#fic files

i was asked for a fresh link to these images (aka mack's ring in my latest fic, easy now) - according to the website, it's a platinum band "set with an oval Paraíba tourmaline cabochon (2.69 ct), accented by two brilliant-cut D/VS diamonds (4 mm, 0.45 ct total)."

will better save up the rest of his elc money for this one...

Fic Printing File: What Ice Does by @what-alchemy, for @kaasknot

5.5 x 8.5, 159 pages

THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING OH MY GOD!!!

THANK YOU!!! i had a lot of fun w it. thank @alpineshift for the song prompt that even put the idea in my head lol.

idk if i have enough ~juice~ for a sequel, but i did write this a few weeks ago...

Mack can't stop shaking his leg. It's a mix of nerves and excitement, apparently disruptive enough for Delly to grip his thigh from the seat next to him.

"The plane's not going down, bud," he teases.

Mack rolls his eyes, but before he can even say anything, Toff pokes his head up from the row ahead of him.

"He's seeing his Boston boy again, remember? No wonder he's anxious."

Delly grins. "Ohh, that's right! Cap's abandoning us to get some butt while we kill time at the gate."

Toff bursts into laughter and Delly squeezes Mack's thigh. Mack swats him off.

"Shut up, the both of you. I should've never told you chucklefucks anything."

Mack tries to put off an air of indifference, but he really is anxious to see Will again.

Gorgeous, funny, confident Will, who turned Mack stupid the second he saw his face, his smile. He could barely string two sentences together, and Will was so cool. Mack is the type to blush at any hint of praise, and Will was turning him certifiably red.