yelled from the living room.

You groaned, not even making a move to turn around and talk to him. You simply shouted from the stairs, “I don’t care!” 

You started a conversation with "Macklin Celebrini"!

You: Hii!

Macklin: You saw it, didn’t you?

You: What gave it away?

Macklin: The fact that you probably didn’t know I existed until that video came out.

You: Okayy, true. BUT I enjoyed it!

Macklin: Which part? The part where I was trying not to kill my brother, or the part that became a meme of my face getting so red everyone put tomatoes all over my Instagram comments?

You: Both? To be fair, I thought your blushing was cute.

Macklin: You’re kidding.

You: Not in the slightest. :) So, when are you in Michigan next? Heard there was this super fun lake house there in the summer.

Macklin: I can’t believe this is happening.

You: You would think you would be a bit more enthusiastic.

Macklin: Believe me, my face is crazier than in the video right now, and that’s saying something.

You: I believe it. And actually, that’s just all of my burner accounts commenting on your post.

Macklin: Knew something was suspicious.

You: Oh, definitely. Also…

Macklin: Bad news? I knew this was going too well.

You: No. Just thank your brother for me.

Macklin: For what?

You: For leading me to you.

Macklin: Oh, God, I’ve gone full-on tomato.

You: 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅!

Macklin: IT WAS YOU

[theglitterdome]

Vintage Love

Affectionate Couple At Boston University - 1972

Photo: Spencer Grant

[asunsetgrace16]

✧ 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦⎥ 𝗠𝗖71

Pairing: Macklin Celebrini x fem!reader

Warnings: one swear, little brothers being little brothers

Summary: Mack meets the parents.

Notes: Requested by luvzty

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For the first time, Macklin is joining Y/N’s family for dinner and meeting her family in person. Of course, they had talked over FaceTime, but it is a whole different ball game to meet the parents in person. His schedule with games and both of their class schedules, along with being on the opposite side of the continent, made it impossible for it to happen during the season. Now, with both school and hockey over, Y/N and Macklin flew home for the summer. They drove through Vancounver, out into the suburbs. The sun began its descent as they drove east. Y/N flipped the radio to a classic rock station, minimal conversation being made. As they neared her parent’s house, Mack blew out a breath, his knee bouncing nervously. His hand flexed on the wheel, a nervous tick. Y/N noticed, reaching over the console and resting her hand on his knee. Her thumb rubs soothingly over the fabric of his jeans. 

“Why are you so nervous, baby? They’ve always liked you.” Y/N asks softly, keeping her eyes trained on Macklin’s face. 

“I know, but what if it’s different now? Besides, I think it’s tradition to be nervous before meeting your girlfriend’s parents.” He says and looks over at her briefly. The joke makes them both smile a little. 

“I guess there’s that. But don’t worry, dad will talk your ear off the whole night if my brothers don’t get to you first.”

“A welcome distraction. I’m not sure who I’m scared of more, your dad or your brothers.”

“Preteens are remarkably harsh.”

“And brutally honest. RJ has more of an attitude than the three actual teenagers in our house combined.”

Y/N laughs, shaking her head and says, “It’s always the youngest ones.”

She has many times been a witness to the youngest Celebrini’s antics, hilarious, annoying, and exasperating in equal measure. She turns as much as her seat will allow, content to gaze adoringly at Macklin, a soft smile on her face all the while. Macklin moves to turn up the radio, and before long, they are singing along to Bon Jovi at the top of their lungs. The rest of the drive passes quickly, with each of them taking turns doing karaoke to whatever song plays next. As they pull into her parents’ driveway, Macklin is nervous again. He wipes his palms on hsi jeans, closing his eyes for a second. 

“It’ll be ok. Just be you.” Y/N says encouragingly, “C’mon, they’re probably waiting.”

They climb out of the car, and Mack immediately grasps Y/N’s hand, interlocking their fingers. They mounted the porch steps and just as Y/N reached for the handle, the door flew open to reveal her parents. A flurry of activity had Mack and Y/N in the house, passed between parents for hugs and ‘nice to meet you’ handshakes.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Mrs. Y/L/N. I just wish it could have happened sooner.” Macklin says, going to shake her mom’s hand. She goes for the hug instead. 

