#macks fics

[drewsephrry]

Drew Starkey via his sister's Mackayla instagram

[peachhcs]

plz write a cute celebrini x fem reader 🙏🙏 ur writing is beyond amazing

oooh i've never written specifically for mack before so hopefully this isn't bad 😅

after mack’s face injury, his gf is quick to look after him once the game is done

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she waited impatiently near the doors of the locker room awaiting her boyfriend's arrival. y/n's mind couldn't stop replaying the horror on her features and everyone else's when they saw the blood trickle down macklin's face after a nasty high stick hit. she knew he was okay because he was right back on the ice once the bleeding stopped, but the image wouldn't shake the girl's brain.

lingering after the game felt so long this time around and y/n wondered if it was just because she was anxious about seeing her boyfriend and properly checking up on him. she swiped through twitter and instagram continuously while video replays of the rookie's hit filled her feeds. she just shut her phone off all together for now, not being able to watch the play anymore.

finally, the players began trickling out. y/n's head popped up, searching for the eyes of macklin in the crowd. she spotted him with will near the middle of the pack and he immediately found her gaze. will sensed that they probably wanted to talk, so he split off from the boy once they got closer, giving a small nod to y/n as he passed.

"hey," macklin began, but was caught off guard when y/n jumped into his arms.

"let me see it," she grabbed ahold of his chin, turning his face to the side to examine the new scar.

"it's really not that bad now. they cleared it up really good," the brunette tried reassuring his girlfriend knowing she probably had a hundred thoughts running through her.

"you scared the shit out of me when i saw all that blood. it looked a lot worse," y/n stepped back, arms crossing over her chest.

macklin frowned at the sudden distance between them, "i'm sorry, baby. i promise i'm fine. see?" he gave his best grin hoping to further prove how he was doing.

"well, if i see wilson, i'm gonna punch him myself," y/n huffed, looking around like she would catch the older player lingering somewhere.

macklin laughed, tugging y/n into his side and kissing the side of her head, "you're so cute when you're upset. i promise i'm fine though. i mean you saw me play afterwards."

"yeah you fucking power played. i guess that was your redemption," the two exchanged a laugh and macklin enjoyed finally pulling a smile from her.

"can i come back to your place tonight?" the boy wondered as they moved themselves closer to the exit.

"i thought that was a given already," y/n chuckled.

macklin went to tell will they were leaving before rushing out of the SAP center so he wouldn't have to do any press. most days he didn't mind, but tonight the boy was itching to get out of there and spend some much needed time with his girl. they hadn't seen each other since last weekend—school and hockey keeping them way too busy.

"just so you know, i am gonna baby you the whole night," y/n informed once they were securely in her car.

"mm, i can't wait. a face mask is just calling my name," the hockey player leaned back in the passenger seat, hand falling to the girl's lap as she pulled out of the parking lot.

luckily, there was no early morning practice tomorrow, so macklin was gonna use that to his full advantage and spend the night in y/n's dorm. the couple rode in comfortable silence into santa clara university, a convenient 7 minutes away from the arena so y/n never missed a home game.

she parked her car again and the couple hurried into her building. the few students wandering around the lobby caught sight of macklin's suit he put back on, a few of them recognizing him from as a sharks player and as y/n's boyfriend because he was over so much.

they lucked out with y/n's roommate hanging out with her own boyfriend tonight, so they had the whole dorm to themselves. macklin immediately thew his backpack onto the ground and shoved his suit jacket from his shoulders.

"gonna shower. i didn't really before we left. you're welcome to join me if you want," the brunette winked at the girl who flushed.

"wow, so classy of you. i did already shower this morning, so i'll have to pass this time," y/n laughed.

"damn, i thought you'd say yes. you sure you don't wanna shower again?" he winked again. y/n groaned, pushing her boyfriend to the bathroom.

"i'll be out here with your face mask."

the rookie accepted his lonely shower fate and disappeared into the bathroom. y/n took the opportunity to tidy up the room and get all the things she needed for their face masks.

20 minutes later, macklin came back out of the bathroom freshly showered and in more comfortable clothes. y/n hung up his suit jacket on the door of her closet, instructing him to do the same with the rest of the outfit so it wouldn't wrinkle.

the boy climbed into her bed a second later, positioning himself against her pillows, "i'm readyy," he sang.

"i've never known you to be so excited for a face mask," y/n grinned.

"it really makes my skin smooth, so i like it," the boy explained.

y/n handed mack her headband so his hair wouldn't be in his face or in the mask. he didn't hesitate to slip it over his head and expose his forehead. the girl giggled at the sight.

"are you laughing at my big forehead?" the boy raised his eyebrow, hands finding places on y/n's hips as she straddled his waist.

"maybe," she hummed, leaning forward to begin rubbing the cream on his skin.

mack admired her focused expression while just really taking the time to take in every part of her as she applied the mask. this was his favorite part of face masks because he could stare at her without shame and she hardly noticed because she was too focused on the mask.

