This might be overstepping so feel free not to post it, but I have family in the area and I frequent it pretty often. The only house that rents near Bradys area that is on the actual beach is still available to rent, so that shuts down anything that the other blog might say
Another anon said “I have no idea how long they have it for anything lol. This was like two seconds of searching. Again, love your blog just thought you should know. The description says it’s available again for August and it looks like a monthly rental. So maybe they just have it for May / June?”
i’m assuming this is the case so thank you for the proof anon!
not posting the address, but considering someone someone already did because they found it and shared the information so other people could go find it themselves.
You’ll probably be able to find it if you search hard enough, but it’s not like they’re staying there anymore clearly if it’s still listed as for rent!!! can we stop sharing information like this that could potentially leak addresses and cause harm to these people?!?!
Omg your house hunting Will fic was so cute🥹 and made me think of wedding planning with will. Like going to cske testing, choosing the venue, his suit.
Sweet Beginnings - Will Smith
pairing: Will Smith x female reader
summary: As you and Will navigate the exciting journey of wedding planning, you discover that he has surprisingly strong opinions about cake flavors and venue choices.
CW: Fluff
The sunlight streams through the bakery window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air as you study the array of cake samples before you. Will slides into the booth opposite you, his shoulders barely fitting in the tiny space.
"Ready to taste our way to marital bliss?" he asks with a grin, reaching for your hand across the table.
You laugh, squeezing his fingers. "I didn't realize you'd have such strong opinions about wedding cake."
He raises an eyebrow. "Hey, this is important. Our wedding cake sets the tone for our entire marriage."
The baker approaches with a tray of samples, each slice perfectly portioned with tiny forks. "We have red velvet, lemon raspberry, chocolate fudge, vanilla bean and salted caramel."
Will's eyes light up at the mention of chocolate fudge. "We should definitely go with chocolate. It's rich, decadent and represents the depth of our love."
You roll your eyes playfully. "You're such a dork."
"But I'm your dork," he counters, stealing a bite from your vanilla sample. "Hmm, this is actually pretty good too."
You both work through the samples, making notes and debating flavors until the baker returns. "Have you decided?"
Will looks at you expectantly. "What do you think?"
"The lemon raspberry was refreshing and the chocolate fudge is classic," you say thoughtfully. "But what if we did a tiered cake? Chocolate fudge for the bottom tier since that's your favorite and lemon raspberry for the top tier?"
Will's face softens. "That's actually perfect. A little bit of both of us."
The baker nods, jotting down notes. "Excellent choice. When would you like to schedule a tasting for the full-sized cake?"
Will checks his phone calendar. "We've got venue tours next Tuesday, suit fittings on Thursday and my game Saturday night... how about the following Wednesday?"
You smile at how seamlessly he's integrated wedding planning into his hockey schedule. "Perfect."
Two days later, you find yourself wandering through a garden venue, rose bushes lining the pathways and a small gazebo standing at the center.
"It's beautiful," you whisper, imagining yourself walking down the aisle toward Will.
He wraps an arm around your waist. "Not as beautiful as you'll look."
You elbow him gently. "Smooth talker."
"I'm serious," he says, turning you to face him. "When I picture our wedding day, I see you here, in this garden, with the sun setting behind us."
Your heart swells at his words. "Really? I thought you might want something more...I don´t know, hockey-themed?"
Will laughs. "As much as I love hockey, our wedding is about us, not my career. Besides," he lowers his voice, "I'm planning to steal you away for a private celebration after the reception."
You raise an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
"Definitely," he confirms with a wink. "But first, we need to make sure this place is perfect. What do you think?"
"It's almost perfect," you say thoughtfully. "But I wonder if we could add fairy lights in the trees? And maybe a dance floor near the gazebo?"
Will nods seriously. "We can do whatever you want. This day is about making your dreams come true."
Tears prick at your eyes. "Will, that's so sweet."
"Hey," he says softly, wiping away a stray tear. "No crying until the wedding day. That's the rule."
You laugh, leaning into his embrace. "Deal."