“Just Anna, Macklin, Mrs. Y/L/N is my mother in law. And technically we have already met.” Y/N’s mom says warmly, smiling at him.

Y/N’s dad is less warm, opting for a firm handshake that Mack returns no problem.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” 

“Brian. Not ‘sir’. It makes me feel old. I’ve heard a lot about you.” He tells Macklin. 

“Good things, I hope.”

“Oh yes, as Y/N called it, ‘a grade-A teenager level crush’ which tells me all I need to know.” Her dad winks, and Y/N covers her face with her hands and groans.

“Dad, don’t embarrass me.” She pleads.

“What, it’s my job to embarrass you. I get the feeling that Macklin here isn’t going to run for the hills when he hears an embarrassing story,” He and Macklin share a grin while Anna rolls her eyes and heads to the kitchen, “besides, who knows what stories your brothers will spin and share at dinner.”

Y/N just groans, following her mom out of the living room. The group settles in the kitchen while dinner finishes cooking.

“It smells amazing, Mom. What are you making?” Y/N asks.

“Beef stroganoff and broccoli salad.” Anna answers, sliding the salad bowl and dressing over to Y/N. 

A thunder on the stairs announces the arrival of Y/N’s younger brothers, 13 year old Chase and 10 year old Reese. Y/N introduces them to Macklin, both of them pulling a disgusted face at the words ‘boyfriend’ and ‘don’t embarrass me’. Chase pretends to puke. Before long, they whisked Macklin away to shoot pucks outside. Y/N’s dad laughs as she watches the three of them out the window, her mom smacks him with a towel. The boys are called inside to wash up. Dinner passes quickly, with the conversation of school life, the hockey season, and how Macklin and Y/N met, punctuated periodically by her brothers grilling Macklin about the NHL players he knows. 

Y/N and Macklin help clean up before heading on their way. Copious amounts of leftovers are sent with them. Her brothers give her a quick hug, Reese holding on for a second longer. Reese even awkwardly side-hugs Macklin, who simply smiles, while Chase goes for the grown-up handshake. They finish saying their good-byes, hard to do when Brian likes to talk as much as he does, and head back into the city. 

“I’d call that a success.” Y/N comments. It’s dark out now, but the stars can’t quite be seen. 

“I think so. I had a good time. Your dad really likes to talk.”

“I’m glad, and I told you he would. I lived in that house for seventeen years. Mom’s been pestering me since we got back that we need to come for dinner.”

Macklin hums in acknowledgement, “Your brothers are hilarious, by the way.” 

“Oh yeah? What did they tell you about me?”

“Oh nothing important.”

Y/N can hear the quiver in his voice. He’s trying not to laugh, the fucker. She tips her head back and sighs, eyes closed. Macklin rolls his lips together to fight off a smile, hand flexing on the steering wheel.

“You’re never going to tell me, are you?” 

“Nope.”

[jocelynscrazyideas]

MACKLIN?!

one of these are NOT like the other…

[inthedarktrees]

Boston University students sunbathing by the Charles River

Yale Joel, Life, May 5, 1950

[larsnicklas]

[231226 FIN VS. CAN] macklin celebrini watches a replay and calls goal; the officials confirm and team canada converges to celebrate their youngest member's first goal of the tournament

[toasttt11]

good luck

prompt- putting their chin of the other's shoulder.

She walked into her boyfriend’s hotel room seeing his younger siblings playing a game together on the couch and Aiden talking with family members, and his parents looking worried at the closed bathroom door.

Robyn and Rick shared a relieved look seeing their son’s girlfriend knowing if anyone could talk to him and make him feel better it is her.

“He’s inside.” Robyn told her, making her nod.

“I’ve got him.” She reassured Macklin’s parents making them nod believing her and they gave her one more thankful look before walking away to continue to get things ready for Macklin’s draft.

