technically a rangers fan
macklin celebrini x reader
the music is loud but the people are louder in the small west village bar. it's packed for a sunday night, people shoulder to shoulder, laughter spilling over itself, glasses clinking somewhere behind you. But it doesn’t feel overwhelming.
you’re leaning against the bar, elbow resting against the worn wood, your drink sweating lightly in your hand as you listen to your friend talk.
or…half listen.
“i’m serious,” she insists, leaning closer so you can hear her over the noise, “he looked at me like three times.”
you tilt your head, lips curling into a small smile, “or you looked at him three times and he noticed.”
she gasps, offended, nudging your arm, “lilah—”
you laugh, light and easy, shoulders lifting slightly, “i’m just saying. eye contact goes both ways.”
she narrows her eyes at you, but she’s smiling too, shaking her head like she’s done with you.
you bring your drink up for another sip, the cold hitting your tongue, grounding you just a little.
across the room, tucked slightly away from the bar, Macklin Celebrini is leaning against a table with a beer in his hand, shoulders relaxed but posture still straight in that way that never really leaves him.
next to him, Will Smith is mid-story, animated as ever, hands moving as he talks.
macklin’s half listening.
“—and then he just completely eats it, like full on—” will pauses, following macklin’s gaze, “oh.”
macklin doesn’t respond right away.
he’s looking at you.
it’s not even anything you’re doing, not really. you’re just standing there, laughing at something your friend said, but something about you makes his brain stall for a second.
“dude,” will says, grin already forming, “you’re not even trying to hide it.”
macklin blinks, dragging his gaze away for a second.
“what?”
will lets out a short laugh, nudging him with his shoulder, “don’t do that. you’ve been staring for like, ten seconds.”
macklin exhales through his nose, glancing back over without meaning to.
you’re still there.
still laughing.
“she’s just—” he stops, like he doesn’t have the right word, shaking his head slightly, “i don’t know.”
will gives him a look, unimpressed, “you don’t know how to talk to a girl?”
macklin rolls his eyes, “that’s not what i said.”
“kinda what it sounds like.”
macklin runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back, gaze flicking back to you without meaning to.
you’re still there.
still smiling.
completely unaware.
“it’s an off day tomorrow,” will adds, tone lighter now, like he’s easing into it, “we’re in new york. this is literally the perfect situation.”
macklin doesn’t respond right away.
just looks.
then exhales.
“…fine.”
will’s grin is instant.
you feel him before you really see him, someone stepping into the space next to you, close enough that your arm brushes his lightly.
you turn, expecting another person trying to squeeze in for a drink and instead you pause.
oh. he’s…really cute.
not in a way that feels put together or overly styled. just natural. brown hair slightly messy, like he’s run his hands through it too many times, eyes focused on you in a way that feels intentional but not overwhelming.
“hey,” he says.
his voice is calm, but there’s something just slightly careful about it, like he thought about saying something else first.
you blink once, then smile, “hi.”
there’s a small pause. not awkward, just a second where he’s deciding what comes next.
“sorry,” he gestures lightly toward the bar, “i was trying to get in here and—”
you glance down, realizing you and your friend are fully blocking space, laughing softly as you shift, “oh my god sorry. we’re kind of taking over this spot.”
“no, you’re good,” he says quickly, shaking his head, “i just—”
he stops again.
you tilt your head slightly, watching him now, curious.
“i just saw you from over there,” he finishes, nodding toward the other side of the bar, “and figured i’d come say hi.”
your friend makes a quiet noise beside you, something suspiciously excited but you ignore her.
you smile, just a little more deliberate now.
“well hi.”
he huffs a quiet laugh, shoulders lifting slightly, “hi”
there’s a moment where neither of you looks away.
“i’m macklin,” he says.
you freeze for half a second. “macklin?” you repeat, brows pulling together slightly.
he nods, watching your reaction carefully.
“wait—” you lean in a little, studying him closer, “like macklin celebrini?”
his expression shifts instantly just a flicker of something shy, almost sheepish.