"have i told you how beautiful you are?" the brunette wondered softly. he watched the way y/n's cheeks heated up into a deep blush.

"you have," she muttered.

"well, i'm gonna say it again. you're really beautiful," mack grinned.

"you're sappy tonight," y/n flushed.

"what? can i not say how beautiful my girlfriend is?"

"no, you can. thank you," she finished spreading the mask, leaning back to admire her work.

"how's it look?"

"great. i'lll let you know when five minutes are up," the girl set a timer on her phone and then mack grabbed the mask cream from her hands before she could set it back on the dresser.

she looked at her boyfriend quizzically.

"can i do yours?" he wondered with a soft expression.

y/n blushed again, "just don't get it in my hair."

"promise, i won't," macklin agreed and y/n let him have at it.

his touch was gentle as his fingers began rubbing around her skin. his lip poked out from his lips as he focused on doing it right. y/n loved how much he wanted to do it correctly for her sake and his expression really was just to die for.

"okay, did it," macklin leaned back to admire his work the same way y/n did. she loved the proud little smile on his lips, pulling her camera up to examine how well he did.

"wow, looks great, mack. your best one yet," y/n agreed.

"what can i say? practice makes perfect," the boy hummed, placing everything back onto her dresser.

"so how's your lip doing now?" y/n wondered as mack's hands wandered across the expanse of her hips and waist.

"i can't even feel it anymore, so good. i told you i'm fine," he eyed her.

"i know, just let me be a worry wart."

the sharks player smiled at her words knowing how much she liked to worry about things, especially the things that didn't need to be worried about. he reached up to quickly peck her lips, tryng to avoid getting face mask on one another.

"i love you," the brunette said.

y/n's smile grew, the whole i love you still new to them but heartwarming to hear, "i love you, too," she kissed him again and now they didn't care about getting face mask on one another.

[stevethehairington]

from your point of view

MacksDramaticShenanigans

“Hey, Buck,” Eddie not-quite-slurs. It’s a close thing, though. The glass in his hand is his fourth— no, fifth, and wine always hits him so much harder.

He’s bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked and loose-limbed on the couch, pressed so close to Buck he’s half in his lap.

Buck’s got a steadying arm around his waist— couldn’t avoid the draw to touch even if he wanted to.

“Hm?” Buck asks, feeling a little buzzy himself.

“Buck,” Eddie repeats. “You’re bicyc—bisect— bisexual.”

Buck laughs at Eddie’s stumble. Smiles bright, proud, and nods. “I am,” he agrees.

“Have you ever—” Eddie’s winestained mouth purses; his brow furrows thoughtfully, “— have you ever thought about me?” He sways forward, widens his eyes purposefully, whispers, “Like, y’know.”

[read on ao3]

inspired by this post by the fantastic @bloodsoakedbuckley.

brooke, this one's for you! i hope this can scratch the drunk eddie itch a lil bit! please enjoy!! 💕💕

[northernsharkteeth]

thinkin bout r63 girls will and mack (and also leno is there being a douchebag and kinda getting lesbian cucked on snapchat)

so like yeah yeah women in the nhl, the sharks for whatever reason happen to have had a very dude-heavy roster for the last little while, which is why front office goes so hard on mack as the future face of the franchise. she gives them local credibility (much to her chagrin), the intensity rick hammered into her (perhaps even more strongly than he did her brothers, saying that she needed to work twice as hard to get half as far as the boys would), and hashtag girlboss points (look at that lovely young lady! isn’t it so awesome that girls can play hockey here in san jose california! she’s so cool and tough and young and gorgeous!!)

because of the lack of women on the sharks bench in recent memory, some of the fellas have forgotten (perhaps never really knew) how women interact with each other. to them it makes perfect sense that these two rookie girls would glom onto each other in a sea of men, they obviously have more in common. like, uhhh, periods and stuff. they probably synched up or something.

they are kinda intense on the girly cliquey stuff they have going on, though. like, is it normal for them to go out for lunch (and breakfast and dinner and coffee and dessert) just the two of them, even when there’s a loosely-planned team meal on the books? is it normal for them to have scheduled “girls nights” multiple times a week where patty and jumbo (depending on who’s hosting) aren’t allowed to interrupt them? is it normal for them to brush off every guy who tries to pick them up while on the road, making the briefest eye contact over the poor bastard’s shoulder and cackling to each other at some joke they only communicated telepathically, grabbing each other’s arms and thighs and leaning in to catch their breath until the guy gives up?

the hookup thing especially confuses the boys. even though they’ve never seen will or mack pick up while on long roadies, they never seem stressed or frustrated in the same way some of their dude teammates do if they go too long without something. maybe girls just dont need it the same way?

