#mcelebrini

[viennajoell]

https://www.tumblr.com/keelpay/818643218670534656/superserieshockey-yesterday-we-reported-joe

Based off this post^^

Going to watch your little brother’s practice only to find ex boyfriend Macklin coaching 🥹

Unexpected Coach

Summary: When you agree to watch your little brother's hockey practice, you're expecting an hour of drills and complaints about skating. What you're not expecting is to find your ex-boyfriend, Macklin Celebrini, standing at center ice with a whistle around his neck.

The last place you expected to see Macklin Celebrini was at a rink in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon.

Yet there he was.

Standing at center ice with a whistle hanging around his neck, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, effortlessly commanding a group of twelve-year-olds as they skated drills.

Including your little brother.

You froze halfway through the rink doors.

"Alright, reset! Faster feet this time!" Macklin called.

The kids groaned dramatically.

"Coach, my legs are gonna fall off."

"Then skate before they do."

A chorus of laughter followed.

Your brother spotted you first.

"Y/N!"

His voice echoed through the rink.

Immediately, Macklin's head snapped toward the stands.

And just like that, three years disappeared.

His expression shifted from confusion to surprise.

Then something softer.

Something dangerous.

You looked away first.

Because if you didn't, you'd remember everything.

The late-night phone calls.

The airport goodbyes.

The way he'd kissed your forehead before leaving for road trips.

The way neither of you had wanted to break up.

The way life had made the decision anyway.

You settled into the bleachers while practice continued.

Unfortunately, it was impossible not to watch him.

Not because he was coaching.

Because he was still Macklin.

Still animated when he talked.

Still ran a hand through his hair when he got frustrated.

Still smiled with that stupid little grin that used to make you forgive him for absolutely everything.

You hated that it still worked.

Practice ended forty minutes later.

The kids flooded off the ice.

Your brother hurried over.

"Did you know Coach Macklin?"

You nearly choked.

"What?"

"You guys were staring at each other the whole time."

"I was not."

"You totally were."

Before you could defend yourself, another voice interrupted.

"Your brother always this subtle?"

You turned.

Macklin stood beside the bench door.

Close enough now that you could see the faint freckles across his nose.

Close enough to remember exactly how it felt to kiss him.

Your stomach betrayed you immediately.

Your brother looked between you both.

"Oh."

"Don't," you warned.

"Ohhhh."

"Go get your gear."

Your brother grinned.

"I'll be in the car."

Then he disappeared before either of you could stop him.

Traitor.

Silence settled between you and Macklin.

For a moment neither of you spoke.

Then—

"Hi."

His voice was gentler than you remembered.

Or maybe remembering him had made you forget.

"Hi."

"You look good."

You laughed softly.

"That's your opener?"

"It was either that or pretending I didn't spend the entire practice trying not to stare."

Heat climbed your cheeks.

"Well. You failed."

"Completely."

The honesty made you smile despite yourself.

And apparently that was enough to make him smile too.

God.

That smile.

You'd missed it.

Far more than you'd ever admitted.

"Your brother didn't tell me you were coming."

"He didn't tell me you were coaching."

"Fair."

Another pause.

Neither uncomfortable nor easy.

Just full of things unsaid.

Macklin shifted his weight.

"How've you been?"

The question should've been simple.

Instead it felt loaded.

How have you been since we broke up?

How have you been since we stopped talking?

How have you been pretending not to miss me?

"Good."

He raised an eyebrow.

"That's usually the answer people give when they don't want to answer."

You laughed.

"Still annoying."

"Still honest."

There it was again.

That familiar rhythm.

Like no time had passed at all.

Like you hadn't spent years convincing yourself you were over him.

Like he hadn't been the person you measured everyone else against.

The realization hit harder than expected.

Because suddenly you weren't remembering why you loved him.

You were realizing you still did.

Macklin seemed to reach the same conclusion.

His gaze lingered.

Neither of you looked away.

"You know," he said quietly, "I thought about calling you."

Your breath caught.

"What stopped you?"

A humorless smile crossed his face.

"I figured you deserved someone who wasn't constantly in another city."

The answer hurt because it sounded exactly like him.

Always putting everyone else first.

Even when nobody asked him to.

"Mack."

He glanced up.

"You didn't get to decide that for me."

Something vulnerable flashed across his face.

Gone almost immediately.

But you'd seen it.

For a second neither of you moved.

Then he laughed softly.

"I've missed you."

Three simple words.

The same three words you'd spent years trying not to say.

Your eyes stung unexpectedly.

"Macklin..."

"I know."

"No, you don't."

He stepped closer.

Not touching.

Just close enough.

"Then tell me."

You swallowed.

Hard.

"I missed you too."

The relief on his face was almost painful.

Like he'd been carrying that answer around for years.

Maybe he had.

Maybe you both had.

The rink had nearly emptied now.

