𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚. leo. intj. twenty-three. proud and loud bisexual. linguist and language maniac. movie re-watcher outfit repeater. no off season bc I'll watch any sport.
requests are... open!
smut nay, suggestive content yay
inbox for soft thought hours and chats open ⋆｡𖦹 °🐋⋆
work in progress can be found here
. . .𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑:
⁷¹ macklin celebrini ² will smith ⁷² william eklund
⁹³ fraser minten
⁹⁸ connor bedard
⁸⁷ sidney crosby
. . . 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫!reader AU masterlist
ᥫ᭡. fraser minten x bedard!reader
ᥫ᭡. will smith x celebrini!reader
ᥫ᭡. macklin celebrini x crosby!reader
ᥫ᭡. nathan mackinnon x makar!reader
I SAW U JUST FINISHED WATCHING OFF CAMPUS !!! omg will u ever write like a crossover between nhl players and off campus? either the reader being an actress in the series or the series and irl actually being connected
OML YOU'RE A GENIUS?? HELLO?? i was just about to sit down and start writing the logan fic BUT THIS?? lemme just quickly change my plans bc I HAVE TO WRITE THIS. i love your mind anon 🫶🏼
(also guys pls talk to me. it doesnt have to be only about hockey, it can be about whatever, but I'd love to get to know you guysss)
Learn how to be respectful and nice!! < me @ the person who told you to "learn how to tag properly" (i feel protective of you, you seem like a sweetheart)
this is so so sweet, thank you 😭🫶🏼 (the first time i read this was in the morning and it was such a nice message to wake up to)
regarding the "learn how to tag properly" comment, i'm honestly still confused, because in all the years i spent on kpop tumblr, not once did anyone tell me i was tagging improperly. if you're going to be a dick about it, at least tell me what exactly i'm doing wrong.
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y/n.crosby i still love my geriatric team but can't lie, the sharks were fun 🩵
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sanjosesharks we need a crosby x sharkie crossover
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penguins generational betrayal
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y/n.crosby just don't show this to my dad pls ❤️🐧
user1 so did you get that sj tour?
erikkarlsson65 Who are you calling geriatric?
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y/n.crosby ily you guys 🫶🏼 but you're old
erikkarlsson65 @ rickardrakell Tydligen är vi gamla (apparently we’re old)
rickardrakell Djärvheten (the audacity)
user2 guys!!! MACK INCOMING!!!
user3 will too!!!
user4 pls tell me they actually hung out 🙏🏼
user5 proof or it didn't happen
fujifilmx_us new lenses on the way for our favorite cinematographer? 👀
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user6 you're so talented queen, teach us your ways
user7 nepotism
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mackcelebrini 📍san jose
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user1 he did NOT take these pics himself
_willsmith2 delete
mackcelebrini no
user2 LMAO DID HE JUST POST WILL JUST TO DISTRACT US FROM THE FACT THAT HE WAS HANGING OUT WITH Y/N
user3 can you people like not? she doesnt follow him and hasn't liked any of his pics. stop with the shipping
user4 right, so him hanging out on a movie set is a complete coincidence?
user3 lmao he was probably shooting an ad
user5 yeah and macklin celebrini is definitely the type to go around town with a canon film camera
user3 it could be one of his friends??
user5 me when i lie
user6 will and his inability to have a normal facial expression for once 💔
samdickinson4 okay pinterest queen 👑
collin.graf i literally saw him watch yt vids on how to fix your insta feed
_willsmith2 and i'm the one with weird hobbies
eklund_72 do we think there's a reason for his sudden aesthetic outburst
tofff73 Identity crisis?
user7 lmao not the boys making fun of mack 😭
user8 tbh i'm just excited to see how this will unfold. lemme grab some popcorn
guys hypothetical question!! i finished off campus a couple of days ago and i have an itch to write something for logan. would anyone be interested in reading that?
I had this little idea that reminded me of your writing style, and I wanted to share it in case it sparked any inspiration for you! But please feel free to ignore this if it’s not interesting to you!
