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You went to sleep last night in a happy bubble. You thought of Garrett surprising you with a nice dinner or a heartfelt gift. You dared to dream that he'd put together a hangout with your shared friends.
In essence, you had hoped to be thought of. Being cherished on the one day of the year that's solely yours.
Now, you feel fucking stupid.
The only texts on your phone come from your parents and your best friend.
Nothing from your boyfriend. Not even a good morning.
He'd told you he'd be busy this morning with a Bruins practice opportunity. The reel came up on your feed minutes ago.
But, still.
You drag yourself up and open the curtains. A beautifully sunny day awaits outside. In your heart all you feel is sadness that borders on melodrama.
You go through the motions of the morning with little ease. Every time you manage to forget about your boyfriend forgetting you, traces of him left around your dorm remind you oh him all over again.
His letterman jacket that he "accidentally" always leaves behind because he knows how much you love it sits on your desk chair. The umbrella he used to save you from getting drenched on a rainy day stands proudly next to the door.
You wonder when he'll remember. You're certain it's not up to you to remind him how much today means to you. Right?
Garrett opened the door to The Boys' House and exhaled a sigh of relief. Media duties with a team he hasn't officially signed with is just what Phil Graham's son has to deal with.
The guys are all scattered around the house.
Tucker's laser-focused eyes leave the apple pie he's carefully decorating in surprise. Dean's walking down the stairs in just a towel and stops mid-step to look at Garrett in shock. Logan's fingers are flying across his phone way too quickly, yet joins the others in looking at Garrett like he's grown another head overnight.
"Uh, hey?", Garrett greets them all.
Dean snorts, already seeing where this is going. Tucker rolls his eyes in dismay and gets back to work.
Only Logan replies. "Hey, you doofus. Whatcha doin' here?"
"Uhm, I live here?", Garrett replies smartly. "Have for the past two years."
Logan rolls his eyes and sits upright. "Yeah, sure. We all just thought we wouldn't see you today, G."
Garrett just looks at him confusedly. "Does someone care to fill me in?"
"Dude, he means you should be with Yn. Y'know on her birthday", Dean interrupts. He's obnoxiously chewing on an apple and way too happy to know more than Garrett (for once).
Immediately, panic floods Garrett's nervous system. "No. Her birthday is the twenty-second. It's the twentieth."
"Other way around, smartass", Tucker mumbles under his breath.
Garrett pulls out his phone to confirm his words. Only to see June 20, 2026 mockingly stare at him back. Just under the date, rests a calendar notification titled 'Yn's Birthday' with three mocking balloon emojis behind the words.
Fuck.
Logan looks at him with pure dissapointment in his eyes. Eyes that say 'told you so' without verbalizing it.
"I need to go", Garrett mumbles to nobody in particular.
He checks his messages when he's inside the car. Text from his manager, his dad, and...none from you.
Because why would you the text the man that says he loves you yet forgets your birthday?
He races to your dorm and makes it in record time. At your door, he hesitates. The conversation ahead of him puts fear in his heart. You've been dating for eight months and despite having some small disagreements, this fuckup isn't something either of you can sweep under the rug.
A hard series of knocks stops you from further pushing your sandwich around. Your mood drops even further knowing who that particular knock belongs to.
"Yn! I know you're in there", he begins.
You wonder if IRL ghosting is as big of a moral dilemma as online ghosting. (AITA for IRL ghosting my boyfriend for forgetting my birthday?)
He loudly lets out a sigh. You can imagine what he looks like out there; running his hand through a mess of curls while standing outside in his post-practice sweats. "Please, don't ignore me."
At those words, you become enraged. You ignore him? Seriously?!
You stand up and unlock the door, and he quickly walks in after you.
"Funny coming from you", you snort. You can hear the pettiness that causes him to wince, but you don't care. You can't care about his feelings when he's so easily trampled all over yours.
"Yn, baby, I-", he starts.
You shake your head. "No, Garre, don't. Don't come here with stupid excuses. Admit it." You're holding your head high knowing that if you drop it tears will follow.
"It's not an excuse. I thought it was the twenty-second. Baby, please", he begged.
"Just say the words, Garrett. You forgot about my birthday", you grit out.
"Babe, I'm serious. I had a whole day planned with a restaurant reservation and..look!", he suddenly remembers the email he's gotten from the five-star steakhouse. "See? I didn't forget you."
You stare at his phone screen through tears. You feel bad for lashing out at him, but you feel worse for yourself. You've spent your entire birthday wallowing in insecurities and general misery.
He crosses the living room in three purposeful steps. He looks at you for a second and wraps his arms around your tense figure. You break down in tears faster than he can apologize.
"I know", he starts. "I'm so sorry. Fuck, I can't imagine how you felt all day." His hands are busy between combing through your messy hair and caressing your back.
Through tear-stained cheeks and red eyes, you look up at him. You see his wrinkled forhead and worried eyes.
The general shittiness of the day catches up with you in an instant. A loud, frankly ugly snort ripples through the air.
Garrett stops caressing your back and whispering sweet-nothings. With an eyebrow raise, he says, "What was that?"
Those three words start off a chain of unstoppable laughter within you. He can't help but join you when he realizes how stupid the situation is.
This is the type of thing you'll both look back on and tease each other with. You'll blush at his teasing, but he'll look away embarassed as he explains his parts of the story.