“Mackie?” She knocked on the door of the bathroom gently, “Can i come in?”

She heard the door unlock and opened the door closing it behind her knowing Macklin wants privacy from everyone right now.

She saw him standing in front of the sink looking at the mirror fiddling with his tie, she walked behind him resting her chin on his shoulder wrapping her arms around his waist, “Hey you.” She softly spoke her thumb gently rubbing at his hip.

“Hi.” Macklin softly spoke back to his girlfriend.

“What’s going on in that brain of yours?” She softly asked encouraging him to talk to her.

“What if,” Macklin licked his lips looking nervous and anxious, “What if i don’t live up to all the hype and i am a totally bust.” Macklin knows he is a good hockey player or he wouldn’t be about to be drafted the number one like but he was worried he wouldn’t be as good as everyone thinks he is and end up just a below average player.

“That will not happen Macklin Celebrini.” She firmly told him spinning him around and cupping his face, “You are an incredible hockey player and you’re gonna have good and bad games throughout your career but trust me you are never gonna be bust. You’re gonna do amazing things in the league.” She firmly but softly told him her thumb rubbing his cheek softly as she spoke to him.

Macklin slowly nodded swallowing softly believing her words a bit more than he would anyone else, “How did i get so lucky?” Macklin asked softly, He only very recently had the courage to ask out his long time best friend and he’s still getting use to how lucky he feels having her as his girlfriend.

“I happen to like you.” She teased back happy that she made him feel a bit better and saw him smile.

“That makes me very lucky.” Macklin softly teased back his hands resting on her lower back.

She fondly rolled her eyes while her cheeks turned a light pink, “Come on you have a draft to get too.” She dropped her arms from his neck and turned to walk away but Macklin grabbed her arm gently and spun her back around to him.

Macklin cupped her face pulling her into a soft but slow kiss before eventually pulling back, “For good luck.” Macklin softly said making her smile fondly at him.

[athleticperfection1]

Boston Soccer

[prettyboysinmyheart]

could u do how macklin celebrini is as a bf

no nsfw pls

Of course, I can! Lmk if you like it, lovey <3

- Macklin would be such a sweet, funny and loving boyfriend

- knows how to balance school and hockey very well so you guys spend a lot of time together

- his favorite thing to do with you is study, go for walks, bowling and ice skating

- love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

- “I love your smile”

- “I’m so proud of you, baby”

- “you look beautiful in that outfit”

- “you’re kind, smart and beautiful. Always remember that”

- loves forehead kisses

- is so supportive and understanding

- if you play a sport, he’ll show up to your games and even practice to cheer you on

- he created a secret handshake that you guys loved to do before games

- always tags along when you run errands

- doesn’t care where or how long it’ll take, he’ll be by your side, holding your hand while having the biggest smile on his face

- isn’t scared to hold your purse (always ask if he can hold it)

- late night adventures

- Macklin loves having you come to his games

- during warmups, he’ll around skate looking for you then practice his drills

- Mack will blow you a kiss before the game starts

- is the the little spoon when cuddling

- likes head scratches + back rubs

- can’t cook but tried his hardest

- he has easy recipes saved that he wants to try and cook for you

- in the end, his cooking skill are good and he’s very proud of it

- remembers everything about you

- loves giving you flowers

- smiles when someone mentions your name

- overall, he would be such a great partner

[bordysbae]

hii could you do prompt “you’re the only one who can calm him down” + trevor zegras? 💞

“just a chirp”

trevor zegras x fem reader

warnings: cursing, slight mention of blood and fighting

word count: 1.3k

you and trevor met at the beginning of freshman year of high school, and you’ve been best friends ever since. you’ve seen him grow not only as a hockey player, but also as a person. you and trevor ground each other immensely, he’s your rock, and you’re his. you never expected that you’d be best friends with a hockey player, especially looking at some of their personalities, but the stars aligned and trevor came into your life at the perfect time.

