#mack plays ask

[wimble-thimble]

deimos (and sanford)

#madcom #madness combat #madness combat fanart #madness combat deimos #madness combat sanford #i like to think that deimos is stupid good at hand games #ask him to play miss mary mack and he speeds up tenfold #wimb art

[bolly--quinn]

Sometimes I wonder if the only reason Rick cares so much about Diane is because he couldn't replace her if he tried. After all, he already replaced Beth and doesn't care about changing universes and leaving her behind, so he kinda takes her for granite

yeah I wonder if Diane hadn't been wiped out across the multiverse if he'd just shack up with an abandoned one tbh (maybe??) but he definitely takes Beth for granite and I'm sick of it anon lol

#me when I watch Rick and Morty knowing full well that he's a bad dad and then he shows he's a bad dad and I'm shocked: 😡 #like i kinda play myself don't i anon #rick and morty #rick sanchez #diane sanchez #asks #the ep made me so mad anon because being a beth fan is literally betting on losing dogs at all time #also morty thinks rick is SUCH a fboi that a woman's husband and child just died and he's trying to mack ????? pathetic lmao

[riding-palominos-every-day]

in response to your last post; mack thoughts, maybe?

Mack is my favourite of the Brooklyn newsies in London totally not just Lindsay bias. She used to be tied for this with Lucky, but since Lucky was cut Mack now rules that spot solo.

She's got possibly the most detailed backstory of the girls: Jeanie MacDonald emigrated from Scotland with her family to New York for farming opportunities. When their farm didn't work out, the family moved further into the city and Jeanie started selling newspapers. She doesn't like her name though, so she goes by Mack.

Her outfit is great visual storytelling for her backstory. She wears overalls, commonly worn by farmers, and has her hair held back from her face with a ribbon. I don't think Mack has any brothers, as if she did it's more likely they'd be helping with physical labour work in that time period.

My headcanon is that she's the oldest of three girls, helping her pa out in the fields and tending to the animals. When the family had to move into the city, she took the initiative to find work; specifically a job that let her stay outdoors.

She's the voice of reason in Brooklyn. She talks Spot down from attacking Jack further at the rally, indicating she's level-headed and not as impulsive as some of her friends. Perhaps she even considers Jack a friend, she's very enthusiastic when calling for him and steps in quickly to defend him from Spot.

I think Mack's quite high up in Brooklyn's hierarchy. Spot's obviously in charge, and depending on actors either Lucky, Stray or Ritz seem to be closest to her, implying they're possibly her second. But given Mack can both argue back to Spot and Spot will listen, she's clearly well-respected.

#mack my beloved <33 #I'm writing a story from Brooklyn's POV and Mack's gonna play a big role. imo she's the kid Spot sends to say Brooklyn's joining the strike #newsies #mack newsies #asks

[detectiverickitubbs]

"you think you can get away with that?" from mack

Though a SMILE is the first response gifted, it is MOST sinister - almost SHARKISH in nature. "I don't have to think," Cooper smoothly hazards to reply. She savors the taste of a bitter wine upon the bridge of her tongue. "I KNOW I WILL, Because I already HAVE." A pause.

"You won't believe my resume." Flirtatious eyes flash upwards, honing in on his like HEAT-seeking missiles. "Why? Don't you BELIEVE me, mon?" She leans into his personal space as she issues the minor challenge. Pushing buttons is HALF the fun. "You going to do something about it?"

@retrograderesemblance

#answered ask #Hostile Cooper has come to PLAY XDD poor Mack. I apologize XDDD #retrograderesemblance

[valiant-au-save-slot-a]

✂️ - What kind of thing would have your OC cut someone out of their life? How likely are they to let someone back in?

🎭 - Does your OC show different sides of themselves to different people?

🩺 - Does your OC accept help easily? Are they willing to admit when they need help?

💡 - How does your OC enact plans? Do they plan down to the smallest details, or do the wing it?

🌋 - What’s your OCs temper like? Are they a slow boil, or an instant explosion? (For both uwu)

OwO Oh boysie oh boysie! Gonna put it under a cut cuz it's gonna be l o n g

✂️

Crowley: It honestly takes a lot for him to cut someone out of his life. Even if you betray his trust and break past his established boundaries, he's pretty easily forgiving (though he might stew on it for a bit).

Mack: Similarly to Crowley, betrayal is one of the things that will make him come for your throat. But unlike his partner, Mack's much more, uh, cut and dry about how he shows his displeasure. Insubordination is a surefire way to find yourself running from an axe wielding maniac in the middle of the fields.

🎭

Crowley: Oh absolutely! This was going to be longer but I wanna leave SOME mystery here 🙄 He's got a very prevalent Public Personality that he puts on during his on the clock hero work. Very friendly, smiley, prepared and happy to help anyone and everyone in need of his assistance. He's a bit #quirky, and people usually chalk his antics up to something being deeply wrong with him but his nuttiness is not something to be bothered about. He's just... Like That™️. But despite the overall goofiness and dumbing down of his capabilities that he puts on, those closer to him will know that he's rather smart and thoughtful. Genuinely a kind-hearted guy despite his social awkwardness and somewhat lack of self-awareness. He treats his significant others well and goes out of his way to make sure that they know he cares about them deeply (comes off a bit obsessive sometimes!). He's very sweet on the few people he's let into his life like that. It used to be a bigger problem, but he's always got HUGE walls up when it comes to sharing personal information. He was taught that anything that can show weakness in him can and will be exploited in order to bring his downfall. Deep down, he's paranoid, extremely self-critical, and kinda tortured? Dude's got some issues, but thanks to a lot of shoving for it (from his Rachael especially), he's finally going to therapy to work through the horrors he's witnessed and been a victim of in life. BASICALLY he's several layers of hot mess and THIS is the short version of it!