"What a day", you finally let out after getting every semblance of laughter out your body.
He rolls his eyes fondly, but stops when his eyes land on the analog clock in your kitchen. "Yn, look", he says with wide eyes.
You look at where his eyes are focused, but you're lost. Yeah, it's 4 pm...so what?
"We have time for a birthday date", he clarifies.
You shake your head. "No, you don't h-", you start.
He interrupts. "Nope. Not taking that as an answer. Get ready, Yn. I'm about to pull all the stops."
He leaves you with a kiss on the forhead, a squeeze, a promise to pick you up at six, and a warmth in you heart that only he can make you feel.
Your birthday might not have started ideally, but life isn't about perfection. It's about living and loving.
One thing you've learned to do well in recent years is make the most of everything.
For that reason, you've decided to combine a baby shower and gender reveal in one night.
Macklin's mom insisted that you don't need to cater as she'll bring every one of your favorites. Minnie assured you that all the decor will be done by her (which in fact, they were done before you arrived home last night. You asked Mack how she got in (?!) and simply got a cheeky smile in response.)
The only thing left is how you'll tell everyone the gender. You decides to go the classic (easy) way- a cake reveal.
Macklin picked it up this morning from the bakery he frequents to get you all your pastry cravings.
You'd texted everyone that the gathering starts at 8.
By 7, you're sat at your newly-constructed vanity. You're applying foundation with a fluffy brush when you see someone in the corner of your eye.
Macklin's leaning against the door, staring at you with the softest eyes. He turns to look at the empty hallway when he realizes he's been caught.
You smile and motion him to come closer.
"Hi", he smiles. He kisses your shoulder and nuzzles the crook of your neck. You put the brush down and gently rake your fingers through his soft chestnut hair.
"Hi, you", you mutter back. You look in the mirror and realize he's wearing pink.
"Tryna throw them off our scent?", you tease.
He chuckles. "Can't have them knowing before the big reveal, can we?"
You shake your head at his silliness. You've picked the brush back up and are blending out the foundation when he says, "Wear blue."
You look at him through the mirror with a glint in your eyes.
"Please", he adds. A little late, if you were to be asked.
"Planning on it", you nod to the closet. On it, a blue flowy summer dress is perched.
He smiles and gives you a cheesy thumbs-up. You can't help but smile at his dorkiness.
You've noticed a shift in Macklin recently. He's a lot more...content. When you both found out about the pregnancy, there was so much stress surrounding the two of you. Now, six months later, much of the stress has dissipated. You're at a place where the unknown has become your new normal. Macklin's learned to be strong for the three of you. He's devoted, much more than you'd ever even wished he could be. A calm, of sorts, has settled over you two.
You're fluffing your hair when the doorbell rings. It rings again before you even have the chance to get up.
"Coming!", Macklin yells...from what sounds like the nursery.
You peek out into the hallway and your heart stops. Everyone that loves you two is at your door. Minnie, Macklin's family, and Lane.
Half of them are dressed in blue (Aiden, RJ, and Minnie) and looking far too smug. The pink wearers are are confident in their choices but nowhere near as loud about it.
As everyone comes inside, your brand-new living room becomes filled with a lot more laughter, love, and gifts. Your heart warms at the sight of them all.
You waddle back into the room and put on your finishing touches; strappy sandals, small pearl earrings, and bangles. You figure it's one of your last times really dressing up while pregnant. Why not go all out?
Once you walk out into the hallway, you hear a squeal. Robyn is smiling ear-to-ear and you can hear her call you beautiful from where you're standing.
Macklin's standing, waiting for you once you've waddled to the end of the hallway.
"Hi, again", he murmurs. His lips meet yours in a soft, chaste kiss.
"Hi", you respond.
You're both broken out of your bubble by Minnie coughing loudly. You roll your eyes at her antics, but inside you're happier than ever. The world has changed so much in just seven months..it's nice to know someone has stayed the same.
You do the rounds around the room, greeting everyone. A few hands feel your bump, with everyone admiring it.
Your skin is radiating the happiness in your heart.
You all settle into the living room with Macklin sitting on the arm of your chair.
Conversation flows easily, but is cut by a grumble. Coming from you. Or, more specifically, your baby.
Macklin snorts. "I take that it's time to eat. Everyone, get your plates. Serve yourselves!"
You swat at him, but are secretly happy for the queue. Thankfully, it seems only Macklin heard the grumble.
At the tail-end of dinner, you mention cake.
Robyn and Minnie whoop.
You explain the rules. "So, with the cake, we need everyone to close their eyes. I'll cut it, Macklin will pass the pieces around. At the same time, everyone will open their eyes. Deal?"
Everyone nods, and a few comment on how cute the idea is.
"Close your eyes!", you call out.
Everyone does so, with Minnie making a big show of putting her head down like she's in school.
Macklin and you lock eyes, with him nodding at you to start.
The first few pieces are slid around the table quietly by him.
All is well...until Aiden's slice is in front of him.
He gasps. So loud you're certain that the Wilson's next door heard him.
Macklin immediately realizes what's happened and smacks his brother upside his head. "Dude!"
"I'm sorry! I had to see", Aiden says.
"You're so not the godfather", Macklin grunts back.
Aiden lets out a similar gasp to the first one. "Take it back!"
Lane, from across the table, snickers. "I'm the godfather now, loser."