leno is also kinda baffled by it. the will he played with didn’t really have girl friends, she always stuck with him and gabe and their other dude buddies wherever they were playing. it’s not until will starts hanging out with mack 24/7 that he realizes that will was telling the truth when she told him she was bi the first time they got drunk together. in the back of his head he always assumed she was exaggerating her attraction to girls when she wolf-whistled at something foul that was said in the locker room about someone’s sister in the bleachers, or that her making out with chicks at frat parties was largely for him. she usually ended up in his dorm bed after those escapades anyway, leno just thought that was a thing that straight girls do to rile up guys.

but, like, will and mack are fucking. leno could tell from their first facetime call while will was on the road, rooming with mack. when she picked up the call her hair was all mussed, her cheeks all pink. she was slumped against the pillows on her hotel bed, one strap of her tank top slipped off her shoulder. for a moment, there was a sliver of someone else’s bare shoulder off the edge of the screen with just a hint of what leno thought was sideboob before the bed dipped it was gone, and will was looking to that side and past the phone to relay leno asking mack if she’d learned “how terrible of a roommate smitty is?” mack has the gall to say “well, she’s pretty fucking loud,” before falling into a contagious giggle. leno watches will’s face heat up, mouth falling open, mock-scandalized, before cracking into a smile as she whips a pair of plaid pj pants in what appears to be mack’s direction.

and it’s obviously really hot; leno’s not above admitting that he’s gotten a lot of mileage out of the thought of will fucking another girl, but he knows she’s not doing this for him. at least, not entirely. it’s just that will keeps calling him with mack right beside her, holding the camera just low enough to show off the massive hickey on mack’s collarbone. she’ll snap him pictures of mack playing chel in her room, the light from the tv shining off mack’s slick, bruised lips. the last time they chatted on the phone, will apologized for her slightly scratchy voice, at which point mack called across the hotel room “my bad!” before laughing and walking into the bathroom to shower. will lets leno see the aftermath of whatever it is they have going on but won’t give him specifics—won’t give him anything to flesh out the, admittedly, tried and true “girls kissing and one of them is will” method of getting himself off. every time leno tries to make a joke about it (“has mack seen what you let me do to you?”) she just laughs and calls him a freak.

leno’s only hope to really see what it is will does with girls (girl singular, more like, it’s not as if she has much time to be seeing anyone else besides mack) is to, perhaps, bypass her. and mack’s cool: the right kind of intense that leno really appreciates, quite funny, definitely really hot and a welcome addition to certain fantasies—plus she’s got this very obvious possessive streak leno can make use of. by the time will makes them exchange snaps so she can stop playing intermediary for shit they want to pick each other’s brains on, half the messages mack is sending leno are pictures of will: will reaching up to the top cabinet in mack’s kitchenette in jumbo’s garage, her shorts riding all the way up her ass; will laying on her stomach on mack’s bed scrolling tiktok in her underwear and a hoodie with “celebrini” plastered across the back. that kind of thing.

one night shortly after the hoodie photo, leno gets a video of will on her back, camera held right above her face, thrashing weakly against the thighs bracketing her hips as she tries to slow her breath. and mack keeps sending shit like that. sometimes will’ll be on her stomach, face buried in a pillow and knees half collapsed into the bed, shifting to roll over and reach for where mack is standing with her phone out. in those ones, her eyes are always screwed tight, lips parted, and sometimes leno will get the front half of a breathy “fuuuuck” before the clip cuts off.

it gets a little weird. leno and will still keep up like normal—as normal as possible when will is still picking up the phone with crazy sex hair and a smirking mack half in the frame, or is letting leno stare at a massive bruise on her inner thigh on their calls when she’s alone. leno doesn’t know if will even knows that mack’s videos are being taken, but it’s not like he can be that mad at mack. he’s the weirdo tugging one out in the shower thinking of his old fuck buddy’s current… girlfriend? (no, but maybe? he doesn’t know if will’s that kind of bi, whatever) secretly filming her immediately post-orgasm and sending them to him across the country. he’d like to think its just like when he and will jack off on facetime, only he doesn’t have to rely on will’s shaky camera skills while she’s coming.

with the time difference, leno usually gets his fill of mack’s camerawork in the morning, waking up to a couple snaps taken on pacific time the night before long after he’d gone to bed back east. one weekend, though, while will and mack are on an east coast roadie, leno’s wide awake to open them. it’s a little after midnight, but he’s got coursework to get over with the next day before an evening practice, so he’s just stumbled into his dorm. he’s tipsy from the party he just left, and a little overexcited by the prospect of seeing whatever mack’s blessed him with in close to real time, so he trips a bit getting onto his bed. thank god he doesn’t have a roommate this year.

the video starts pretty normally, with will on her back, topless. she’s got her forearms thrown over her face, and the first difference from previous videos that leno notices is that she’s talking. nothing exceptionally coherent, but when the baseline is just heavy breathing and the occasional whine when mack touches her briefly, it’s a bit jarring to hear something close to a sentence like “fuck, please, right there. mack, fuck, more!” being panted out of will’s swollen lips on leno’s tinny phone speaker. working his pants open, leno next notices that will is moving—being moved, pulled up and down the sheets, her tits bouncing a beat behind as she’s shoved around.

