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Anonymous asked:
Hi!! I just found your account and I like your writing!! I was wondering if you'd write a Will Smith X older!reader X Macklin fic? like it's Will showing Mack why older women are more fun
(older being 23/24)
in my brain, reader is 21/22 just because mack is 18, but no age is specified so interpret how you want!! also this is kind of short my bad
nsfw content below the cut (minors dni)
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blowing smoke (3/?)
pairing: luke hughes x childhood best friend!reader, ethan edwars x fem!reader summary: your reconciliation with luke starts to affect your relationship with ethan in unrepairable ways.
warnings: underage drinking, cheating notes: sorry this took forever!! my semester is finally over who cheered!! also i had no idea how to summarize this part so sorry that the summary sucks
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the hughes' house always felt like a time warp during the winter.
slow mornings with pancakes and snow-frosted windows, movie marathons that stretch into late afternoons, and quiet evenings where the hum of a hockey game on tv fills the background of naps on the couch with the boys. the days seemed to blend together.
it's been three days since that night in the kitchen with luke.
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blowing smoke (3/?)
pairing: luke hughes x childhood best friend!reader, ethan edwars x fem!reader summary: your reconciliation with luke starts to affect your relationship with ethan in unrepairable ways.
warnings: underage drinking, cheating notes: sorry this took forever!! my semester is finally over who cheered!! also i had no idea how to summarize this part so sorry that the summary sucks
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the hughes' house always felt like a time warp during the winter.
slow mornings with pancakes and snow-frosted windows, movie marathons that stretch into late afternoons, and quiet evenings where the hum of a hockey game on tv fills the background of naps on the couch with the boys. the days seemed to blend together.
it's been three days since that night in the kitchen with luke.
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celebrating with macklin celebrini after a win? love your writing!!
the city lights blur behind the cab window as laughter fills the backseat. macklin fumbles with the zipper on his coat, the teamโs logo half-covered in beer. his hair's a mess, his grin lopsided. you're not much better, almost dropping your phone as you replay his game highlights.
โi canโt believe you scored that goal,โ you slur, nudging him a bit too hard in the ribs. โbar down like it was nothing.โ
macklin snorts, head lolling toward you. โi was aiming five-hole,โ he admits, and you both crack up like itโs the funniest thing in the world.
the driver gives you both a look in the rearview mirror, but neither of you notice.
by the time you've made it out of the cab and to the front steps of his apartment, macklin's dropped his keys. twice.
finally, you burst through the door in a wave of victorious cheers and giggles. macklin kicks his sneakers off as if they'd personally offended him, flopping down onto the couch.
โgod, i love hockey,โ he mutters into a throw pillow.
you collapse beside him, handing him a water bottle. โyou love winning.โ
"same thing."
you move to lay on him, your cheek smushed into his shoulder. his fingers lazily card through your hair.
โyou were unbelievable tonight,โ you murmur against his shoulder.
he huffs out a laugh. โyou say that every game.โ
โbecause itโs always true.โ
he leans back to look at you, his hands resting warm and heavy on your hips. โyouโre biased.โ
โobviously,โ you say, rising up to kiss the corner of his mouth.
he grins, cheeks going red. but he kisses you anyway, slow and familiar, like he knows exactly what you taste like after a night out, like heโs been waiting for this part all evening.
his fingers slide into your hair, tangling in the strands as he deepens the kiss, and the world outside fades completely. thereโs no cheering, no game-winning goal, no celebration. thereโs just the feeling of his lips on yours, the warmth of his body, and the quiet certainty of this moment.
when you break apart, your foreheads press together.
"i love you," he murmurs, tucking your head under his chin. he smells like a mix of beer and his warm cologne.
"i love you, too."
the silence feels sacred as you bask in his post-win glow. the only sound is the soft rhythm of your breathing and the distant city noise fading into the background.
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blowing smoke (2/3)
pairing: luke hughes x childhood best friend!reader, ethan edwards x fem!reader summary: adjusting to life without luke and with ethan proves to be more difficult than you thought
warnings: underage drinking notes: ethan edwards i love u so much!! all my luke lovers, don't fret he'll get his comeback in part 3 :)
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the rink doesn't change โ the sound of pucks clattering, blades sailing across ice, and the freezing air you've grown so accustomed to throughout the years. the boys laugh and yell, chasing each other down on the ice as practice ends. you briefly catch a glimpse of some familiar faces: dylan laughing by the bench, rutger digging for his water bottle. they offer you lazy waves and bright grins as you take your usual seat.
then, you see luke.