Mack: THIS ONE WILL BE SHORTER! Mack is overall pretty even keel looking. Kinda monotone, often found with his eyes half-lidded and not a thought between those pretty brown eyes. But he's the biggest bad in the kingdom that he and Crowley call home, and it's not a surprise why. He's a silver-tongued devil, cold and intimidating. A twisted and angry fella who lives for the philosophy of literally eating the rich. He seems to take great pleasure in the suffering of those he deems worthy of his judgement. Buuuuut... Catch him doing farm work and you wouldn't think he's the same guy. Yeah, his empire literally rests beneath his farm and all the surrounding land is owned by him, but he seems to enjoy the simplicity of it all. Friends and family would know him for being a bit hard to read (sociopathic traits n' all), but he shows that he's more humble than the villain title would let on. He's typically a man of few words, lest you get him in a rant about his philosophies on the state of the world or something... Despite having a low ability to emphasize with people, he does show that he cares about the people closest to him and will not hesitate to end someone if they even look at them wrong. Also he's a momma's boy which is great cuz he has 2 of 'em ;)

🩺

Crowley: Absolutely not. He's pretty headstrong about the "I'm the only one capable enough to help myself" kinda thing. It's taken nearly a decade of him working as a pro hero to even allow apprentices and leaning a bit on his coworkers. It doesn't come naturally for him since he's been raised and trained to be extremely independent. It often plays to his downfall.

Mack: He's got a whole empire of evildoers under his chain of command. The man's got no problem divvying up and delegating things he can't do himself to those more capable. If you impress him too, he won't be shy about telling you either.

💡

Crowley: He is CONSTANTLY making plans. In fact, he has several journals in his home dedicated to jotting down any and every worst case scenario he may encounter in his work and daily life. Is that healthy? Probably not. Though when his plans don't work out exactly as they should, he's pretty good about adapting and overcoming (but would have preferred things to be a bit more controlled despite the chaotic nature of his whole personality). Sometimes you just gotta say "FUCK IT, NEW PLAN" and make it up as you go!

Mack: Mack has to have his plans laid out pretty clearly in order to get anything done properly for his work. He runs a pretty tight ship, but he himself is fine with winging things. Doesn't matter how it gets done, just get it done.

🌋

Crowley: It honestly depends on the day for Crowley! If it comes out loud and explosive, that's actually the better of the options. It's when he simmers and drops all the goofiness of his general facade and lets you know he's angry... That's when you're in trouble. Also it's pretty easy to see when he's angry even if he's just got a customer service smile on. Fella's gold eyes get rings in them with shifts in his mood and when those bad boys are filled with 'em, you're getting on his nerves.

Mack: Mack's anger is fucking ICY. He doesn't blow up often at all, but he's very good at letting you know when he's displeased. If he looks at you and quietly tells you to run, then you better pray that your heels can kick up enough dust to let you get away with your life.

#crowley || [bird brain] #mack || [the butcher] #ask meme #WOWWIE A LOT! #I feel like I could've done more but I shortened it. Been playing these 2 for like.... 5 years? And they're complicated lol #Oh and for clarification #Crowley is the hero of the kingdom while Mack is the villain and they're 100% married lmfao

[lonelyquail]

oh goodness! hi vee! i know its a little bit late, but can I ask for 6 on your oc ask game?

wowie zowie hi person who Definitely isnt just me on anon!!! i absolutely can thank you for asking!!!

so thats my guy chucklefuck and ive been looping this song for a WHILE so its their song now!!

i know for a fact i have Not gotten the chance to talk about chucklefuck here so im gonna be using this as an excuse to talk about them a bunch! basically theyre. best adapted to be a ttrpg campaign character, for one. but theyre a spy bot created by The Main Oppressive Regime to mislead their peers, as well as spy on them and report back. so basically if i played them id be rolling bluff checks every 5 seconds because of their other main gimmick: they think theyre the funniest bitch in the world. see to avoid suspicion they elect to play under the "beep boop, i am a robot" facade. this is Incredibly fucking funny to them bc. yknow the gags where a robot character will do some faux pas or embarrass another character in the party but its not like they Meant to they didnt know any better. well. yeah this guy definitely knew better and they are Living It Up.

im not gonna explain their whole Deal but i will say that i think they Will eventually get found out bc they cant bullshit forever and thats where i think the song fits bc they kindaaa. only exist to be in service of CapitalismCorp Incorporated and havent had enough freedom ever to really think of this as a Bad thing really. theyve got this Delight at watching the world burn and they know that includes them but they sure don't care! why would they?

#they are kinda highly variable bc again they work best in a group and i sure dont have enough ocs to make that happen #so if i ever found a techy enough ttrpg id Jump at the chance to adapt them to that #because i aaaam obsessed with them a bit #btw for the million dollar question their name is not actually chucklefuck #a big Thing abt them is that they do not have a name save for a serial number (gasp vee making a character with name shenans???) #and id probably just ask the other players to name them #which is risky but it cant be any worse than chucklefuck #i thought itd be fun if by the time they get found out theyve already internally flipped allegiances but like thats again variable #and if they get found out before that we'd have a cool fun villain moment for them #so its a win win either way #i do think that being in a group is good for them though especially being given a name (given that it doesnt suck) #bc they are lackadaisy about their own self worth so i think itd be fun to see them being treated somewhat like a person #and having a heh wow you all are Dumb internal moment but cant say theyre not touched by it #eh anyway this one specifically is very variable. i wish i had more friends so i could play them #i need more antagonistic ocs i have 2. maybe 2.5 mack is an antagonist from any pov that isnt his #also they get to be in a fun corner next to morty and hero where i have no goddamn clue what they look like and im in hell #i do want them to have an eye motif though bc theyre the only concept rn i think i can make have one #shrugs. shrugs. #also yes i did message myself I REALLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT MY GUY!! #vee shut up #blorbos from my brain

[emphistic]

What is Love?

Picking Yuuji up from school was not a rare occurrence. On the other hand, picking Yuuji up from school while accompanied by Sukuna was a rare occurrence.

Kids are flocking to you like birds, asking if you were Yuuji's mom, and who that creepy man next to you was — this all reminded said creepy man about why this was a rare occurrence, and how it should stay one.

The final straw for Sukuna snaps when a little boy, probably around Yuuji's age, approaches you with his hands behind his back. "Hi, you are very pretty. Can I be your boyfriend?"

You looked a bit taken aback, before remembering this was a kid talking to you, and kids could be quite . . . odd. "Um, thank you! You are very sweet, but, I already have a boyfriend."

Sukuna smirks to himself, a smug expression painted on his face.