“yeah,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck briefly, “that’s me.”
you blink, surprised, but not in a way that changes the energy between you.
“oh my god,” you laugh, shaking your head, “okay, wait that’s so funny.”
he smiles, a little uncertain now, “what?”
“my dad and my brother are like huge hockey people,” you explain, “they talk about you all the time.”
he lets out a quiet breath, something easing in his posture.
“yeah?”
“yeah,” you grin, “i mean, i’m technically a rangers fan, so…”
he winces slightly, hand coming up to his chest in mock offense, “that’s…rough.”
you giggle, nudging his arm lightly, “i said technically.”
“still counts.”
“not fully.”
he smiles at that small, but real.
“what’s your name?” he asks.
“lilah.”
he repeats it, quieter, like he’s testing it, “lilah.”
you don’t know why that makes your stomach flip a little.
“can i get you another drink?” he asks after a second, nodding toward your glass.
you glance down, then back at him, smile lingering, “yeah. i’d like that.”
by the time you move away from the bar, it feels like you’ve known him longer than twenty minutes. conversation just…flows. like neither of you has to think too hard about what to say next.
you’re tucked into the back corner now, sitting on a couch close enough that your legs brush every time one of you shifts and neither of you moves away from it.
“so you grew up here?” he asks, leaning slightly toward you.
“kind of,” you shrug, “close enough. my family’s a little outside the city.”
“that’s nice.”
“yeah,” you smile, “loud dinners, hockey always on tv, my brother yelling at the screen like they can hear him.”
he laughs softly at that, “sounds about right.”
“what about you?”
“vancouver,” he says, “but i’ve been everywhere for hockey.”
“do you like it? san jose right?”
he nods, “yeah. it’s good.”
“warm,” you add.
“very warm.”
“must be nice.”
“it is,” he says, then glances at you, “but this isn’t bad either.”
your breath catches slightly, but you play it off with a small smile.
“new york in the winter? bold take.”
he shrugs, “depends who you’re with.”
there’s a pause.
you look down at your drink, then back up at him.
“you’re smooth.”
he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head, “i’m really not.”
“you kind of are.”
“i’m trying,” he admits.
you don’t even realize how close you are until you stop talking. it just…happens. somewhere between laughing at something he said and leaning in so you could hear him better, the space disappears. your knees are pressed together now, his shoulder angled toward you, his hand resting just barely against yours like he’s testing it.
neither of you moves away. he looks at you. not quick. not casual. he really looks at you. his eyes flick over your face like he’s trying to take in every detail at once, like he’s memorizing something he hasn’t even fully figured out yet.
“you’re beautiful” he says.
it’s quiet. softer than everything else around you. you blink, caught off guard not by the compliment, but by how honest it sounds.
“thank you,” you say, voice just a little lighter than before, a little more careful.
he nods slightly, like he meant it more than he can explain.
there’s another pause. this one heavier.
his hand shifts, brushing yours more intentionally now, fingers grazing your knuckles before settling there. warm. steady. not gripping, just there.
“can i kiss you?” he asks.
he doesn’t rush it. doesn’t lean in first. just waits.
you nod, almost immediately.“yeah.”
he leans in slowly, like he’s giving you time to change your mind. his hand moves to your waist, gentle at first, and when your hand comes up to rest against his arm, he finally closes the distance.
the kiss is soft. lighter than you expected. like he’s easing into it. his lips move against yours carefully, not messy, just slow and deliberate, like he’s paying attention to every reaction you give him.
you feel him hesitate for half a second, like he’s about to pull away, so you lean in just a little more. and that’s all it takes.
his hand tightens slightly at your waist, just enough to ground you both there, and the kiss deepens, still slow, but warmer now, more certain. your fingers curl lightly into his sleeve, pulling him just a little closer. his thumb brushes against your side absentmindedly, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.
when you finally pull back, it’s not far. just enough to breathe.
his forehead almost touches yours, his breath uneven in a way that makes your stomach flip.