The tuxedo shop is bustling with activity when you arrive for Will's fitting. He emerges from the dressing room in a classic black suit, adjusting his tie in the mirror.
"What do you think?" he asks, doing a little spin. "Will I do?"
You swallow hard. "Wow. Just... wow."
He grins. "That good, huh?"
"You look incredible," you manage, stepping closer to straighten his tie. "But maybe we could go with a navy suit instead? It would bring out your eyes."
Will considers this, studying his reflection. "You think so?"
"I know so," you say confidently. "And maybe a slightly different tie? Something with a subtle pattern?"
The tailor approaches with suggestions and soon Will is trying on different combinations until you both agree on the perfect look.
"You have good taste," Will admits, changing back into his regular clothes. "Almost as good as mine."
You laugh. "Is that so?"
"Yep," he says, pulling you close. "After all, you picked me, didn't you?"
Your heart melts at his words. "I guess I did."
"And you're not regretting it?" he asks, suddenly serious.
"Never," you whisper, standing on tiptoe to kiss him. "Not for a second."
"Good," he murmurs against your lips. "Because I plan on keeping you forever."
As you leave the shop, hand in hand, you can't help but marvel at how far you've come. The wedding planning may be stressful at times, but with Will by your side, you know every moment will be worth it.
"Next up, flowers?" Will suggests as you walk to the car.
"Flowers," you agree, leaning your head against his shoulder. "I was thinking we could make some flower arrangements with pink peonies?"
"Anything you want," he says, kissing the top of your head. "Always."
╰ Synopsis When you couldn’t join Macklin in Switzerland, a photo of a girl fixing his hair sends you spiraling with jealousy. Hurt and angry, you two argue, but later you realise you were wrong and Macklin apologises and explains everything.
tags/contains Macklin Celebrini x fem!reader. Angst with happy ending, established relationship, arguing, reader being jealous, miscommunication, mentions of Macklin drunk, 3.4k words, requested.
➺ from Sera, to you📨. I’ve been writing this fic since May 20 and I managed to finish it but gah damn 😭 sorry for the rushed ending 😇
masterlist ᥫ᭡ please reblog this fic if you enjoyed it!
When it came to yours and Macklin’s relationship, support was everything and it was easily top three in the relationship.
You could’ve sworn you made it to every one of his games that lined up with your job schedule. And the ones that didn’t add up, you watched them online instead, and still were his biggest supporter.
This time around the year, the season had ended on a bittersweet note and the men’s worlds had come calling. Macklin was over the moon when he got the call up to represent team Canada once again.
You could see it in the way his eyes lit up every time he talked about it, and he was even happier about taking you along to Switzerland. He knew how much you loved nature, how you’d go on and on about mountains and the perfect views. “It’ll be perfect for you,” he’d said, pulling you into his lap one night. “You can go out while I’m at practice, and then we’ll explore together after.”
You’d been counting down the days, everything almost ready, but a week before leaving, your boss texted during dinner, explaining that a family emergency had come up and she needed to step away for a couple of weeks.
She asked if you could cover her shifts, said how she trusted you most, that the team couldn’t run smoothly without someone reliable like you stepping in.
“I can’t believe this,” you vented, pushing food around your plate. “Someone else can do it. I’ve been planning this trip for weeks, and I want to be there supporting you, not stuck here while you’re halfway across the world.”
Macklin set his fork down. “Hey, it’s okay. I know you’d be there if you could, but what if her family needs her, and she’s counting on you? I’ll still feel you supporting me every game. Switzerland will be there another time, I don’t want you stressing or feeling guilty the whole trip.”
You wanted to argue, to say screw it and leave with him anyway. The thought of missing out on cheering for him, of not sharing those mountain views with him, made you feel sad. But the guilt won out because what if her family really needed her, and you couldn’t shake the responsibility.
With a heavy sigh, you nodded. “Fine. I’ll do it. Promise you’ll text me every day?”
It had been the day after Canada won against Italy 0-6. Macklin had texted you earlier that he was heading out with Sam to celebrate, a few drinks with the guys.
