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[macklinnews]

[Boston University Athletics] BU Terriers Unleashed

The three sets of brothers on the BU Terriers men's hockey team (Aiden and Macklin Celebrini, Quinn and Lane Hutson, and Case and Gavin McCarthy) talk about who's the most competitive and who's the mama's boy in the family.

[whirlpool-blogs]

BU Coach Jay Pandolfo on Macklin Celebrini

“You’d tell him not to skate too much, right?” “Yeah, he loves being on the ice.”

“We had to try to pull him back a little bit from being on the ice, because he would go out there two, three times a day. (amused) So I’m sure he’s trying to do the same thing in San Jose.”

+ the story of mack getting into it with the fifth year senior BU captain

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Photo by Chris McIntosh

[cailinsblog]

Sun, Sand, and Us | Case McCarthy

Case mcCarthy x reader

For the pookie @mialikeshockey go check out her work it’s better than mine I swear

The warm sun hung high in the sky as you and Case McCarthy arrived at the beach. It was one of those perfect summer days—clear blue skies, a gentle breeze, and the soothing sound of waves crashing onto the shore. The two of you had been looking forward to this for weeks, a day away from the hustle of daily life where you could just relax and enjoy each other’s company.

Case carried the beach bag loaded with towels, sunscreen, snacks, and an assortment of beach toys. You followed closely behind, your flip-flops sinking into the soft sand as you took in the beautiful scenery. The water sparkled under the sunlight, and the beach was dotted with families, couples, and groups of friends soaking up the summer vibes.

“This spot looks good,” Case said, pointing to a spot near the shoreline but far enough from the crowd to give you some privacy.

You nodded, and the two of you set up camp. Case unfurled the large beach blanket while you applied sunscreen to your arms and legs. Once everything was settled, you flopped onto the blanket, stretching out with a content sigh.

“This is perfect,” you said, closing your eyes as the sun warmed your skin.

Case plopped down beside you, his sunglasses perched on his nose. “It’s exactly what we needed,” he agreed, leaning over to press a quick kiss to your temple. “Just you, me, and the ocean.”

After a while of soaking up the sun, Case sat up, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “So, I was thinking...”

You opened one eye, suspicious. “Uh-oh. That look means trouble.”

He chuckled, grabbing a small bucket and shovel from the bag. “Not trouble, fun. Let’s build a sandcastle.”

“A sandcastle?” you repeated, sitting up. “Are we ten again?”

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” he said, giving you his best puppy-dog eyes. “Besides, I’m pretty sure I can build a better castle than you.”

“Oh, is that a challenge, McCarthy?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Absolutely,” he grinned. “Let’s see who’s got the better castle-building skills.”

You couldn’t resist a challenge, especially not from Case. The two of you moved closer to the shore where the sand was damp and easier to mold. Armed with your buckets and shovels, you got to work.

Case was all focus, carefully packing wet sand into his bucket before flipping it over to form towers. He worked with precision, adding little windows and a moat around his structure. You, on the other hand, opted for creativity, shaping your castle with towers of different sizes and even adding seashells for decoration.

“Hey, that’s cheating,” Case teased as he watched you place a beautiful spiral shell at the top of your tallest tower.

“Using the resources around me is not cheating,” you shot back, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Fine,” he said, laughing. “But don’t be surprised when I find a way to one-up you.”

The two of you worked in playful competition, occasionally flicking sand at each other and laughing until your sides hurt. Case accidentally destroyed part of his moat when he tried to dig too deep, and you couldn’t stop teasing him about it.

“Looks like the ocean’s invading your castle, Case,” you said with a smirk.

“Don’t get cocky, Y/N,” he said, mock-glaring at you. “Your castle’s leaning tower looks like it’s about to fall over.”

“It’s called artistic expression,” you shot back, giggling.

Eventually, you both leaned back to admire your work. The castles were far from perfect, but you couldn’t deny how much fun you’d had building them.

“Well,” Case said, putting his arm around you, “I think it’s safe to say we’re both terrible at this.”

You laughed, leaning into him. “Speak for yourself. My castle is a masterpiece.”

“Sure it is,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “But I’ll let you have this one.”

The two of you sat there for a while, watching as the tide slowly crept closer to your castles. The waves eventually began to lap at the edges, erasing your hard work bit by bit. But neither of you cared—it was all part of the fun.

“Want to cool off in the water?” Case asked, standing up and holding out his hand.

You nodded, taking his hand as he helped you up. Together, you waded into the ocean, the cool water refreshing against your warm skin. Case held onto your hand as the waves gently pushed against you, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

At one point, a larger wave came in, and Case used it as an opportunity to scoop you up into his arms, spinning you around as you squealed in delight.

“Case! Put me down!” you laughed, clinging to him.