"That's okay. I have two girlfriends; you can have two boyfriends," the kid giggled. "He doesn't have to know."

At this, Sukuna glares at the little boy, fully prepared and ready to beat him up, but he halted, as you placed a coaxing hand on his arm.

"Umm—"

"Here!" The boy shoved a daffodil into your hands, it was covered in dirt and had a few missing pedals.

"Oh! This is—"

"I picked it up from over there," he pointed a little finger across the school. "It's pretty. And you're pretty. So it's for you! Hehe, pretty flower for pretty lady."

Just then, Yuuji came running out of the school's doors — backpack aggressively shaking and threatening to fall off of his little arms — and into your arms, well . . . legs actually. But he demanded to be in your arms.

"Up! Up!"

"Okay, Yuuji." You hoisted him up and he immediately went to bury his face into your neck, calming down from his hyper-ness when he breathed in your perfume.

"How was school, baby?"

"It was so fun! I missed you though." You felt Yuuji frown in your neck.

"Aww, well I'm here now. Let's go home, kay? Then we can make up for the time you missed me, how about that?" You rubbed Yuuji's back.

"Okay!"

Unfortunately for the other boy that was still staring up at you — and now Yuuji, too — he was long forgotten by you. Your full attention now on Yuuji.

When the pink-haired kid is finally in the car, after wrestling to not be strapped down by the seatbelt, he immediately goes to working on an assignment. Strange, you thought, looking back at him through the rear-view mirror. Yuuji hates homework.

This continues when you three get back to the apartment. Yuuji immediately slips off his shoes and takes off to his bedroom, assignment and pencil pouch in hand.

You turn to looked at Sukuna, "I thought he wanted to play first?"

Sukuna shrugged, not knowing what his brother was up to, "He's a weirdo, you know that."

You frowned, "I'm bored."

"I know a way to pass the time."

An hour later, you exit your shared bedroom — planning to start on dinner — just to find notes and drawings all over the apartment. On the floor, in the potted plants, on the coffee table, shoved in crevices on the couch, everywhere.

Picking up a few piece of paper, you find yourself reading:

"Deer Y/N,

You are so nise to me.

You are very good at macking food.

I love you!"

"You are so amazing!"

"I love you so mutch!"

"Y/N is good and nise and prety."

Some drawings even depicted you and Yuuji holding hands.

While eating dinner, you decided to question a very smiley and giggling Yuuji, to find out that he had an assignment to show his appreciation to someone he loved.

Most of the notes were only directed to you, but some of the drawings had Sukuna too. The rest of the evening, Yuuji spent telling you and Sukuna how much he loved you guys. Quietly, and going unnoticed by Yuuji and you, Sukuna reciprocated his brother's affection.

A/N: loosely based on this ask — this was supposed to be wayyyy shorter, but i got a bit carried away

Taglist: @starlets-things @sad-darksoul @mochimoee @r0ckst4rjk @lillycore @deepchromatose @yinyinyinyinyinyin @fivehoneyharg @desihopelessromantic @lich1 @hannas16 @acroso

#sukuna x reader #ryomen x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #sukuna fluff

[nc-vb]

DONT FORGET ROT FOR THE MALE MOANING AUDIOS

My dear, I'm going to use this ask of yours as a catalyst... All of my personal favourite ASMRs, vids, etcetera... beneath the cut. Not all of them are only male moaning! Literally just all my faves I've collected LOL.

Links will not only be audios; a majority of them are videos.

Links will be from any of the following: Twitter, the Hub, Audiomack, Soundgasm, and likely other sites, so be prepared because they're not labeled, lol. And sorry if any of the links are repeated; my bad.

BUT YES, THE MALE MOANING AUDIOS UGH 😮‍💨

BLUE TEXT MEANS NEW LINKS HAVE BEEN ADDED.

Links with sparkles are my personal faves.

Edited, more added July 21, 2023

CerberosVA Now, if y'all like your man extremely vocal, if you like whimpering, or lowkey, you like the whole subby bf thing, PLEASE, THIS MAN, I cannot recommend his shit enough. He's on twt, the hub, probably the mack; please support his official work on Patreon, if you can.

x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x

softxwarm (hub) This guy does both asmr and stuff with his girlfriend, but his solo ASMRs are pretty coo'. I'll just share my top three since you can just sift through his videos, anyway.

one (video; solo) | two (video; solo) | three (video; solo)

moonxx911 (twt) ANYTHING by this man. I won't even both being specific; I listen to his shit on repeat, rotated.

Akiradubs (hub) He mostly does character dub audios, but he has some simpler ones that I enjoy, like this one.

one (audio, gn!; sub male, ig?)

RedactedASMR I haven't gotten so deep into the lore of it, but Redacted has a whole series of ASMRs that tell long ass stories, so if you have the time, I recommend searching him out. I believe most of them are on YouTube? Personally, Lasko is my favourite (he's so cute with the stuttering, ughhhh). I'm just going to link my personal Redacted playlist I've started, rather than link specific ones. You can find him on more platforms, but I don't think his n/sfw ASMRs are on Youtube... idk.

ncvb RedactedASMR playlist (the mack)

SeikyuuVA (hub; also on the mack) Look, Seikyuu isn't everyone's flavour... there's only a couple specific ones I enjoy, just because he really goes over the top with the sounds and aggression sometimes, LMAO, and it gives me second hand embarrassment...

Lxvesickk (twt) Just found him, hehe. Just listen…

WickLuvsU (twt) His audios are... immaculate.

X | X (play these both at the same time... you're welcome.)

Video Links, general

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 ✨ | 19 | 20

21 | 22 ✨ | 23 ✨ | 24 | 25 ✨ | 26 | 27 | 28 ✨ | 29 ✨| 30 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 ✨| 36 ✨| 37 | 38 | 39 ✨| 40 ✨

41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 (mmf✨)| 46 (aud✨)|

Video Links, mlm

I had to put these links in a separate post because I reached Tumblr's 100 link-per-post limit? Didn't know that was a thing. So, please find them here! There's about 80+ links.

Video Links, wlw

1 | 2 | 3

Characters Like, the fake dubs. I dunno what they're called.