and leno knows she’s being shoved because the camera angles down more, cutting off will’s twitching hands grasping onto her elbows as she tries to hide her face to show what must be mack’s hand on will’s hip. mack is knelt between will’s thighs, wearing some kind of weird underwear? no, leno thinks as he gets a hand around himself, no that’s a harness. the black band spanning mack’s hips is a harness attached to a purple strap-on that she’s fucking will with.

because as she’s holding the camera, mack is fucking will. she’s got her phone positioned to get both the bottom half of will’s face that isn’t covered by her arms and where the purple silicone is being driven into her in the shot. the hand on will’s hip lets go and latches onto one of will’s tits, kneading it, and without the anchor at her hip, pulling her where mack wants her, will has to throw her arms open and grab onto the sheet to stay put. she sounds different, leno thinks, hysterical, speeding up his hand. when leno would fuck her—in his dorm last year, in the freshman residence building a block away from where he’s now laying—she would sound similar, but this was more desperate. whinier in a way that leno could make her sometimes, but not for long as it was usually right as he was about to finish too. maybe there’s something to be said for the consistency of plastic dick. maybe will’s getting something now that leno can’t give her.

because leno feels like he’s going to die, staring at an image of will he knows so well that is now, on his screen, completely unfamiliar. will’s eyes have shot open, and leno feels like he’s been caught, but then mack’s saying “you like being pretty for the camera?” and will lets out what sounds like a choked off sob, though leno couldn’t tell with his eyes screwed shut for a moment trying to calm himself down. the clip ends like that, the next one booting up right away. the hand that was on will’s tit—mack’s hand, leno reminds himself—has moved up to cup her neck, tucked in where it meets her shoulder, helping will drive herself down on the plastic cock mack is thrusting up into her as mack continues holding the camera. leno thinks he sees a splotch of spit on will’s turned cheek, but he can’t be sure with how his own hand is shaking holding his phone.

and then will’s hand is latching onto mack’s wrist, shooting in from the side of the frame to pull mack’s hand up and off her neck. she drags mack’s hand towards her face and leno groans into his empty bedroom right as mack clocks it too, laughing a bit to herself, saying “yeah? you need something in your mouth, kibble?” and will whines, like really whines, as she shoves mack’s fingers in her mouth. they hook behind her molars, and leno can just barely see will’s teeth clamp down on the fingertips before she closes her lips around them too.

mack does her best to lean back while leaving one hand in will’s mouth, the other still clutching her phone. she lifts the phone up, getting a wider view of how will is shaking on the bed, legs boneless as they bounce against mack’s thighs every time she thrusts up. with the phone closer to mack’s face, leno hears her let out these breathy little noises, rutting against the base of the strap with each push into will. she sounds nice, leno thinks, maybe when they meet up in person he’ll get to hear more.

mack hums deep in her chest, shark-toothed smile obvious in her voice when she says “is it like this with leonard?” and will’s eyes open, staring right at the camera again, her lips parting around mack’s fingers like she wants to respond. mack doesn’t let her, saying “i know you like when i send him videos afterwards, do you like showing him how good i make you feel?”

will whines around mack’s fingers at that, shutting her eyes tight against the camera lens—against the apparently ever-present knowledge of leno watching her through it, against leno’s newfound knowledge that she knew the whole time—and in his dark and empty bedroom, face lit with nothing but his phone screen, leno thinks that maybe he has died. that maybe the eternal afterlife god decided he has earned with his entire existence is getting to watch will writhe around on someone else’s cock while thinking about his. leno has no time to even consider where that’s landed him judgement-wise, because mack is wrenching her hand out of will’s mouth and grasping her by the jaw. “you gonna tell him how good it feels?” mack purrs.

will tries to answer when mack’s hand leaves her face and slips down out of frame, but then she twitches and settles back, jaw slack. “god, smitty, if leno makes you act like this i’m going to have to try him, right?” mack laughs, and will huffs out an “oh my fucking god, please, mack, fuck,” as the camera pans from her face and chest down to where mack is rubbing at her clit, hand framing the purple silicone still being pushed into her. “you gonna show me how you treat a lady, leonard?” mack says quietly into the phone, zooming the camera slightly as she presses the purple silicone into will until their hips are perfectly flush. will makes this little noise high in her throat and the video ends.

leno almost doesn’t realize the video has ended because he’s already running that last sound will made under mack talking to him all low on a loop in his head. he frantically loads up the first clip to watch again and comes about halfway through, collapsing back into his pillows, the phone in his hand crashing into the blankets beside him. when he’s able to move again, he opens his phone back up to see mack’s stupid bitmoji peeking up from the corner and a chat message. “u enjoyed? 👀👀”

a notification from will pops down and leno clicks it. it’s a chat message saying “also we’re in boston this weekend. when are you free?”

