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Intro to my blog
my name is Kira
I´m from Barcelona
21
big Fan of Harry Potter & Star Wars
big Football & Hockey Fan
feel free to send me requests about anyone and anything honestly
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Can you write something about Mack and reader getting into a really toxic argument because he gets jealous (maybe because reader barley paid him any attention at like a team event or something)
Baby, You´re Toxic - Macklin Celebrini
pairing: Macklin Celebrini x female reader
summary: Mack and you get into a toxic fight.
CW: Toxic relationship, Mack is really mean, jealousy, crying, established relationship.
The heavy oak door of your home clicks shut behind Macklin, the sound echoing in the tense silence that follows. The ride from the team charity gala had been suffocating, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, his jaw set in a hard line. You had tried to fill the silence with observations about the event, but your words dissolved into the oppressive atmosphere between you.
Now, in the soft glow of the entryway light, his anger finally erupts.
"Having fun tonight?" he asks, his voice dangerously calm as he shrugs off his suit jacket and tosses it onto a chair.
You freeze in the act of removing your heels. "What do you mean? It was a nice event. Raised a lot of money."
Macklin turns slowly, his eyes narrowed. "Don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about."
"I really don't," you say, though a sinking feeling tells you exactly where this is heading.
He takes a step closer. "Will. You couldn't stay away from him, could you? Laughing at his stupid jokes, touching his arm every time he said something."
Your own anger begins to simmer. "We were having a conversation, Mack. It's called being social. Something you should try sometime instead of brooding in the corner."
His face darkens. "I wasn't brooding. I was watching my girlfriend flirt with my best friend in front of everyone."
"I wasn't flirting!" you retort, your voice rising. "You left me alone the entire night, Mack, talking with the coaches and forgetting all about me."
"That's my job!" he yells, his voice echoing off the walls. "What's your excuse? Throwing yourself at the first guy who gives you a little attention?"
"I wasn't throwing myself at anyone!" you scream back, your voice cracking. "Will is your friend, he's nice, he actually talks to me like I'm a person instead of just an accessory you bring to events."
"An accessory?" Macklin scoffs, advancing until he's towering over you. "That's what you think of yourself? That's what you think I think of you? After everything I've done for you?"
"Everything you've done for me?" you repeat incredulously. "You mean like controlling who I talk to? Like getting angry every time a man looks at me? Like making me feel guilty for having friends?"
"I don't make you feel guilty!" he shouts, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "You do that to yourself because you know you're crossing lines!"
"I'm not crossing any lines!" you fire back. "You're the one with the problem! You're so insecure that any time I interact with another human being with a penis, you assume I'm cheating on you!"
"Maybe because you want to!" he retorts, his words like physical blows. "Maybe because you're bored with me already and looking for an upgrade!"
"That's disgusting," you say, shaking with rage and hurt. "How can you even say that to me?"
"It's the truth, isn't it?" he presses, stepping closer still, invading your space. "You love the attention. You love knowing that Will, that all of them, want you. It gets you off, doesn't it? Knowing you could have any of them."
Tears of frustration sting your eyes. "You're being cruel, Mack. You're saying horrible things just to hurt me."
"Maybe I want to hurt you," he says, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. "Maybe I want you to feel even a fraction of what I felt tonight, watching you with him. Watching you give him the smiles that are supposed to be mine. The touches that are supposed to be mine."
"You don't own me, Macklin," you say, your voice trembling. "You don't own my smiles or my touches or my conversations. I'm not your property."
"Aren't you?" he challenges, his eyes blazing with a possessive fire that both frightens and sickens you. "Isn't that what this is? You live in my house, you spend my money, you wear the clothes I bought you. You exist because I allow you to."
The words hit you like a physical blow, knocking the air from your lungs. You stare at him, at the stranger standing before you wearing your boyfriend's face.
As the last word leaves his lips, something shifts in his expression. The anger in his eyes dissolves, replaced by immediate, gut-wrenching regret. He sees the devastation on your face, the way your lip trembles, the tears welling in your eyes, the way you physically shrink back from him as if struck.
"Oh god," he whispers, his voice cracking. "I didn't mean that. I'm so sorry."
He reaches for you, his arms opening to pull you into an embrace, to take back the words that have caused so much damage.
But you flinch away from his touch, stumbling back as if his hands are fire. The rejection is a physical blow to Macklin, his arms dropping uselessly to his sides.