Hanma Shuji (hub, audio; Akiradubs) Zhongli (hub, audio; Akiradubs) Akira/Joker (hub, audio; Seikyuu) Take this Audiomack link, too; it's my other personal playlist that has a shit ton of character ASMR dubs on it, and then some...

I'll have more to add along the way; keep an eye on the update date!

#twt links #asmr #n/sft asmr #n/sfw asmr #idk what else to tag this? #male moan #voice kink #✦ nice chats. #priya<333 #✦ nc vb.

[hoesformatt]

SAUVAGE

chris smut, Y’ALL KNOW WHERE I GOT THIS IDEA

dom!chris • poc!reader friendly

not-proofread

contains: oral (m!receiving), pet names, sloppy kissing, teasing, no use of y/n, lots of touching/groping, spanking, over the counter sex?!?!?

word count: 0.9k

Chris was rushing himself to leave the house in the fear of Nick blowing up at him for being late. Again, he grabbed his black Prada wallet from his dresser before pacing around his room searching for his favourite fragrance.

Flipping his room to find his Dior Sauvage on the bedside table, he spritzed it across his shirt and jacket then to his wrists rubbing together and leaving some on his neck.

Chris ran downstairs towards the door looking through the peephole to see if his Uber was outside.

“Baby come here, come give me a kiss” I approached him at the door, wrapping my arms over Chris’ shoulders and his arms on my waist. I slipped my face into the nook of neck smelling the scent masked on his skin.

He lightly kissed my cheek just sliding his hands down my back before pacing away from me. “Mama I need to go right now” I refused to let go of his body enjoying the aroma, he smelt fucking amazing and I didn’t want to.

“No baby stay here with me” I begged Chris, I needed to take him in a room and fuck the sleeves of him. Chris’ fragrance is so attractive. I pushed up on his body and feeling up on him also marking up his neck, which the spot quickly turned a purple/red-ish color. “What’s gotten into you?” He pulled back to ask.

“Chris, you smell really good, it’s turning me on” I answered, “Right now? Baby I need to go” He began to complain but I still macked around his jawline, quiet whiny moans leaving his lips. “Mmm, Mama my ride is here, I needa go”

I glance down for half a second to locate the zip of his jeans, unzipping them to yanking it down by the slightest to palm his large bulge “Chris please” This time he didn’t defy me but meshed my lips with his lifting my chin up towards him.

His back hit the front door and I locked it behind him, our saliva mixed with one other as he slipped his tongue into my mouth allowing me to taste him while I brought up knee to his hardness applying pressure to it “Ughh— Fuck” Chris’ lips drew back from mine as he moaned loudly.

I snuck my hand into his boxers touching his raw cock and rubbing him. Chris picked me up with his right hand supporting my ass, and his left wrapped over my waist before he set me on the kitchen counter and I continued to play with Chris’ cock. “Come on baby put your lips on it” I dragged the band of his boxers, tugging them down as I lower myself to my knees.

Chris held the base of his length forcing my lips open with his tip and pushing himself down my throat until he pulled out “Stick that tongue out mama” I stuck my tongue out for him to press and slap his dick on my tongue prior to holding my head to send his cock to hit the back of my throat.

He bobbed my head along his pulsing length non-stop without remorse making me gag on his dick. Chris’ cock was lubricated from his pre-cum and the wetness of my mouth helped him slide in-and-out. My throat was continuously being abused but to see Chris expression on his face, his cheeks were pattered red, lips a bright pink from biting down on them.

Chris’ head was thrown back as his moans and groans strained out, he was about to cum and couldn’t stop thrusting into me “Oh my fuckkk, baby I can’t— I— Shit” I felt his warm cum fall in-between my lips before he popped his dick out my mouth.

“Get up baby, you’re gonna feel this shit” He held me up to spin my around for my ass to be faced towards him as he pressed onto me and using his hand to guide me to bend over across the table.

Holding my hips he applied his tip to my throbbing entrance, anticipating for him to drop his dick into me. “Chris, just put it in” I whined desperately, “Patience mama.” Chris inserted within me, his length stroking upon my walls causing me to tighten over me.

He started off slow, arching my back while my ass clapped against his bare skin, “Chris, harder please, harderrr” I dragged my words because Chris was tearing my insides apart, hitting all the spots I didn’t think could be hit.

“So warm for me baby” My brain was full of lust, I couldn’t feel anything but his cock stretching me out. A sharp sting flowed along the side of ass and with the sound ripple throughout the kitchen. “Answer me princess”

“Y-yes daddy” I took everything in my to come up with a two-word sentence and lift my head. Chris’ thrusts were swift and direct making my legs tremble to the pleasure streaming down my body.

“Chris lemme cum, baby I needa cum—” He began to quicken his pace as our climaxes got closer “Yeah mama, cum on my cock” with his green light, I let go as he finished inside me; lowering his upper body to lay near my neck with his length still in me.

Heaving chests, hot breathes, and the smell of sex was what we were left with.

“I’m happy I stayed, round two?”

tags: @chrisenthusiast @miguelsangel @lunariaxzz @thesturniolos @angelic-sturniolos111 @littlebookworm803 @chrissturniolosbitch @leahsbussy @luv4kozume @alinaa131 @sturniolopowers @mattslolita @sturniofilmd @sturnioloooooo @mattsneezing @muwapsturniolo @strniohoeee @idkwhosnyla @nonamegirlxsturniolo @ka1nani @1800chokedathoe @fuzzycupcakebeliever @mattgirly

#chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fluff #christopher sturniolo #fan fiction #fan fic #sturniolo smut #smut #hoesformatt #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo

[princessmaybank]

Ride The Cowboy

Pairings: JJ x BestFriend!Fem!reader

Warnings: MDNI, riding, creampie

Summary: JJ got a new cowboy hat and reader has no idea about the rule.

Authors Note: I had a smut written for a request. It was JJ and reader with the cowboy hat rule but it got deleted! It was anonymous so I hope whoever requested this sees it and enjoys!!!

JJ found this random black cowboy hat at one of our shops in town. I didn't think he was serious when he said he wanted to buy it because it's not even his style.

Anyway he's been wearing it for a fucking week, trying to act all country and it's so fucking annoying. He has started using a country accent trying to be funny, but it was just so, so lame.