Only the distant sound of skate guards clicking against concrete remained.

Macklin looked at you for a long moment.

Then smiled.

Small.

Hopeful.

"Any chance you'd let me buy you coffee?"

You laughed through the emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

"Coffee?"

"Coffee."

"Not dinner?"

"Didn't want to get ahead of myself."

Your smile widened.

"That's new."

"I've matured."

"Debatable."

His grin returned instantly.

There he was.

The boy you'd loved.

The man you never really stopped loving.

Macklin held the door open.

"Coffee?"

You pretended to think about it.

Then stepped toward him.

"Yeah."

His smile grew.

[28farabee]

colleen describing mack as someone who can keep up with will and will’s needs instead of the other way around. yeah. exactly.

[h4rsfics]

Hear me out..

Hughes!sister x Macklin celebrini? So I don’t know if you know but Macklin like stayed with them or smth during the summer one year? (Something along the lines of that..? 😔) anyway.

Just something fluffy and cute of reader and Macklin being two teenagers ? Maybe it’s just about reader being nervous for him to come stay , or smth? Sorry, im awful at requesting things cause you can’t read my brain 😞.

- 🐞

a/n :: i love this idea, and i love writing about teenage love so perfect! sorry if this wasn’t what you pictured, but i tried 💘

in this mack & reader are 15 and so is luke cause he’s her twin, so jack’s 17 and quinn is 19!

this is really short sorry :(

main masterlist

***

“oh my gosh, y/n, can you chill? you’re making me anxious!” jack groaned, glancing up at his younger sister who’s been pacing back and forth for like an hour.

“yeah, why are you so freaked out? you’ve known mack for years, y/n, you’ll be fine. it’s not like you’re sleeping in the same room as him anyways!” luke piped up, and you shot your brothers, excluding quinn, a glare, and stop pacing for a moment.

“i know i’ve known him forever but like- we haven’t been dating for that long! now, he’s gonna see me when i’ve just woken up and in a bathing suit and-”

“so what?” quinn cuts her off. “macklin is head over heels for you, i can promise you that. everyone sees it but you.”

“maybe… but i’m still nervous! you guys would be nervous too if like your girlfriend was staying with us for the summer..” you huff softly, going back to your pacing and looking at your phone to see the time.

“i wouldn’t.” jack said, shrugging.

“of course you wouldn’t.” you mutter with a soft scoff.

a knock on the door pauses luke from what he was about to say, and you stop in your tracks.

after a moment of silence, ellen comes in the room and looks at you, but doesn’t bother questioning why you’re not getting the door and goes to open it herself.

***

later at dinner, you sat with mack on your left and luke on your right, across from you three was quinn and jack, and at each end of the table was your parents.

it’d been going fine, and you weren’t so nervous anymore now that macklin was here, his presence just reminding you that there’s really nothing to be nervous about.

the two of you kept giggling and whispering to eachother as if you were little kids, and luke poked your arm and whispered: “not so nervous now, told ya,”, earning an eye roll from you before you turned back to mack.

“wanna go out on the boat after supper, guys?” ellen asks, and everyone collectively nods. you do, too, but a bit hesitantly.

this day in age, it was almost more weird to not be insecure of your body as a teenager, especially a girl, and you definitely were.

yeah, you’d known mack a pretty long time, but you’d never really had to be in a bathing suit in front of him up until now.

of course he would never judge you. it’s macklin. the boy with the kindest heart you ever knew and the most comforting words. and you tried to remind yourself that as you changed in the bathroom later.

you pulled on a baggy, off the shoulder t-shirt after changing into your light yellow bikini, and pulled on your jean shorts. you left the bathroom and went back to your room to get your phone and mack was on the bed, wearing only swim trunks.

“you excited?” you ask him, and he grins and nods.

“of course i am. im gonna show luke that im wayyy better at wake boarding than he is,” mack smirks and you giggle quietly, sitting down next to him nervously.

“hey,” macklin mumbles. he’s like, the most observant teenage boy on this earth in your mind. “what’s up with you? you’re all anxious today.”

“nothing, nothing,” you mumble quickly, giving him a small smile after he places his hand on your lower back and rubs it a bit.

“you’re a shitty liar,” he chuckled gently, kissing your cheek. “just tell me what’s wrong. you know you’ll cave eventually anyways.”

you sigh, knowing completely well that he’s absolutely right. you’re a terrible liar and can’t lie to him as hard as you try.

“i just.. you’ve never really seen me in a bathing suit.” you mutter. “and well… i’m not like, the skinniest,”

his face softens noticeably, and you can practically feel it even though you’re avoiding eye contact.