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blowing smoke (1/?)
pairing: luke hughes x childhood best friend!reader, ethan edwards x fem!reader summary: things have never changed since knowing luke. a quiet shift in your dynamic has you falling into the arms of his teammate, much to luke's dismay. now you have to decide which one you want more. ethan or luke?
warnings: underage drinking, drunk dry humping notes: this part is pretty ethan heavy, but trust luke will get some love soon!! luke hughes stop being a dummy ur in love with ur best friend
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the smell of the lake house never changed. in your nearly twelve years of being invited up during the warm, michigan summers, the smell never changed. the smell of sunscreen lingering from ellen hughes' attempts to save you from the pains of sun exposure. the smell of hotdogs singeing on the grill as jim got distracted by whatever game was playing on the tv. the smell of jack's overwhelming cologne that he swore "got the ladies going," whatever that means.
of course, now, at nearly twenty, there was no ellen chasing you and the boys around with a can of spf 50, quinn was the culprit of burnt hotdogs, and jack's cologne offended your nostrils more than ever. nevertheless, nothing changed.
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summary: nico returns home after the season-ending game against the hurricanes and finds you waiting up for him.
warnings: none note: just a small blurb about nico coming home after that last playoff game to kick things off on this blog! hope you enjoyed!
the soft click of the front door bolted you out of your half-conscious state. you weren't sleeping, not really. far too wired up off the reminder of nico's impending return. the sound is all too familiar. his bag dropping next to the door, as if he's too exhausted to carry it the extra few feet. his keys jangling as he tosses them down, sure to forget them next time he leaves. his footsteps dragging against the hardwood, a telltale sign of his exhaustion. it's a routine that leaves an acidic taste in your mouth.
the season had ended on a bitter note. a blown lead against the hurricanes effectively sending the devils into the off-season. with the injuries plaguing the team, you were proud of them for making it so far. it didn't matter to nico, though. they'd lost. that was it. another year he wouldn't lift the cup with his teammates. another year he'd have to spend, proving himself worthy of his captaincy, of his place in the league.
you sit up, flicking the light on. the room is cascading in a soft, warm glow, welcoming nico home. the plush comforter falls around your lap as the door quietly opens. nico drags inside, damp from the rain and looking as if he'd sleep for the next three days. you knew better, though. he'd be wide awake before 8am, humming softly as he makes you both breakfast before heading to the gym, eager to get off to a good start for next season. he never stopped, never allowed himself a moment to rest. you made a mental note to keep him in bed as long as possible in the morning.
he perks up as he notices you're awake.
"hi," your voice is soft, barely above a whisper as you take him in. you can almost see his body relax, letting the comfort of home envelop him as he sits on the edge of the bed. you crawl out from the covers, moving over to him.
"hi, schatz," he mumbles, running a hand down his exhausted face. "what're you still doing up?"
you rest your head against his back, your arms snaking around his middle. "wanted to wait for you. missed you."
he smiles softly as you punctuate your sentence with a kiss to his shoulder blade. this is all he needed.
"i missed you, too. c'mere," he tugs your arm, pulling you around to straddle his laps. he smiles up at you, his eyes full of adoration and weariness. his hands rest on your hips as you press your lips gently against his.
he had only been gone a few days, but the bitter sting of the loss made him want to curl up in bed with you and never leave. you both sit there, wrapped in comforting silence.
he lets out a deep sigh, patting your hip to signal you off so he can change. you move back against the pillows, watching him. he's quick to strip his hoodie and jeans off, leaving him clad in only his boxers as he crawls into his place beside you. he wraps you up, tugging you into his warm chest.
"i'm proud of you," your words are quiet and muffled against him. he sighs softly.
"thank you, schatz. i'm sorry i couldn't win for you," he whispers into your hairline, pressing a little kiss there. your heart aches and, for a moment, you hold him a little tighter.
"i don't need you to win for me, neeks. just want you to be happy with what you've accomplished this season."
he hums, quiet for a moment. "i think i am," he finally admits. you can hear the exhaustion in his voice.
"good. get some sleep."
"i love you," he whispers earnestly, squeezing you close to his chest. you giggle, squirming a little in his grasp.
"i love you more."
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Anonymous asked:
Hi! Sorry for bother you but did you give your permission to translate to Spanish your fics? I found on Wattpad that your fic band-aid brand is translated by the user dannbxel in their book one shots marvel
hi!! none of my fics should be posted on any other platforms!! thank you for letting me know!