We were at the boneyard having the time of our lives. JJ and I were dancing together, giggling and having some normal fun, until he started talking like he was from Texas.

I was so fed up. I reached for his hat and threw it onto my head. "Look at me, I'm JJ, all I ever do is talk with an accent and twirl around in my cowboy hat!!" I said, very annoyed with a terrible attempt at a country accent.

JJ was staring at me in awe, which got the attention of our friend Pope, whose jaw went slack as well. Pope walked over and rested his arm on JJ's shoulder. "She doesn't know does she?" Pope looked at JJ with the most dead serious look I've ever seen. What the hell was he talking about???

"I don't think she does." He grinned and started laughing. His cheeks flushed red as he looked at his feet then back to Pope. "What are you talking about?!" I asked frantically. "Have fun cowboy." Pope said patting JJ's back while walking away. I give JJ a questioning look.

He got extremely close to my body, yet he was still towering over me. Damn this boy was tall. JJ took my hands in his. "You don't know the cowboy hat rule?" He asked smirking down at me. "These things have fucking rules too???" He giggled. "Yes but this one is probably the most important." Somehow he got closer, which was surprisingly not as uncomfortable as I thought. "What is it??" I asked getting annoyed because he was playing games at this point.

"Wear the hat, ride the cowboy."

His face never changed from that smug little smirk, but my eyes got wide. I hit his chest, he was my best friend. "No way Maybank, that's probably something you made up to get you laid." He grinned. "It's not I swear, if you don't believe me look it up."

Unfortunately I did, and he was right. It was some kind of sick joke. "Well I didn't know so it doesn't count!" I crossed my arms. "Hey, rules are rules baby." He was holding my hips now. Why were butterflies filling my stomach? I've never thought of JJ this way. It would be so wrong. "So is no pogue on pogue macking!" I say trying my hardest to find a way out of this, but of course he's ready for whatever I say. "First of all, John B and Sarah are right over there, basically eating each other's faces. Second of all, it's not macking, it's riding baby." He smiled to himself because he knew he won.

JJ walked us to the Twinkie, where we wouldn't be bothered. "You just want an excuse to fuck your best friend!" I say fighting the best I could. "I could say the same about you! I didn't tell you to steal my hat! And you're still wearing it!" He laughs so hard after he gets his sentence out. I was blushing when I quickly took his hat off and threw it at him.

I was hovering over him, very anxious. He had a huge grip on my hips. "We do not have to do this if you don't want to." He says while holding me up. "JJ, I'm already naked. Plus you said it, rules are rules." Before I could change his mind or my own, I started easing myself down onto his dick. JJ let out a slight hissing sound as I went lower. Not gonna lie, I did need to get fucked. It was probably why I found him so annoying this week.

JJ helped me move at a pace that made us both feel good. "Come here." He pulled me in with a motion of his finger. "Might as well break a rule while we're at it." He smirked before attaching his lips to mine. JJ sat up and put his back against the seat, never pulling out. I pulled his hands away from my hips and to my tits, making him squeeze them as I bounced on his dick all by myself. I couldn't believe I was riding my best friend.

"Fuck Y/N/N don't stop." Woah. JJ called me by my nickname while I was bouncing on his huge cock. How fucking hot. Can't believe I'm saying this but I think I'm catching feelings in the middle of all of this. "Fuck I'm cumming!" I yell as my body starts spasming, I feel his dick shoot his hot liquid into me after I was done. JJ pushed my hips up and down, helping us ride out our orgasms.

He started spooning me after I put my clothes back on and laid down. "JJ I don't wan-" Before I could finish he interrupted me. "Y/N, I can't handle it anymore. I need to be with you, especially now. Now that I've had a little taste of you, I don't think I could let you go and just continue being just your best friend." He was hovering over me now. "I was thinking the same thing." That made us both smile.

We popped up when we heard the side door slam open. "I'm assuming she followed the rules?" Pope giggled staring at JJ, making him giggle as well. They high fived as I rolled over to hide in JJ's chest.

#help me find who asked anon #jj maybank #outer banks #obx fic #rudy pankow smut #rudy pankow x reader #jj maybank smut #obx x reader #outer banks smut #jj maybank imagine #cowboy hat rule

[dmercer91]

perfect girl, ms25

in which mackie spends the day with the sophomores best girl (set last season, 18+!!)

i feel the need to apologize for this but alas i will not,

enjoy! (this is 2.4k words of porn with no plot. mackie samo the man that you are)

your legs were sprawled over marks lap when a knock on the door stole your attention, a small tap to your thigh the force that brought it back

“probably food for mackie. bring it to him for me, hm?” you nodded softly, sliding off him and standing up, heading towards the door.

you bent to grab the bag, nodding to mark to confirm it was food, and then heading upstairs towards mackie’s door.

you knocked softly, waiting for his hum of approval before opening the door and stepping in, but not moving towards the bed.

a movie played on his tv and he’d been laser focused on it before you’d come in.

“hi, mack. i brought you your food,” you murmured, his eyes scanning you before he sat up and patted his lap, grinning

“thank you, baby. c’mere,” he said, confirming he wanted you on him.

you closed the door gently, shuffling over to the side of his bed and setting down the food as you found your way to his side, not on his lap but your legs laid over his.

he opened his bag and pulled out his meal, getting a couple bites in before he moved his fork toward your mouth and you blushed

“i’m ok, thank you,” he tilted his head, fork remaining in place.

“have some, baby. s’ good,” he insisted, moving the fork closer and raising his eyebrow at you. you parted your lips, letting him feed you and nodding after you’d finished, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“good,” you confirmed, earning a satisfied chuckle from mackie.

“d’you wanna watch my movie with me, baby? or is mark wanting you back,” he asked, looking down at you while piling his last bite of food, cleaning up his takeout container and setting it on his bedside table.

