PuckMeDude

- keep it heartfelt and appreciative of sid being sid

- bring up concerns but maybe dont name carter hart and vegas straight up

-bring up the fact that you wanted to support the foundation because you believe he works to create a softer world for kids and wanted to reach out to a space in this culture that actually cares

- bring up the toxic culture of normalizing SA, racism and even income issues. Don’t sound attacking but frame it softer that you want to make a difference when the world might feel hopeless rn on these

(The reason why I’m putting in the framing of things is because we want this to feel like actual concern for these matters and not like an attack that Sid is personally in charge of)

- it can even be just a thank you on him supporting marginalized inclusion, education equality for autistic people and black people, support of food relief, support of queer ppl during these sad times for trans folk…just yeah

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pairing: macklin celebrini x reader

summary: you and macklin decide to play a prank you saw on tiktik on will... his reaction is very unexpected.

warning(s): established relationship, pranks, silly fluff, interpreted implications of cheating.

words: 1.3k

as soon as i showed mack the video, he was bouncing off the walls with anticipation. 

i’d come across the trend of calling your boyfriend’s friends to see if they lie or not about him being with them. 

now, with macklin’s friends in particular, this idea happens to be a little more complicated. when your boyfriend is constantly traveling around the country for work with his best friends, you really don’t have many opportunities to build good relationships with them. 

especially when you —and your boyfriend —both happen to be chronic introverts. 

mack lays beside me on the couch, already giggling like a little kid pulling a prank on his parents. “hurry up! i’ve been waiting all day,” he whines while tilting my phone toward him to see if I have a contact pulled up yet. 

our first victim, will smith (hockey), is showcased on my screen, ready to call. his contact name causing me many teases since it was first discovered. 

sue me for not wanting people to think i’m calling will smith... (actor). 

laughing at macklin, i roll my eyes before looking at him seriously. “okay, you have to be quiet though. you know he’ll hang up as soon as he thinks it’s a prank.” 

he immediately goes dead silent, nodding quickly. 

smiling softly at his antics, i brush his hair out of his face and press a quick kiss to his forehead. in return, he snatches my phone and presses the call icon. 

shaking my head, i scoff.  

the phone barely rings before will’s panicked voice sounds through my phone speakers. “hey, are you okay?” 

instantly channeling a stressed tone, i sigh quietly, convincingly. “uh... actually, not really. i’m sorry, i just have to ask you something.” 

his response is immediate, relieved. “oh, so you’re okay then?” 

mack raises a brow next to me, staring at the phone like it’ll personally answer his unasked questions. 

i realize that my unprompted call —and the fact that macklin isn’t with him right now —probably caused him to think something physically happened to one of us. 

“oh, yeah, sorry. i didn’t mean to worry you. i just- is macklin with you?” 

i rush the question out with conviction, forcing my voice to sound more worried than it’s ever been in regards to mack’s whereabouts.  

there’s a pause... then a simple question, not giving anything up yet. 

“why?” 

he’s suspicious. macklin is covering his mouth. i kick him. 

“well...” i sniffle to make it sound more believable, “he hasn’t answered me for hours, and he said he was going to be with you all evening.” 

i don’t say what i’m thinking exactly, letting will put the pieces together by himself. macklin laughs quietly next to me. 

my foot makes contact with his ribs this time. 

i hear will’s footsteps on the other side of the line, clearly pacing now, connecting the dots. “he’s not answering you?” 

i have to pause, pressing my hand to my mouth to stop myself from laughing, before i answer him. “no. i assumed you guys were doing something and he just hadn’t seen it, but now i’m getting worried.” 

i don’t hear will’s voice for a hefty minute after that. i’d have thought he figured it out and hung up on me if it weren’t for his loud pacing in the background. 

“um... i need to call you back.” 

he doesn’t wait for a response. the sound of his steps cut off suddenly. gasping, i whip my head to macklin. he looks at me equally surprised —both of us unsure of what just happened. 

then his phone starts ringing. 

his eyes go wide, freaking out. “what do i do?!” 

“answer it!” 

he fumbles with his phone as he answers, immediately falling into character. his voice coming out chill... too chill. 