if you’re being honest, sometimes you feel these weird feelings towards trevor. they aren’t good or bad, they’re more of a ‘hes my best friend why does he look so hot?’ or a ‘why is he looking at her like that? and why do i feel jelaous?’ type of thing. all of your friends and families can see the way you guys look at each other, but it always gets shut down by the both of you immediately. another stars aligning moment was when you both ended up at boston university for college, and that’s where you are right now.

currently, trevor is hanging out in your dorm to ‘study’ but it’s more of you trying to get stuff done and him bothering you. he’s sat on the middle of your bed, with his back against the wall, and you’re against the headboard typing out a paper on your laptop. “come to the game tonight, both of you!” trevor says, as he points between you and your roomate. “i’m only going if y/n goes” anna says, not looking up from her phone. “i guess i’ll go. i have an econ test to study for, but yeah sure why not.” you shrug. “YES! you’re the best!” he says as he picks up his foot and starts wiggling it in front of your face. you quickly slap it away, “your feet stink! get them away from me!” you shriek. trevor laughs, almost rolling off of the bed. “okay that’s it, get out of my dorm! you have to leave for the game soon anyways” you say hopping off of the bed, dragging him with you. he stumbles over to the door and you push him out of the room playfully. “i better see you guys in the student section, or else i’m gonna come here and beat your ass” “yeah you wish, i don’t think julie would be very happy with you if you beat me up.” “don’t bring my mom into this!” you shrug, “whatever i’ll see you later. bye z” “you’re the best! bye short stack, love you!” he says, kissing the top of your head as he turns around cheerfully and walks away, leaving you with flushed cheeks.

“well that was new” anna says, peaking out at you from behind her phone. “i’m so screwed anna!” you cry out as you close the door and dramatically fall onto your bed. “and why is that?” she asks, putting her phone down and walking over to your bed. “because! look at me, im probably a tomato right now!” you say as you lift your head to show her your cheeks. she sits down next to you, and rubs your back. “oh you’ll be fine. i’m telling you-“ “that we’re gonna get married one day, yeah yeah yeah i’ve heard you the first million trillion times. god anna you sound like my mom!” you exclaim, causing anna to laugh. “whatever, i gotta get to class. you better be here when i get back, i’m not about to be late to this game cause you take twenty years to get ready” she chuckles. “oh whatever” you roll your eyes playfully, grabbing your laptop again.

as you guys arrive at the game you get strange looks from a girl who’s holding a ‘zegras i love you’ sign. you don’t understand why until you realize you’re wearing trevor’s hockey sweatshirt. you instantly begin to blush, since you just grabbed the first boston university hoodie you saw, not realizing it was one of trevor’s. you guys stand by the glass watching them warm up a bit, and trevor skates over and starts pointing at your hoodie. you can’t hear him through the glass, but you get the idea of what he’s saying, and it’s definitely something about how you’re wearing his hoodie. you laugh and flip him off, he laughs and skates away. afterwards, you and anna find a spot in student section, and the game begins not too long after.

as you’re watching the game, trevor suddenly gets into a heated fight with someone, and gloves are dropped. trevor’s throwing punches at him, and you audibly gasp. you mindlessly grab onto anna’s arm, causing her to smirk. “oh my god! what the fuck!” you yell out. you then hear anna snicker next to you. you turn your head, and realize you’re tightly gripping onto her forearm. you quickly let go, and your cheeks become red with embarrassment.

trevor is taken off of the ice, still yelling things at the other player. you sigh, unsure of his current state. the other guy definitely got some good punches in, but trevor did as well. suddenly two people wearing employees badges come out into the stands, and they appear to be looking for someone. you curiously watch them, until one of them asks you a question. “by any chance, do you happen to be y/f/n y/l/n?” you look at anna with a confused and concerned look, and then back to the employees. “yes, why?” “trevor won’t stop asking for you, he claims that ‘you’re the only one who can calm him down’ could you come with us?” your mouth falls slightly agape, and you look at anna. “yes go go go! i’ll be fine!” she says, causing you to nod and remove yourself from the student section.