“wanna stay with you,” you mumbled, looking up at him with a small smile.

mackie had always taken good care of you. they all did, but mackie especially.

mark gave you the most attention, but he could get rough and distracted. ethan was a little all over the place, and you had a hard time reading what kind of mood he’d be in.

luke, despite often allowing you to steal his bed and clothes, only truly used you when he was having it really tough. dylan was sweet to you, but you found him quiet and a little too tame, though you loved him outside of your alone time

mackie took his time- he knew how to use his words and he controlled you in a way that meant you’d be sated. like he was telling you what he wanted, but it was only ever for your benefit

so if you had been given the option to spend a few hours with him, you’d take it in a heartbeat.

he laid down, pulling at your waist so you’d join him, wrapping his arm around you fully once you’d settled with your back against his chest.

the movie played quietly while you dozed off in his arms, his fingers eventually finding their way to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up around your hips and then moving to the band of your panties

your body shifted, subconsciously allowing him to slip them off you and throw them the the floor.

“you think i can just slip right in, baby? you’re fuckin’ made for me, won’t need to get you ready, hm?” his words went in one ear and out the other, your dazed hum confirmation enough for him.

so, he did as he said, gliding the head of his cock along your core a few times before pressing into you, a shocked gasp immediately slipping from your lips as you blinked tiredness from your eyes.

“mack- nh. mackie, you-“ your eyes fluttered shut again when he adjusted, but then kept still, a soft chuckle echoing in your ear.

“there’s a good girl,” he cooed, watching in awe as you squirmed to adjust to him. “just wanted you to warm me, baby. gonna stay right there with me inside you,”

a sweet moan tumbled from your lips as his hand ghosted over your stomach, barely grazing the bulge he was causing.

your head leaned back against his shoulder, eyes wide looking up at his with tears collecting on your waterline.

“shh, baby,” he soothed his hands along your hips gently, kissing your temple as you tried to relax into him now that you’d almost adjusted “feel full?”

you gulped, nodding to his question. “yeah? y’ can feel me stretchin’ you? feels good?” he smirked, tilting your jaw so you’d continue to look at him.

“so good, mack.. n’ deep- so, so deep,” you babbled, a small whine following your words. you’d wanted so badly for him to move- rock his hips a little. but he said he wanted you to warm him, so you listened.

“such a patient baby girl. so perfect f’ me,” he whispered, a little dazed and lost in his own control over you- but still maintaining it.

“watch the movie, baby,” he released your jaw, nodding to the tv screen and kissing your temple sweetly. you nodded, trying to keep your attention centred on the plot and not the aching wish that he’d move- just give you a little friction.

his phone buzzed with a text from the sophomore group chat, and a smirk found it’s way back to his lips.

from, estapa: princess still up with you, samo?

from, samo: watching a movie

from, eddie: fuckin hog

mackie chuckled to himself, kissing your temple again and mumbling your name into your ear sweetly. you hummed, sparing him a glance before letting your eyes drift to his phone that he’d set in front of you.

“you wanna give them a little show, baby?” you furrowed your eyebrows, not clueing in to what he meant until he opened his camera and adjusted your legs so your knees were up to your chest.

you moaned at the movement, watching his phone carefully as he angled it to snap a picture of him seethed inside you, your grown arousal drooling from your centre and leaving shining spots on your inner thigh

“fuck. prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen. can i show them, baby? show them how good you take me?” you bit your lip, contemplating his request as he readied the picture to send and hovered over the blue arrow

“only the sophomores?” you looked up at him, lip still slid between your teeth, this time with question.

he nodded “only for us, baby,” you nodded gently, watching as the picture sent with the message he’d typed

from, samo: attachment, 1 image

from, samo: warming me like she’s made for it

from, estapa: jfc

from, estapa: she’s fucking perfect

from, lukey: how can u not be moving

from, lukey: i’d have broken as soon as i started

from, eddie: she’s always so good for you

from, duker: fuck me shes pretty

from, samo: show that to anyone and i cut your dicks off

mackie chuckled as you squeezed around him, flustered at the compliments and desperate for him to start moving

“please, mack, i’ve been so good,” you blurted, his head cocking to the side. “i know you have, baby. gotta be patient with me, though,”

you fought the urge to whine at his denial, instead nodding obediently and trying to focus once more on the movie that was playing. if you’d seen it before, you were too distracted to piece together what it actually was.

he smiled, peppering your neck and shoulders with kisses and gently adjusting his hips, your walls immediately fluttering around him and a breathy whine of his name falling from your lips

“i love those pretty noises you make,” he murmured, his hips starting to rock back and forth, slowly but hard and deep. you reached for his hands, planted on your waist, and squeezed his wrist, crying out from pleasure

“mackie, mackie, it feels so good,” you squeezed both his hand and his cock, leaning your head back on his shoulder with your eyes fluttered shut

he hummed in appreciation, kissing your temple but keeping focused on his thrusts, moving his hand to your belly once more and adding a little pressure

you tried to squirm away, your eyes opening to look up at his and beg, to no avail. “you’re okay, baby, i’ve got you. bet that feels like heaven, hm?” he cooed, watching as your eyes watered again from the pressure building in the pit of your stomach

you only moaned in response, keeping eye contact with him for as long as he stayed looking down at you- his soft gaze a contrast from how harsh his thrusts were.

“you feel so good, baby girl. makin’ me feel so good. n’ you’re behaving like a pretty angel for me, such a good girl,” he praised, bringing his free hand up to cup your face and watch as you flushed, nodding

“jus’ wanna be perfect for you, mack. wan- nh, wanna be your good girl,” you cried, stuttering as his hand pressed harder on your stomach.

he pressed a soft kiss to your nose, pulling his head back when you leaned in to kiss his lips. you whimpered, moving your hands from his wrist to tangle into his hair and try again.

he obliged, the hand on your chin moving down to rub circles on your clit. you moaned into the kiss, tugging at his hair a little while your body started to writhe

you clamped your legs around his hand, pulling away from the kiss to moan, try and warn him how close you were. all you could get our way was stutters of his name or profanity

“shhh, baby. i know, i’ve got you. you can go ahead,” he whispered, cooing sweet nothings into your ear as you fell apart, thighs twitching and your walls suffocating him

he fucked you through it, getting ready to pull out as you caught your breath.

“no, no. stay, please stay inside” you begged, feeling him throb inside you and knowing he was close.

