so jot that down

nic. she/her. i make gifs. ao3 no tinhatting. do not repost any of my posts.

[loganes]

say i couldn’t want you less

Pairing: Macklin Celebrini/Ryan Leonard Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9.4k Summary: Ryan’s been posted up on Dubie’s couch, methodically refreshing his Instagram feed about every fifteen seconds for the past hour or so, when his phone buzzes with a new DM notification.

mackcelebrini: my layover is in dc ryan.leno_4: good for you?

[loganes]

"knows will the best" -> took an embarrasingly long time to figure out that Will does care and is just not loud about it and was actually happy to admit that publicly.

Which actually makes me believe that he might actually think they're super close because he apparently can not see past the facade at all. And so if Will doesn't have an explosive outburst at him he clearly loves him I guess

Also someone needs to tell him that there is a difference between tough love directed at a player and saying weird things to justify that tough love that make you sound insane.

yeahhh hahaha that other clip was amusing. man discovers not everyone sees the world/interacts with it the way he does! shocker! it certainly sounds like warso had some kind of epiphany about it and that's a positive but a little sad how long it took, and agreed that his general verbiage around players he thinks have made mistakes kind of sucks.

i actually think warso and carbs have relatively similar coaching styles, re decision-making, but god does carbs sound much more rational/mature when he talks to or about his players. that matters a lot when you think about how important respect is in a locker room!

[loganes]

mackleno au where instead of willgabeleno, its mack deciding to enroll in bc instead of bu to piss his dad off while will is in the ivy leagues schools.. do u see my vision.. bc line but more insane

not sure if i buy will at an ivy league school in any universe haha. but an au where mack ends up at bc instead of bu? i'd read it. juicy because he and will are both centers, so they wouldn't have played on the same line..... mack coming in same year as will and getting top line status a whole year younger. would he get leno and gabe as linemates? more likely that the willgabeleno line doesn't get split up at least at first, and instead mack's given other wingers, but occasionally he'd be out there with leno anyway, on the pp let's say, or a line change where he's hanging around longer than he should (as he does). kinda fun to ponder how mack might act in this situation/what he'd demand of the coaching staff at bc, and whether his skill would allow him in to will's inner circle. full au since we're just rewriting history completely at this point and i doubt it's something i'd write (except maybe with r63 mack) but there's definitely some delicious drama to be had re: mack splitting up that line

[funnyboneys]

slide thru

m/f, e, 5.2k

macklin celebrini/will smith (female macklin celebrini, sexual tension, complicated relationships, unresolved romantic tension)

The first time he thinks Mack might genuinely be hot is when they’re out with Will’s family on the Cape.

[nutsacktorturer]

your virginity should go to your bros not to some thot

[dawg4aday]

warso speaks to social media reactions on his decision to bench will during the season [x]

[loganes]

life canceled i’m never getting in the docs again at this rate

[wavelette]

like, the most compelling ships for me always stem out of one thing: the characters have a profound, ongoing effect on each other’s senses of selves. when they are apart, the characters’ actions are still affected by each other. the way they approach the world changes because of the other. 

which is this deeply Austenian view of ideal romantic relationships as mechanisms by which we come to know ourselves better and become better versions of ourselves. good romance, for me, is always tied in with a sense of self-actualization, and the way in which a beloved partner allows a person to know themselves better.

[loganes]

are you on the ivar stenberg train or the chase reid train

i don’t have many eggs in this basket tbh but probably stenberg? more likely ready to make the transition immediately, scoring depth so that they can make some necessary trades for defense. i think he’s good leverage. unless you’ve got a schaef, drafting a dman who’s ostensibly not going to be nhl-ready for at least a year (or longer if you’re talking real game impact) doesn’t really serve their short term playoff goal. i’m not super invested and could see the argument for a longer-term plan to develop young d, though.

[no-sharks-on-the-sun]

[deervsheadlights]

wish everyone could perceive the Vague Concepts in my head because i just know you would looove my Vague Concepts. you would think im so smart if you saw the misty clouds of Vague Concepts floating around in my head. #MyVagueConcepts

[loganes]

leno looks like he should be a lot taller than he is. like slafkovsky or tom wilson's height. big head, broad shoulders and torso, big hands, etc. but then i see a full body pic of him standing next to someone else and it's like, "oh."

he doesn’t need to be taller to lay guys out on the ice or blow kisses to opponents or to suck mack’s dick, so

[moondoggiestyle]

premature ejaculation/impotence + winners room mackleno

“Uh. You’re not Smitty.”

