#mc71 x reader

summary : taking your boyfriend macklin to your family bbq, he ends up becoming your little sisters favorite person.

The second Macklin stepped through your parents’ front door, the house was already buzzing with conversation.

The smell of barbecue drifted in from the backyard, your cousins were laughing over a card game at the kitchen table, and your uncles were gathered around the TV watching baseball. It was one of those loud family parties where someone was always talking over someone else.

You reached for Macklin’s hand and smiled.

“You ready?”

He squeezed your fingers. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You’ll be fine. They’re going to love you.”

“I know. I’m just hoping I can remember everyone’s names.”

You laughed softly before leading him inside.

“Everyone!” your mom called from the kitchen the second she spotted you. “They’re here!”

Within seconds, nearly your entire family had wandered over.

Your dad shook Macklin’s hand first.

“It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Thank you for having me, sir.”

“Oh, none of that,” your dad chuckled. “Call me Mike.”

One by one, Macklin introduced himself to your grandparents, your aunts, uncles, and cousins. Even though there were way more people than he’d expected, he stayed relaxed, smiling through every introduction and making conversation with everyone.

You could already tell your family adored him.

Your grandma leaned toward you while Macklin was talking with your uncle.

“He has wonderful manners.”

“I know.”

“And he’s handsome.”

You laughed.

“Grandma.”

“What? I’m old, not blind.”

Everything was going perfectly…

Until the front door burst open.

A tiny pair of sandals came flying down the hallway.

“There she is,” your mom sighed dramatically.

Your three-year-old sister, Lily, ran straight toward you before stopping dead in her tracks.

Her big eyes slowly traveled upward.

She stared.

And stared.

At Macklin.

She blinked once.

Then pointed.

“Who’s THAT?”

You smiled.

“Lily, this is my boyfriend, Macklin.”

She continued staring at him with complete seriousness.

Finally she whispered…

“He’s tall.”

Macklin bit back a laugh.

“I am.”

She stepped closer.

Closer.

Even closer.

Until she was standing directly in front of him.

“You’re REALLY tall.”

“I’ve been told.”

She reached up and poked his arm.

“You’re hard.”

He laughed.

“I play hockey.”

“Oh.”

She thought about this for approximately two seconds.

Then held both arms straight up.

“Up.”

Your eyes widened.

“Lily—”

Before you could finish, Macklin had already picked her up effortlessly.

She gasped dramatically.

“I CAN SEE EVERYTHING!”

The entire family burst into laughter.

From that moment on…

Lily decided Macklin was her favorite person in the entire world.

She refused to let him put her down.

When he sat on the couch…

She climbed into his lap.

When he stood up…

She grabbed his hand.

When he walked outside…

She followed him.

You hadn’t spoken to your little sister in almost twenty minutes.

She was too busy introducing Macklin to everything.

“This is my swing.”

“Cool.”

“And this is my pink chalk.”

“I like pink.”

“And this flower is named Daisy.”

“It is?”

“I named it.”

“Oh.”

She nodded proudly.

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Later, everyone gathered in the backyard to eat.

You finally managed to steal the chair beside Macklin.

“You’ve officially been adopted.”

“I noticed.”

“You’ve known Lily for half an hour.”

“I think she’s hired me.”

Just then…

Tiny footsteps.

“Macklin.”

He looked down.

“Yeah?”

“I made you something.”

She handed him a scribbled drawing.

It consisted of what looked like four stick figures.

One was enormous.

One had long hair.

One was tiny.

The fourth might have been a dog.

Macklin smiled like she’d handed him priceless artwork.

“This is amazing.”

She beamed.

“That’s you.”

“The giant one?”

“Yep.”

“And that’s your sister.”

She pointed at you.

“Pretty.”

You smiled.

“What about this little one?”

“Me.”

“And this?”

“My puppy.”

“You don’t have a puppy.”

“I know.”

Everyone laughed.

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After lunch, your cousins started a game of soccer in the yard.

“Macklin!” one of them called.

“You playing?”

He looked at Lily.

“What do you think?”

She gasped.

“I PLAY TOO.”

Your dad whispered to you,

“This should be interesting.”

Five minutes later…

Every cousin had stopped trying to score.

Instead…

They were all helping Lily kick the ball because Macklin kept cheering louder for her than anyone else.

“GOOD KICK!”

“I DID IT!”

“You sure did!”

She sprinted over and hugged his leg.

“I WIN!”

“You definitely win.”

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As the afternoon went on…

You caught yourself simply watching him.

He talked hockey with your uncles.

He laughed with your cousins.

He helped your grandma carry drinks.

He offered to clean dishes without anyone asking.

He treated every member of your family like he’d known them for years.

Your heart melted a little more every time you looked at him.

Your mom quietly stepped beside you.

“He fits.”

“I know.”

“I haven’t seen Lily like this with anyone.”

You glanced toward your little sister.

She was currently attempting to braid Macklin’s hair.

Considering he didn’t exactly have enough hair to braid…

She was trying very hard.

He stayed perfectly still anyway.