You honestly couldn’t blame him for wanting to go out after a big win like that, he deserved to blow off some steam with his friend. You didn’t think much of it at all. Unfortunately the time zones made everything tricky, it was already evening in Switzerland while you were still in the afternoon lull back home.
In the kitchen, you threw together a quick dinner, as it simmered, you settled on the couch with your phone, scrolling through twitter out of habit. You searched for updates on team Canada, hoping for behind the scenes clips from the game.
Macklin’s name trended lightly, and you smiled at first, until you a video popped up of Sam and Macklin.
And to your surprise, it wasn’t just Macklin and Sam in the video. First few seconds of the clip, in the frame was only shown of Sam, but in background there was two other girls.
“What’s your name?” the girl recording asked Sam.
“Spin around,” Macklin said, his voice deep and heavy with drink, even though the girl hadn’t even shown him on camera yet.
The girl repeated his words obediently, “Spin around” clearly just as tipsy. Macklin had never mentioned there would be girls. He’d said it was just him and Sam and those girls looked way too comfortable.
Sam turned around to show the back of his jersey, and Macklin filmed it on his own phone too, muttering “Oh yeah”. The girl behind the camera asked again, “What’s your name?”
“Sidneh Crosbeh!” Macklin answered, dragging out the syllables in a weird, drunken exaggeration.
He pushed Sam lightly on the shoulder, urging him to turn again, repeating himself. Another girl stepped into the frame, closer to Macklin than you liked. “Do you want to wear it also?” she asked. He ignored her at first, focused on his phone, until the girl recording repeated the question.
Macklin finally answered. “No, I don’t.”
One small part of you felt relieved at his refusal. But then the girl behind the camera leaned in, “I want you to wear it.” You assumed it was her shirt, or whatever “it” was. The video cut off right after that, looping back to the beginning of the video.
Jealousy flooded your body like ice water. Upset wasn’t even the right word, you felt betrayed, even if nothing outright terrible had happened.
Why couldn’t Macklin just tell you there would be other girls? A simple heads up wouldn’t have been hard. He’d made it sound like a guys night, not this. Your appetite vanished as you set the bowl aside.
You decided to close the video and continue to scroll through twitter. You didn’t want this video to affect your mood, but how could it not? It wasn’t every day that other girls got to spend their night with your boyfriend, while you bed rotted home after work.
You wish you would’ve just closed the damn app. But you didn’t, your thumb kept scrolling, almost against your will, and another post about Macklin’s night out appeared at the top of your feed. You swore this one was even worse than the video. It was a photo and it hit you like a slap.
In the image, Macklin stood in the street, eyes closed. A girl was standing right in front of him, both of her hands gently in his hair, carefully fixing the messy strands like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her fingers were threaded through the front of his hair, he looked completely at ease.
Another girl stood close by but your eyes kept snapping back to the girl touching Macklin. They were probably the same girls from the other video, you could see the jersey the girl been holding earlier draped over her arm. There was no question.
Your stomach dropped. What was she even doing? Fixing his hair? Playing with it? The intimacy of the moment made bile rise in your throat. Macklin had always been affectionate with you, letting you run your fingers through his hair when you were cuddling on the couch, but seeing another girl do it so casually, while he just stood there and allowed it.. it hurt more than you expected.
A hot tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it. You quickly wiped it away with the back of your hand, feeling stupid for crying over a single photo. It was just his stupid hair, just a stupid drunk night out. But the jealousy burned anyway, and it was ugly.
How could he be so casual about letting someone else touch him like that? Did you even cross his mind while it was happening?
You finally locked your phone, the screen going dark in your hand. You headed straight to the bathroom, turning the shower on. The moment the water hit your shoulders, the tears came freely and you let them fall without fighting, mixing with the steam as quiet sobs shook your chest.
When you finally stepped out, you dried off slowly and slipped into your softest pajamas. Without thinking, you reached for Macklin’s shirt from the drawer, pulling it over your head. His scent lingered faintly on the fabric, and that only made the ache worse.
Back in your room, when you picked up your phone, it lit up with notifications. It was from Macklin, sent about twenty minutes ago.