“…wow,” he murmurs. you laugh softly, a little breathless, “yeah.”
neither of you moves right away.
"um,” you say after a second, voice quieter now, “do you wanna come back to my dorm?”
he blinks once, then nods almost immediately.
“yeah,” he says, a small smile breaking through, “yeah, definitely.”
he hesitates for half a second, glancing toward the bar.
“i just—i should tell will.”
you nod, standing up with him, your fingers slipping into his without thinking.
“okay.”
will is exactly where macklin left him, mid-conversation with two older guys who look way too invested in whatever he’s saying.
he notices you both immediately.
his grin is instant.
“there he is,” will says, eyes flicking between you and your joined hands, “that was fast.”
macklin rolls his eyes, but there’s no real annoyance behind it.
“i’m heading out,” he says simply.
will nods, still smirking, “yeah, i figured.”
macklin gestures slightly toward you, “this is lilah.”
“hi,” you smile.
“hi,” will says, friendly, “nice to meet you.”
there’s a brief pause, then he looks back at macklin, grin widening just a little.
“have fun, buddy.”
macklin shakes his head, but he’s smiling too now.
“i will.”
"be safe you two!" will calls out, loud enough to hear as you both head towards the door
the air outside is colder than you expected, but it feels nice after the heat of the bar.
macklin’s arm settles around your shoulders without hesitation, pulling you a little closer to him as you walk.
“you’re not even wearing a jacket,” he points out, glancing down at you like he’s already decided it’s a problem.
“i didn’t think i’d be out this long,” you shrug, tucking yourself a little closer into his side anyway.
“rookie mistake.”
you laugh softly, breath visible in the air for a second, “i’ll survive.”
“so,” you say, tilting your head slightly, “is this what you do in every city? just…go out and pick up random girls?”
he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head immediately, “no.”
“no?” you raise an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.
“no,” he repeats, a little more firmly this time, “i don’t really do this.”
you look at him for a second longer, trying to read if he’s being serious.
“so i’m special?” you tease lightly.
he glances over at you, and there’s a tiny pause before he answers.
“…yeah,” he says, a little softer, like he didn’t mean for it to come out that honest.
your smile shifts less teasing now, more something you don’t fully name.
“good answer.”
he bumps his shoulder lightly into yours, “you set me up for that.”
“i did,” you admit, laughing under your breath.
there’s a beat, and then—
“you do this a lot?” he asks, nodding back toward the direction of the bar.
“what, go out?”
“yeah. bars, random nights, talking to strangers.”
you shrug, thinking about it, “sometimes. depends who i’m with.”
“so tonight?”
you glance up at him, a small smile forming again, “tonight was kind of random.”
“yeah?”
“yeah,” you nod, “we weren’t even supposed to come here. one of my friends just…dragged us in.”
he hums, like he’s considering that, “glad she did.”
you look at him, catching the way he says it so casually. “me too,” you say, quieter.
“you’re really easy to talk to,” you say after a second, almost like you didn’t mean to say it out loud.
he lets out a small breath, “i was kind of worried i wouldn’t be.”
you smile, “why?”
he shrugs, looking down at the sidewalk for a second before back at you, “i don’t know. i feel like i’m better at…other stuff.”
“like hockey?” you tease.
he smiles a little at that, “yeah. that.”
“well,” you say, nudging him lightly, “you’re doing pretty good right now.”
“am i?” he asks, glancing at you again, just slightly more nervous than before.
“yeah,” you nod, “you haven’t scared me off yet.”
he laughs softly, shoulders relaxing a little more, “good. that was the goal.”
“low bar.”
“hey,” he protests lightly, “it’s a start.”
“so what was your plan if i said no?” you grin.
he groans quietly, tilting his head back for a second, “don’t even say that.”
“no, seriously.”
“i didn’t have one,” he admits, shaking his head, “i was just gonna…walk back to will and pretend it didn’t happen.”
you laugh, “that’s so bad.”
“i know,” he says, smiling, “i didn’t think that far ahead.”
“clearly.”
there’s a small pause, then he glances at you again.