Mack taps the spot on his chest where the C would sit if he were wearing his jersey. “Captain’s right. It's my forfeit.”

Leno gapes at him stupidly for a moment before he figures out he’s mad, his face going all surly. “What the fuck.”

In all honesty, Mack was expecting a little pushback. The written rules of the room are pretty straightforward, but the unwritten ones are a lot more convoluted. Captains don’t usually step in for the forfeit unless they’re sending a message or protecting some pathetic rookie, but even that’s rare. Will can handle himself in the room. He gets picked way more than Mack does.

Like, the Sharks lost a lot their rookie season and it’s not like Coots was around to step in for anybody. Will was a popular choice.

But he had a decent game tonight. He managed to get an assist, at least. Better than Mack’s two turnovers and -1 on the scoresheet. Pathetic. Just unacceptable.

Fucking figures Leno would put up four point night and earn himself the room.

“You heard me,” Mack says. He doesn’t care if Leno picked Will. If Will looked annoyed about it, and then more annoyed when Mack stepped in and claimed the forfeit instead. It’s Mack’s discretion as captain to make the call. Will doesn’t get a say.

Leno’s lip curls. “That eager to suck my dick, huh?”

Mack hates giving head. He’s bad at it and his gag reflex makes him choke too easy and his eyes start watering and his jaw hurts after. Also it tastes bad.

“Yeah, bud. That’s why I’m here.” He rolls his eyes. “So we doing this or what?”

The only thing worse than sucking dick in the room is jawing with the guy whose dick he has to suck in the room and dragging the whole thing out more.

Leno’s eyes dart around almost nervously. He stands there, not getting his dick out, so Mack marches across the room and does it for him, yanking his shorts down his legs.

“Jesus,” Leno yelps. He stumbles back, nearly tripping over his own feet, but Mack grabs hold of his thighs as he drops to his knees, keeping him upright.

Ugh. Leno’s packing. He’s barely even hard yet and Mack can tell he’s going to be gagging trying to fit it in his mouth. That's so insufferable.

“You don’t—” Leno starts as Mack gets a hand on him, loosely jacking him. It’s annoying when guys show up to the room and can’t even be bothered to get it up first. Like, Mack's gotta do all the work here?

“Not sucking your limp dick, bud,” he tells Leno.

Leno scowls at him. “I didn’t ask you to.”

He tries to shift back again and Mack instinctively tightens his hand, squeezing him a bit. Maybe a lot. Leno immediately stills. “Celebrini,” he says, voice low.

“Let me do my fucking job,” Mack says. He has to get Leno off. That’s the rule. The sooner Leno comes, the sooner Mack can leave and get back to his own locker room. To Will. To putting this awful game behind him.

“Okay, well.” Leno’s breathing kinda hard given that Mack’s not really doing much. Holding onto his dick like a leash, mostly. “Your dumb face doesn’t really do it for me, so. Keep that in mind,” Leno says.

Mack scoffs. “And what am I supposed to do about that?”

Leno’s face is all pink. He’s so stupid looking it’s unbelievable. “I’m just telling you.”

He’d get it up for Will. That’s what Mack hears. Him and half the league. Leno’s not special. Everyone wants Will’s mouth.

“Get over yourself," Mack complains. "Let’s fucking go."

Leno doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands while Mack attempts to jerk him to full hardness. They dangle uselessly at his sides, his fingers twitching. It’s not Mack’s job to tell him what to do. If Leno can’t figure it out, that’s on him.

Mack's focused on other things. He doesn’t really want to get his mouth involved until he has to, doesn’t want to be stuck sucking Leno off for that long, but this is taking forever. Maybe a little spit will get him going.

“If you try to fuck my throat, I’ll kill you,” Mack informs him. He couldn’t get away with saying that to a vet, but what’s Leno going to do? Mack’s the one with the teeth in this equation.  

