The heat never really left, even when the sun went down. Late nights blur into early mornings as Y/N and Macklin Celebrini circle each otherâtoo close to ignore, too far to touch without consequences. Thereâs something unspoken between them, something that lingers in the quiet, in the almosts, in the way neither of them ever says what they really mean. But heatwaves donât last forever. And neither do moments like this. So the question isâwhen everything cools down⌠will they still burn for each other?
Late nights, read receipts, and a contact saved with a name you definitely shouldnât have memorized. It starts as a jokeâone reckless DM, one unexpected replyâand suddenly youâre trading messages with Will Smith like itâs the most normal thing in the world. No labels, no expectations⌠just âyou up?â texts after road games and a string of inside jokes that mean a little too much. Heâs all easy charm and late-night honesty; youâre trying very hard not to care. But somewhere between the teasing, the voice notes, and the way he always seems to text you first after a win, the line between casual and something else starts to blur. And neither of you are saying anything about it.
Sheâs been Mackâs best friend since they were 8. During her heat, she calls Mack. The pain is unbearable and she just wants relief. So, he knots her, un able to control himself. But when Mack wakes up that next day in a rut, he knows things are fucked.
You, Macklin Celebrini, and Will Smith have always had an easy, close dynamicâjoking around, spending a lot of time together, the kind of friendship where boundaries blur a little without anyone really acknowledging it.
Macklin isnât new to this. Heâs been balancing hockey and being Spider-Man long enough to have a systemâearly mornings, late nights, excuses that almost make sense. No one knows who he is under the mask, and he plans to keep it that way. Itâs safer. Simpler.