“you didn’t say no, though.”
your smile softens just a little.
“no,” you say, quieter, “i didn’t.”
he nods, like he’s still processing that a little.
“…good.”
you walk a few more steps, the building coming into view at the end of the block.
“so,” you say, looking up at him again, “be honest.”
“okay.”
“did you see me from across the bar, or was that like…a line?”
he lets out a short laugh, shaking his head immediately, “no that was real.”
“really?”
“yeah,” he nods, “i saw you laughing and—”
he stops, like he’s about to say too much.
“and what?” you press, smiling.
he exhales through his nose, a little embarrassed now, “and i just…couldn’t not come over.”
your heart does something stupid at that.
you try to play it off, tilting your head slightly, “so you’re saying i distracted you.”
“yeah,” he says simply.
you smile, softer now, eyes dropping for a second before meeting his again.
“i like that.”
he looks at you for a second longer than usual.
“me too.”
you both walk into your dorm building. it’s quieter inside than you expect, the hallway dim and still, the sounds of the city fading the second the door shuts behind you.
“my roommate’s out,” you say, voice softer now as you fumble slightly with your keys.
you can feel him behind you close, not touching, but close enough that you’re aware of every small movement he makes.
“convenient,” he murmurs.
there’s something in his tone that makes your stomach flip.
you glance back at him over your shoulder, smiling just a little, “right?”
his eyes are already on you.
they don’t move.
the lock clicks.
the door opens.
and the second you step inside, you barely have time to turn around before his hand finds your waist, warm, firm, pulling you back toward him like he’s been waiting to do it the entire walk over.
the door shuts behind you with a soft thud.
and then he’s kissing you.
You couldnt help the gasp that escapes your lips as your back hits the door. Macklins body was pressed against yours, his hands roaming over your sides as he deepened the kiss. His almost shy demeanor replaced with need.
His teeth graze your bottom lip, his breathing ragged as he pulls you impossibly closer.
"Fuck Lilah" he murmurs, his voice filled with lust. His lips move down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along your skin.
your head tilts back against the door as you gasp, your hands clutching at his shoulders. He lifts you suddenly, his hands finding your thighs and wrapping them around his waist.
Macklin carries you easily across the room, his steps steady even as his mouth stays locked on yours.
He lowers you gently onto the bed, his body covering yours as he continues to kiss you hungrily. His hands were everywhere, in your hair, down your torso, gripping your hips, like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.
your fingers tighten slightly where they rest against his neck, and he responds without thinking, hand pressing a little more firmly at your waist, keeping you there.
your breath catches somewhere in the middle of it, and you pull back just enough to inhale, lips still close enough to his that you can feel his breath.
“you should come to my game,” he says, voice low, slightly uneven, like the words slipped out without him fully planning them.
you smile, but it’s softer now, distracted, your thumb brushing lightly along the edge of his collar without thinking.
“i don’t know” you tease
he lets out a quiet breath, forehead almost resting against yours for a second, like he’s deciding whether to push it.
“come on,” he says, quieter now, eyes flicking between yours, “just this once.”
you tilt your head slightly, pretending to consider it, even though you’re already leaning back into him.
“hmm,” you hum softly, lips brushing his again, “i don’t know if i can betray my team like that.”
he huffs a small laugh against your mouth, shaking his head, “you’re being dramatic.”
“i’m being loyal.”
“to the wrong side.”
you smile at that, your hand sliding slightly from his neck to his shoulder, fingertips pressing lightly like you’re keeping him there.
“maybe,” you whisper.
there’s a pause. he looks at you, really looks at you again, like he did at the bar.
“maybe,” he repeats, quieter.
you nod, just barely. “I do look good in teal”
he exhales softly, a smile forming on his lips.
“you would look good in anything”
Macklin pulls back just long enough to tug his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular torso. Thank god for hockey.
His eyes roam over you, his hands moving down to your sides to slightly lift up your shirt. "this okay?" he asks.