“baby,” macklin whispered, wrapping one arm around your shoulder and the other around your waist. “okay, first of all, you should know i don’t care about that. i don’t expect you to be a super model, and we’re only fifteen, babe,” he said gently, still rubbing your back.

he presses a gentle kiss to your temple before speaking again. “second… you’re absolutely beautiful. like, out of this world beautiful, likeee, you’re a freaking goddess!” he grins, and you smile a little.

“what im saying is that i dont care about what you or your body looks like anyways. i love you for you. your beautiful face is just an addition to your beautiful heart,” he says, pulling away and kissing your forehead lightly.

he knows you’re not really good at taking compliments, so he just speaks before you can. “let’s get going to the boat. i gotta beat your brothers,”

[angeltees]

not in charge, macklin celebrini

pairings macklin celebrini x fem!reader warnings smut, handjob, established relationship wc 1.0k notes so tired the words were lowkey blurring into each other at the end so if there’s any mistake let’s all collectively ignore it, please?

The warmth of Macklin’s back against your chest barely compares to the heated precum that dripped down from his twitching.

Your hand was unrelenting as it squeezed him in the exact way that made him fall apart, your hand twisting at the perfect pace to pull all the pretty sounds from his between swollen lips. 

Your hand that wasn’t wrapped around his throbbing cock was pressed palm down on his chest, your fingers ghosting over his perked nipples with just enough pressure for him to arch up in an attempt to get more.

“Fuck- feels so good.” His high-pitched praise was paired with another one of his attempts at pushing his hips further into your hand– hoping to chase your palm that moved up and over his red tip.

His entire body was humming with life, from his shaking legs to his barely moving chest. But his noises were everywhere, his groans bouncing off every corner of the room. 

“Need more, m’so close-” His voice broke off with a loud gasp, his head tilting back to rest against your bare shoulder. His legs twitched again when your hand squeezed him with a warning, his eyes falling closed when you rebelled against his plea.

Because if there’s one thing Macklin learned whilst being with you, is that he wasn’t in charge. Not when he was under you with his eyes, wet with tears but still shining like he held the universe in his irises, blinking up at you. 

Not when he had you pinned to the counter with his cheeks wet with your arousal, and his tongue both tracing and memorizing everything about your taste and the way you felt.

And definitely not when you had him pinned to your chest with your hands controlling him, forcing his body to move like your own personal doll.

When your wet kisses and not-so-gentle suckles turned into harder nips and blossoming bruises, his eyes rolled back in pleasure. He found pleasure in the pain you inflicted on him, his entire being leaning into whatever you gave him.

But what he couldn’t deal with, what caused his eyes to well up with crocodile tears, was when you slowed your hand– your thumb pressing directly against his sensitive tip instead of collecting the usual beaded precum.

That’s when he broke, that’s when you finally had him at your complete mercy. You owned his body and soul, every part of him that he had to bear. 

So when he tried to look into your eyes from over his shoulder, but was unable to due to the position of your head deep in his neck, his chest rumbled. 

An unamused sound left his lips on its own accord, his body still fighting every urge it had to either thrust his lower body up into your messy hands, or to push his chest into your palm that was now removed from his nipples to hold his body against yours.

You held Macklin’s bruised skin in your lips as you pulled away, the skin slightly stretching with the hold you had on it. You released it with a loud, dramatic pop. You knew Macklin’s big eyes were staring helplessly at you, but you were cruel. 

“Why’d you stop?” You didn’t pay your crybaby boyfriend any mind, your eyes still staring at his saliva-damp neck. Before you could stop yourself you were leaning back in with your tongue out, your eyes lidded as you licked a stripe on his thick, and extremely veiny neck. 

His breaths were coming out faster now that you weren’t stimulating him, but his need for your touch was just as strong. But before he could grab your hand and force it to move– which he, for the record, was seconds away from doing– your voice suddenly sounded.

“Did you suddenly forget the rules?” Your eyebrows rose when your boyfriend, instead of freezing in his usual manner, opted to shake his head instead. It was astounding watching your usual whiny boy try to fight against his urges to submit to you, all for what? 

Because he knew what would happen when he didn’t listen. But as you’re observing the hues of his cheeks that grew deeper, it all clicked for you. It wasn’t that Macklin forgot he isn’t the one to make demands, especially one that wasn’t followed by his echoes of pleases. But it was because he wanted you to punish him, he wanted to be broken in by you. 

Which is why you did the opposite. With your lips tight with a fake smile, knowing that your narrowed eyes hid nothing, you began moving your hand again.

And with your voice as low as a whisper but as sharp as a thorn, you landed the final blow, “you’re not in charge, baby.”

And his reaction was immediate. Though confused, his face pulled up in an array of pleasure right away, his mouth dropping open and his nose scrunching. Your hand moved fast from the get-go, the pace fast enough to throw him off balance and straight into the deep end. 

Instead of using your thumb to collect his juices, you palmed over his tip with enough pressure for him to try and fold at the waist– which wasn’t possible with your other hand pressed directly against his chest. 