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“Done.”

He reached up.

“…I don’t think there’s anything there.”

“There is.”

“What is it?”

“A princess braid.”

“Oh.”

He nodded seriously.

“I’ll keep it all day.”

She smiled proudly.

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Later, your dad brought out marshmallows for the fire pit.

Everyone settled into lawn chairs as the sun slowly disappeared behind the trees.

Lily climbed into Macklin’s lap again.

She looked absolutely exhausted.

He wrapped a blanket around her.

“You sleepy?”

“No.”

She yawned halfway through the word.

“You sure?”

“No.”

He smiled.

“I thought so.”

She rested her head against his chest.

Within three minutes…

She was asleep.

Completely.

Your entire family noticed.

Your aunt quietly whispered,

“Don’t move.”

“I’m afraid to.”

“You should be.”

“If I wake her, I’m doomed.”

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For nearly forty-five minutes…

Macklin barely moved a muscle.

Even after his marshmallow had burned.

Even after his drink sat out of reach.

Even after his foot had clearly fallen asleep.

He simply held Lily while she slept peacefully.

Your mom eventually walked over.

“I can take her upstairs.”

Macklin looked down.

“I don’t mind.”

“You’ve been sitting there forever.”

He smiled.

“She’s comfortable.”

Your mom’s expression softened.

“Thank you.”

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Eventually Lily stirred.

Her little eyes blinked open.

She looked around sleepily.

Then looked up at Macklin.

“Oh.”

“Hi.”

“I forgot you were here.”

He laughed.

“I never left.”

She smiled.

“Good.”

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As everyone began cleaning up for the night, your family slowly started saying their goodbyes.

Your grandparents hugged you both.

Your uncles thanked Macklin for coming.

Even your teenage cousins admitted he was “actually pretty cool.”

Finally…

It was time to leave.

Lily immediately realized what was happening.

“No.”

You crouched beside her.

“We have to go.”

“No.”

“We’ll come visit again.”

“No.”

She wrapped both arms around Macklin’s leg.

“You stay.”

He knelt beside her.

“I have hockey practice.”

She frowned.

“Bring hockey here.”

“I wish I could.”

She thought for a moment before asking the most serious question of the day.

“You come back tomorrow?”

He smiled gently.

“Not tomorrow.”

She pouted.

“The next day?”

“Not that day either.”

She sighed dramatically, like this was the greatest inconvenience she’d ever experienced.

“When?”

“Soon.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

She held out her tiny pinky.

“Pinky promise.”

He linked his pinky with hers.

“Pinky promise.”

Only then did she finally let go.

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The drive home was quiet for a few minutes.

Then Macklin chuckled.

“What?”

“I think your sister likes me.”

You laughed so hard you nearly cried.

“Likes you? She practically tried to adopt you.”

“I’ve never had someone inspect my arms, make me a princess braid, hand me artwork, and then refuse to let me leave all in the same day.”

“Welcome to Lily.”

He reached over, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I had a really good time.”

“My family loved you.”

“I loved them too.”

You smiled, resting your head against the seat.

“You know…”

“Hm?”

“I think you’ve officially passed the hardest test.”

He looked over curiously.

“Meeting the family?”

You grinned.

“No.”

“Then what?”

“Earning Lily’s approval.”

He laughed.

“I’ll treasure that pinky promise forever.”

And somewhere back at your parents’ house, Lily was already asking everyone the same question every ten minutes.

months after your ldr breakup with macklin, a few familiar faces return to town unexpectedly during the off-season. read part one -> here. a/n: ok i rewrote this one a few times, & i still feel like its boring but TRUST reader is going to get up to some shenanigans in the next part !! tbh i struggled w this chapter cos if it were me id let him hit, idgaf if he my ex :/

months after your ldr breakup with macklin, a few familiar faces return to town unexpectedly during the off-season. a/n: this is my first ever story-based smau i’ve done with multiple characters in the same post. macklin txts will be featured starting part two !

Baby, You´re Toxic - Macklin Celebrini

pairing: Macklin Celebrini x female reader

summary: Mack and you get into a toxic fight.

CW: Toxic relationship, Mack is really mean, jealousy, crying, established relationship.

The heavy oak door of your home clicks shut behind Macklin, the sound echoing in the tense silence that follows. The ride from the team charity gala had been suffocating, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, his jaw set in a hard line. You had tried to fill the silence with observations about the event, but your words dissolved into the oppressive atmosphere between you.

Now, in the soft glow of the entryway light, his anger finally erupts.

"Having fun tonight?" he asks, his voice dangerously calm as he shrugs off his suit jacket and tosses it onto a chair.

You freeze in the act of removing your heels. "What do you mean? It was a nice event. Raised a lot of money."

Macklin turns slowly, his eyes narrowed. "Don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about."

"I really don't," you say, though a sinking feeling tells you exactly where this is heading.

He takes a step closer. "Will. You couldn't stay away from him, could you? Laughing at his stupid jokes, touching his arm every time he said something."