Mack 🫰 Hiiiii baby I’m finally back at the hotel Missed you
You stared at the message, rereading it twice. How could he sound so normal? So casual and sweet.. You closed the app without replying and set the phone face down, padding to the kitchen for snacks. You grabbed a bag of chips and a soda, anything to keep your hands busy.
Meanwhile, in Switzerland, Macklin sat propped up against the headboard in his hotel bed, still a little buzzed but sobering up fast. He kept refreshing your chat every couple of minutes, waiting for those three dots to appear.
The message showed as read six minutes ago. “How was your day?” he typed quickly, hitting send, the message immediately switching to delivered.
Back home, you returned to your room with your snacks and picked up your phone again. Another notification waited that was one minute old.
Mack 🫰 how was your day?
You knew it was childish to ignore him. Part of you felt guilty but then you remembered, and the guilt faded. You weren’t the one being affectionate with random guys while he was thousands of miles away.
Macklin seeing that you had left him on read made his stomach twist with confusion. He stared at the screen, the little “read” timestamp mocking him. Did he do something? He’d been thinking about you all night and now this silence felt wrong.
Mack 🫰 hello??
You saw the notification pop up but didn’t open it, setting your phone back down on the bed beside the bag of chips.
A minute later, your phone started ringing. Macklin’s name flashed across the screen with a face time call and you declined without hesitation. The ringing stopped and started again. You declined the second call too, turning your phone over so you wouldn’t have to see his face right now.
In Switzerland, Macklin sat up straighter in bed, running a hand through his messy hair and sent another message.
The “most gorg woman eva has notifications silenced” banner appeared, and his chest tightened. You’d done that on purpose and he didn’t understand why you were ignoring him like this. All he’d wanted tonight was to get back to the hotel and talk to you.
Mack 🫰 Did I do something wrong? I miss you pls answer
He waited, staring at the screen, anxiety slowly replacing the leftover buzz from the night.
Back home, you let a few minutes pass in heavy silence before you finally picked up your phone again.
You opened his messages, the string of texts staring back at you. His sweet “hiiii baby” from earlier now felt almost mocking next to the worried ones. Your thumb hovered over the keyboard, tears threatening to spill again as everything refused to leave your mind.
You started typing before you could talk yourself out of it, fingers flying across the screen with all the hurt you’d been holding in.
You bet you didn’t miss me when you were letting someone else touch your hair
You hit send, knowing it was petty, but you didn’t care. How else were you supposed to tell him what was actually tearing you up inside? At this point, you were already pissed enough that another argument wouldn’t make a difference. More crying wouldn’t change anything either.
Macklin read it almost instantly. The typing bubble appeared right away.
Mack 🫰 what?
Before you could respond, your phone started ringing again. This time you answered, but kept your camera off.
“Hello?” you said.
Macklin’s face filled his side of the screen. He looked tired, still in the same black hoodie from the night out. “What are you talking about?” he asked, confusion clear in his tone.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“I don’t,” he insisted. There was a long silence until he spoke again. “Can you turn your camera on?”
You switched it on. You didn’t give him time to speak. “You know, I thought you were just hanging out with Sam tonight.”
“I was” he said quickly.
“Really? If it was just you two, was I imagining the two girls in the video? The one recording you guys? The one who wanted you to wear her jersey?” Your voice cracked. “And then that girl touching your hair, like she had every right to?”
Macklin opened his mouth, but you continued, tears slipping down again. “I thought me touching your hair was something intimate between us. But clearly it means nothing if you let some random girl do it while you’re drunk and smiling. Maybe I’ve been imagining how close we are this whole time.”
On the other end, Macklin’s face crumpled. He hadn’t thought twice about it in the moment but hearing you say it like this, hearing you question what the two of you had, it broke something in him, but now he couldn’t blame you for feeling that way.
His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he stayed quiet, letting you get it all out.
You kept going. “I feel so stupid sitting here at home missing you, wearing your stupid shirt, thinking you’re out celebrating with your friend. Then I open social media and see you with those girls like I’m not even crossing your mind. Like I’m just replaceable the second I’m not there.”