What if you write the boys reactions to anyone disrespecting reader, whether it’s a fan, family member or idk just a stranger?. I’d love to see your take on it💚
hiii!!! thank you so much for your request, i had so much fun writing it 🤭 here is your request, hope you'll enjoy it <3
the bar was filled with people shouting over each other, drinks spilling onto the floor, and bartenders trying to keep up with the orders. you didn’t plan on going out tonight, but one of fraser’s friends had managed to convince you to trade your at-home date for a night out.
you drummed your fingers against the bar, patiently waiting for the bartender to pick up your order. the third beer was making your head pleasantly fuzzy, and everything around you felt a little softer around the edges – but honestly, it was a good thing fraser’s friends had dragged you out. both of you were due for a nice evening away from the safe little bubble that was fraser’s apartment.
your social-butterfly boyfriend looked like he fit right in, sprawled in the booth with his arm draped over the back of the chair that you had been sitting just a minute ago. you smiled unconsciously, mirroring his wide one as he laughed at something one of his friends said.
suddenly, you felt a presence beside you – a strong smell of cologne hitting your nose, sharp and unpleasant. before you could even look up at whoever had invaded your space, you heard a faint, “fucking puck bunny.”
you straightened slightly, curling your hands into fists, and turned to the man and shot him a glare. it wasn’t your first time being called that, which didn’t mean you were okay with it.
“excuse me?”
“you’re minten’s girlfriend, right?”
“whether i am or not, you don’t get to call me a puck bunny. you don’t get to call anyone that, for that matter.”
the beer definitely helped with your confidence, which you were quietly grateful for. standing up for yourself wasn’t the issue in itself, but doing it face-to-face with someone much bigger than you, who also happened to be a man, wasn’t exactly easy.
“sure,” he scoffed, leaning down slightly, gracing you with the stench of something stronger than beer on his breath. “i’ll call you whatever i want as long as you’re the reason his game is shit lately.”
“me? i’m the reason he can’t get a puck in the net? and how exactly is that my fault?”
you could see he was starting to get properly annoyed now, the way his jaw ticked and his biceps strained against his shirt. maybe rage-baiting a gym bro wasn’t the best idea, but you couldn’t help yourself.
“if you weren’t so fucking desperate to fuck him, maybe then he’d actually focus on what’s important,” he spat, nostrils flaring. “a fucking puck bunny,” he repeated slowly, enunciating every word like he wanted it to stick.
that’s when you felt the familiar weight of fraser’s hand on your hip and his broad chest pressing against your back, instantly allowing you to take a deeper breath and relax into him. you reached for his other hand, interlacing your fingers.
“can i ask why you’re disrespecting my girlfriend?” he asked, his tone jarringly flat and emotionless.
he might not have been the most intimidating-looking guy, but his height, the strength hidden under his clothes, and the simple fact he was a bruin – meaning fighting was practically in his blood – made the man in front of you visibly falter.
not so confident now, huh?
“i wasn’t… it was just a joke,” the guy stammered.
both you and fraser snickered at that.
“yeah, because calling someone a puck bunny is such a compliment,” fraser said flatly, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “look, if you ever talk to my girlfriend like that again, or even try to come near her again, i’ll break your fucking nose. got it?”
“no, but—”
“oh my god, get the fucking memo and fuck off,” fraser groaned.
the guy didn’t hesitate for another second before quickly disappearing into the crowd.
you turned in your boyfriend’s arms as he watched the man leave, his gaze following him until he was gone. only then did fraser’s expression soften, the blue of his eyes looking darker in the dim bar light.
“you okay?” he asked, scanning you as if checking for injuries.
“that was kind of hot,” you admitted.
“huh?” fraser’s brows lifted, his expression slipping back into something softer and boyish.
you just shook your head and buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of his cologne.
as much as your polite and soft-spoken boyfriend was off the ice, you knew he’d never hesitate to stand up for you – channeling his inner bruin the second someone made you uncomfortable.