“i’ll come, baby. was gonna finish in your mouth,” you shook your head, choking on your lack of breath before finally finding your words and pleading with him

“want you to come inside. please? want you to fill me,” you begged, his pace having slowed down. both of your hands had moved to his lower back, trying to keep him seethed inside you

his hips twitched, a groan falling from his lips at your request.

“baby, you know i can’t. s’ against the rules,” he calmly explained, earning a sad look from you, leant on his shoulder. your hands made no effort to move and he kissed your forehead, trying to pull out of you.

“please, mack. please, s’ all i want. i’ve been so good. i won’t tell, i promise,” you knew he could’ve easily slipped out- he was stronger than you on any day, not to mention how fucked out you were

“you have been such a good girl for me, baby, so fuckin’ perfect all the time, but-“ your walls fluttered around him at the praise, his breath hitching while he tried to shake his head of the image of himself dripping from you

to no avail.

“fuck. okay, baby. i’ll come inside you. i’ll stuff you full of me n’ i want you on your back the second i pull out of that pretty pussy, alright? wanna watch you leak w’ me,”

you nodded quickly, your hands moving to grab onto his while his thrusts got a little rougher, your walls clenching around him while you felt your second orgasm near

“mack.. mackie, i- fuck” you moaned, a sweet chuckle coming from his lips before he focused on nipping at your shoulders, giving a little more pressure on your stomach

“so big, mh. full, feel so full,” you mumbled, doing your best to praise him into speeding up, your second release teetering on the edge.

“yeah? you like bein’ stretched, don’t you baby,” he quickly replied, pressing kisses to the marks he left on your shoulders and neck

“do you wanna come together, baby? m’ so close. feel so good squeezing me.. like im on top of the world,” he cooed, feeling your head nod immediately, your walls fluttering at the compliment

“alright, baby. one,” he paused, speeding up his thrusts “two. there you go, baby, you’ve got it,” he praised, watching as you struggled to adjust to his newfound pace

he murmured three, your body tensing during your orgasm as you tried to savour the feeling of him spilling into you.

he bit back his moans, a few whines slipping from his pressed lips as your body shook in his arms. you were a mess- haphazard moans of swears and his name breathy and beautiful as they fell, his cock aching at the way you were squeezing him

as you both came down, he let you catch your breath before pulling out of you, a sweet whine indicating your oversensitivity.

as told, you rolled onto your back and spread your legs for him, watching carefully as he got up and kneeled in front of you.

he kissed the inside of your knee, watching in awe as his load drooled from you, mixed with your own arousal.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby. look at you,” he reached over for his phone once more, taking a picture of the mess he’d made of you. he flipped the phone, watching as your cheeks heated

“that one’s just for me, yeah? a reminder of how good you are just for me,” he soothed his hands along your thighs, still dazed at the sight in front of him.

you nodded in agreement, eyes fluttering in and out of sleep due to your exhaustion.

“alright, pretty baby. let’s get you in the bath. staying with luke tonight?” you shook your head weakly, reaching out for him and being given his hand.

“wanna stay with you,” he grinned, nodding and squeezing your hand like you had his.

“then you’ll stay with me, angel,”

#e’s fics #e goes a little feral #best girl mini series ! #mackie samoskevich #mackie samoskevich x reader #mackie samoskevich smut #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #mackie 😵‍💫

[blindmagdalena]

Homelander POV with “looking at wedding ring in finger”

from this prompt list. just some rambling fluffy homelander x reader feelings. 🖤

To a man with enough strength to juggle approximately a dozen Mack trucks with minimal effort, there are few things in this world that he would earnestly consider heavy. Except for, it turns out, a single gold band around his ring finger. He's barely left it alone since he put it on, always either twisting it on his finger or flexing his gloved hand just to feel it shift, hyperaware of the weight of it.

Not because it's uncomfortable. It's new, certainly, and it's taking a little getting used to, but not because he doesn't like it. He just can't quite believe it's real. That you're real.

Before the ring, Homelander would scrounge for a variety of ways to remind himself of the reality of you. He would spray your perfume under the collar of his suit or carry any kind of tactile article of yours with him. Something tangible to keep him grounded when he is so characteristically prone to flying, both literally and off the handle.

Now, all he need do is tighten his fingers together, or press his thumb to the band. Even through his gloves, he can feel the metallic press of his wedding ring. It soothes him, gives him something easy and inconspicuous to fidget with, and without fail it makes him think of you.

A comfort in and of itself.

It feels good to call himself a married man during interviews. He can wield it like a shield or a blade, depending on the context. Your existence alone is enough to protect him, affording him a sense of normalcy that he's lacked for the majority of his life.

His experiences in this world have been so utterly alien, with every human part of him fabricated by Vought.

Not you. You're genuine, you're real, and you're entirely his.

No more sickly sweet stories of a family that never existed. No more gritting his teeth through recollections of baseball games he never played. He no longer needs to read scripts to appear human to the world. When he talks about you, it's like he comes alive on screen for the first time in his life. You protect him without ever having to even be there.

And yet you are there. Any time he glances off camera, or off stage, he can almost always find you in an instant. You never fail to smile, to wave, to be present when he looks for you. It's not just the heat of his skin that gives the ring warmth, it's the love you leave in it when you kiss it every morning before he puts his gloves on.

It's you. The warmth is you.

"Heyyy," you coo as he walks backstage, opening your arms to him. He immediately scoops you up into an embrace, lifting you clean off of your feet and spinning you in a little circle, startling a giddy laugh out of you.

"Whoa, what's all this about?" You ask, arms looped around his neck, a slightly bewildered edge to your smile.

"You saved me out there," he says. He can tell the depth in his tone catches you off guard by the way your eyes widen, expression faltering. "You did. Y'always do. Thanks."

He knows by the lingering confusion in your gaze that you're not sure what he means, but that's fine. You'll understand. He'll thank you properly when it's just the two of you, and he can write his gratitude on every inch of your body with his lips, his tongue, his fingers.

"I love you," he says, kissing you with such intensity, the two of you forget for a moment that you aren't alone.

"I love you, too," you say breathlessly, blinking yourself back to reality, thoroughly flustered. "Phew, wow, alright. Good, so..."

You glance around, taking note of the number of people trying their best not to stare while very clearly needing Homelander's attention, but all he can focus on is you.