Macklin finally spoke. “Y/n, please, it’s not like that at all-”
“What’s it like then?” you cut him off. “Do you let every girl touch your hair when I’m not around?”
“No, I don’t. They were just-”
“I don’t want to hear it, okay?” Your voice broke completely. “I’ve seen enough today. And if I didn’t cross your mind even once while that was happening, then there’s nothing left to talk about.”
You hung up before he could respond, the call ending abruptly. You dropped your phone onto the bed and curled into yourself, fresh tears falling freely. You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.
Had you overreacted? But you knew your feelings were valid if you were hurt.
After you hung up, Macklin threw his phone across the bed. It bounced off the pillow and landed near the edge. He rubbed his face hard with both hands, letting out a heavy sigh.
For the first time in a long time, he didn’t even care if the tears came. His chest felt tight, like someone had checked him into the boards and knocked the wind out of him. Was this really it? Over something so stupid?
“Dude,” Sam said quietly, sitting up in the other bed and walking over. He’d clearly heard most of the call. Macklin looked up, eyes glassy. “I just heard.. I’m sorry, man.”
Macklin stayed silent, staring at the floor.
Sam continued, guilt in his voice. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have worn that jersey or let the girls hang around that long. I didn’t think it would blow up like this.”
“What do I do?” Macklin’s voice cracked. “She’s literally questioning everything we have. I don’t want this to be over over stupid shit like this. I don’t even know why I let her touch my hair.. it meant nothing. She doesn’t even want to talk to me anymore.”
Sam sat on the edge of Macklin’s bed, listening patiently as his friend spiraled. “It’s not over, dude. She loves you and that’s why she’s this mad. If she didn’t care, she wouldn’t be crying over a photo.”
“But she said there’s nothing left to talk about,” Macklin said. “What if she means it? What if I actually fucked this up?”
Sam shook his head. “She doesn’t mean it. She asked if she even crossed your mind when it was happening. Did you think about her tonight?”
Macklin gave him an annoyed look, the sarcasm clear even through the panic. “Dude, I literally wanted to get back here and talk to her. Do you think I wasn’t thinking about her?”
Sam nodded slowly. “Okay, then make it right. Tell her that. I’m really sorry again, man. I wish it didn’t happen this way.”
Macklin just nodded. He reached for his phone again and tried calling you. You didn’t answer, you didn’t even decline. He hoped you had cried yourself to sleep instead of sitting there still hurting because of him.
He dropped the phone on his chest and stared at the ceiling, the fear of losing you settling deep in his stomach like never before.
The next morning, Macklin woke up with barely any sleep in his system. His eyes felt heavy as he checked the time: 8am, pactice was at 8:30, and the knot in his stomach hadn’t eased since last night.
He wasn’t expecting any messages from you, figuring you were still mad, but when he opened his phone, relief hit him like a wave. There was a notifications from you, sent 35 minutes ago.
Most gorg women eva 🫰 Call me when you’re done with practice We have to talk And call me in the morning california time
It had attitude, sure, but you were willing to talk and that was all that mattered. He got through practice on autopilot, mind elsewhere, then waited until the right timeand called you from the hotel.
You answered on the third ring. “Hello?”
“Hey,” he said softly.
Neither of you spoke for a long moment. Macklin finally broke the silence. “So um.. I’m sorry about yesterday.”
“Yeah?” You asked genuinely.
“Yeah. I don’t think we should’ve gone to bed mad, but I knew I needed to give you space. I would’ve explained everything if you hadn’t hung up. But not that it’s your fault-” he started rambling quickly, clearly terrified of messing up again.
“Macklin,” you cut him off gently. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve let you explain instead of jumping to conclusions. But the video and the photo.. genuinely hurt my feelings. That’s why I was so mad.”
“It’s okay,” he said.
You took a breath. “I just.. I wish I was there with you. I don’t know why I get so jealous.. I guess I hate when other women get to touch you and it can’t be me because you’re in a whole different continent. And I just hope nothing changes between us now after yesterday.”