you follow the employees into the locker room, and you’re met with a slightly bloodied up trevor. “what the fuck was that trevor!” you say sternly. “chill out dude! i called you back here to calm me down, not to fucking lecture me! jesus christ!” he rolls his eyes. you sigh, obviously he’s still upset. “you’re right sorry, can i sit?” you ask. he nods and pats the spot next to him. you sit down and rest your head on his shoulder, you guys stay like this for a few minutes without speaking. “are you ready to talk about what happened?” you say softly, breaking the ice. “he was talking shit” trevor sighs. “well yeah that’s what i expected, but what made you so angry that you punched him?” “he was talking about you.” that sentence causing you to lift your head from trevor’s shoulder. your turn your body slightly to face him, and your eyes widen. “he what?” “you heard me y/n. he saw us talking during warmups and he saw you in my hoodie, so he brought you up. he was like ‘your girlfriend is watching, how would she feel if she saw you lose to me? i mean she’s pretty cute, she any good in bed? it’d be a shame if she left you’ a-and at first i wasn’t bothered, b-but when he started asking about how you are in bed.. i just got really upset okay?! honestly i wanted to fucking kill him!” he exclaims, and you quickly hug him. “it’s just a chirp trevor, don’t worry. he’s a dick,” you sigh. “i’m sorry i let you down y/n, i know you hate when i get in fights.” “you didn’t let me down trev, i promise. honestly you could never let me down. and for the record, i’m not going anywhere. sorry but your stuck with me bud” you chuckle, pulling back from the hug. “really?” he says, his eyes soft. “really.”

you guys look at each other for a moment, before trevor starts to lean in. your heart skips a beat, and impulsively you connect your guys’ lips, even if his is a little bloody. he pulls back and wipes the blood from his lip with his thumb. “sorry, forgot there was blood on my lip.” “shut up and kiss me again” you say grabbing his jersey and pulling him back in, feeling him smirk into the kiss.

[fiapartridge]

💌 with the sweetest boy himself, the bu boy, macklin

i loved writing this, i love him, & yes, he is the sweetest boy ugh

and i haven't seen a single mack fic on here like 👀 why we sleeping on mack?? anyways, this is fluffy to the maxxxx

Stepping into his dorm, you took off your beanie as he worked to unzip the zipper of your large puffer. You grinned, placing a soft kiss on his lips as he smiled in return.

You loved days like this: grabbing coffee from the cafe downtown, shaking off snow and laughing at how ridiculous the two of you looked, comparing yourselves to dogs after a bath, and coming back to his dorm as he removed your articles of clothing without you ever asking because that was just the boy he was. He was your perfect boy.

You moved to sit atop his bed, opening his laptop, and scrolling through Netflix to find a movie to watch before you had to head back to your own dorm and brave the cold sheets of snow outside. He shrugged off his winter coat as you eyed his new shirt that you hadn’t seen him put on this morning before leaving to grab coffee.

“Mack?” you asked as he laid in the spot next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into the comfortable curve of his body.

He hummed in response, paying more attention to the movie on the screen rather than the curious yet amused tone in your voice. 

“When did you get that shirt?” you laughed as he looked down at his top as if he had forgotten he even put it on in the first place. The shirt in question? A white tee with the words “I love my girlfriend,” except the ‘love’ was replaced with a big red heart. And the back? A picture of you two on the ice during family skate at BU, smiling brightly at the cameraman (thank you, Lane Hutson).

“Oh,” he huffed out a laugh, a tinge of pink settling on his cheeks. “Case got it for me for Christmas.”

“And I’m just now hearing about this?” You rolled onto your stomach, your chin resting on his chest.

Even after a year of dating, you still made Macklin nervous. You kept him on his toes, never knowing how you'd react or if he scared you away or if he would lose you by doing one thing over another. He was very subconscious in that way. If he lost you, he wouldn’t know what he’d do. You were his whole entire life, and while many say it’s unhealthy to rely on a person that much, Macklin didn’t care. He was head over heels for the girl sitting beside him, and maybe that’s why he wore the shirt, to show people that you were his, that he was very much in love, and that he was very much taken.