You see Aidan silently raise his middle finger in Laine's general direction (though, to you it looked to have been closer to Robyn...).
You finish passing out the cake by the time the back and forth ends.
"Everyone besides Aiden, open your eyes", you excitedly direct.
Everyone gasps. Aiden in faux offense, the rest in shock.
"A boy! Oh my god, Yn!", Minnie screams out.
"My boy's having a boy", Robyn emotionally lets out.
Laine, Macklin's siblings, and father are simply congratulating the two of you.
You're surrounded by Minnie and Robyn for the next twenty minutes. Talks of boy names, the nursery color scheme, and overall motherhood surround your trio.
You look across the dining room at Macklin mid-conversation.
He's already looking at you, with a glint in his eyes.
In this moment, the baby is so real. Not just a distant idea or a dream.
But, someone whose coming soon. He'll disrupt your normal and change everything you thought you knew.
He shakes his head with a smile that you return.
These people are crazy, but they're your crazy people.
Little did you two know this was the calm before the storm.
Reader was reassured by Logan that he doesn't have a crush on Hannah anymore but Reader constantly catches him staring at Hannah. Then Reader sees Hannah Kiss Logan , Reader is upset that Logan isn't trying to pull away.
Angst-fluff. Up to you how you go with it lol
over her, huh?
π€π john logan x gf!reader ππ€
fluff
written ff
synopsis: you and logan have been quietly "dating" without a label for a while. when hannah starts coming around, she disrupts your relationship with logan out of nowhere.
You can't remember when the shift from friends to something more occurred.
One day, you were making out in the tunnel after a Briar win. The next, Logan was opening up about his childhood.
You remember telling him you aren't a 'no-strings-attached' type of girl. He nodded, like he understood, but he never outright asked you to be his. He never told the guys you're his girlfriend.
It's no surprise you're green with envy now.
Hannah's in the living room on the dingy couch you've teased Logan over a dozen times. Logan has his full attention on her, like if he's not staring at her face she'll disappear.
He's laughing at everything she's saying. You feel stupid staring.
It's been like this since Garrett introduced the group to Hannah. She's his tutor, according to Tuck. Since when do tutors become as constant as the northern star?!
You move to sit next to Logan and he just scoots away. He would later tell you it was to give you space, but you're certain it was so that he could be closer to Hannah.
You scoff and walk away in a flurry of angry silence.
"Y/n, wait! Hold up", he calls after you.
You're upstairs, picking your belongings up from his room when he catches up with you. "Yn? What was that about?", he asks, appalled.
"Are you fucking serious, Logan?" His mouth slacks in shock even more somehow. "Every time Hannah's around, you're all eyes on her. I thought you said you were over her?"
"I am. I said I was, so I am", he reassures.
"Then why are you looking at her how you've never looked at me?"
He quiets.
That lack of answer said everything.
"You love anything you can't have", you say on your way out.
Your words ring in Logan's ears far after you've darted away. He's reminded of Jules who said the very same thing to him last week.
Logan ruminates over this all day and night and comes to a conclusion. He has to distance himself from Hannah if he wants any chance with you.
So, he puts it into action.
Hannah comes over for breakfast and he grabs a bagel before heading to yours. He doesn't stop and sit next to her while laughing at her puns, like he would have before.
Instead, he grovels for minutes on end and begs you for another chance.
You agree, but on one condition. He asked what it was and immediately agreed. He was already distancing himself from Hannah on his own. No biggie.
John had been talking to Tuck when she walked in. He stilled when he saw her at the door.
"Hi", she greets them both.
Tucker answered without looking up from the pineapple he's cutting. "Hey, Wellsy. Garrett's in his room."
"Actually...I came to talk to Logan", she shocked them.
Hannah can tell he's looking for any reason to walk away from the conversation. "C'mon. Just a second. Please?"
He assents, hoping he can just let her speak her mind and leave.
Tucker catches the weird vibe that's suddenly taken over the room's usual comforting vibe. "I'll be-oh who cares."
John's staring at the spot where Tucker just was when Hannah speaks. "Hey, uh, I don't know what happened or changed. You've been off for..a week?"
She awkwardly giggles to fill the strange silence.
"It's just distance, Hannah. Nothing meant by it", Logan replies blandly.
"I've been having problems..with Garrett", she admits.
She looks as beautiful as ever in that moment, Logan admits to himself shamefully. Her bright blue eyes are shining, cheeks adorned with the pinkest blush. She's smiling shyly the way people do when they're scared to admit something.
He looks at her blankly, urging her to go on.
"And...you-well people have been saying you like me. Is that true?"
Logan had not expected those to be the words to come out Hannah's mouth.
Her kissing him right after was even less expected.
But, because nothing in Logan's life can be simple, he hears a surprised gasp from the entrance of the house. This same gasp snaps him out of his shock and he creates a sizeable gap between himself and Hannah.
Only then does he realize that the gasp came from you.
You're out the door before he can even process how to react.
"Fuck", he says under his breath. He runs his hands over his face and through his hair on instinct
He glances at Hannah, but is surprised to realize he feels the same regret that's washing over her face.
"That was a mistake", Logan tells her plainly. "Please-I...liked you once. But, I'm in love with her."
Hannah herself rushes to apologize. Logan waves the apology away and decides it's time. Time for him to run after you.