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watching connor get into scrums and semi-serious fights on the ice was fun. you knew he’d never really drop his gloves – not at this point in his career, anyway – so there was never much to worry about beyond maybe a bloody nose or a bruised eye.
watching connor get angry off the ice, though, wasn’t nearly as fun.
didn’t matter whether it was because someone blocked his car in, the shirt he wanted to wear was in the wash, or someone was being a dick to a person he cared about.
and unfortunately, that person was often you.
ever since the waiter came up to lead you to your booth, you could feel the bad vibes radiating off this place. at first, you tried convincing yourself you were just tense from the stressful weekend you’d had, but it quickly became obvious that it wasn’t the restaurant, and it wasn’t your own head either.
it was the waiter.
he ignored every word you said, only nodding or reacting whenever connor spoke. then he “accidentally” forgot your drink. And when he finally brought it over–
“i’m sooo sorry, i’m such a mess today,” he sighed dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest while water soaked into your dress.
you hadn’t thought to put a napkin on your lap before the food arrived, and now you regretted it heavily.
you and connor exchanged a look.
“it’s fine,” you said, forcing a smile, even though all you really wanted to do was punch the little shit in the face.
then came the food: some kind of soup the restaurant was supposedly famous for. steam curled from the bowls as your lovely waiter set connor’s down first.
the second he turned toward you, something uneasy twisted in your chest.
you instinctively shifted further into the booth just as the waiter set the bowl down, and spilled some of it directly onto the seat you’d been sitting in seconds earlier.
if you hadn’t moved, the boiling soup would’ve landed straight on your legs.
“are you–” your boyfriend burst out, visibly stopping himself from swearing. he planted both palms flat against the table, and only then did you notice how badly his hands were shaking. “are you kidding me? what the hell are you doing?”
“i’m just having a rough shift, man.” the waiter shrugged like he hadn’t nearly scalded you alive and casually reached to wipe down the seat, as if you weren’t already preparing to grab your things and leave.
“no, you almost burned my girlfriend’s legs,” your boyfriend snapped. “that’s not a rough shift. what the hell is wrong with you?”
his blue eyes searched the waiter’s face for any sign of remorse. regret. literally anything. but there was nothing. if anything, the guy looked smug.
“is this some kind of hockey fan thing?” connor asked, his voice getting louder with every sentence. he was a hothead through and through, and even if he usually tried to avoid confrontation – not exactly being good at it – he never wanted you to feel like he wouldn’t stand up for you. “you don’t like me, so you’re taking it out on my girlfriend?”
the waiter still didn’t react, visibly trying to rile connor up.
which, unfortunately, was working.
“listen–”
“no, you know what?” you cut in quickly. “i think we’re done here. let’s just go.”
“no, but–” connor looked about two seconds away from throwing a punch.
you sent him a stern look – the one he knew better than to ignore unless he wanted real trouble afterward.
“happy wife, happy life, i guess,” he muttered under his breath, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the booth.
“wife?”
he shrugged.
“doesn’t sound as nice with ‘girlfriend.’”
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sidney was prepared for the post-game media to be rough.
his game tonight had been poor – by his standards, at least. nothing connected the way it should have. he and his linemates couldn’t find rhythm and the other team’s goalie seemed to turn into a brick wall, so shooting the puck became, at some point, pointless. he could feel aches in parts of his body that he hadn’t felt in years.
but what he hadn’t anticipated was one of the reporters – a new face, likely filling in for someone else – to start asking about you. and not only asking, but making statements. some pretty messed up statements.
“would you say that the reason for your game tonight was y/n?”
every journalist froze. a few mouths fell slightly open. heads snapped toward the man as if checking whether they had misheard. even some of the players nearby glanced over, momentarily pulled from their post-game haze. everyone and their mother knew not to ask sidney about his private life when it came to the public and media, and they hadn’t heard anyone be so upfront in… forever.
“i’m sorry?” sid let out a short, disbelieving laugh, unsure whether he had misheard the question. heat crept up the back of his neck, and it had nothing to do with the game.
“i mean, we know you went on a trip with y/n during the break, so could that be the reason you seemed distracted tonight?”
sidney stared at him, dumbfounded. “are you calling my wife a distraction?”
“well, those are your words, not mine,” the reporter replied with a small, smug laugh.
that wiped off the confused expression from sid’s face and replaced it with a locked-in, intimidating – and slightly off-putting – stare that had opponents shaking in their skates during faceoffs.
“first of all, what you’re doing is fucking unprofessional,” he couldn’t help but curse, dropping the nice-guy façade. the journalist’s smile dropped a bit. he didn’t seem all that sure of himself anymore, seeing sid in his pissed-off glory usually reserved for the ice.