"Don't touch me," you whisper, your voice broken by sobs that finally break free. "I can't... I don't want to be near you right now."
You turn and flee, not even bothering to grab your purse or phone. The sound of the bedroom door closing, then the soft click of the front door opening and closing again, leaves Macklin standing alone in the entryway.
The silence that follows is deafening, more punishing than any argument. Macklin sinks to his knees, his head in his hands, the weight of his words crushing him. He replays the moment over and over, the flash of hurt in your eyes, the way you flinched from his touch, the sound of your broken voice telling him to stay away.
He had been so blinded by jealousy, so consumed by insecurity, that he had deliberately aimed his words to cause maximum damage. And now, seeing the wreckage he's created, he's filled with a self-loathing so profound it threatens to suffocate him.
"I'm sorry," he whispers to the empty room, though you're no longer there to hear it. "I'm so, so sorry."
Imagine Mack x reader where you´re both stranded at an airport overnight due to a blizzard and you end up sharing a hotel room because everything else is aready booked
Airport Delay - Macklin Celebrini
pairing: Macklin Celebrini x female reader
summary: You and Mack are stranded at an airport overnight due to a blizzard and you end up sharing a hotel room.
CW: Fluff, only one bed, blizzard.
hiii i loved your mack smau and i wanted to know if you could do something similar with will and a blonde reader?
My Girl - WS
pairing: Will Smith x female reader
desscription: Will finally posts you on his Instagram.
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_willsmith2 spotted my girl in section 112 🤍 @youruser
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His Initial Around My Neck - Luke Hughes
pairing: Luke Hughes x female reader
summary: Before meeting Luke's family for the first time, he makes sure to claim you as his, knowing you're exactly Jack's type.
CW: Smut, mdni, hickeys, unprotected sex, possessive Luke.
hiii I saw that you write for Fraser and I wanted to ask if you could write something about him and reader getting into a nasty fight and reader wants to sleep on the couch that night
Empty Space
pairing: Fraser Minten x female reader
summary: After a fight with Fraser you decide to sleep on the couch.
CW: Emotional distress, relationship conflict, angst, fluff.
Hard Launch - MC
pairing: Macklin Celebrini x female reader
desscription: Fans go feral after Macklin finally posts you on his Instagram.
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mackcelebrini big win. now time to celebrate. 🍻
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“The one thing you can change is how you treat yourself. And that one thing can change everything.”
— Unknown
The trend of dancing on a public street sign to Rihanna’s ‘Pour It Up’ as a stripper with Will and Mack
Street Sign Serenade - MC & WS
pairing: Macklin Celebrini x bestfriend!reader x Will Smith
summary: You shock your friends Mack and Will by dancing on a street sign, showcasing a hidden talent that leaves them both mesmerized and eager to try it themselves.
CW: Fluff, public dancing, alcohol consumption.
The night air is cool against your skin as you stumble slightly, leaning into Will's side for support. Macklin walks on your other side, his arm looped through yours, keeping the three of you steady as you navigate the San Francisco sidewalk.
"You're sure you can make it?" Mack asks, his voice laced with amusement as you nearly trip over an uneven crack in the pavement.
"I'm perfectly fine," you insist, though your words slur slightly. "Just had a few too many of those fruity cocktails at the bar."
Will chuckles, his breath warm against your ear. "A few? I think you had at least five of those 'Tropical Temptations' or whatever they were called."
You playfully shove him away, nearly losing your balance again. "They were delicious! And you're just jealous because I can handle my liquor better than either of you."
Mack raises an eyebrow. "Is that why you needed us to help you walk home?"
"Strategic assistance," you correct him, stumbling slightly as you step onto a different section of sidewalk. "Not necessity."
The street is mostly empty at this hour, save for a few cars passing by. As you approach an intersection, a street sign stands tall under the orange glow of the streetlamp, a simple metal pole with a directional sign pointing toward downtown.
Something about it catches your eye and suddenly an idea strikes you. Without warning, you release your hold on both men and approach the pole.
"What are you doing?" Will asks, confused.
You don't answer, instead placing both hands on the cool metal as Rihanna's "Pour It Up" begins playing in your head, the song that had been blasting at the bar just an hour ago.
With a mischievous grin over your shoulder at your friends, you begin to move. Your body sways to the imaginary beat as you grip the pole, twirling around it with surprising grace. Mack and Will watch with mouths agape as you execute a perfect spin, your legs extended in a flawless move that seems to defy gravity.
