#charlo talks

here’s looking at you, kid by Anonymous (46k, WIP)

scheduled weekly updates- my fave ongoing fic atm! girl!mack with an absolutely humongous crush on will but also very coming of age and mack getting to know herself better

something tells me by pnwren (55k, Completed)

halfway through reading this but such a sweet college au + age difference!!👀👀

you take the left side by valoa (19k, Completed)

mack gets increasingly open about exploring his sexuality and will is suffering ™

first seed by intrinsicness (4k, Completed)

college willmack winners room... this one made me !!!!!

give it to me, baby by xminiminx (3k, Completed)

absolutely delicious feminisation and breeding kink... so hot!

which could mean nothing by rainalee (3k, Completed)

sweet and hot!

✅ I Agree to Uber's Terms of Service by lizzstomania (5k, Completed)

uber driver!will, mack keeps finding excuses to take ubers lol, this was so fun!

fragrant by tokyometropolis (mesohorany) (10k, Completed)

abo fic with focus on scent!! rivals to lovers?👀

amazing (classic) gems that are too good to leave off this list that i suggest everyone reads immedietly!!:

woke up like this by canary (17k, Completed)

the first time i read this my jaw was just dropped the entire time, amazing, captivating and so, so, hot. mack wakes up a girl, what more is there to say?

just like heaven by thatblackstarinleo (233k, WIP)

But it’s not that Mack is there. It’s the way he’s standing—weirdly stiff, like he’s bracing for something. His eyes scan Will’s face quickly, flicking over his features with a sharp, searching intensity that puts Will immediately on alert.

“You good?” Will starts to ask, towel still slung over his shoulders, hand running through his curls. But before he can finish, Mack says,

“You’re Will Smith.”

Will freezes, towel halfway to his head again. He stares at Mack, who is still staring at him, wide-eyed and a little pale, like he just saw a ghost. Or maybe a celebrity. It’s unsettling in a way Will can’t quite name.

He lowers the towel slowly. “Uh… yeah?”

His voice is careful, casual, but he frowns slightly, scanning Mack’s face in turn now. Mack doesn’t look hungover or concussed, but there is something off. Like he isn’t quite sitting right in his own skin.

“Where…” Will hesitates. “Where else would I be?”

Mack doesn’t answer. Just keeps staring at him like he’s trying to solve an impossible equation. Like Will’s face is familiar and foreign all at once.

Will tilts his head. “Mack?”

And something in Mack’s face twitches, but he doesn’t say anything yet. Will’s chest tightens just slightly, a faint edge of unease working into his calm. He takes a step closer.

“You hit your head or something?”

Will drops the towel from his head, blinking at Mack like he’s trying to decipher whether this is a joke, a prank, or maybe some kind of weird sleepwalking thing. He takes a careful step forward, all damp skin and dripping curls and bare feet padding quiet against the hardwood floor.

“Mack?” he says slowly again, like he’s testing the name for familiarity. He lifts a hand, almost without thinking, fingers ghosting toward Mack’s temple like he’s checking for fever—or a glitch in the matrix. “Are you okay?”

Mack flinches just slightly, not in fear, but like he hadn’t even noticed Will was moving until that moment. His eyes dart to Will’s hand, then to his face, then away again, all the while his brow furrowed tight, like it does when he’s trying to make sense of a scrambled play mid-shift.

And then—

“Did we hook up or something?”

Will practically chokes on air. His hand drops like it’s been burned. “What?”

Mack holds up both palms like it’s a fair question. His voice is fast, a little defensive. “Well I’m in an apartment I don’t recognise and—well, you’re here, and you’re— you’re YOU, so I just—”

He gestures broadly, like Will’s mere presence explains all of this.

Will blinks. “I—what?”

But Mack’s not even listening. He’s in motion again, shifting gears entirely, like he’s still trying to piece together what the hell is going on by triangulating some invisible social map.

“So not you then?” he says, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Who’s your roommates? Your lineys, right?”

Will opens his mouth. Closes it. Then says, “Gabe and Leno?”

Mack claps his hands together once, like something’s clicked into place. “Okay. Cool. So did I hook up with one of them? Must’ve been a crazy night. I can’t remember shit.”

Will’s brain skips a few essential steps.

“Mack, what—Gabe? Or—Leno?”

He can’t even finish the sentence. The mental image alone is enough to send him into a spiral. Mack. With either of them. Will stifles a laugh—nervous, incredulous.

Which apparently is the wrong move.

Mack’s face scrunches again, this time a little wounded, like Will’s just insulted his honour. “What, you don’t think I can wheel your buddies?”

“No, I—fuck, I don’t—” Will rubs a hand down his face, exasperated and deeply, profoundly lost. “What is happening right now?”

———

———

Gabe blinks against his mouth, murmurs, “Are you okay?”

Matt just smiles. That quiet, knowing smile. “Mhm. You?”

“Yeah, just…” Gabe huffs a breath. “You’re being all… tender.”

“You don’t like tender?”

“No—I mean, I do—just, like, you usually—” He gestures vaguely, cheeks going a little warm. “You usually don’t start tender.”

Matt leans back slightly, his fingers stroking along Gabe’s jaw. “Thought we could go slow.”

Gabe squints at him. “Why?”

Matt just raises a brow.

And suddenly, it clicks.

The conversation from the other night. The dumb, late-night honesty. Gabe talking about his first time like it didn’t matter, like it wasn’t a big deal, like he hadn’t thought about it more than he should’ve. About not finishing. About not feeling seen. About how it just sort of… happened.

And now Matt is—

Oh.

Matt’s pretending like this is Gabe’s real first time. Giving him the one he should’ve had. Soft. Kind. Full of care.

Gabe’s heart stutters a little in his chest.