[wormdebut]

JULY MICRO FIC - YOU JUST MIGHT GET IT

@steddiemicrofic | PROMPT: one | WORD COUNT: 111 | Rated: M | CW: horny fucks

——

Steve never expected things to turn out like this. Headed back to Eddie Munsons place.

Jesus Christ.

If the closeted fuck he was in high school could see him now.

Eddie looks ethereal in the street lights. Steve always knew he would, he just—hadn’t gotten the chance to act on it, until tonight.

Eddie turns around, grinning from ear to ear, “You sure about this, big boy?”

Steve blushes, can’t help it. “A good fucking orgasm? Hell yeah.”

Eddie laughs pulling him forward, “One? Oh, sugar, you don’t know what you’ve signed up for.”

Steve can’t help the nervous giggle that escapes his lips as Eddie pulls him, meeting his lips.

[hotchipsauce]

The latest willmack fic posted today is almost word for word plagiarism of one of the most popular 1634 fic. Since there’s no way to really report or call it out since the author is anon, please don’t give it any attention.

I don’t want to post too much of the actual fic but it gets really obvious real quick.

[livinonlaketime]

This is one of my favorite scenes in AoS. They have way too many things to list as “worse” and yet they’re all true

[linskywords]

Idk why but I really see Will as a TK-type dom where everyone kind of just assumes he’s a sub on first glance because of his like overall vibe and he gets to San Jose and they all just kind of lowkey assume and move on like even Mack is just like yay a fellow sub! Then one day someone says something and he’s like no wait guys what I’m a dom and the whole team is like ???? And Maklin lowkey loses his marbles because what do you mean he can sub for Will????? His perfect gorgeous funny best friend Will???

Also Will making Mack wear his jersey is so dom/sub coded. Like possessive dom Will showing off that Mack is his to the whole NHL

Yessss I love this. In an AU where subs are slightly more accepted in NHL locker rooms, and everyone makes a huge deal out of the idea that the Sharks have these two super-talented baby subs who are starting at the same time and are already best friends and wow, look at this new era of acceptance where subs can be this successful and prominent! And Will's over here going uh...actually I'm not a sub... But he didn't put together what people were saying until it was too late (I mean, he's not a sub, so why would he think they were talking about him?), and by the time he does everyone's made such a big deal out of the two baby subs and he doesn't want to seem subphobic. Especially not when Mack is so excited to have another sub here to share the experience with.

But also Mack is really funny and cute and nice and cuddly and Will starts to feel a little creepy about not telling him the truth. Like, it's probably not cool, the level of cuddling he's getting away with just because Mack doesn't know he's a dom. But also it feels too late -- like, how does he tell Mack he's a dom now, when they've already been doing all this stuff together? And Mack is getting snugglier and snugglier, and sometimes he even gets kind of dozy like he's going into subspace, and Will cannot stop thinking about the way he looks when he tilts his chin up blinks his eyes all slow like that, and oh no this is bad this is very very bad.

[thatswhatiam98]

So, recap of what is actually canon in the Andi Mack universe for their future selves for all your fics needs:

-Andi has a child when she's very young (probably with Jonah)

-eventually she ends up with Amber

-Tyrus go to college, Cyrus precisely to film school, and then they get married and they have an extremely organized wedding, to the point where TJ almost doesn't get in cause he's dressed a bit messily

-TJ becomes a firefighter çwç

-and not future, but he's actually Amber's sibling 🫢

-Bowie decides to fake it till you make it and ends up becoming a professor at the same college as Tyrus even though he never graduated (lmao this sounds like Community)

-he and Bex probably have one or two more kids 🥰

-Amber realizes she's a lesbian (or something)

-and she goes to fashion school at a community college

-not for future selves, but Bex canon bi (she didn't say much else on the future of her character I think, but maybe she'll keep the shop going?)

-JONAH WILL DROP FRISBEE LMAO And will start putting the same effort in basket or something

And this is it, feel free to add more if I missed something, fell asleep at some point due to fever lmao Hope this can be helpful 🥰🥰

[bisexualmcqueen]

here's one of my cars!ocs: roger tappet

he's been around since 2020 when i started digging in and plotting out my project i call the "sequel fic". i have returned to rework this story in 2024.

roger is the team 95's new crew chief, handpicked by tex dinoco's staff. all he has to do is mesh superstar lightning mcqueen with his new crew and win the piston cup... easier said than done! good luck, and dont get fired, idiot!

he is a 2012 ford f250 LWB supercab. lifted, custom black rims+tires, clearance lights, toolbox, wears bed cap in the cold. 35ish, father of four, married, previous crew chief experience in smaller leagues.

human design for accessibility + fun purposes. not pictured: he is tall.