“second of all, she has never been a distraction, and i won’t allow you to use my wife as a scapegoat for why we played like shit tonight. if anything, she’s the reason why i’m here, so instead you should fucking thank her and not disrespect her like you just did.”
despite the harsh words and sid being not like himself, the clip from the media was posted, and it was safe to say you were more than a little undone watching your usually quiet, polite husband speak so openly – and so fiercely – about you.
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seeing will angry was one thing. seeing will angry and acting on it was something entirely different.
his slightly sunburnt cheeks – earned only because will was the most stubborn man alive when it came to sunscreen – were flushed as he pressed his lips into a tight line.
“will, it’s okay,” you said, placing a hand against his chest, right over his heart. “seriously.”
he shook his head, blond curls falling over his forehead before he shoved them back with a frustrated tug. his blue eyes refused to meet yours, locked instead on the person who had been, unfortunately, being a dick to you.
one of his teammates had brought a friend along to the team dinner, and he had turned out to be exactly that – difficult, rude, and far too comfortable overstepping. judging by will’s reaction, though, douchebag might have been too soft a word.
“he disrespected the fuck out of you, honey,” your boyfriend said, his voice tight with emotion. “i can’t just stand back and watch that.”
“but you can,” you said firmly. “you can, and you will, william.” at that, he finally looked at you. his gaze snapped to yours at the use of his full name, frustration still burning behind his eyes. “i love you,” you continued more softly, “but you’re not going to beat up your friend’s guest at a dinner where there are kids running around in the garden.”
he exhaled sharply and tipped his head back, staring up at the sky as if searching for patience there. “why are you being so calm about this? Usually you’re the one one step away from starting a fistfight.”
that made you smile.
you reached up and cradled his face in your hands. the tension in him shifted slightly at the touch, his expression softening as his own hands settled at your waist, thumbs brushing lightly beneath the hem of your shirt.
“because he’s not worth it,” you said quietly. “he’s not worth your anger, or your attention, or your emotions. he’s just a fucking dick. and yeah, what he said was upsetting, but so what? really, let’s just enjoy ourselves, will. have dinner with our friends. spend some well-deserved time together.”
for a moment, he looked as though he might genuinely melt into you on the spot.
a small, softer smile tugged at your mouth.
“besides,” you added, “knowing you get that angry over some dipshit kind of makes this whole situation worth it.”
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leaving the rink with mack was never your favorite part of the night. not because of his driving – though the way he treated every lamppost like a personal challenge certainly didn’t help – but because of what waited outside the arena doors.
the crowds. the signatures. the cameras. you and mack lived by the “private but not secret” rule, because at his level, “secret” wasn’t really an option anyway. especially now, with everything getting bigger, louder, harder to ignore.
so you made yourself smaller in the passenger seat whenever you could. sink down, blend in, disappear for a while, as mack signed jerseys and posed for photos. usually, no one really paid much attention to you. sometimes you even got small gifts from fans, which never failed to make your heart melt. but sometimes you weren’t so lucky.
they were almost the last ones to get their jerseys signed before you could finally drive away and get some peace, just the two of you, after many hours.
“does it ever get annoying?” asked one of the boys, who couldn’t have been much older than your boyfriend himself.
mack’s hands paused briefly over the jersey. you already knew the face he was making without even seeing it – brows slightly furrowed, that confused little pout he got when something didn’t make sense.
from the corner of your eye you saw the boy nodding toward you.
fuck.
mack turned in his seat to look at you, green eyes catching yours in the darkness of the car, illuminated only by the dim light spilling from the dashboard.
“you mean my girlfriend?” your boyfriend asked, keeping his tone perfectly polite, and handed back the jersey, already taking another photo from the guy’s friend.
“yeah,” he shrugged, as if that was the most normal question in the world.
your heart was suddenly way too loud in your chest, and you itched to grab onto mack’s bicep to ground yourself. but that would only draw more attention to you, so instead you pulled his hoodie closer around yourself, hoping that would make you invisible.
at this point, you were kind of used to situations like these. the comments. the stares. the TikTok conspiracy theories saying you were dating him for XYZ. always a different reason. never less hurtful and misogynistic. it never became entirely easy to deal with them, though – not so much because of you yourself, but because you didn’t want to be something that complicated mack’s world. you didn’t want to be a problem to manage.
