Throwback to March when Will had the smelling salts in his hand and Mack looked like he wanted to devour his hand like it was a four course meal
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Throwback to March when Will had the smelling salts in his hand and Mack looked like he wanted to devour his hand like it was a four course meal
The Coast is Clear
~ by @valoaa
"He has to remind himself that it doesn't matter what kinda work Will actually does for a living because Mack can’t date him anyway."
Fic recommendation - loved this, beautiful writing, please go read it!
fic recs - college era/frat au
white camellias falling by @valoaa, 25k
frat boy mack and nhl player will
best guess by litaf1101, 55k
college au; if they had become friends sooner
maneater by @dalsyy, 12.6k
college au, mack is fuckboy
break my heart and start a fire (you got me overnight) by @cryproudly99, 31.8k
will is president of aiden's frat
it was all by design by yellow_lemon_time, 14.5k
mack decides to sleep with will to break up the bc line so bu can beat bc
you were my favourite colour by @golden-hestia, 51k
angsty frat au
warm, wet, and wild by @cryproudly99, 3.5k
will's frat hosts a car wash
lucky you're pretty (and good at hockey or something) by @wshcantbreathe, 25k
mack crosses enemies lines and hires will to write his essay
I fell in love with the fire long ago
(credit: @radiot0wers)
more of #mytruth bc how could i ever forget about the willmack of it all
my notes on these important matters:
oh so weve BEEN hitting the cowboy
I fell in love with the fire long ago
(credit: @radiot0wers)
Mack's eyes locked on his boy wherever he goes. 2024 training camp, still version of this post.
BONUS: The puck and everyone else is at the far right, but Mack sneaks a quick glance off to where Will is offscreen to the left before looking back to the right to follow the (far less interesting and blond) action.
newly added to my fic rec lists!
full lists here: au & non-au
i'm currently updating the format of my fic rec lists for better navigation but the original ones (and this) will stay up too!
what happened to hi hello how are you
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ok! this is the beginning of a natecale fic i am jokingly calling the draft "slip me a fiver, i'll be your driver" in reference to a line from bob's burgers (this is not the actual title and no money between nate and cale is exchanged, he's not literally his uber driver)
loosely inspired by one of my favourite natecale fics on my thot shit
i entered the idea for this fic into my notes app as:
"if nate was actually asleep getting called so late would’ve pissed him off.
cale calling — can you pick me up? i hit my head and my uh guy won’t let me go home alone
or—how nathan mackinnon becomes cale’s hookup uber driver."
The blaring ring of his phone wakes Nate up. He's momentarily pissed off until he remembers that the only people that can reach him in the middle of the night are his parents, the Avs leadership core, and Sid; those five are the only ones he allows notifications from after he switches his phone over to do not disturb before bed each night, and only in case of some sort of emergency. So once he's awake enough to be anxious, he's anxious as hell. He's so worried it takes a second for him to re-enter reality and attend to the ringing phone that had woken him up. It's Cale calling. "Hello?" He nearly shouts. "Hey Nate…" Cale doesn't sound very distressed, more awkward and timid than anything. "Cale?! What is it?" Nate can't soothe the alarm out of his voice. "Um, I'm sorry to bother you with this…" He keeps trailing off. Whatever it is is apparently important enough to call Nate at 2 am but not so urgent that Cale can't take his sweet time spitting it out. "…yeah, I'm really sorry, but I, um, hit my head and I need you to come pick me up." "You hit your head, how?" "I, uh, slipped?" His voice goes up an octave like he's asking Nate if it's true. "Slipped… ok." Nate nods to himself. "Where are you? Are you alone?" He avoids the question. "I'm not alone… Just, um, h—the person I'm with can't give me a ride home though. I'll send you a pin." Cale hangs up. A minute later Nate's phone pings with a text from Cale with his location. "Jesus Cale, what have you gotten yourself into." Nate mumbles while setting out in search of some clothes to wear.
idk why but i love love LOVE these two moments from the never offside pod because LOOK AT MACK! i see embarrassment, love, annoyance, infatuation, admiration in his eyes ALL AT ONCE and go insane...
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Samisa, mostly self explanatory. Sam would borrow clothes more if Misa's were long enough for his arms. Sometimes he does anyway and just wears the hoodie sleeves pushed up.
Willmack to me (#tome) are complicated rn. Don't ask them anything too specific you're just gonna get more side eye. Especially don't ask about the height difference
Cherny and Toff obvs aren't a ship, but they do deserve to be included in my world building. Cherny goes well with willmack or samisa, he does whatever he wants. I don't make the rules I just enforce them. Toff is here also
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my ponderings (cit. bedsy) on the samisa episode. yeah finally did a post too, like almost everyone else in the samisa community lol i've never claimed to be original but hopefully some of my musings are haha :') there are also some of my own readings on the situation/reactions that are me building castles out of nothing and some rpf. i just love reading into things sorry! remember if it's not hard facts it's fake and i don't actually believe any of that!! please be respectful to the real people etc.
under the cut bc it came up on 2k words lol
samisa brainrot has taken over me. have a drabble i wrote in half an hour oops.
sam is sitting at a circle table with vinny, goody, will, and toff, when misa appears out of nowhere and drapes himself across sam's back. he tucks his head into the crook of sam's neck, eyes closed, breathing deeply. sam can feel his smile pressing against his neck, teeth against skin, and can't help but smile himself. his arm stretches up behind him to rest on the back of misa's head, gently stroking his thumb through his hair.
"you guys are so gross," will chirps, but he's smiling.
"don't act like you and mack are any better," sam mumbles without so much as glancing over at him. misa says nothing, just wraps his arms tighter around sam's waist, shuffling closer to press his thighs against the back of sam's chair. he wonders if misa would stay like this, tucked up and content in the safe place he's picked for himself, while sam drinks, eats, talks with the boys. but something niggling urges him to check in. he squeezes the nape of mike's neck, leaning back to look at mis.
"hey, baby," he lowers his voice, meaning mike has to crowd in closer to hear him over the din of the bar.
"hi, sam," misa's eyes are glassy and wide, cheeks flushed in that way he only gets when he's tipsy.
"what's up?"
"just wanted to say hi."
"well, hi."
"wanted to be near you."
and fuck, sam is a weak, weak man. he turns fully in his seat to stand and gather mike up in his arms, ignoring the chirps and jeers thrown their way by the other guys.
"hey, it's okay, mis. i'm here, i've got you."
"i know. i'm good now." he exhales through his nose, ruffling sam's hair with the force of it.
"'good now'? what do you mean?" he asks, leaning back to look at him, placing his palm flat on mike's cheek. he searches mike's face for... god knows what. some sign that he's uncomfortable or upset, maybe?
"i dunno. just missed you."
sam's heart soars. "god, you have one drink and you're getting all soft on me."
"you're worse than me!" he protests, the grin breaking out on his face exposing his fang-like canines.
"sure am, babe," he ducks his head to kiss him shortly.
"wanna go home?" misa asks, arms looping around his waist as they sway.
"yeah, let's go home. we've got below deck to watch anyway."
"fuck, yeah."
what are they putting in the water at never offside