"You better get back to work," you say, trying to put some authority in your voice.

He grins, setting you back on your feet. "S'pose I better," he agrees, though his hands linger on your waist a little longer. "Wait for me?"

"Always," you vow, the glint of your own ring catching the light as you touch his face. You give his cheek a playful little smack. "Now go. Before you ruin both our makeup," you chide, smiling as he slips off, casting one last look back at you.

He squeezes his hand into a fist, feeling that ring firm between his fingers.

It brings him such peace that even when you're not with him, you're never really gone from him.

#homelander x reader #homelander #homelander x you #ask and you shall receive #FLUFF #big time fluff #two fics in one night??? who am i #my writing

[riding-palominos-every-day]

Do you have any backstories for the Brooklyn girls?

Had two requests for these girls! I'm afraid I don't have many on account of there's not a huge amount of info about these girls, but I have a few ideas (although a lot of Mack's is taken direct from Lindsay herself)

Mack

Jeanie MacDonald emigrated from Scotland with her family at a young age, looking for farming opportunities. She grew up eldest of three girls, and took on a lot of the farm work to help her father.

The farm eventually fell through, resulting in the family having to move into the city when Mack was twelve. Mack, believing she was too old to go back to school and not wanting to take up a boring job like lacework, took the initiative to move out and start selling newspapers. She's still close with her family and visits often.

Lucky

Lucky grew up the son of a widowed gambler. Their relationship was strained throughout his childhood, until his father died when Lucky was nine. Lucky spent a year with his uncle until he ran away, taking refuge at Sheepshead Racetrack and reinventing herself to more accurately match how she felt inside.

She advised betters on which horses to back, sometimes being given a share by some of the more generous winners. Eventually she fell in with Spot Conlon's gang after a scuffle with York, claiming Sheepshead as her selling spot.

Pips

Pips was mostly raised by her older brother Bart. With their father in prison and mother emotionally absent, the two siblings grew close. Bart would often join other boys at vaudeville theatres after work, sneaking Pips in too because she loved all the pretty costumes.

Eventually, when Pips was seven and Bart ten, they left home. Pips stayed with her brother at Poplar Street until she was ten, when she then moved to the girl's lodging house. Thanks to negotiations between Bart and Jack, Pips took up dancing lessons with Cora at Medda's theatre in Manhattan.

#i hear Lucky returned last night played by a man and so I've smosshed everything into Trans Girl Lucky #Cora is Lindsay's bowery beauty btw! #thanks for the ask anon! #newsies #newsies headcanons #mack newsies #lucky newsies #pips newsies #bart newsies #anon #asks

[diorsluv]

feather , part 1

“ not another take ”

series m. list next chapter

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lhughes_06 when are you coming back 🙏

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next chapter notes ) this was actually so fun to make im excited to make moreeee 🫣 also the official nickname is drizzle i’m calling it rn bc drysdale=drizzle=drizzy=drizz AND I KNOW IT SOUNDS STUPID BUT I SWEAR YOU WILL COME TO LOVE IT

#umich hockey #luca fantilli #adam fantilli #ethan edwards #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes fanfic #luke hughes fic #mark estapa #mackie samoskevich #cole caufield #quinn hughes #jack hughes #trevor zegras #alex turcotte #jamie drysdale #dylan duke

[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

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hiii! could i request a charles fluff where he and y/n kinda have like some tradition that they do together or something. and its just special to them? like going traveling or even something ordinary like cleaning the house? sorry i'm a total sucker for these lmao

again late, so late, sorry! but i am trying to catch up w these olddd reqs hahshdhs. shoutout again to mack who live messaged me ab a grocery trip and inspired much of this ily. title from this

things lovers do – cl16

“And we’re out of limes, I think.” You say, humming as you review the contents of your fridge.

“Do we even use them that much?” Charles asks from the dinner table. He stares at the list, where he’s written the word limes. He holds a pen to the left of it, prepares to draw it across the word, but your own words of protest stop him. What—of course we use limes, you say.

“I don’t recall us making guacamole, is all.”

You shut the fridge, laughing and walking over to where he sits, wrapping your arms around him from behind. Together, you peruse the crumpled list, of words written and erased in Charles’ messy penmanship. There’s romaine, lemon, pasta, ciabatta. Assorted gum, because Charles likes to chew it while working. Coffee beans, because a day without them renders you half-deceased. 

This is a weekly thing—reviews of the grocery list, on the dinner table with two glasses of wine. Anyone can love, but not everyone can sit and be patient and browse every last item of the fridge and pantry to determine what needs to be added. And through the list you’re provided with a window for the week: Monday night dinner with pasta, Wednesday breakfast with ciabatta, a romaine salad for Thursday brunch.

If you told your six-year-old self that your best memories with your boyfriend would be formulating grocery lists, she would pout in your face. Boyfriend? She’d ask petulantly. Don’t we get to marry a prince, with a horse and a castle? No, you’d say. We get to have a prince, yes, but he has a car and a house in Monaco. Is that good enough? If it isn’t, he makes a mean set of pancakes.

Do we get to dance with him at a ball? It’s still a no, you’d tell her. The dancing happens in the kitchen, lit only by the yellow of the stovetop range while you play Harvest Moon and sway softly to the guitar. It happens by the fridge, when a Bee Gees song comes on and Charles can’t resist holding you by the waist and lifting you up to join his dancing. It happens while you wait for toast in the morning, when both the bread and the weather are in the middle of cool and warm, to Al Green on the radio. 

This love of grocery lists and airplane rides sure doesn’t live up to your six-year-old self’s fairytale standards, or your sixteen-year-old’s hopes of marrying Harry Styles. You think, however, that it far surpasses anything you could ever have wanted. 

His voice draws you out of your reverie. “You okay? You’re a bit quiet.”

“Just thinking,” you reassure, pressing a kiss to his hair and smiling. “Of things.” Of us, of toast and tea, of romance and loving you and making lists and loving you and God, loving you. “Lots of things.”

“…Is this because I added too much junk food?”

“No, God,” you say, fond. “It’s nothing.”

“I love you,” he says back. And if you ever doubted it, there would always be limes, written without erasure on this crumpled list on the dinner table.

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