"mhm" you nod, lifting slightly off the bed as he pulls your tank top off, leaving your top half bare.
"shit" he breathes out, his eyes hungrily taking in your bare tits. He leans back in, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your neck as his hands slipped up your stomach, moving slowly up towards your tits.
"Please mack" you whine, your hips trusting up into his.
"you want me to touch you hm" he asks, a sudden wave of confidence rushing through him. his hand moves to your jeans, giving you a look asking if its okay. you nod and he unbuttons them, pulling them down as you lift your hips, throwing them off the bed.
Macklin's heated gaze dips to the damp spot in the center of your underwear and his throat bobs. He watches you closely, brushing his thumb over your clit
“Mack” you whimper, and his mouth smashes back onto yours. He shifts his hips into a slow grind that makes your head spin. His mouth slides up your throat, hot, wet kisses that have your hips lifting.
“stunning.” The words are a whisper as pulls your underwear down, his fingers moving through the wetness spread between them.
“Look at me.” When you do, he drags his fingers through your slit before sinking one inside.
“Fuck.” His mouth opens on your shoulder as you cry out his name. He thrusts inside of you at an achingly slow pace that has you begging for more. Heat sparks in your stomach as he adds another finger, filling you at a steady pace that picks up speed until the heel of his palm slaps against your ass with each thrust. His chest rumbles with approval as you take everything he gives you, including the words he forces down your throat when his mouth moves onto yours.
“Good girl.”
you never expected those words to leave his mouth, and when they did, you came in an instant. your hips jut up into his fingers as your ride out your high, whining his name into his shoulder.
After a few moments to catch your breath, you finally catch his eyes. He's hovering over you, his own pants now discarded across the room, leaving him in his black briefs. You can see the outline of his cock, hard and heavy, basically begging to be touched.
"was that okay?" he asks, his confidence slightly wavering.
"Mack that was- fuck that was perfect" you breathe out, pulling him back down onto you and connecting your lips.
His dick rubs against your core as he groans into your mouth, his tongue clashing with yours in a feverish kiss.
"need to be inside of you" he murmurs against your lips
"please" you whine, your hands threading through his hair as he moves to kiss down your neck. "theres condoms in the drawer" you say pointing towards your bedside table.
he lifts off you and fumbles through the drawer, pulling the foil out. "you sure?" he asks one more time, pulling his boxers down. His throbbing dick slaps up against his stomach, small beads of precum at the tip.
you nod eagerly, staring down at his seemingly perfect dick as he rolls the condom on. pushing your legs wider, he runs his dick through your soaked core. he finally pushes in, slowly stretching you out until you feel full, full of him.
"Oh god" you moan, gripping onto his biceps.
"fuck you feel so good, fuckin perfect" he says, starting to thrust in and out of you.
Your nails rake down his arms, eyes rolling back as his speed increases. "Faster, please" you whine. And he does just that.
His skin slaps against yours as he pounds inside you, so deep you feel him everywhere. Each thrust is deeper and harder than the last. "Fuck" he grunts against your neck "your doin so good" he crashes his lips back onto yours.
Your moans are muffled by his mouth as you get closer and closer. "you gonna give me another?" he says against your lips as he relentlessly pounds into you.
you squeeze around him, his cock hitting the spot every time he thrusts into you "I-I'm close" you frantically nod.
"Me too baby. C'mon I know you can do it" he grunts into your ear and thats all it takes. with one finally cry of his name your pulsing around him. Macklin drives into you, stopping with a groan as he spills into the condom. He flops on top of you, burying his face into your neck, his softening dick still inside of you.
you both lay there for a few seconds, catching your breathe. he moves off your neck, sitting up a bit to look at you.
you catch his eyes, and small smiles fill both of your faces.
“…hi,” he says, voice quieter than before.
you let out a small laugh, breath still uneven, “hi.”
his lips curve just slightly at that, like he didn’t expect you to laugh, and his hand moves along your side without much thought, fingertips brushing slowly against your skin.
your hand lifts, fingers slipping into his hair and pushing it back from his face. he exhales at that, eyes closing for a second like he’s letting himself relax into it.
