#natemac

[callsign-bubbles]

i am in absolute shambles.

[girlfriendline]

sid turning into a blushing schoolgirl around nate as per

all star skills || 2.2.24

[pucktyreshannism]

nate i swear to god-

[ijustdontlikepeople]

NateMac saying gay rights at 16

[pierremcguire]

why is natemac so shippable? why do narratives just weave arround him. if i asked you to name a natemac relationship right now, you probably had one come to mind immediately. but is it the same as the next person reading this?

[liliumspinis]

some of my favorite nathaniel silly little angry girlie moments

[postseasons]

nm29 x don't swallow the cap

[waterproofjoy]

this is natemac. to me.

[annieqattheperipheral]

Someone pls. Where is this from?? from the background its clearly an avs hosted interview. The link is no longer available😭 why is he being so open and vulnerable here why is he admitting teenager him walked around scared and doomed by his own self. The question must've been like if you weren't a hockey player what would you be, or what else were you good at, what else were you considering, or even maybe do you have any advice for kids and he was all oh I'm not a good example etc etc

eta: 😞

[happer08]

Pretty

@fallinallincurls​ I promised this fic months ago and then lost all motivation to be a person so!

Nate had been different since he won the cup. A little less intense and softer on the edges. He seemed calm this off-season, more so than in past years. Time back home was good for him too. He liked to spend as much time at the house at the lake, near Sid, as possible.

Nate golfed a lot more this off-season than last, too, leaving early in the morning kissing you on the cheek before going and coming back a few hours later, his neck and face a little red from the sun and a blinding smile ready to talk about his round. And to gloat about beating Sid. It was another day like the rest. Nate woke you enough to tell you he was leaving, then came home to shower before settling onto the couch, laying his head in your lap, sighing, and getting comfortable. “How was your round baby?” you asked, rubbing your thumb over his forehead toward his temple. “It was okay, I shot kinda high, but we played with a few new guys who are in town to train,” Nate murmured with his eyes closed. Sid kept setting up early morning tee times, and they were starting to get to him. You admired the man lying in your lap for a few seconds letting your fingers wander over your face, tracing down his nose a few times, your thumb catching the corner of his lips. Nate made a content sound, lips pressing together a little before he slowly opened his eyes. “How was your day, honey?” He asked as you cupped his chin “Good, boring” Nate gave a soft smile, his eyes focusing on you. There was a long comforting pause between you two. You knew you were always invited to go with him and Sid; it was a long-standing silent offer. “What's going through that pretty head of yours?” Nate whispered. “Just thinking you're pretty,” you whispered back. Nate went a little wide-eyed, his breathing stopped a little. “W-what?” he asked, shocked. “I think you're pretty,” you repeated mindlessly, rubbing down the bridge of his nose with a light touch of your finger. Nate went quiet as soon as you noticed you stopped touching his face. “Did I say something wrong?” you asked, a hint of nervousness in your voice, hoping Nate didn't hear it. Nate sat up, sitting next to you. “No one has ever told me that,” He whispered, grabbing your hand. “Really?” you asked, rubbing your thumb over the top of his hand. Nate shook his head, eyes focused between your thigh and the couch cushion. Then he shrugged. “Nate,” You spoke softly, “Can you look at me?” His eyes lifted, and you watched his pupils dilate just a little as he focused on you. “You are very pretty, and I am very lucky I get to call you that” You smiled softly as his fingers twitched in your hand. “I like it,” he whispered. “D-do you think you could add that to the list of things you like to call me?” he asked. You nodded in response. “Wanna lay back down?” Nate moved slowly, his head resting on the pillow of your thighs. “I love you.” “Love you too, pretty boy.” Nates' cheeks turned pink as his lips picked up in a soft, content smile. You were definitely adding that to the list.

[girlfriendline]

embarrassing honestly

all star skills || 2.2.24

[tblueger]

nate this was. so unnecessary.

[ijustdontlikepeople]

Nathan MacKinnon 🙌 Aesthetic as requested by @plethoriall for emoji edits

[fishyy-fish]

Untitled Sidnate Fic Sneak Peak

Tbh it’s probably gonna be called Maneater because I’ve been on a Nelly Furtado kick lately and I’m allergic to naming fics anything except song titles/lyrics.

Sneak peak under here because it’s horny in spirit, not in practice. The spirit is willing but the author cannot write anything more than tenderhorny allegories for smut.

I can do this, he thinks as he pushes his palms and the balls of his feet into the thick spongey foam of his mat and breaths in and out slowly, I survived the 2016-2017 season so I can survive playoffs and living with Sid.

Twenty minutes later, Nate is forced to rethink that. Sid must hear the yoga video stop, has to know that Nate finally feels calm enough to not think of bending Sid over the nearest surface in his house and fucking a baby in to him at all times, because he comes into the gym to do his work out. He walk into the room and Nate’s jaw drops because Sidney’s wearing the shortest shorts Nate has ever seen and a tight t-shirt that pulls across his bulky shoulders and pecks. Nate lets out a low whistle (he’s only human, ok?). “It’s lululemon,” Sid says, before heading to Nate’s weights. “It sure is, bud,” Nate says, unapologetically staring at Sid’s ass and thighs as he bends over to look at the kettle bells Nate has.

Nate blames Marchy. He doesn’t know how, he doesn’t know when, he doesn’t know why, but Marchy had found out about their summer thing two years ago, and had become hell bent on torturing Nate since then. Clearly, Marchy had upped his level of sadism to previously unknown highs for the league’s little ball of hate. Maybe he was worried that the Aves would meet the Bruins in the finals, so he decided to send Nate to an early grave and prevent that. Nate would be pissed, but also if Sid’s ass is the view as he dies, who is Nate to complain?

[liliumspinis]

I am unwell

[amandamac89]

Just a causal photo dump