“i don’t think i’m following,” mack said. he slightly readjusted in the seat, so his legs were spread further out, and while usually you’d grumble about him manspreading, now you appreciated when his knee brushed against yours.
“i mean, she’s been here with you for each of the past… i don’t even know how many games. like, she’s always here. doesn’t it get annoying?”
you couldn’t see it yourself, but mack was fuming on the inside. the only reason he didn’t tell him to fuck off was the PR nightmare it would cause.
macklin celebrini telling a fan to fuck off.
yeah, sounds like a dream for his PR team. besides, social media would definitely find out that it had something to do with you, and he couldn’t let that happen.
he needed to keep you away from this mess as much as he could.
mack could feel you next to him, sitting stiff as a board, and he didn’t want anything more than to at least grab your hand to comfort you and ground himself – but he didn’t want to draw more attention to you.
he cleared his throat, as he returned the last item for signing.
‘she’s always here because she’s my partner,’ mack said as a matter-of-factly, grasping onto what he had learned at the PR trainings that he frankly didn’t pay much attention to. ‘that’s kind of the whole point, no?’
the guy was about to say something more, but mack cut him off.
‘now if you don’t mind, i’m like super tired after the game, so i’ll just like go. thanks for the support, though’ he said, this time not sparing the sarcasm.
finally, you were pulling away from the rink. glad for it to be over, you exhaled and sunk further into your seat.
‘you didn’t have to say anything, mack’.
‘what do you mean i didn’t?’ he said, softer now, and reached for your hand. ‘you’re my girlfriend.’
heeey the "puck" anon here: ) no worries about any wait! you gained a lot of attention as your work is really good! so i was expecting some wait and at the end of the day, you do these out of your own volition so any requests are not given so i was happy to wait for as long as you'd like or never even get it : ) I hope youve been well! (And yes omg ofc i loved reading it, I LOVE HURT/COMFORT, STRESS THE MEN OUT A LITTLE I WONT HURT THEM🙂↕️)
i have such ptsd from my kpop writing days. i swear people would get so pissy if i didn't write their request in like 0.1 days. that's probably why i'm sweating anytime i see i still have a request from like three weeks ago. so i'm happy to hear you dont mind the wait 😭 and omfg i love hurt/comfort as well, the men NEED TO BE STRESSED, LET'S MAKE THEM SUFFERRRRR.
I HAD TO PLSSSSS. i can't tell you how many times i've watched that video and it just gets funnier fjnvfjivnrjvif. mack ily your reaction is completely valid, i also like to get drunk and geek over sidney crosbeh <3 (also the ref gopro cam vid from the denmark game is taking me OUTTT. bratlin celebrini strikes again and fraser with his 'i'm strong'. absolute cinema)
user3 they're literary such couple goals, I need what they have 😔✊🏼
your.bsf how many museums have you managed to have already seen?
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y/n.bedard like all of them?
_willsmith2 hasn't it been like four days since the tournament started
your.bsf she's crazy like that
user4 give our congrats to fraser for the player of the game!!
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user5 um hello what is will doing here? guys??
user6 fraser, will wants to steal your girl
user7 I think y/n is friends with will's gf since they both study at bu
user8 WE NEED Y/N AND WILL'S GF TOGETHERRRR
mackcelebrini you're going out with us tonight
y/n.bedard in your dreams babes, i'm not going to play babysitter <3
fraserminten sidney crosbehhhh
mackcelebrini nevermind
_connorbedard so not only did you steal my best friend but you also didnt invite me to come. your both the worst
fraserminten stop being so possessive bro
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y/n.bedard cry about it. also it's not your but you're
michaelmisa_ are you saying we're dumb?
y/n.celebrini you literally know only stick and puck so yes 🫶🏼
michaelmisa_ @_willsmith2 your gf is bullying us how are you gonna respond?
_willsmith2 i'll say that she's right?
catbtoffoli oh, you trained him well girl
user1 lmao y/n is running a strict program i see
user2 i'm obsessed with her, beauty and brains (and a hot boyfriend)
_willsmith2 my pretty girl ❤️
y/n.celebrini fyi i'm still mad
_willsmith2 what do I have to do for you to forgive me ❤️
y/n.celebrini bring all the puppies to boston
_willsmith2 not going to happen ❤️
samdickinson4 when you find a new planet can you name it after me?