“Not until you admit I’m the better sandcastle builder,” he teased, grinning down at you.

“Never!” you said defiantly.

He pretended to toss you into the water, but at the last second, he pulled you back and kissed you instead. His lips were soft and salty, and you melted into the kiss, forgetting all about the waves and the world around you.

When he finally set you down, you were both laughing, completely carefree.

After spending more time in the water, you headed back to your blanket to dry off. Case pulled out the snacks you’d packed—fruit, chips, and your favorite cold drinks. You sat together, munching on your treats and enjoying the perfect day.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, painting the horizon with shades of pink and orange, Case wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Thanks for coming out here with me,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I love spending days like this with you.”

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “Me too. It’s been perfect.”

The two of you stayed there, watching the sunset and soaking in the peacefulness of the moment. No matter where life took you, you knew that days like this—just you, Case, and the ocean—would always be your favorite.

[fantillisgirl]

could u write for aiden mccarthy? It’s okay if not I know not a lot of ppl know fgcu hockey players 😭

highlight of my night - aiden mccarthy

contains: fluff, cussing, instagram

summary: being with aiden is the highlight of your night.

notes: there aren’t any aiden gifs 😐 i won’t be using y/n i’ll be using luna but feel free to imagine as you’re own!!

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july 17, 2024

date nights with aiden were always the best, he loves to be with you, and do anything with you or whatever you want.

tonight, it was building legos. the two love to do these type of things together.

“you’re gonna break it!” luna said, hitting aiden’s hands away. “no im not!” aiden said, moving his hands back.

luna placed the piece of lego down, clicking it in. “continue.” luna said, sitting back. aiden started back on the lego as luna found a movie.

luna ended up picking a true crime documentary/movie, to keep the two interested but also able to focus on the legos.

luna flipped the page in the book, starting on the next piece

aiden and luna spent a few hours building legos.

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caption: date night vibes (it’s a mclaren car)

tagged// _aidenmccarthy

comments:

user: i wanna build a mclaren

- lulu.23: it takes forever

_aidenmccarthy: i wanted the mercedes 😐😐

- lulu.23: oscar piastri my goat, so mclaren better.

- _aidenmccarthy: i don’t think that’s how it works but sure 😬

user: she’s an oscar fan?? let me marry her??

- _aidenmccarthy: get in line?

casemcarthy_: i didn’t get a lego figure??

- lulu.23: were you supposed to get on??

user: @/user build legos with me

- user no.

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[mhagens11]

two mcCarthy brothers 🥺

[jackhughesismyhusband]

Michigan Move pt. 3

Send in requests with anything you’d want to see out of this series. Thank you for the love!

~

“Luke move!”

“Bro what?”

“Get your nasty elbows outta here, it’s messing up my shot!”

You smile to yourself at the continuous noise from the basement as Jack and Luke play Fortnite after the long day.

You had spent the past two hours writing in your journal about the events of the day. You read back your notes at the top of the entry with a little fun fact section:

Alex goes by Turcs

Trevor is a little goofball, but sensitive deep down

Yorkie and Spencer have a goalie handshake

Danny Weight’s laugh makes everyone smile

Writing the entry had been easier than you thought it would be at the memory of the chaotic, yet perfect first day.

//

The boys had been adorably tired after their day of activities, but pushed through with excitement for their first official class with you.

You heard running and laughing approaching as you finished tying on your ballet slippers. Some of the boys came toppling in with a motive. You yelped as they sprinted towards you. You scrunched your eyes closed and shoulders up with the sudden rush to you. With a sudden tap on your shoulder, you opened your eyes to see Henry Thrun cheering with arms up in the air.

“I won! Ha!” He pointed to Marshall, Vlasic, McCarthy, and Owen Lindmark who were surrounding you.

“I should hide next time to make this bet harder for you.”

They dropped their jaws in disbelief at your tease.

“Noo, I have to beat Thrun and I can’t do that if I can’t find you,” Lindmark slightly whined.

You waved them off and instructed them to take their shoes off and stretch while the rest of the group straggled in.

“Man, I don’t know how you guys have the energy for that right now,” you heard Caufield mumble as he slid off his shoes and looked at the five boys jumping, clearly on a high.

“How was your lunch, guys?”

A few “good”s and “fine”s were handed out. A “fantastic” was thrown in there by Henry as he stuck his head out to his neighbor, Marshall. Thrun was an outlier of excitement.

“Wow. Loving the enthusiasm here.”

“Sorry, y/n. We’re just really tired,” Pat Moynihan responded for the group which earned heads to nod.

“We were so excited for this, but coach really went hard on us after a tough game two days ago. It was basically two hours of conditioning,” Matt Boldy added.

“Aw, I’m sorry, guys. Well, we’ll be doing a little less hands on today and a little more observing with our first lesson. Let’s move around a bit, and then I’ll let you lay down.”