Your own anger begins to simmer. "We were having a conversation, Mack. It's called being social. Something you should try sometime instead of brooding in the corner."

His face darkens. "I wasn't brooding. I was watching my girlfriend flirt with my best friend in front of everyone."

"I wasn't flirting!" you retort, your voice rising. "You left me alone the entire night, Mack, talking with the coaches and forgetting all about me."

"That's my job!" he yells, his voice echoing off the walls. "What's your excuse? Throwing yourself at the first guy who gives you a little attention?"

"I wasn't throwing myself at anyone!" you scream back, your voice cracking. "Will is your friend, he's nice, he actually talks to me like I'm a person instead of just an accessory you bring to events."

"An accessory?" Macklin scoffs, advancing until he's towering over you. "That's what you think of yourself? That's what you think I think of you? After everything I've done for you?"

"Everything you've done for me?" you repeat incredulously. "You mean like controlling who I talk to? Like getting angry every time a man looks at me? Like making me feel guilty for having friends?"

"I don't make you feel guilty!" he shouts, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "You do that to yourself because you know you're crossing lines!"

"I'm not crossing any lines!" you fire back. "You're the one with the problem! You're so insecure that any time I interact with another human being with a penis, you assume I'm cheating on you!"

"Maybe because you want to!" he retorts, his words like physical blows. "Maybe because you're bored with me already and looking for an upgrade!"

"That's disgusting," you say, shaking with rage and hurt. "How can you even say that to me?"

"It's the truth, isn't it?" he presses, stepping closer still, invading your space. "You love the attention. You love knowing that Will, that all of them, want you. It gets you off, doesn't it? Knowing you could have any of them."

Tears of frustration sting your eyes. "You're being cruel, Mack. You're saying horrible things just to hurt me."

"Maybe I want to hurt you," he says, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. "Maybe I want you to feel even a fraction of what I felt tonight, watching you with him. Watching you give him the smiles that are supposed to be mine. The touches that are supposed to be mine."

"You don't own me, Macklin," you say, your voice trembling. "You don't own my smiles or my touches or my conversations. I'm not your property."

"Aren't you?" he challenges, his eyes blazing with a possessive fire that both frightens and sickens you. "Isn't that what this is? You live in my house, you spend my money, you wear the clothes I bought you. You exist because I allow you to."

The words hit you like a physical blow, knocking the air from your lungs. You stare at him, at the stranger standing before you wearing your boyfriend's face.

As the last word leaves his lips, something shifts in his expression. The anger in his eyes dissolves, replaced by immediate, gut-wrenching regret. He sees the devastation on your face, the way your lip trembles, the tears welling in your eyes, the way you physically shrink back from him as if struck.

"Oh god," he whispers, his voice cracking. "I didn't mean that. I'm so sorry."

He reaches for you, his arms opening to pull you into an embrace, to take back the words that have caused so much damage.

But you flinch away from his touch, stumbling back as if his hands are fire. The rejection is a physical blow to Macklin, his arms dropping uselessly to his sides.

"Don't touch me," you whisper, your voice broken by sobs that finally break free. "I can't... I don't want to be near you right now."

You turn and flee, not even bothering to grab your purse or phone. The sound of the bedroom door closing, then the soft click of the front door opening and closing again, leaves Macklin standing alone in the entryway.

The silence that follows is deafening, more punishing than any argument. Macklin sinks to his knees, his head in his hands, the weight of his words crushing him. He replays the moment over and over, the flash of hurt in your eyes, the way you flinched from his touch, the sound of your broken voice telling him to stay away.

He had been so blinded by jealousy, so consumed by insecurity, that he had deliberately aimed his words to cause maximum damage. And now, seeing the wreckage he's created, he's filled with a self-loathing so profound it threatens to suffocate him.

Macklin Celebrini x Taylor St. James (OC) - masterlist

summary: where Mack finds the pretty media girls instagram & Taylor faces the consequences of her actions

a/n: what a long time coming my friends and taymacks #1 fan @babypuck

MARCH 2025

The plane was set to leave at eleven o’clock on the dot. It was at eleven thirty-two that Macklin Celebrini finally boarded that plane. He was rid of his suit jacket, and his hair was a complete mess like he’d been pulling at the delicate bronde roots. The team sat in their unassigned assigned seats as they did every time they started a road trip.

And as usual, Mack took the seat he’d been in since his rookie year right beside Will, who was halfway through opening a Tupperware of homemade chocolate chip cookies. People had asked if everything was alright, to which he gave them a tired, half-hearted nod.

As the plane took off, most of the guys went to sleep, others caught up on whatever they were reading, and like typical teenagers, Will and Mack were on their phones doomscrolling. 

I need help finding a macklin fic ( 2 or 3 parts). They spending some of the summer with readers family and they weren’t allowed to sleep in the same room and the reader had a rude sister in law and was making fun of macklin because he couldn’t sleep without reader. The reader also told the dad that they would just leave because they didn’t get to spend a lot of time together as a couple during the season. After she said that the dad conceded and allowed them to share a room.