"Holy shit," Mack breathes out, his eyes wide with disbelief.
You continue your impromptu performance, transitioning into a series of fluid movements that showcase your strength and flexibility. With practiced ease, you slide down the pole, catching yourself just before hitting the ground before rising again in a smooth, controlled motion.
"I had no idea you could do that," Will says, his voice filled with awe as you execute a perfect split while holding onto the pole.
You finish with a dramatic flourish, winking at them as you rise to your feet. "What can I say? I'm full of surprises."
Mack approaches the pole, testing its stability with a tentative hand. "That was incredible. How did you learn to do that?"
You shrug nonchalantly. "Took a few pole dancing classes in college. It was supposed to be for exercise, but I actually got pretty good at it."
Will runs a hand through his hair, still looking stunned. "Pretty good? That was professional level. I've never seen anything like that."
"You guys want to try?" you ask, a teasing glint in your eye.
Mack looks uncertain but intrigued. "I don't think I can do any of that."
"It's not as hard as it looks," you lie smoothly. "Just give it a try."
After some coaxing, Mack approaches the pole, gripping it with determination. He attempts to replicate your spin but ends up stumbling sideways, catching himself just before he falls.
You burst into laughter along with Will. "Maybe start with something simpler?"
Mack blushes, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, maybe that's a good idea."
Will steps up next, looking determined. "I'll do better than that, watch me."
He attempts a basic twirl but loses his grip halfway through, nearly toppling over before Mack catches him.
"Oh my God," you gasp between laughs. "You guys are hopeless!"
Will scowls playfully. "It's harder than it looks! You make it seem so effortless."
"That's because I've actually practiced," you tease, demonstrating a simple move that has them both staring again. "See? Just like that."
Mack tries again, this time managing a clumsy rotation before catching himself. "I think I'm getting it!"
"Keep telling yourself that," Will jokes, attempting the move again with slightly more success.
For the next ten minutes, you coach them through basic moves, laughing until your sides hurt as they fumble and stumble. Their athletic backgrounds on the ice don't seem to translate to pole dancing, much to your amusement.
"You know," Mack says, breathing heavily after another failed attempt. "I have a new respect for what you just did. That's seriously difficult."
"And really hot," Will adds, then blushes slightly. "I mean… impressive. Very impressive."
You smirk, enjoying their praise. "Well, if you boys ever want private lessons, I might be convinced to teach you."
They exchange glances, something unspoken passing between them before Mack responds. "I think we'd both be very interested in that."
Star Wars movies (1977 - ) // The Fallen Angel (detail) - Alexandre Cabanel, 1847
Son of darkness, heir apparent to Lord Vader You have too much of your father's heart in you, young Solo.
JOE BURROW Pardon My Take Podcast | February 12, 2025
"When people say like, 'Oh, you look like Ellen DeGeneres and this or whatever', they say that about me in like, a bad way. With you, it's like, 'Oh yeah, you can look like a lesbian and be hot.' With me, it's like, 'You look like a fool.'" - PMT (x)
hiii could you please do something with Mack and period comfort? My period is kicking my ass rn and I need some loving 😖
Cramps & Comfort
pairing: Macklin Celebrini x female reader
description: Mack takes care of you on your period.
TW: Fluff, mentions of menstrual cramps, hurt/comfort, established relationship.
Ok I’m thinking a fluff fic where Will has been your friend for a longggg time but he’s hardcore crushing on you now and it’s obvious to everyone but you. Like his teammates notice because he’s talking about you more than he used to and they didn’t even know that was possible. And he gets this sickeningly sweet look on his face while he’s talking.
Then one night you’re out with him and maybe the team too, and everyone is drinking but Will gets sooo drunk and you have to make sure ge gets home safe obvi bc what are best friends for?? But then he confesses his crush on you to you
And I think it would be a little shocking but ultimately I want it to have a sweet fluffy ending
Blind Spot
pairing: Will Smith x female reader
description: You remain completely oblivious to Will's obvious crush on you, until a drunken night out leads to a heartfelt confession that changes everything between you.
TW: Fluff, alcohol consumption, drunken love confession, kissing.
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I love love love your Off Campus fics!!! Could you also write something smutty for Garrett pls?