“Y/n, don’t say that,” Macklin replied quickly, reassuring. “Nothing is ever going to change. I’m sorry you felt that way and I promise when I get back I’ll make it up to you, okay?”
“Okay.” A few seconds of comfortable silence passed before you added, “So.. what actually happened?”
Macklin exhaled, grateful for the chance. “Me and Sam were at a bar after the game. When we left, we ran into these two girls, I don’t know if they knew we’d be there or not, but they had a Crosby jersey. They gave it to Sam, he put it on, and everything happened pretty much like you saw in the video. They asked if I wanted to wear it too and I, of course, said no. Then the girl kept saying she wanted me to wear it and I still said no.”
You let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I know. I was glad you said no, because then we would’ve had bigger problems.”
He chuckled softly, relieved. “And about the photo.. I don’t even really know why she was touching my hair or why I let her. I think the girl with the jersey wanted a picture with me and she was just fixing it real quick. It meant nothing, I swear, I barely remember it.”
You sighed. “Okay.. it’s really stupid when I hear it out loud. I just want things to be okay between us.”
“Baby, you’re the only one in my heart, no one else even comes close. Those girls were just random people we ran into for five minutes. You’re the only girl I want touching me, the only one I think about when I’m out there or lying in this hotel bed. I hate that I made you doubt that for even a second.” Macklin said sweetly, you could tell he was trying his best.
“Don’t ever get mad at me like that again, please. I was scared out of my mind. I’ll take you out when I get home, whatever you want.” He added.
“Bet,” you replied, back to your bubbly self. “But you’ll have to do more than just take me out.”
“I’ll do whatever,” he promised, sounding giddy.
At the end of the call, you added, “I love you.”
Macklin smiled widely, heart full again. “I love you too, baby.”
(i’m new to tumblr so idk if i responded to this post in the correct way) but im who sent in the OG to post to this, and it’s Jim’s sisters husband, (still their uncle) so he doesn’t have the same last name as them. Lol i didn’t lie, its also something verifiable by google
“the NHL’s famous Hughes brothers—Jack, Quinn, and Luke—are the nephews of longtime New York Knicks executive Jamie Mathews”
then it even says “While the brothers are hockey stars, they have strong family ties to the Knicks organization through Mathews' executive role. Because of this, and their proximity to the area, they occasionally catch games at Madison Square Garden” (also why they have a ton of merch)
you can check this by literally googling hughes brothers connection the knicks and there’s articles and tweets and stuff about it.
they go to games a decent amount, I remember pictures of them on the court with their family even got posted on here like last yearish
Jack “I keep my side of the street clean” Hughes compilation
Ellen describes her middle child as very organized. “He knows where everything goes in his room," she said. x
meticulously lining up his compression shirts in the background of Nico’s interview x
when asked which NHL player is most likely to have a messy hotel room: “Quinn Hughes. And Luke Hughes” x
when asked what his pet peeve or something that annoys him about Quinn: “He’s really messy and his clothes are everywhere” x
on living with Luke in NJ: “Like, I lived with him my whole life. So now he just happens to be way bigger and even messier.” x
Devils veteran Corey Schneider when asked if Jack Hughes was “tidy”: He actually was. He had the basement to himself and he kept it clean […] he was actually an ideal roommate […] And then tidied up and took care of stuff, so it was great having him around. x
Amanda Stein: “Are you tidier than Jack?” Luke: “He’s pretty tidy, so I don’t know about that one. But I try my best.” x
folding towels on the bench with perfect corners x x
voted himself “most likely to clean my shoes” x
carries around dental floss in his hoodie pockets x
Olympics 2026 re: rooming with Quinn: “gotta clean that up today” “the place is pretty scattered right now” “I’d probably say I’m a little more clean” x
In Jack’s photo dump, 4) one of the other guys is Brendan Brisson, 7) that’s Jack with Patrick Moynihan, one of his best friend from NTDP, 8) that’s his grandpa aka Jim’s dad and former NYC firefighter, 9) Jack w Brendan brisson
Thank you so much for sending this over to me :)
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