“I-” he nervously stammered.

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m messing with you, Celly.” You shrugged. “I think it’s hot.”

He rolled his eyes. “There is no way you think this is hot.”

Moving closer, you watched as his eyes wavered down to your lips and quickly back to your gaze. A small smirk danced on your lips as you mirrored his movements, glancing back and forth between his eyes and his lips. “I don’t know. Telling everyone you love me with a picture of us on your back? It kinda makes me feel special, you know?”

“Any other ways I can make you feel special?” he smirked.

You gasped, smacking him in the shoulder as he let out an amused chuckle. “You are so gross, Mack!”

“I didn’t even say anything!” he replied, drawing you closer to his body until you were resting on top of him.

“You implied it.”

“Mhm,” he chuckled. He gazed at you intently, admiring his girl as you looked away, feeling exposed. His hand lightly held your chin, moving your head to look back at him. “You’re the prettiest girl ever.” he whispered, holding your waist as your hands steadied yourself on his chest. He ran his thumb up and down the exposed skin on your hip.

“I hate you,” you said softly, trying to hide the light shade of blush that was increasingly spreading across your cheeks.

“Embrace it, baby,” he remarked, dragging one of his hands up your back and leaning your body down to his chest, your arms falling to either side of his head as he closed the small distance between the two of you, brushing his lips against yours before fully capturing them in a tender kiss.

Your bodies pressed together as if you were trying to melt into each other, lost in the intoxicating sensation of being so close, so connected. Your breaths were mingled, hot and ragged as you somehow pulled him closer, kissing him with so much desperation you were unsure where this fervent fire came from.

Maybe it really was the shirt.

Your lips parted reluctantly, and with a soft, breathless laugh, you traced the contours of his skin, marveling at the way his features felt as if they were made for you and only you to enjoy. They were made for you to kiss and to admire, to love. With a soft sigh, you leaned down, resting your head on his chest as his arms encircled your small frame, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. 

“I should wear this shirt more often, huh?”

“Oh, shut up.”

[asunsetgrace16]

bf!Macklin Headcanons ⎥ MC71

Pairing: Macklin Celebrini x fem!reader

Summary: cute headcanons as per usual

Warnings: mention of kissing

Notes: Enjoy. Mack is such a cutie and I personally can't wait for all the NHL content we are gonna get

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memorizes your coffee order

always has your pinkies linked whenever you are near each other

is always kissing the back of our hand

runs around the car to open the door for you

you two decide to keep your relationship a super secret because of Mack’s media attention

he is always scared that someone might hurt you so he is very protective (a lot like Connor is)

carries all of the books you pick out at the bookstore

he loves to cuddle

love language is totally physical touch

secretly loves to be the little spoon

he steals your glasses and puts them on (until his eyes start to hurt)

always makes sure to cover the corners of tables or counters if you bend to pick something up

he's the sweetest, softest person to make out with

Mack is a very good hugger, you always feel warm

puts your glasses on the nightstand so they won't get broken

there are many hot chocolate and card game dates during the winter

he is a big foodie and loves to cook with you

surprisingly good at bowling

blows you a kiss before every game

you always drag him outside to dance in the rain (he loves it)

he just smiles when you go off rambling or info dumping, he finds in endearing

[puckpocketed]

8/05/2024 - Macklin Celebrini for NHL on ESPN

[larsnicklas]

macklin "hobey baker winner" celebrini signing your dash :)

[toasttt11]

drafted

June 28, 2024

Gemma looked in the mirror once more fixing her locket around her neck once more, the locket her grandmother had given her.

Gemma stepped out of the bathroom seeing her family waiting for her, she did a little spin.

She was wearing a burgundy suit with a black long sleeve underneath, black high heals, all of her jewelry was pieces from her grandmother. Gemma also picked the exact color as Adam’s Draft day suit for her suit. She also got the people that are important to her, their initials embroidered on the inside of her cuff.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” Julia tearfully smiled at her daughter, Giuliano smiled with tears in his eyes at his daughter, they both knew they would be many tears from them by the end of the day.