Content flooded through the room at your offer.

They stood up dramatically slow, with inclusion of grandpa grunts and lots of “help me up”s.

“Let’s all spread out a little and take up the perimeter of the room.”

Each person was about four feet apart in a square shape. Most were leaning against the mirrors with their heads tilted back.

They looked wiped out.

You kept that in mind, and decided to do more speaking and demonstration than you had originally planned for the day.

“Any soccer players here? Former soccer players?” A few head nods. “How many of you have done grapevines before?” A few less head nods.

“Alright. I’d ask you to come help me with the demonstration, but the people have spoken, and y’all are tired. So, just watch and feel free to stop me with any questions.”

You showed them the footwork pattern and some started to do it out as you went. Once they seemed to have it down, you all did in the makeshift circle - more like square - very slowly. You had them face the mirrors, so they could see themselves and their moves.

“Ok. Now, that we have that down, someone give me a song.”

“Sweet Home Alabama!” Trevor yelled out. The guys laughed.

You told them to face out, so they weren’t looking directly at the mirror anymore. You knew this would be fun for them because they could watch each other. And by the participation earlier in the day, you knew they wouldn’t be embarrassed or shame each other if they messed up.

You headed over to your phone already connected to the speakers and started playing the song.

“Alright,” you yelled over the speakers. “We’re going to step on the beat. I’m going to count you in with 8 beats. After 8, you step to your right. Listen for me to call out left. When I do, we’ll switch directions and go left.”

You headed over to your spot. You choose a slower tempo that matched the rhythm of the song and counted, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 - go!” You cut yourself off halfway through 8 to ensure they’d start moving on beat 1.

Cackles and confusion filled the room. Johnny Beecher had started going to the left instead of right, crashing into a giggling Trevor. Ryan Siedem started on the wrong foot and tripped over himself. Matt Boldy was being sassy and and leaned into his hip with every step, which then caused Alex Vlasic to go into a fit of laughter.

It was chaos, but it was sweet chaos. They were good boys and they cared, even if they weren’t always the best at what they were doing.

They eventually got the hang of it. Once the bridge started, you called out, “left!” to the group that had forgotten they were going to switch directions.

The chaos that had calmed down, came raging back.

The first thing you noticed was Jack practically eating the mirror next to him as Dom Fensore ran into him and caused a one-footed, mid-step Jack to plunge into the mirror. You toppled over in laughter, but kept up with the beat.

As the song died down, the guys seemed to have their energy back, yelling over each other and pointing with one hand on their head at disbelief with what their fellow converser said.

You went over the shut off the music and told them they could sit down again.

The group took a minute to settle down as they were still laughing at what they had done and seen.

You didn’t mind. It was nice to see them so carefree and young in a sport that forced them to be tough.

“We’ll be doing more of that almost every day. We’ll speed it up and eventually add more tricks and coordination to it.”

“Does that mean we can do it to ‘It’s Everyday Bro’?” Danny Weight called out.

You nodded and laughed with the rest of them.

“Ok. I promised you could lay down after we moved around, but just bear with me for a minute, and then we’ll relax.”

“I wanted to talk about footwork.” You look to see all eyes on you, intently looking up at you like you’re Gary Bettman offering them a spot. You continue with a soft smile, “The exercise we just did is super important because it’s directly linked to footwork. Some of the most important exercises we’ll do in here relate back to footwork because the more grace on your feet, the better you’ll be against your opponent.”

“I’m going to play a video I threw together about the introduction of this program. You can lay down now and it’ll play on the ceiling.”

Some seemed confused, but awe took over their faces like children at the projections on the ceiling. The NTDP had added that feature because you’d realized there was no where to project anything with all the walls being mirrors and the other wall having a window and cubbies. It came in handy today with the worn out boys.

You watched them watch the video you had put together when you were jet lagged at the airport, on one of your trips back and forth to NYC and LA. You had gone back and forth 5 times in the span of 2 weeks then.

Clips from “The Game Plan” show with Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson winning the Super Bowl due to his ballet technique. Your voice could be heard as you explain the importance of controlling your own body.

You take this opportunity while they were enamored with the presentation to slip out and grab a clipboard with paper, the roster, and a pen from your office. You take off your ballet slippers with the decision of skipping ballet today and focusing on logistics. You return to see the video almost ending and some of the guys resting their heads on another’s arm or chest for comfort. You slyly picked up your phone from your shelf and snapped a picture of the group casually cuddled together.

The video ended and claps echoed through the room from the center as they twisted their heads around to find you in admiration.

You smiled wide.

“I had planned to do more active work today, but I guess it works out that we chill a little more because we did have some technical things to get through.”

You continued.