You're closing the car door when Logan gets outside. Visible anger is hard set on your face.
"Wait, Yn!", Logan yells out. He's in front of you in a matter of seconds.
"Logan, what?", you ask in exasperation. What could he possibly have to say about what you saw in there?
"She kissed me", he starts. You scoff right away, as if on instinct.
"You didn't stop her, Lo", you murmur.
He has no rebuttal to that. Because, he didn't stop her.
"You're right", he answers. You roll your eyes and move to start leaving. "But- I realized something. I didn't feel anything when she did. I didn't like it, I was just shocked."
"I don't have to kiss Dean or Tuck to know I don't have feelings for them", you bite back.
"I know that, Yn. And I'm sorry. I really am. I told Hannah that was a mistake...and I'm in love with someone else." His face is earnest, like the final wall he'd been holding up had crumbled.
You wish your heart hadn't fluttered when he said that. You should be strong enough to walk away from Logan once and for all.
But, you've had the softest spot for him for two years. It seems it won't harden overnight.
"I love you. So much. I'm so fucking stupid that it took almost losing you for me to come to my senses", he admits. His brown eyes are desperate, pleading almost.
"So what, Logan? You're just gonna hide us and act like we're just best buds tomorrow."
"No. Not if that's not what you want", he reasons. "I just thought before that things would be easier if we weren't public."
"Easier for you? Probably", you snide.
Logan's gentle smile falling makes your stomach drop. "I'm sorry..that was mean."
He chuckles silently. "I deserve mean. You're far too good for me anyway."
You open the door and he steps back. The air is warm and you can hear the breeze rustling the leaves. You're looking up at Logan, with hope in your heart. This'll be the time things will be different.
He closes the gap between the two of you. He's kissing you against your car door. His hands are around your waist, gripping onto your cardigan. Your fingers are tangled up in the waves near his nape.
"One more chance, Lo. Don't blow it", you whisper.
He tucks a strand of loose hair away from your face and behind your ear. "Wouldn't dream of it, baby."
Parents tend to go one of two ways with baby names: traditional or eccentric.
The names Macklin has been throwing out this past week makes you think there's a secret third option in there: bullshit.
"I am NOT naming our baby Sidney Wayne, Macklin!", you insist over dinner.
"Okay, I hear you! But, imagine the legacy..", his eyes are glazed over and you're starting to think your boyfriend is legally insane.
"Serial killer legacy?", you mutter.
He scoffs. "Hater."
Later that night, you suggest much more human names. Not made up true-crime, hockey-esque fantasies.
"James?", you suggest.
"Boring", Macklin counters.
"Dean?"
"Like the sausage?", he snorts. "That'll make some chirp."
You visibly pause, serum dropper mid-air. "Well, maybe when you suggest a normal, cute name we can use your suggestion."
He quiets. The next time you look back he's making a thinking face, brows furrowed and green eyes focused on the popcorn wall.
"Lay 'em on me", you joke. You're getting in bed, trying to find the sleeping position that'll hopefully let you get more than five consecutive hours of sleep tonight.
"Leo", he says. He has a proud smile on his face.
You stop moving. "That's not half bad, Macklin."
"You hear that, Leo? Your mom thinks your name isn't half bad. High praise", he speaks to your round belly.
You playfully swat him away. "Leo Celebrini. I like it", you muse.
"You should come up with his middle name. So", he begins to blush, "he can have a name from both of us."
The suggestion is so cute and tender you don't have the heart to tease him about it.
You take your phone from the night stand to pull up your note app.
Macklin gives you an amused, yet questioning look.
"Baby name list, duh", you explain. "It's mostly girl names...but I think I have a few boy names in here."
When you settle down on the bed again, Macklin scoots closer. His head is on your shoulder, eyes fixed on the list.
"Hm. Okay, not too bad", you say.
"I like these two the most", Macklin says about the last two names on the list.
You glance over it one last time, and your eye catches on the second name on the list. Reid.
"Leo Reid Celebrini", you try it out.
Macklin smiles. "Leo whenever he's being good and Leo Reid when he's in trouble."
You smile. "Exactly."
"If you don't get in here right this insant, Leo Reid", Macklin attempts a 'dad reprimanding his son' tone. Except, he's smiling the whole time. Instead of being stern, he looks like a goofball.
You snort. "Thank God you have time to work on that."
He rolls his eyes, but his gummy smile is still on display.
"Goodnight, Yn. Goodnight, baby Leo", Macklin kisses you both goodnight.
Leo gives a small kick in response and you both smile at each other in the dim room.
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"Way! I told him "dude, a pecan is a nut" and he said no every time I insisted on it. And now, he's sent me a selfie from the ER", Will tells his story of the week.
You cackle, his storytelling abilities never failing.
It's almost 1 a.m. and you and Will are going through your usual ritual. Call that lasts hours recounting the week, laughing until your ribs ache, and falling asleep before you two can get the chance to hang up.
"Miss you", he suddenly murmurs.
Your heart aches.
You remember the days before the "Miss you's". When everything was so simple, yet every small change was life-altering.
High school feels a decade away now, like a memory starting to fade around the edges.
You met Will in homeroom.
He'd been throwing wadded up pieces of paper across the room to his friend. When, suddenly, one of those paper wads landed in your hair.
You grunted and gave him the worst side-eye you'd ever given one of your classmates.