[drawing on the orange background is by @/youhavehitawall]

[drewsephrry]

Drew Starkey and his mom via his sister's Mackayla instagram

[peachhcs]

we need more macklin fics and fluff bc that one was actually so cute. i need more asap 🩷

sorority formal

still debating if i should make a macklin au to add to my samy + will verse (HAHA my own fanfic verse??) but here’s some more fluff between the lovely rookie and his gf from santa clara university :) — also cleaning out my inbox so that’s why i’ve posted four times in a row LOL

also if this is bad i’m so sorry. i lowkey awkwardly switch between 2nd person and 3rd person pov sometimes so apologies for that. otherwise, i’m really starting to like writing about mack 😌 (slight allusion to sex but there’s no sex actually described just kissing)

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macklin had never been to a college sorority formal before, nor did he really understand what it was or what to expect, but he agreed to be your date nonetheless. plus, the look on your face was hard to say no to when you asked him two weeks ago.

the brunette was in his room trying to find the right suit to wear while will sat in the corner on his phone. he knew a little bit from when he was at boston, but he never found any interest in going to those frat and sorority parties, so the rookie was a bit in the dark when it came to this stuff.

will wasn’t much help either.

“i dunno man. i’ve never been to a sorority formal before. i assume it’s the same as any other formal? i’ve been to samy’s soccer banquet,” will shrugged, watching his friend try on his third suit.

“y/n said to just wear something neutral. her dress is pink i think,” macklin explained as he examined the dark navy suit in the mirror.

“i think that looks fine. navy and pink go well?” will nodded.

“i’m kind of nervous. is that bad? i don’t really know what to expect,” obviously, he didn’t want to make y/n look like a fool at her own sorority, so the boy’s nerves were at an all time high at the moment. what if he did something stupid?

“samy texted me back and she said it’s like prom but for college. there will be food and drinks and then you dance if you want. some sororities will do speeches or superlatives,” will read off the text his girlfriend just sent him.

“oh, okay. that’s not too bad then. i’ll be fine,” macklin assured himself and decided on the navy blue suit.

“yeah, it will be chill. you basically get to spend a whole night with your girlfriend,” will grinned and the brunette couldn’t help but smile at the thought. he hadn’t seen you in a few days because of your crazy busy schedules, so having this night to yourselves would be nice.

“yeah, you’re right. it will be chill and we’ll have fun,”macklin was basically saying positive affirmations to himself at this point which made will chuckle. he stood up to help his friend with his suit.

“don’t even sweat it, dude. she’s gonna love you,” the blonde assured and if will thought so, then macklin was gonna believe it.

once he was finished getting dressed, he grabbed his phone to let you know he was on his way over to your dorm. the boy rushed through the house, double checking his pockets that he had phone (check), keys (check), wallet (check), and a small bouquet he decided picking up for you because he knew you liked flowers.

“knock ‘em dead!” will called from the porch as macklin got into his car.

the brunette drove the short drive to the university. being new to driving in the states still and the nerves about tonight made his hands a bit shaky as he turned onto the drive that led to your dorm. he didn’t need to sweat this. it was you. y/n. his girlfriend. there was no reason for him to be nervous about some sorority formal.

he parked in the lot and climbed out, doing a third check that he had all of his belongings. you were waiting in the lobby for him after getting his text about being on his way. the hockey player stopped in his tracks though when he laid eyes on you.

your strapless, silky dress stopped around your ankles where he could see your pretty white heels. your hair was down like it usual was and macklin was pretty sure his pupils turned to hearts.

“hi,” you grinned when he got closer.

“hi..wow..you look..” the boy lost his words making you laugh.

“you look pretty..wow,” you complimented his navy suit.

“s-so do you. wow..i..i’m in awe,” he admitted earning a bright blush on your cheeks.

“you’re sweet. are these for me?” you noticed the bouquet wobbling in his hands. the brunette quickly flushed and handed them over to you.

“yes, sorry. they are.”

you admired the pretty pink and red petals, “thank you. these are pretty. wanna come up for a second so i can put them in water?” it wasn’t really a question because macklin was going to follow you regardless.

the two of you stepped into the elevator. mack’s nerves were now because of how beautiful you looked beside him and he didn’t know how to express it other than telling you and the building desire to kiss you. he followed you down to your dorm. your roommate grinned at him.

“hey mack,” maya waved.

“hey maya,” he waved back.

“look, he brought me flowers,” you showed maya the pretty bouquet.

“wow, brownie points for the hockey player,” she teased a bit which made him flush. he watched you find a vase and fill it with water from your bathroom. you came back out and placed the flowers into the vase.

“like them?” you asked for his opinion.

“i like them,” he nodded.

“i’ll put them by my desk for now. thank you, again,” you pecked his cheek.

“of course,” the boy was glad you liked them and he was glad he decided on getting them the other day because the smile on your face was so worth it after spending an hour at the store trying to pick them out.

“okay, we’re gonna head out now. we’ll be back later,” you called to maya who threw up a thumbs up.

“have fun! don’t get too drunk.”

you went back down the elevator and then out of the building where you latched your arm with mack’s. he rubbed your hand and leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“it’s not far from here,” you explained as you led the way.