“hey man, what’s up?” 

“where the fuck are you?” 

will’s voice comes out more serious than i’ve heard it before. from the look on mack’s face, he relates. “woah, dude, what’s wro-” 

he doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, will interrupting with a particular protectiveness i wasn’t aware i'd earned from him. 

“stop. i’m not in the mood to deal with some bullshit right now, macklin. why the hell is your girlfriend asking me where you are? you better have the best fucking excuse —especially after lying to her by telling her you’re with me.” 

he leaves no room for mack to turn this into a joke, clearly not willing to mess around with a situation like this. something tells me that mack has never been acquainted with this side of his best friend before. a good thing i suppose. 

mack, trying not to burst out laughing, tries to redirect the question. “fuck, she texted you? why didn’t she just wait for me to respond?” 

this doesn’t do anything to deter will. “no, she called me. and she didn’t wait because she sounded worried as fuck about you, while you’re doing God knows what. she said it’s been hours. where are you?” 

answering his question isn’t optional anymore. his patience is wearing thin. 

“i- well... funny stor-” 

the phone call ends. 

we both stare at each other in awe. the giggles having cleared out at the intensity of will’s voice. “i did not think he’d get that ma-” 

cutting mack off for the third time —this time unintentionally —my phone rings again. 

i don’t have to check it to know who’s calling. 

will smith (hockey) 

clicking the accept button, i rush to put it on speaker. “hello?” 

he doesn’t wait to rat out his best friend. “he’s not with me.” 

covering my mouth with my hand, i rush to put my phone on mute. whispering to mack, “what do i say?” 

he whispers back, as if talking louder would cause will to hear our plotting. 

“act distraught. ask where i am.” 

taking a deep breath, i unmute my mic, breathing a little unevenly. “what? where is he?” my voice coming out pitchier than i intended.  

it does the job. 

a sigh sounds from my phone speakers. “i- i’m not sure. i’m so sorry. i called him...” i wait for him to continue. he scoffs, thinking of his conversation with mack. “fuck, i’m so sorry, i think he’s with someone, y/n.”  

the words escape him too quickly. the concept of his best friend doing something like this pains him. he’s upset with macklin. he’s upset for me. 

macklin mouths something to me. he knows i can’t read lips for shit. 

i press mute again and tilt my head at him. “what?” 

“we have to tell him that it’s a prank. he’s going to kill me.” 

i nod quickly, knowing that neither of us expected will to take it this seriously. 

unmuting, i clear my throat. opening my mouth to admit to our antics, will speaks up again. “i’m so so sorry. i swear i didn’t know anything about this. if i did, i would’ve- God, i don’t know. i would’ve done something though.” 

macklin, like the little asshole that he is, bursts out laughing. sudden, loud, and irritatingly infectuous. i chastise myself for laughing along with him. 

i can see tears in his eyes, sending me further into my hysterics. my state only has a ripple effect on him. 

“uh... hello?” 

i’m not even kidding, will’s voice makes me start crying. by the time we collect ourselves, tears are streaming down both of our faces. 

“oh my gosh, will...” i pause to laugh again. “will, i’m so sorry!” 

beep beep beep. 

the phone call ended again.  

my neck hurts from how fast i turn to look at mack. both of us are calm for a second before a text comes through. 

will smith (hockey)       i hate you both. tell mack to watch out at practice tomorrow. 

Papa Crosby got pregnant as a teeen and then had Fraser minten duhh

summary: virginia is for lovers? it’s actually pittsburgh is for lovers!

an: WE LOVE DA PITT!!! this is inspired by all the fan art of sidney visiting ptmc especially when he was injured 😭 i mean it has to happen at one point pls hbo make it happen!! he did get mentioned once in s1 soooo

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This is so normalized now they make little highlight info graphics like it's some kind of stat highlight.

Just double checking…

WS2.||will smith.

smut.

will gets carried away at cape cod.

It was around 6:00 AM, and the sun was just starting to rise, casting long, golden shadows across the lawn. Will and I were curled up together on a circular daybed in the backyard of his family’s summer home in Cape Cod. The morning air carried a crisp, salty breeze off the ocean, and I shivered slightly, pressing myself closer into his chest. I had complained about being cold since we hadn't thought to bring a blanket outside with us, but Will didn't seem to mind the excuse to pull me closer.