And apparently, this not-very-charming moment of teenage moodiness was what caught Will's eyes.
He'd come up to you after class and apologized. Up close, you could see how pretty he was. Crystal blue eyes, soft waves in his blond mane, and dimples to top everything off.
You'd accepted his apology and walked away in haste. No need for much else.
He was a bit stumped by your need to get away from him. So, he'd asked you out. As an apology.
You'd accepted, although hesitantly.
It had to be some sort of cruel prank from your new classmates.
Except when Will walked up to your door with two roses and a shy smile, you were almost as ruined as he was.
That was your first date with Will three years ago.
He broke your toughened exterior that day and became irreplaceable in your life. He was a constant fixture, too. There was never a day you two didn't see eachother.
Until, he moved away. Not to the town over or even the state over. Across the country. On the whole other coast. There are three thousand miles between you and your high school sweetheart.
You snap back into the present. "Miss you, too", you whisper softly.
You can hear him rustle around. You can imagine him right now; dim room and woeful eyes.
"Just two more weeks and I'll have you all to myself for the summer", you can hear him smiling as he speaks.
He's been hyping up this trip back to Boston like crazy. Its as if he's been gone for decades and not just the one year since he started his professional career.
You decide this is the perfect time to let him in on your surprise.
Will's surprised to hear a knock on his door this late af night. You feign surprise on your end, too.
"Is it Macklin?", you ask.
Hearing his footsteps approach, you hang up the call.
Will looks through the peephole and does a double take. God, he can't miss you so much he's imagining you. Right?
When he opens the door and sees it's you, the real you, he almost drops his phone.
"Surprise!"
He almost tackles you to the ground. You huff out an amused laugh. "Hi", you say into his hoodie.
He pulls back to look at you. He's looking at you like you might disappear if he doesn't stare hard enough.
He interlaced your hands and closed the door behind you.
"Hi, baby", he finally says.
His eyes are slightly glassy (which you will 100% give him shit for later) and still in disbelief. "But- finals? Packing week? I thought you finished next week."
"A few white lies", you admit. "I wanted to surprise you. Maybe see San Jose with you? Gotta see the hype around the city that stole my boyfriend."
He half-snorts half-scoffs. "Dork."
"Your dork", you counter.
His ears redden, but he doesn't argue with that. "Missed you", he admits again.
You stand between his outstretched thighs, looking down at him. "You have me all to yourself. Two weeks and all of summer", you offer.
"Hmmm. Not enough", he says with a gleam in his blue eyes.
You straddle his thighs, lips caressing his ear. "How about I add tonight to that deal?"
His smile grows into a smirk. "We've got a winner", he plays along.
You yelp in surprise when he gathers you in his strong arms and gives you a small toss.
Long distance isn't easy. It never will be.
But, nights like this one remind you both of how real the love between the two of you is.
requested: yes! anon requested "4. Domestic life in the apartment, ie what life looks like for them rn- Him holding back her hair for morning sickness and sitting on the floor with her, trying to keep up with classes and practice, exercises in the apartment for pregnancy and to keep fit, him cooking her meals to keep her off her feet, etc"
WARNINGS: N/A
a/n: lowk I can't for the baby finally being born arc...
Every apartment you and Macklin went into was either rundown or way too expensive for you to feel okay living there.
Besides the juxtaposition in apartment quality, the way the brokers treated you and Macklin was also too funny to be real.
You're both obviously young, but with your growing bump and the apartment budget; they treated you like young royalty.
The biggest benefit of the treatment was the apartment you both finally settled on.
Two bedroom, two bathroom, and 900 square feet. Not to mention, the peace and quiet around the complex.
You were estatic in the car on the way back to the dorms.
"Which room should we make the nursery? I like the one with the wider floor plan; we can make a little play area", you ramble.
Macklin smiles. "I'm happy you've come around on the apartment."
You soften. "I was just hesitant. But, you were right. Raising a baby isn't suitable to dorm life."
A minute later, Macklin agrees. "And yeah, the wider room for the baby. We can make a play rink in there", he smirks.
"Oh no no no. You are not making our son a hockey player fresh out the womb, Macklin Celebrini", you tease.
"I can already see it. Baby Celebrini, #17. Center for the San Jose Shaaarks", Mack's inner commentator comes out.
You're laughing harder than necessary at this point.
But, you knew you really had to enjoy these last few peaceful days before the dreaded last trimester sets in. Heartburn, insomnia, extreme discomfort; Robyn has warned you of it all.
She had the nerve to tell you Macklin himself had been a nine-pound-infant and twenty-one inches when first measured.
You hadn't worried too much about birth before this little tidbit came to your attention. (Moreso, to not fall into any anxiety attacks.)
And now with Spring move-out coming up, you have a lot on your plate.
Little moments like these are what keep you somehwat sane these days.
Turns out you didn't have to stress about moving out of your dorm for two reasons. A) you don't have much to begin with so moving from the dorm to the apartment was going to be easy regardless and B) the Celebrini's completely handled moving out.
Robyn helped you pack, Aidan boxed all your belongings up, Macklin put it all in the truck, and Rick drove it all to the new apartment.
The whole situation was a lot more seamless than when you moved into the BU dorms, to say the least.
Now, today will be the first night you sleep in your new apartment.
For this special occasion, Macklin's decided to cook the first dinner in your new home.