“I have to get some information regarding sizing and what not, so I’ll ask you individually to meet in my office while you do a breathing exercise I made. It’ll help any time you’re sick, anxious, or just need to catch your breath. I find myself using this video before every audition and it helps a lot. If you enjoy it, maybe you could watch it before a game to get in the right mindset. Whether you use it or not, I think it’s important to give you the tools to take care of not only your physical health, but your mental and emotional health.”

Some eyes lit up at the mention of taking care of mental health. You knew you’d have a deeper conversation about that in the future when they became more comfortable.

You played the technique video you had made years ago. After researching the mind and the body at age 11, you decided to write research on your discoveries and create videos to aid your findings. The mind and body were connected in endless ways, so taking care of one takes care of the other.

Cam Rowe follows you as you call his name. You go in order of the roster.

He sits in one of the chairs across your desk and gets comfortable.

“Ok, Cam. How are you doing?” You make eye contact and smile to let him know you meant the question with sincerity.

“I’m okay. Pretty tired and I’ve been missing home a little bit lately, but the guys make it better.”

You give him a sympathetic look, “I know how you feel. I’m really proud of you for coming out here and making these sacrifices for your dream. Everyone back home and here is so proud of you. If you ever need anything or want to talk, I’m always here.”

His shoulders relaxed and a new person was in front of you, “Wow. Thank you so much. I-I didn’t realize how much I needed that. Thank you.”

More smiles were sent his way, “Of course.” You reached out to touch his hands on the table as a comforting gesture.

“So, we are going to be dancing, obviously, which means you’ll need the proper attire. Don’t worry, the program is taking care of all of it, I just need to know your sizes and shoe size.”

“Oh sick. Okay.” Rowe told you his sizes and left after you asking him to grab the next person on the roster, Cam York.

After about 45 minutes and plenty of genuine discussions, your roster ended with Cole. The two of you walked back in to the room to find the boys connected to the speakers and dancing with each having a partner and swinging each other around with linked arms. The video was only about 10 minutes long, so after the third person of Henry Thrun, you had him tell the guys they had this time to relax in whatever way they wanted - as long as they stayed in the studio and didn’t wander too much. Despite their low energy, they decided to spend that time goofing around. It made you happy to see them like this. You stopped at the observation window and took a quick video of them as Cole walked in and became a group of three with Jack and Spencer.

You walked in to quickly be pulled into that group. The four of your held hands and jumped around in a circle. The circle expanded to the whole group holding hands and jumping around the perimeter of the studio. Jack on your right and Cole on your left. The song ended and boyish cheers and giggles were highlighted with no more music to cover them.

You strode over to the phone connected and turned down the next song, so they could hear you.

“Well, I was going to end with an upbeat song to move around to, but I think that did it.” A few looked disappointed at the realization of the end of the class. “Thank you all so so much for making me feel so welcome and participating. I feel like I’ve known you for a month and it’s only been a day. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow!”

They headed over to their shoes while a chorus of “thank you”s rung out. You thought you were going crazy when you heard a few “love you”s slip through the gratitude. You weren’t complaining - you haven’t known them for long, but you already love the guys.

“Please please please don’t hesitate to reach out for any reason at all! It doesn’t have to be class related, I’m here for you!”

More gratitude was sent your way and promises of taking you up on that offer were sent your way. You were slightly surprised at first when Trevor came up to hug you, but it felt natural the second he embraced you.

“Thank you so much, y/n. You really helped me today,” he whispered in your ear. You thought back to the conversation in your office about his anxiety coming to the program so far away from home and always having to be the ‘funny guy’.

“Of course, T. No matter where we are in life, never be a stranger. I’m always here.”

He smiled and squeezed your arm as he walked off with Jack.

Jack waited for Trevor as the latter put on his shoes.

“You good? I’ll meet you at home?”

“Yeah. I drove here, thank you.”

He nodded and smiled with a wave as they walked out.

You let out a sigh and a little giddy noise at the success of the day.

You quickly tidied up your office and got ready to leave. The job didn’t require you to stay outside of the boys’ hours and you got all the work you wanted to get ahead on done.

You locked up the office and studio. Bidding a good day to Martha at the front desk, you headed out into the sunlight. The clock read 4:08 when you got in your car.

//

You decided to lay down for a minute after watching Jack and Luke fight over their video games. Dinner would be ready in about 45 minutes and you wanted to be feel fresh to answer the questions you’re sure you would receive about the day. You placed your journal in the drawer of your bedside table and turned your body to the side to look out at the lights of the suburban Michigan night. You closed your eyes and tried not to think about your successful day because you weren’t able to rest with all the smiling it produced.

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Bro. I’m a hoe for asks. Please. I’m so lonely.

I know it was shorter, but the last was unnecessarily long because there was a lot of intro info. This has more content of the guys.

Thank you for the support! <3

[lannowins]

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