Leno rolls his eyes. “I’m not going to fuck your throat.”

He keeps his word, but only on a technicality. What happens is this: Mack opens his mouth and gets the head of Leno’s cock in there, and he fills up so fast he may as well have shoved it down Mack’s throat. Mack’s hair trigger gag reflex immediately goes off and he starts retching, trying to pull off before he voms all over Leno’s dick, and then Leno fucking comes. Blows his load, just like that, half down Mack’s throat, the rest dribbling out of his mouth and down his chin as he jerks his head back.

He coughs and hacks for a minute, swallowing some of it and spitting the rest onto the floor. “Did you seriously just nut that fast?” Mack gasps once he’s done choking on Leno’s jizz and his own spit.

Leno’s breathing hard. He doesn’t answer.

“Dude. What the fuck. You didn’t even warn me.” Mack actually doesn’t know how he could’ve, given how it took Leno all of two seconds to shoot off into his mouth, but it’s the principle of the thing.

“I…” Leno doesn’t seem to have words. He’s red-faced and sweaty, staring at Mack with huge, shocked eyes. “Are you touching yourself?” he asks. He has the audacity to sound incredulous about it.

And what if Mack is? “It’s not against the rules,” Mack says. He doesn’t actually know that, but like hell is he walking all the way back to the locker room with his dick all hard and leaking. He pants a little as he furiously jerks himself, his hand shoved down his shorts. This isn’t even going to take long.

Like, longer than Leno, obviously, because Mack’s not the most embarrassing person on the planet. But he’s not going to be here all night.

“You could help me out,” he suggests. It would go faster then, and they could both get out of here.

“The fuck? I’m not sucking your dick. You’re my forfeit.”

Mack shrugs. At least Leno’s giving him a show. All flushed and sweaty, his shorts still caught around his thick thighs, soft dick wet and glistening from Mack's mouth. He’s got a stupid tattoo Mack didn’t know about. A big bold 413 across his quad. God, he’s such a loser.

Mack comes into his own cupped palm, whining through it. They’re still in the middle of the room, didn’t even make it to the bed, and it’s too far for Mack to wipe his hand off on the bedspread. He settles for wiping it on Leno’s shorts instead.

“What the fuck is wrong with you,” Leno howls, staggering back.

“My hand was dirty.” Duh?

“You—get out,” Leno says, as if he owns the room. As if he gets to boss Mack around the SAP Center. “We’re done here.”

Pushing to his feet, Mack grins at him. “You better practice, bud. I’m getting the room when we come to DC and I’m picking you. And I won’t shoot off in two seconds, either.”

Leno opens and closes his mouth a couple of times but nothing comes out.

“I’ll tell Will you said hi?” Mack offers.

A muscle in Leno’s big jaw ticks. “There’s come on your face. Just so you know.”

Mack licks the corner of his mouth. Oh. Gross. He wipes the back of his hand over his lips and chin. “Better?”

Leno looks like maybe he wants to wipe it off himself. With his fist. Very forcefully. That's probably Mack's cue. He slips out the door before Leno chooses violence, already mentally circling the next date they play the Caps.

He's going to score a fucking dick trick if that's what it takes.

[loganes]

Is he with Leonard here? I think they were both hurt this game? https://x.com/willmackupdates/status/2011975221729800396?s=46

no, leno played. i was at that game !

[loganes]

you can’t make this up

[loganes]

ok but you know who stopped liking will’s posts? mack—he hasn’t since the end of the season. choosing to believe he used marmon as an opportunity to get over will by getting under leno

okay i have nothing to back this up besides my opinion/the fact that these are all dudes but i actually think mack’s (and will’s) instagram like behavior is meaningless and it’s only leno’s that tells us anything worthwhile LMAO

when leno likes or doesn’t like a post? i’ll build cathedrals. when mack does or doesn’t? it’s by chance and there’s no thought going into it at all.

​all that to say i’m down to rpf about mack getting over will by getting under leno….. but without tying it to whether mack’s liking will’s posts

[loganes]

just reporting that leno liked the post

the realization that sucking mack’s dick so good he adds you on snap for when he’s back in boston means you’re going to have to see both him and will multiple times over the rest of the summer and you can’t still be salty about the bronco sponcon