His only instructions to you were to 'get some beauty rest and come down at 8 to eat'.
You should've known better than to listen blindly,
By the time you woke up, the fire alarm was ringing. There was smoke and the smell of burnt...toast (?) wafting throughout the apartment.
You waddled to the kitchen as quickly as your very pregnant body allowed you to. "Macklin, what the-", you began. A yelp from Macklin interrupted you.
"Babe, come on! I told you 8...and it's 6:30!"
"These instructions didn't mention a fire alarm and smoke, Mack!"
"Just a small blip. No biggie. Go get ready", he nudged you back towards the master bedroom.
"I'm trusting you! We better still have a home by 8", you half-joked.
And when you finally came out of the bedroom at 8, you were (reasonably) shocked.
The only furniture you both had built in the living room was a small table. This small table had a candle, a rose, and two plates of delicious-smelling spaghetti and garlic bread on it.
Not a Michelin-star meal by any means, but probably the most heartfelt dinner you'll ever have.
"Ok, Miss L/n. Today we have a legendary Italian dinner aka one of the three things I can actually cook", Macklin jokes.
"Ah, so you had made an attempt on a fourth dish earlier, then", you quipped.
He snorts and pulls your chair out. You smile and thank him quietly.
Dinner goes well. It's soft and quiet, just as romantic as your anniversary dinner at a downtown restaurant. Yet, as comforting as late-night study sessions in the dorms.
"How did Minnie take it when you told her you were moving out?", Macklin asked.
"Oh, you know Minnie. She was extra about it, but ultimately she was happy for me. For us", you answer.
"The guys were too. Lane said he could help out and paint the nursery. Or housesit. Pretty sure he's just tryna get away from his fuckboy roommates and all the noises, though", Mack snarks.
You laugh. You laugh so hard that you hold onto your bump for support. Macklin's eyes crinkle at the sight.
Later, while you're getting ready for bed, Macklin quizzes you on everything US Gov for the upcoming exam.
"The Civil war ended on?"
"Uh-there are multiple dates. But, officially..August 20, 1866", you reply as you search through boxes for your skincare.
"Babe, that's my gear. Try the box under the sink', Macklin corrects you. You hum thankfully and he continues to quiz you.
Twenty-five questions later and you're settled in bed.
"Think you're gonna ace this one", Macklin smiles.
"I better. All this studying when we could be sleeping", you sass.
"Well, our son needs one smart parent", he jokes.
You shake your head at his self-deprecation and kiss him goodnight.
"First night in our new home", you whisper in the comforting darkness of your half-furnished bedroom.
"Start of forever", Macklin agrees.
Your heart warms as your eyelids shut for the night.
4. Domestic life in the apartment, ie what life looks like for them rn- Him holding back her hair for morning sickness and sitting on the floor with her, trying to keep up with classes and practice, exercises in the apartment for pregnancy and to keep fit, him cooking her meals to keep her off her feet, etc
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Imagine Request: can you write where Will Smith and the reader gets into their first fight?
don't lie
ππ€ will smith x gf!reader π€π
angsty fluff
written ff
synopsis: will's an open book to everyone and anyone. but you are the complete opposite. your first argument as a couple arises when these differences are made obvious.
When you met Will, you were enamored by the way he was able to capture everyone's attention and feel comfortable with all the eyes he had on him.
When Will met you, he fell for your quiet charm. You were never loud, but always so present. He'd never met anyone who captured his heart the way you so easily do.
You wonder when these complimentary differences became problems.
"You okay?", Will asked you for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Just as okay as I was ten minutes ago", you bite back.
Will gets the hint. He leaves you alone.
But, at dinner, he can't help himself. "Can we talk about it? You've been off since you got home from work."
"Babe, I love you. But, I just don't want to talk about it. I'd rather talk about anything else", you insist.
This time, though, he doesn't drop it. "You haven't laughed all day. You're not being yourself. Please."
You wish you could brazenly disagree with him and say you have been acting like yourself. But, he's right. Nobody knows you like Will does, so you know you can't get away with lying to him.
You don't budge, though. You can't. A lifetime of avoidance and keeping feelings hidden has made you incapable of opening up. So, you stay quiet.
"You always do this, Yn. I'm tired of acting like this is normal", Will storms out.
You're left alone, battered by your awful day and Will's dissapointment.
You feel the tears fall on your chest before you realize you're crying. "Fuck", is all you have left to say.
You clean up the table once the tears have dried.
You then get ready for bed with a heavy heart. You knew tonight would be a long night.
In the middle of the night, you hear his footsteps in the bedroom. You don't want to say anything; lest you jinx this moment.
"Goodnight", he still has the decency to say to you. You decide this is the moment to just talk about it.
"There have been rumors about a layoff in my department. We've become obsolete. I just...feel useless", you quietly admit to Will's back.
"I-I know I should have just told you. It was wrong of me to keep you in the dark. I think I still have a lot of growing to do, Will", you continue.
You hear him rustle around, but you've closed your eyes. You can feel your eyes well up as you abandon your final defense mechanism.
"I'm sorry. You deserve a girlfriend who can talk about her feelings and be open", you finish.
By the time you open your eyes, you find Will's crystalline blue eyes staring at you.
"I'm sorry, too", he finally whispers. You were sure you'd heard him wrong. Why is he sorry?