“i’ve never been to one of these before,” the boy admitted a bit nervously.

“don’t worry, it’s so chill. you’ll get to meet some of my sorority sisters, we’ll eat, dance, drink some, and then we can leave whenever,” you explained and it eased some of mack’s nerves a bit more hearing you explain it. as much as he appreciated samy’s brief explanation, he also liked hearing it come from your lips too.

the two of you came up on one of the college bars in the area. it was already blasting music that could be heard from outside. macklin followed you inside where you were immediately greeted with security to check your ids. you both got little x’s on your hands meaning neither of you were 21. mack’s gaze flicked around the space that was dimly lit and pumping base through his bones.

“omg, y/n, hey!” a girl greeted you.

“hi jen, you look gorgeous!” you admired your friend’s dress.

“no you do! is this your boyfriend?” she turned her attention to mack.

“yes, this is macklin,” you gripped his arm again and the boy managed a tiny smile.

“nice to meet you. i’m jen, the sorority president. come on in. we have food in the back and drinks at the bar so get whatever,” jen explained.

you quickly led macklin to the back because you were starving. the boy watched you take a plate so he copied whatever you did. you laughed at his behavior.

“don’t be so nervous, mack.”

“sorry. just getting used to it all,” he said. he’d never been into a bar before because he wasn’t old enough first of all and if he was caught underage drinking he’d definitely get a mean punishment from his coach.

“it’s okay. it’s overwhelming, but i’m right here remember,” you assured and some of the worries eased hearing you say that. macklin offered a grateful smile as he followed your lead with the food and then followed you to a seat.

you sat with some other girls and their dates which got all of you quickly talking. the more you talked, the more comfortable macklin became and flushed when a few people recognized him as a hockey player. being next to you made him feel a lot more comfortable too. seeing you look so calm and content helped him do the same and by the time you were done eating, he was having a full conversation with some of the guys without you involved.

“let’s get pictures!” one girl exclaimed when she came around with her camera.

you pulled mack up. he eagerly wrapped his arm around your waist, the two of you smiling wide as the flash went off—almost blinding you guys because it was so bright and the room was so dark.

“aw, you guys look adorable,” the girl spun the camera around so you could see the preview. macklin quickly kissed your cheek.

“i love it, thanks,” you said.

you guys ventured back towards the center of the dance floor to start dancing along with the others. macklin was big on getting to dance, so he took full advantage, urging you to join his energy. you giggled at the way he bounced on his feet and pulled out his best dance moves for you.

when everyone started coming onto the floor, it got warm fast so the brunette lost his suit jacket leaving him in just his dress shirt that was almost halfway unbuttoned by now. his arms were around your waist, the two of you swaying to the beat and being in your own world together.

any anxiety the rookie felt earlier had completely disappeared being in the center of the dance floor with you. all that mattered to him was you in his arms as he spun you around.

“did i tell you how gorgeous you look?” the boy leaned in closer as he spoke over the music.

“you did, yes,” you grinned.

“well i’ll tell you again. you look gorgeous. prettiest girl here,” his words earned a bright blush on your cheeks.

“you’re too sweet, mack.”

“i’m serious, y/n/n. you’re beautiful,” he leaned in closer, still wanting that kiss he hadn’t gotten yet. you saw his request and closed the gap.

the two of you shared a sweet kiss, not caring that there were others around you or watching. your lips felt like heaven against the hockey player’s. he never wanted to let you go, but forced himself to to get some air back into his lungs.

“i could kiss you forever,” he mumbled.

“me too,” and you reconnected your lips for another quick kiss. mack’s hands wandered a bit lower towards your hips and then swiping over your ass. a giggle left your lips at his behavior.

“we should save this for the dorm,” you smiled while directing him away for now. a little pout appeared, but he understood and let you go.

the music picked up again and it had him spinning you around once more. because all of his focus was on hockey growing up, the brunette’s never had an experience of going to an end of the year dance or prom or anything, so he was glad he was getting to make this up with you right now.

as the night winded down, you and macklin decided to leave. he threw his suit jacket over your shoulders for the quick five minute walk back to your dorm. you appreciated his gesture, tugging it closer to your body to hide yourself from the semi-cold evening temperatures.

“thanks for coming tonight,” you smiled as you rode the elevator.

“of course. i had a lot of fun. thanks for bringing me,” mack returned your smile.

“i’m glad you did. better get ready for next semester,” you teased a bit and mack’s heart swelled just a little bit at the idea of coming back to your formal because that meant you wanted him enough to stick around for the next one.

he knew what you two had meant a lot to both of you, but sometimes he got in his head just a little bit wondering if he was good enough for you or not enough because he was some big shot hockey player and he knew what everyone thought about hockey players. he worried he wasn’t the one for you even though you were 100% the one for him. he knew it from the day he met you, so hearing you say that made him burst with joy.

maya wasn’t in the dorm, probably taking the hint that you guys wanted the room to yourselves. macklin was glad because he wanted to continue that kissing you guys were doing earlier.

he watched you hang up his suit jacket like you did every time he brought his suits with him and kick your shoes off. he followed suit and then didn’t waste another second bringing your lips to his again.

that urge he’s had all night only got stronger the more he kissed you. you reciprocated all of his actions and unspoken wants, pulling your hand through his pretty brunette locks and running your hand down his chest.