He held me tight, wrapping his arms securely around my waist and pressing soft, lingering kisses against the side of my neck while we watched the sky’s pretty colors shift from a deep purple to brilliant shades of pink and orange. Another cool breeze swept over the yard, causing me to shudder against him.

Against my neck, I felt his lips curl into a smirk. “I know how to get you to warm up,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy with sleep. Before I could answer, his hands began to roam slowly over my body, his touch trailing warmth wherever skin met skin.

“Mmm,” I responded, leaning back into his touch as his hands slipped lower. He caught the waistband of my sweatpants, gently tugging them down past my hips. Because I hadn’t put any underwear on before we sneaked outside, it took no effort at all for him to slide a finger through my wet folds.

“Will,” I gasped, my fingers instantly flying down to grab his wrist, my heart starting to race.

He let out a low, teasing laugh against my ear. “Why are you so wet?” he asked, amusement dancing in his voice.

Blushing, I brought my free hand up and playfully hit his chest. “Shut up.”

“It’s okay, baby. I can fix it,” he whispered reassuringly, the teasing edge softening into something much deeper. He shifted slightly on the daybed, using one hand to quickly rid himself of his shorts. “If you want me to, that is,” he added, kissing the sensitive spot just beneath my jaw.

“Yes, I do. Please,” I breathed out, completely helpless against the feeling of him.

I looked over my shoulder at him just as he guided himself against me. I let out a loud, breathless moan, my hands gripping the edge of the cushion as his thick cock slowly began to stretch me open, filling the ache he had created.

“Shhh, don’t wake up the neighbors,” he teased gently, though his own breathing was already getting heavy. He began to thrust into me, keeping us in a spooning position with my back pressed flush against his chest.

“I—I can’t in this position, Will, you know that,” I whined, trying to catch my breath. I didn't need to elaborate; we both knew that when we had sex like this, the angle was too perfect. His cock hit my G-spot with absolute precision on every single thrust, making my head spin and rendering me completely useless.

“It’s okay, baby. Just take it, it feels so good,” Will praised, his voice a gravelly rumble in my ear. To drive me completely over the edge, he reached down, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing in rhythmic, agonizingly perfect circles. My mouth hung open, all coherent thoughts completely melting away.

“Mmm, you sound like the water,” he giggled softly against my skin. With how wet I was, every deep, rolling thrust he made created a loud, slick, squishy noise that echoed softly in the quiet morning air.

“Oh, Will,” I moaned out, my fingers wrapping tightly around the wrist of the hand that was rubbing me, trying to ground myself as the tension built rapidly in my lower stomach.

“Fuhhhh,” he panted, losing his rhythm for a fraction of a second as he buried his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.

“I can’t hold it,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. The friction was entirely too much, and a second later, my whole body began to shake. I cried out into the quiet yard, my walls clamping down repeatedly in a tight, violent release all over Will’s throbbing cock.

“Oh, fuck. Good girl,” he grunted, his voice dropping an octave as the intense pressure of my orgasm triggered his own. He delivered a few final, heavy thrusts, digging his hips hard against mine as he finished inside me, his body stiffening against my back.

We stayed still for a long moment, listening to the sound of our synchronized, heavy breathing and the distant crashing of the waves.

“Ugh, ugh,” I softly groaned as he finally, slowly pulled out of me. Will reached over the edge of the daybed for the towel we had left sitting on a nearby chair, gently cleaning both of us up before helping me pull my pants back up over my hips.

As soon as he shifted away, the morning chill hit my skin again. “Baby, I want you,” I whined, already missing his warmth and trying to turn over so I could lay directly on top of him.

Will chuckled, his chest vibrating against mine as he reached out and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me up onto him. “Come here, pretty girl,” he said softly. He held me close against his chest, one hand securely winding around my waist while the other began to trace slow, soothing circles across my back, keeping me warm as the sun finally broke over the Cape Cod horizon.

so many smith requests lol can we get some clayton?