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y/n.celebrini submitting the paperwork to the IAU as we speak
user3 that pic of will is to die forrrr
user4 we need y/n to post more candids of will cuz this is making me go insaneee
user5 I'm surprised she posts anything about him tbh
user6 well she knew what she was doing when getting into a relationship with him lol
mackcelebrini i'm not your love?
y/n.celebrini be grateful i didn't post one of those ugly ass photos of you drooling in your sleep
user8 those doggies are so adorable!!!
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user7 the way y/n keeps bickering with will and mack is everything 😭
your.bsf you're the literal epitome of a performative male
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y/n.crosby because i can't pull hoes or the matcha?
your.bsf both 😭
user1 how does it feel to live my dream life
user2 what are you working on rn??
calemakar_ where do you keep your oscar?
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y/n.crosby funny
calemakar_ see how you can’t even hit me back with the stanley cup line cuz i actually have one?
y/n.crosby i'm bloking you
user3 y/n would you recommend the book?
y/n.crosby if you're into historical fiction then yes ☺️
user4 am i dreaming or did macklin just like y/n’s post
user5 here y'all go again
user6 but they didn't say anything???
user5 lmao but we know where this is going
user4 I was just surprised, no need to be a dick 🫶🏼
user8 mack go away she's for the girls
y/n.crosby
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y/n.crosby soooo who wants to give me a san jose tour?
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kletang_58 congrats kiddo!! so proud of you
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y/n.crosby love you!!
user1 why is she in sj?
user2 I think she got an internship at universal so she's probably filming something
user3 i think baby canada would gladly show you around lol
user4 preach. he’s literally been liking all her posts lately
penguins our future Hollywood star!
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e.malkin71geno have fun солнышко
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user5 fucking nepo baby
user6 yeah no way she got that internship without her last name lol
user7 has it ever occurred to you that maybe she’s just really good at what she does?
user8 you're such losers
user9 knowing sid’s competitiveness and ambition, i’ll take a wild guess and say y/n’s the same
rickardrakell are we getting invited to the premiere?
emmelirakell I am. you're staying with the kids
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user10 mack's here again 🤨
user11 you do realise mack literally trains with sidney in summer right? ofc they know each other
user12 let us be delusional
user13 yeah but it’s still weird that he suddenly started liking all her posts
fraser is probably the smiliest boy on earth, so the idea of him suddenly turning serious feels almost wrong – but the second it became clear that your fall was more than just a harmless slip, his usual boyish grin would disappear completely, replaced by the most solemn expression. he’d be so gentle with you, his big, steady hands carefully checking your ankle, but the moment he heard even the slightest wince or noticed the smallest change in your expression, he’d immediately get you over to the doctor. fraser would actually be very good at keeping himself composed on the outside. he’d want to seem reliable and calm for your sake, even though internally he’d be panicking. underneath it all, he’d be an absolute mess of worry. If he could, he’d take the pain onto himself without hesitation. more than anything, fraser would just want you safe, comfortable, and happy again. afterward, he’d take care of you so attentively it would almost make your chest ache. he’d make you tea, read to you, pull you extra close during movie nights, and apply ointment exactly when you needed it. he’d probably even call his mom for recipes she used to make for him whenever he was sick or feeling down, wanting to be the best boyfriend possible and somehow make up for the fact that you got hurt at all.
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his initial reaction would be to laugh, mostly because he doesn’t realise you’re actually hurt. the two of you mess with each other so much that it doesn’t fully register until connor sees your face twisted in pain. the second he realises you clutching your ankle isn’t some prank, he’s at your side immediately. connor looks completely panicked because, one – you’re obviously hurt and in pain, and two – he has absolutely no idea what to do. him being injured is different, but you? is he supposed to take the skate off? carry you to the bench? but what if he falls too and makes things worse? what, is he supposed to drag you? by the end of it, you’d probably be the one calming him down instead of the other way around. still, the two of you would figure it out together, and after the doctor checks you over, connor would make up for his panic by being the best caregiver he possibly could be.
𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘
sid would turn into such a mom about it, obviously. he’d immediately blame himself for not getting to you before you hit the ice, and before you’d even fully process what happened, he’d already be at your side. he’d bombard you with questions right away, asking if your wrist hurt, if your ankle hurt, if you hit your head – basically naming every bone in your body, even though the fall itself really wasn’t that dramatic. just a normal slip on the ice. but sid would absolutely not see it that way. before you could even protest, he’d scoop you into his arms and carry you straight to the team doctor at the arena. and of course, he’d hover the entire time, watching for the slightest sign of pain or discomfort. and sid being sid, he wouldn’t let you walk at all the next day, even after the doctor said it was nothing more than minor swelling that would go away with a few hours of rest. you could try reminding him that he literally plays through broken bones, bruised ribs, and bloody noses, but he’d want absolutely none of it.
𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋
will would try so hard to keep his composure, but he’d fail miserably. the second you fell, he’d convince himself it was somehow his fault because skating had been his idea in the first place. he’d keep apologising over and over, barely able to meet your eyes, even after you reassured him that you were okay and that slipping on the ice obviously wasn’t his fault. you’d try joking around while he helped you up and guided you to the bench, but somehow that would only make him pout more. he’d take you to the doctor, hold your hand the entire time, and once you got home, he’d make sure your foot was propped up comfortably with pillows and blankets within reach. still, he’d stay unusually quiet, completely consumed by the guilt he’d placed on himself. it would probably take him a while before he could smile normally again or look at you without remembering the way your face twisted in pain when you fell. even so, will would be incredibly good at taking care of you, always checking whether you needed anything, making sure you were comfortable, and hovering nearby just in case. and he would absolutely call grace about everything – even the smallest things. one tiny complaint from you and he’d already be asking her if that was normal.
𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍
similarly to connor, mack would be completely lost. the idea of you being in pain would make his brain short-circuit for a second – he’d just freeze, staring at you in shock while panic and adrenaline rushed through him. he’d try to remember what the team doctors usually did whenever he got injured or needed a check-up, but every instruction and question would get tangled together in his head. his mind would be moving too fast for any of it to make sense. eventually, mack would lean down to press a messy kiss to your forehead, mumbling for you to stay put – not that you could exactly move anyway – before skating off as fast as possible to find someone far more competent to help you. afterward, mack would feel terrible about not being able to do more in the moment. he’d get stuck in his own head about it, suddenly feeling self-conscious that he couldn’t properly help his girlfriend when she needed him most. and once you got home, he’d absolutely recruit will into helping him take care of you. more specifically, he’d make will call grace because mack wouldn’t remember a single thing the arena doctor had said. he’d have about a thousand questions and somehow still forget the answers five minutes later.
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he would absolutely try to distract you from the pain by making the silliest jokes imaginable – the kind that wouldn’t make sense in any other situation. part of it would be for you, but honestly, part of it would also be for him, just to stop his brain from hyper-fixating on the fact that you were hurt. wille would help you over to the bench almost immediately, carefully wrapping one of the blankets lying around your shoulders while staying constantly mindful of your injured foot. every movement would be slow and gentle, like he was terrified of hurting you more. and honestly, being an older brother would make him surprisingly good at taking care of you afterward. he’d make sure you never had to move too much on your own, and if you absolutely needed to get up, he’d be right there beside you – one arm wrapped around your waist and the other steadying you by the elbow. though, if it were entirely up to him, he’d either carry you everywhere or permanently glue you to the sofa until your foot healed.
°❀⋆ she is an academy award winning actress, but keeps her life very private (think of zendaya and tom holland)
°❀⋆ hobbies: knitting & crocheting, doing crosswords or sudoku, sightseeing/learning about new cultures, baking, yoga or pilates at home, journaling (only handwritten)
°❀⋆ likes: the mountains, doing her own stunts, spending time at home with nate and maggie, winter & snow, making fun of cale with taylor, noise cancelling headphones, hugs
°❀⋆ dislikes: green vegetables, sand, (ironically) cameras and big crowds, swimming, clear lip glosses, people chewing loudly
°❀⋆ favourites: maggie, quiet mornings, lady bird & little women, '00s romcoms, lotr, lana del rey, late night cuddles with nate, apple pie