“i love you,” the boy mumbled between kisses.

“i love you,” you breathed.

he found your gaze for a second, wondering if this was right. wondering if you were sure about him. his thoughts were answered though when you grabbed ahold of his face to kiss him again and lead him to your bed.

needless to say, all of his anxieties were eased by the end of the night and the love he had for you had never been bigger.

[horrorosier]

bisous cerise vanille

wolfstar | teen & up | 1882 words

A bottle is spun, feelings are running wild, and all the kisses are sweeter than the last.

in honor of being part of @marauderssecretsanta here is my little present for @simp-for-fiction <3 i had such a wonderful time writing such a sweet, gentle piece about these two boys. happy holidays to you, avi and everyone else, too <3

[stevethehairington]

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MacksDramaticShenanigans

“Oh, hey, green this time,” Buck’s voice filters in as he swings around the corner of the railing. “What flavor is that? Watermelon or green apple?” He doesn’t pause to let Eddie answer though. “Or maybe strawberry? Although, I think Haribo are the only ones that do that. S’weird though, don’t you think? Strawberry isn’t green, it should be red.”

Eddie, who hasn’t looked up from his book — he’s mastered the art of splitting his attention, by now — snorts and curls his hand into a fist. The ring pop is lodged halfway down his middle finger, a little tight around the knuckle but secure. He stretches his arm out towards Buck, a silent offering.

Buck brightens and veers towards Eddie’s side of the couch. His fingers wind around Eddie’s wrist to steady it and he draws Eddie’s hand up, ducking down halfway to meet it.

He hums delightedly, as he gets his answer.

[read on ao3]

inspired by this post by the lovely @buckdiazlafd.

celeste, this fic is for you!! ty for letting me play in your sandbox, i hope i did your idea justice!! 💕💕

[brahmsthirdracket]

codependent baby sharks 🦈 🦈

“Will.”

“Hmm.” 

“Will.” Mack nudges Will’s side with his foot. Will rolls his head against the tub, sinking a little lower into the hot water. He’s loose-limbed and warm all over, and if he could tune Mack out Will thinks he could fall asleep like this. But Mack’s big toe is insistently seeking out the most ticklish parts of Will’s ribs. He opens one eye and glares. 

“What?’

“Do you think we’re weird?”

Will opens his other eye. Mack’s worrying the scab on his lip again. Will kicks him gently. 

“Knock it off. No, we’re not weird.” A pause. “Who thinks we’re weird?”

“I dunno.” Mack runs his teeth along his bottom lip. Will frowns. He’s gonna reopen it if he carries on. “The vets, maybe.”

Will shrugs. They got two points apiece tonight and right now he can’t bring himself to care. The bath had been Mack’s idea - one of many steps in his highly complicated bedtime routine - but Will’s willing to admit it's actually pretty sweet. Not out loud of course. “You want me to do your back?” 

Mack visibly brightens, cheeks flushed pink from the water and wet hair going every which way. ”Yeah,” he says, leaning forward so Will can rub a soapy washcloth up and down his back, careful to avoid the red marks on one side - perils of the tap end - and the usual smattering of multicoloured bruises. 

“C’mon dude,” Will nudges him upright when Mack drops his forehead to Will’s shoulder with a sleepy sigh. “Water’s gonna get cold.” He hops out, lightheaded for a moment from the steam and wraps a towel around his waist; reaches back down by Mack’s ass to find the plug and pull it out. Mack’s a little unsteady too, his limbs always noodly after a postgame bath. He lets Will help him over the edge and into one of the huge hotel towels. 

“Mmph.” Mack smiles when Will uses the corner of the towel to dry his face, giggling when it’s dragged back and forth over his head.

They putter around in companionable silence, getting changed and brushing their teeth side by side, and leaving a trail of wet towels to trip over in the morning. Will pisses while Mack sets up his white noise app. 

“Watch something?”

It’s a little tricky to position a laptop in a way that they can both see it and be comfy in bed, but they wriggle and readjust; pull the top sheet out from where it’s tucked under the mattress and toss half the pillows on the floor and eventually Will ends up slumped with his head against Mack’s chest. He’s got just enough baby fat still to make a decent pillow, Will decides, tugging the comforter up.

“They’re weird.” Mack says halfway through his narration of the second episode, fingers looping absently through Will’s chain. “We’re normal, and they’re weird for thinking we’re weird.” 

“You tell ‘em bud,” Will mumbles, and lets his own white-noise machine lull him to sleep.

[sleepymccoy]

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