Brock Grabbing Quinn’s Hand In The Fist Bump Line Omgggg

Can Sidney fight is the question???

i am in absolute shambles.

Hello! I love that one mattdrai fic you recommended. may i also bother u and ask for some more mattdrai recommendations? i already read head above water and scrawling it forever series and i LOVED both of them i cannot stop thinking about it!!

I loooooove MattDrai! There are so many incredible fics for this pairing (and more being written all the time honestly) so this is not an exhaustive list of good ones. But here are some longer fics I liked a lot, in no particular order:

let me look at you by isozyme

Baby, I’m a Wildcard by wearemany

slip under the tongue into translation by lighthousetowers

gather your broken lessons and move by rumandwhine

comment for engagement by RippingOffZeppelin

Growing Into Someone by blaahaj

(Honestly everything blaahaj writes is amazing, another one I love is Muscle Memory)

but please (don’t) bite, orphaned by the author

Opposite of Nothing by angry_geno_is_score

so is the longing by dogjuice

Bred to the Bone by puckthisshift

(Get a Torch and a Flame and) Burn the Path You Want by Linsky (The whole wolf verse is fun and definitely worth a read, lots of different great pairings!)

Odour by CoffeeHound91

Sea Change by andthreequarts

preference by daisysusan

linger by bropunzeling

"when you are young, they assume you know nothing"

is it too much to ask for this facial hair to make a return 👉🏻👈🏻

WillMack

@ this person on tiktok - did you just stab me ho?💔💔

Branded|| 𝘔. 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳

*Gif not mine*

Pairings: Mitch Marner x gf!reader

Summary: You get Mitch’s number tattooed right above your ass.

Word count: 606

Warnings: fluff, ass slapping mentioned🫢, Mitch getting handsy, jealous Mitch.

Requested: no

Note: totally based off of One Tree Hill season one episode nineteen. Also keep sending requests

Reckless decisions.

One sober fun night out with the girls caused me to end up at a tattoo parlour and get the number sixteen tatted right above my ass. I made them swear to secrecy that they wouldn’t tell Mitch nor bring it up.

I’ve been hiding it from Mitch by keeping my pants high waisted and since Mitch is an ass guy, it makes it harder to hide it. Late at night, I’m sitting at my desk trying to get some emails answered. Mitch walks into the room. “Hi baby,” He greets taking a seat on the bed.

“Take a break.” He tells me in a whining tone. “I’ve got to get this done.” I try explaining, pulling the back of my shirt down. “It’s getting late and you’ve been answering emails all day.” Mitch slams his head back on a pillow.

I look over to the clock notice that it’s half past eleven, deciding that it’s getting late I shut off my computer and lay down on Mitch. I wrap my arms around him and rest my chin on his chest, looking up at him, batting my eyelashes.

“You’re pretty.” He coo’s, pulling my hair behind my ears. I blush in response, snuggling into his chest. “We should get to bed.” I yawn into his chest, unraveling my arms from him getting up and walk away with my back facing him.

Walking out of the bathroom makeup free and a set of pyjamas on, I settle myself into bed waiting for Mitch to get ready as well. “Babe,” Mitch calls softly getting onto bed. “If you ever did something you’d tell me right?” I furrow my brows, panic rising at the fear of him seeing the tattoo.

“Of course I would.” I respond quickly, turning my back to him on the comfortable side I sleep on drifting off to a dreamless sleep.

꧁꧂

The sound of a shifting body and the bed moving with it wakes my mind and ears up but I have yet to open my eyes. Slowly opening my eyes I turn to the right seeing Mitch’s bare back facing me, clearly tense.

“Mitch.” I whisper, resting on my elbow caressing his back. Mitch’s back flex’s at my touch. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks in a low voice, turning to look at me. Confused I sit up, leaning on the headboard. “What do you mean?”

“The tattoo Y/N, the tattoo with my number right above your ass.” He grumbles, sitting right beside me. “Mitch, it’s just a tattoo. It was one decision and I made it.” I try to explain. “It’s not about the tattoo, it’s the fact that I wasn’t there and some guys hands were all over your.” He glares.

A smile graces my face realizing that Mitch is jealous. “Mitch, are you jealous?” I ask tilting my head and crawl into his lap. Mitch places his hands on my hips without thinking, pulling my closer. I rest my hands on his chest waiting for his answer.

“Just wish I was there.” He mumbles, tightening his grip. “Well if you must know, it was a girl.” I say laughing quietly. He furrows his brows in confusion. “A nice woman did the tattoo.” I explain, running my hands up his chest.

“Fuck, so all of this for that.” He sighs, grasping my ass. “Technically you’re the one who took it far.” I retort, squealing as his squeezes my ass. “But you were a bad girl for getting it without me there.” Mitch changes position so I’m laying against his legs with my ass in the air.

“Start counting.”

is it too much to ask for this facial hair to make a return 👉🏻👈🏻

But what’s the fic 😭😭😭

you know what willmack fic needs written? this one.

now bear with me this could go either way but i think it'd be so funny if will was the 'straight' roommate in question especially bcs he's definitely seen or done some gay shit with lenogabe and been absolutely fine but then mack starts dating and will's like 'fuck am i homophobic? against my best bro? my bro with the pretty eyes and prettier face? me? fuck.'