"You felt bad and I just..made it worse", he explains.
"Next time, we talk about it?", you offer with a hesitant smile.
He scoots closer and puts your cold hand in his warm one. "'Course", he agrees.
You two lay together in comfortable silence for a few minutes. All you feel is relief in these moments.
He suddenly turns to you with a mischevious smile. "First argument. How was that experience for you, Ms. L/n?" Will Smith, professional hockey player, suddenly turned to Announcer Smith, commentator on all things relationship issues.
You snort. "Well, Smith, not my favorite experience. But, every good relationship has its moments. What are your closing remarks?", you play along.
"That I'm happy we talked it out. And...I love you."
A red tint adorns his cheeks, visible even in the dim light of your bedroom.
"I love you, too", you smile.
"First fight: check", he jokes.
You snort and shake your head. "Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, baby."
"'Night, babe", he whispers.
Your head is on his shoulder and things have never felt more right.
One argument doesn't mean the end. Not when you're in love.
During your first ultrasound, you had been nervous. The nerves weren't really excitement, but instead the nerves of anticipation.
Today, you feel butterflies in your stomach. Pleasant nerves, similar to how you would feel before the festivities on Christmas morning.
Macklin, besides you, is running his thumb over your knuckles. He's lost in his head, probably wondering if last night's guess was correct.
He insisted the baby is a girl. You asked him how he knew. He said he "just felt it". Whatever that means...
You, honestly, didn't feel a thing about the gender of the baby. Boy or girl, you felt it didn't matter. You just hope the baby continues to be healthy.
"Y/n L/n", the same doctor as your first ultrasound, Dr. Brown, is calling your name.
A rush of relief runs through you at the recognition and Macklin's hand tightens around yours.
You nod at the doctor and you both walk into the room in anxious silence.
"How are you both feeling today? It's the big day", the doctor reminds you both in genuine happiness.
All you and Mack can do is nod. She almost lets a laugh escape at both of your silence.
"Okay, Yn, lift your shirt up for me when you get comfortable, please", she asks politely.
Once the monitor starts picking up images of your uterus, you start holding your breath in anticipation. Macklin besides you starts tapping on your hand to calm his anxieties.
The baby, your baby, suddenly appears.
"There they are!", Dr. Brown says. "And just to confirm..you both do want to know the sex today?", she asks to confirm.
Your eyes and Macklin's green eyes meet and nod briskly. The reveal is all both of you have been talking about since you set up the appointment.
"Okay, let's have a look", Dr. Brown says.
The time between that short sentence must not have been longer than a minute, but to the two of you the time felt infinite.
"It's a boy!", she reveals upon stopping the ultrasound probe. You gasp and immediately your eyes are filled with tears.
"A boy", Macklin repeats, dazed.
You laugh softly, wiping your face dry. "You were wrong, Mack", you quip.
His green eyes are watery, but he shakes his head. "I was, huh?', he laughs before kissing the crown of your head.
"Let me give you two a moment. I'll get you two some prints of the ultrasound to take home", Dr. Brown says before departing temporarily.
"A boy!", Macklin gushes.
"You sound pretty excited for a man who was talking about learning how to braid hair just last night", you tease him. Macklin rolls his eyes, but the fondness he feels for you rolls off him in waves.
"Guess I'll be painting that nursery blue", he says.
"Baby blue", you add.
He lets your comment settle between you. A minute later, though, he speaks. "I hope he looks like you. And he's a momma's boy."
"Don't dads usually want their sons to be their little built-in best friends?", you nudge.
He nods. "I mean, yeah. But, I already have you. I want him to know how cool his mom is. How strong she is. If he loves you half as much as I do, then he'll be alright."
"You can't just say things like that, Macklin", you say with the wateriest voice a person has ever spoken in.
He chuckles, shy from your reaction.
Dr. Brown enters the room in that moment. "Macklin, Yn, here are the pictures. If you want any more, just let the receptionist know up front. She'll sort it out for you."
You both thank her and request enough scans for Macklin's family and Minnie.
Upon exiting the clinic, you feel like the sun is shining brighter and things are coming into place.
You look up at Macklin to find him already looking at you.
A sense of peace floods you. Everything is better than you'd ever thought it could be when you found out about the pregnancy four months ago.
Can you write an imagine for Will Smith about how they first met and their first date please? :)
love-struck
π€π will smith x crush!reader ππ€
fluff
written ff
synopsis: will becomes enamored with you after a few stolen glances. one mischevious wingman & three wins later, he's thinking you're more than just a crush.
The smell of the rink and the sensation of pre-game jitters are something you will never get used to. One would think with how many games you've been to growing up in Vancouver and then in Boston during your BU days that feeling would change.
But, staring out at the sea of Sharks practice jerseys, that feeling simply reverberates.
"Hey, Bee!," Macklin suddenly screeches out after coming to a hard stop in front of where your seat.
You lovingly roll your eyes, "annoyed" at the childhood nickname you will seemingly never grow out of. "Hello to you too, Macklin", you greet him.
"My apartment tonight at 9. You in?"
You pretend to think for a second which leads to Mack scoffing. "Do I have a choice?"
He shakes his head with a gummy smile.
Out of thin air, a very attractive blond teammate of Macklin's appears. "Mack, you gotta see what Dicky just did!", he says with the biggest smile on his face.