He was thrown for a loop, which you utilized with a catty hook. You knew he expected you to punish him by forcing him down on the bed with your thighs wrapped around his head, your smell drowning his senses in a way that made him satisfied enough to die– which you knew all about by overhearing him talking about it with will.

But you also knew that he still didn’t know that you knew how much he loved being suffocated by your sopping cunt. You knew from the first time he lowered himself between your spread legs, from the first time his eyes closed when he inhaled your sweet smell. 

He got pleasure from pleasuring you, his hard cock rutting against his sweats as he came in his pants. Earlier, even though he asked you for more, he knew what he wanted.

So you gave it to him in the way you wanted, with your hand wrapped around his cock and your fingers deep in his throat– his cheeks suctioning around your ring and middle finger as he repeatedly swallowed around them.

[kawhh]

Shark boy I've grown fond of | USA vs Canada Feb 22nd | Macklin Celebrini

[quinnfever]

the future is teal

[mattssnoopy]

me and @mcelebrini

[viennajoell]

request for a angst with mack. he’s letting fame getting to him and forgets abt reader a lot and it leads to reader wanting to break up. HELLA angst please

Fading Out

You used to be his favorite person.

Now you were starting to feel like an afterthought.

The first few months after Macklin’s breakout season were magical. He was on top of the world — new contracts, interviews, endorsements, and constant attention. You were so proud of him. But somewhere along the way, the boy who used to text you “I miss you” between periods started forgetting to text back for days.

It started small.

Missed date nights because “something came up with the team.” Forgetting to call after road trips. Showing up late to your birthday dinner because he lost track of time at a sponsor event. Every time you tried to bring it up, he’d kiss your forehead and say, “Baby, I’m sorry. It’s just crazy right now. You know I love you.”

You did know he loved you. But love without effort started to feel like nothing at all.

The final straw came on a random Tuesday.

You’d planned a quiet night in — your anniversary. You cooked his favorite meal, wore the dress he always complimented, and waited. And waited.

He walked through the door at 10:47pm, still in his suit from some media appearance, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey,” he said distractedly, not even looking up. “Sorry I’m late. The guys wanted to grab drinks after—”

He finally looked at the table. The candles had burned down. The food was cold. You were sitting on the couch in your nice dress, arms wrapped around yourself.

His face fell. “Shit. Anniversary. Baby, I’m so sorry—”

“Don’t,” you cut him off, voice shaking. You stood up, trying to keep it together. “Don’t call me baby right now.”

Macklin set his phone down, finally giving you his full attention. “I know I’ve been the worst lately. The fame stuff… it’s a lot. But I’m trying—”

“You’re not trying,” you said, the words spilling out like they’d been waiting for months. “You forget my birthday plans. You forget to call when you’re on the road for a week. You post pictures with random influencers but can’t remember the last time you asked how my day was. I feel like I’m dating a ghost of the guy I fell in love with.”

His jaw clenched. “That’s not fair. You knew what this life was going to be like.”

“I knew it would be busy. I didn’t know you’d stop seeing me completely.” Your voice cracked. “I’m exhausted, Mack. I’m tired of feeling like an option.”

He stepped closer, eyes wide with panic now. “Don’t say that. You’re not an option. You’re everything to me. I’ll do better. I’ll clear my schedule, I’ll—”

“I think we should break up.”

The words landed like a bomb.

Macklin froze. “What?”

“I can’t keep doing this,” you whispered, tears finally spilling over. “I love you so much, but I don’t even recognize you anymore. The fame got you, and I lost my boyfriend somewhere in it. I deserve someone who remembers I exist when the cameras aren’t on.”

He looked devastated. His eyes were glassy, and for the first time in months, he looked like the old Macklin — the one who used to look at you like you hung the stars.

“Please don’t do this,” he begged, voice breaking. “I’ll fix it. I swear to God I’ll fix it. Don’t leave me.”

You shook your head, wiping your tears. “You shouldn’t have to ‘fix’ remembering the person you’re supposed to love. I waited for months, Mack. I’m done waiting.”

He reached for you, but you stepped back. The hurt in his eyes nearly made you cave.

“I love you,” he said desperately. “You’re the only real thing I have. Please.”

“I love you too,” you whispered. “But sometimes love isn’t enough when one person is doing all the loving.”

You grabbed your bag and walked toward the door, every step feeling like it was breaking your heart into pieces.

“Y/N, wait—”

You paused at the door, looking back at him one last time. He looked lost. Broken.

“I hope the fame was worth it,” you said softly.

Then you closed the door behind you.

The second it clicked shut, you heard something shatter inside the apartment — probably the glass he threw. But you kept walking, tears streaming down your face, wondering how the boy who once promised you forever became someone who couldn’t even promise you a text back.

Fame had won.

And you had lost the love of your life to it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​