“you okay?” he asks, opening his eyes again, tone softer now.
you nod, a small smile forming, “yeah. are you?”
he huffs quietly, almost amused, “yeah.”
his thumb drags lightly along your side again, slower this time.
“that was-” he stops, like he’s searching for the right word, then just shakes his head slightly, smiling, “yeah.”
you raise an eyebrow, amused, “that was what?”
he looks at you for a second, then laughs quietly, a little embarrassed, “i don’t know. i was gonna say something and then it sounded stupid in my head.”
“no, say it,” you nudge, fingers still playing with the ends of his hair.
"that was the best sex I've ever had" he says, still a little embarassed.
your smile grows at that "eh I would probably rank it like 4th best" you tease, trying to hold back a laugh.
"oh come on. you really know how to wound a mans ego" he whines, along with a fake pout.
"I'm kidding" you smile, pushing the hair that flopped onto his forehead out of his face "definitely number one"
“good.” he smiles
his hand lingers against your side, thumb moving slowly like he doesn’t want to stop touching you yet, but after a moment his posture shifts just slightly. you can feel the change before he even says anything.
“…i should probably go,” he says.
it doesn’t sound convincing.
he hasn’t moved. hasn’t even pulled away. if anything, his hand presses a little more firmly against you, like leaving is the last thing he actually wants to do.
“you could stay,” you say, tone soft, like you’re just offering it, not making a big deal out of it.
he pauses, eyes flicking between yours like he’s making sure you mean it.
“yeah?”
you nod, smiling just a little, “if you want.”
he exhales, something in his shoulders relaxing immediately.
“yeah,” he says, almost too quickly, “i’d like that.”
you grin, fingers still resting lightly in his hair, “okay.”
he leans down, pressing another kiss to your lips, slower this time and softer than before.
but eventually he pulls back, realizing he's still inside of you.
he pulls out slowly as you softly wince at the feeling. he whispers a soft sorry as he pulls the condom off, tying it and jumping off the bed
“i’ll uh,” he gestures vaguely, running a hand through his hair again, “give you a second.” he says, walking buck naked to the trashcan.
you laugh quietly, sitting up as well, pulling the blanket around yourself before reaching for your clothes.
he pulls his boxers back on, glancing over at you once before looking away again, like he’s trying not to stare too much. you slip back into your underwear, then pick up his shirt from where it landed earlier.
"can i—”
“yeah,” he says right away, nodding, “yeah, of course.”
you smile, pulling it over your head. it hangs loose on you, sleeves a little too long, the fabric soft and warm.
he notices.
you can tell by the way his eyes linger for a second before he looks away again, smiling slightly to himself.
“what?” you ask, catching it.
“nothing,” he says, but he’s still smiling, “it just looks good.”
you roll your eyes a little, but you’re smiling too.
when you both settle back into bed, he doesn’t hesitate this time. he shifts in behind you, arm sliding around your waist as he pulls you gently back against him.
you fit there easily.
your back against his chest, his arm draped over you, his hand resting low against your stomach. his fingers move slightly like he’s not even thinking about it anymore.
“this okay?” he murmurs, voice lower now.
“yeah,” you say, relaxing into him.
he exhales quietly, chin brushing your shoulder as he settles in.
his hand keeps tracing small, lazy patterns against you, slower and slower as his breathing evens out.
“you’re coming tuesday, to my game” he mumbles after a minute, voice already starting to fade with sleep.
you smile, eyes half closed.
“we’ll see.” you tease
he huffs softly, like he expected that.
“you are.”
you tilt your head slightly back, just enough to glance at him.
“i'll be there”
he smiles as he pulls you into him, rolling you both to the side as he wraps his arms around you, your legs tangling under the sheets.
"night lilah" he whisper against your ear, giving your neck a soft kiss.
"night macklin" you say, before both of you fade off into sleep.
A/N: Finally writing macklin fics YAYYY. also if you want a part two let me knowww