When he realizes Macklin is talking to someone, he blushes. Upon seeing your face, you swear his face turns into a darker crimson. "My bad", is all he says before he skates away at the speed of light.
"That's Will", Macklin laughs.
"The one you always talk about?", you ask to which Macklin nods.
"Hm", you say with a look on your face that Macklin would later go on to call charmed.
Will would go on to see you twice more in the same week. Always in the first row, he presumed it was Macklin's ticket you're using.
He'd look at you longingly during practices, amazed by your shining eyes and rosy cheeks.
Macklin caught him in the act more times than Will cared to admit. He'd bump Will's shoulder and chirp him at every instance. Will was sure his cheeks matched your rosy ones.
He would stare at Macklin when he stopped in front of the goalpost where you were sat.
"He's staring, isn't he?", you asked. It had become a game to you and Mack; pretending to be deep in conversation while really gossiping about Will.
Macklin looked back for a second and sure enough Will was staring at you. "Yup. You got him good."
You laughed and swatted your hand. "I'm an unknown. It's just curiosity."
Macklin rolled his eyes and wondered how you've lived your whole life being this dense.
"Yeah, and I'm an Anheim Duck. For fucks sake, Yn, he likes you. At the very least, he's interested in you."
You redden at the thought of the handsome blond winger. In that moment, you catch Will staring at you mid-stretch.
"Yeah, well, I'm gonna be in Boston this time next week. No chance", you shut yourself off from the possibility.
He lets you get away with changing the topic but something in Macklin's sea green eyes are a touch too mischevious for your liking.
"Where did you say we're eating?", Will asks Macklin.
"At the Italian place next to the dive bar. The one Toff reccomended?", he replies smoothly.
Will should have been suspicious. They never dress up to just eat dinner together. In fact, they almost always order takeout.
Will rationalized it as Mack 'wanting to do something new'.
On the other hand, you had expected to have dinner with Macklin at least once while you were in town. You're wearing the same dress you wore to his Draft Day and you're excited to get a free dinner out of him, maybe take a few pictures to send to your parents and Aiden.
Macklin tells you to wait for him sat at a table under his name at the Ristorante.
You'd been scrolling for two minutes tops when you see familiar sea green eyes on you at the door.
With Will?!
Macklin and Will walk up to the table you're sat at with Will looking noticeably more nervous than Mack.
"Hey, Yn! Oh man, they sat you at a table for two? Looks like I'm the odd one out!" He gives his shamefully bad excuse in under a minute and is racing out the door to the sound of yours and Will's protests.
You both exhange an awkward smile.
"Soo", you both say at the same time.
You laugh loudly at how ridiculous this whole situation is and motion him to sit down. He takes you up on your offer and sits across from you on a quaint table currently being lit by a single candle. A single rose highlights the romantic ambience of the place.
"He's not a very good actor, huh?", Will speaks first.
"You or him?", you tease.
Will reddens instantly. "That obvious?"
"Just a tad", you say with a smile shier than your words.
"You're very pretty. It was hard not to", Will compliments you.
You suddenly find it hard to meet his eyes. "You're not too bad looking yourself", you compliment back.
"So, Yn, tell me about yourself", he says after recollecting himself. It seemed neither of you could take a compliment very well.
You talk about yourself for a good while. Will's hanging onto your every word and asks questions at all the right moments. He's easy to be around and just as charming as you'd thought he would be.
By the time the dessert comes around, you catch sight of the time. "Oh. It's been three hours", you say with a gaping mouth.
"Time flies when you're having fun", Will smiles out.
You roll your eyes, but find yourself agreeing.
After Will pays (after much insistance on his part), you motion to leave.
"Trying to leave me so soon?", he play-frowns.
You laugh. "Maybe you'll see me again soon", you find yourself saying.
"Yeah?", he asks. He looks like a movie poster in that moment. Head turned downward to look into your eyes, wind slightly blowing and cheeks red from the breeze.
"I think so, Will Smith", you say with a smile.
That night, Will went home with the cheesiest, lovestruck grin on his face.
"You have a good time?", Macklin asked with a smirk at the door.
"I met my wife, man", he says decidedly.
Macklin had to stop himself from choking on his spit, but he carried that memory with him for years after.
It was the first reference he made during yours and Will's wedding.
congrats on graduating!!!! whatβs your degree in?? (if you donβt mind me asking)
ok this might be a shocker but im a high school senior π for the next week!
im a senior (18 tho bc im a hag) and have been taking community college classes on the side this entire year :) (comp 1, comp 2, usgov, macro, & cornerstone)
i'll be going to uni in the fall to study biomedical sciences π€
and thank you so much for your congratulations :') i'm so proud of our little community here; you guys are the kindest βΊοΈπ«Ά
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I was the anon who suggested Mack suprises y/n with an apartment but I just realized heβs not in the nhl yet aka wouldnβt have that kind of moneyβ¦ maybe we could fudge reality a bit and say he got like a pre-signing bonus or something and spent it all on her/the apartment? LOL
done, anon! βΊοΈ i will be using ur other request shortly!
i would love to see how macklin handles readerβs pregnancy symptoms, assuming maybe in this blurb she doesnt have it easy during her first trimester ( morning sickness, body aches, low grade fevers etc ) and how macklin and others help such as cat, felicia and robyn!
ty for ur idea!! chapter 8 was written w ur request in mind :)