Morning Practice Can Wait
pairing: Garrett Graham x female reader
description: How is Garrett supposed to leave for early morning practice when he has you laying in his bed?
TW: MDNI, smut, lazy morning (unprotected) sex, fingering, praise kink, hand on neck, bit of dry-humping, established relationship.
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The first thing you register is warmth, a solid, familiar heat pressing against your back, an arm heavy across your waist. Garrett's breath is steady against your neck, soft puffs that stir the hair falling there. Morning light filters through the curtains, casting the room in hazy gold. You're drifting somewhere between sleep and waking when you feel it, a distinct hardness pressing against your ass, moving in slow, subtle thrusts as Garrett shifts in his sleep.
Hi!! 👋
Can I request an imagine inspired by your story “Unsaid Words” with MC?
This time with Will Smith and the past trauma with bullying?
Thank you 🖤
Fragile Heart - Will Smith
pairing: Will Smith x female reader
summary: You struggle with old wounds from bullying when Will's innocent joke triggers your insecurities.
CW: Fluff, references to bullying, emotional distress, hurt/comfort.
The laughter comes easily with Will, something you haven't experienced with anyone new in a long time. You met through mutual friends three months ago and the connection has been immediate and comfortable. He's kind, attentive and seems to understand parts of you without you having to explain them.
"You're terrible at this game," Will teases as you fail spectacularly at Mario Kart for the fifth time in a row.
"Hey! I'm strategically letting you win," you protest, nudging his shoulder playfully.
"Strategically?" he grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Is that what we're calling it now? You know, you're surprisingly awful at hand-eye coordination."
The words hit you like a physical blow. The smile freezes on your face as old memories surface, kids in high school laughing, pointing, calling you clumsy and stupid whenever you dropped something or failed at gym class. You know Will doesn't mean it like that, know he's just teasing, but the sting feels just the same.
"Hey, you okay?" he asks, noticing your sudden silence. "It was just a joke. You know I think you're brilliant, right."
You force a smile that doesn't reach your eyes. "Yeah, of course. Just tired."
But the damage is done. The rest of the evening, you're distant, your responses short, your laughter forced. Will notices, his concerned glances becoming more frequent as the night wears on.
When he drops you off at your apartment, he catches your hand before you can escape. "Did I say something wrong? You've been weird since my joke about the game."
"No, it's not you," you lie, pulling away gently. "Just a long day. I'll call you tomorrow."
You don't call. You ignore his texts for two days, then three, until the messages shift from playful to worried.
Finally, he shows up at your door. "I'm not leaving until you tell me what's going on," he says, his expression a mixture of concern and frustration. "Did I do something? Because I can't stop thinking about it and it's killing me."
You let him in, but remain distant, perching on the edge of your armchair while he takes the couch. "It's nothing, really."
"Nothing doesn't usually involve ignoring someone for nearly a week," he replies softly. "Please, just talk to me. Whatever I said or did, I'm sorry. I never want to hurt you."
Something in his voice breaks through your defenses. You look up and see the genuine concern in his eyes, the vulnerability he's showing by being here, by apologizing even when he doesn't know what for.
"I was bullied in school," you admit quietly, the words feeling foreign after years of keeping them locked away. "For being clumsy, for being awkward... for everything, really. So when you made that joke about me being bad at the game..."
Will's expression shifts from confusion to understanding, then to guilt. "Oh god. I had no idea. I'm so sorry. That was thoughtless of me."
"It's not your fault," you say quickly. "You couldn't have known. It's just... sometimes I hear things and I immediately go back to being that kid in the hallway, everyone laughing at me."
He moves from the couch to kneel in front of your chair, taking your hands in his. "That's never going to happen again. Not with me. I promise."
Tears well in your eyes as you look at him, really look at him and see the sincerity there. "I know. It's just... hard sometimes."
"I get it," he says softly, his thumbs stroking your knuckles. "But you're not that kid anymore. You're brilliant and funny and kind and I'm the lucky one who gets to spend time with you. If I ever make you feel small again, I want you to tell me immediately. Deal?"
"Deal," you agree, a small smile finally reaching your lips.
"Good," he says, returning the smile. "Now, can we please go back to normal? I miss my terrible-at-Mario-Kart friend."
You laugh, the sound releasing tension you didn't realize you were holding. "Only if you let me win occasionally."
"Never," he grins, but his eyes are soft as he looks at you. "But I'll always let you know how brilliant you are, even when you're losing."