Gemma smiled softly at her parents and she turned to Luca and Adam, Adam smiled standing up and walking over to her and gently grabbing his sister hand and twirling her around making her giggle softly.

“You look very beautiful Gemmy.” Luca smiled telling his sister after Adam stop spinning her around.

“Thank you!” Gemma smiled before hearing a knock on the door and she knew the cameras were coming in.

Gemma got through all of the media and before she even knew she was already walking across the red carpet that leads into the sphere, she smiled as she signed stuff for the people and took pictures with them, Gemma let out a few laughs as she talked with some of the people she met.

Gemma walked over to her seats with her family and she sat between her brothers and her parents on the other side of Adam.

Gemma looked over seeing Macklin in the row right across from her and she sent him a smile and nod, Macklin sent a smile and nod back.

“The New Jersey Devils are on the clock.” Gemma was looking right ahead focusing on absolutely nothing making sure to keep her face completely blank, the representative for the Devils walked up the to the stage with the group of people and walked up to the microphone.

“The New Jersey Devils are proud to select from Boston College, Gemma Fantilli.” It was eerie silent as he said everything up to Boston and once he said College the cheers started as everyone knew who was picked.

Macklin smiled widely and clapped for his best friend and girlfriend, he knew she truthfully should always have been going first and he thought the only reason it was entertained with the idea of her not going first was because she was a girl, he couldn’t be more proud watching her accomplish her dreams despite anyone that has ever tried to stop her.

Gemma let out a shocked laugh but stood up and immediately both her brothers wrapped their arms around her from both sides and pulled her into a tight hug.

“I’m so proud of you Gemmy, You deserve this.” Luca whispered proudly smiling for his sister.

“Go enjoy your moment.” Adam whispered to his little sister feeling his eyes fill with proud tears, now he understood how Luca felt last draft year.

“Thank you.” Gemma whispered to her brothers and her biggest role models, she walked over to her parents.

Gemma smiled getting pulled into a tight hug from her dad.

“I’m so so proud to you.” Giuliano emotionally choked out feeling his tears fall down his face, he pressed a soft and long kiss to her to her cheek.

Julia watery smiled at her daughter and pulled her into a hug, She pressed a kiss to the side of Gemma’s head and let her go.

Gemma smiled at her mother and pulled off her suit jacket and handed it to her mother. Gemma saw Macklin already standing up at his row and she walked right to him hugging him softly.

“Good Job Hopey.” Macklin whispered so soft that the microphones barely picked it up. He gave her one more soft squeeze before letting her go.

Gemma started her walk down the stairs shaking a few hands and giving fist bumps to friends of hers.

Gemma walked across the stage to where the people were waiting for her, she shook every single one of their hands thanking all of them. Gemma let out a little laugh as she was handed her Devils Jersey, she slipped it on and smiled already loving it on.

Gemma smiled for the photo holding out a number one for the photo, she was escorted off the stage by one of the many Devils media person. She politely asked if she could wait and watch the second pick and the media girl smiled nodding her head letting them stand off to the side seeing the New York Rangers coming onto the clock.

Gemma watched as the group of people walked onto the stage with a jersey and the man walked up to the microphone. “The New York Rangers are proud to select from Boston University, Macklin Celibrini.”

Gemma cheered and clapped watching with a proud smile as Macklin stood up and hugged all of parents before he started the walk down the stairs and crossed stage, Macklin slipped on the jersey and smiled for the photos before he was escorted off the stage and saw Gemma waiting for him with a proud smile on her face.

“Rivals again.” Macklin teased her softly as walked right to her and Gemma rolled her eyes fondly letting out a chuckle.

The New Jersey media girl asked for the two to take a photo together, Macklin wrapped his arm lightly around Gemma’s waist as they both held up their fingers for the photo smiling.

They were always destined to be together even if the whole world thinks they are rivals.