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okay last one for a lil bit cz im not sure if im doing a good job on these tbh 😞 but thank u for always liking these :3! (also mack is so clark kent to me)
Could you maybe do a fic where you’re Will’s sister (younger or twin or something lol) and you meet Macklin and form a crush on him and he likes you back. Then like how that would work and if Will finds out?
Aww, this is actually really cute <3
Between the Blue Lines
pairing: Macklin Celebrini x female reader
description: As Will Smith's younger sister, you never expected to fall for his teammate and roommate Macklin Celebrini.
TW: Fluff, mild language, protective sibling dynamics.
The arena buzzes with energy as you wait for your brother Will after the game. You've always supported him, even though hockey talk goes right over your head most of the time.
"Hey, you made it!" Will calls out, spotting you from across the locker room. "Come meet Mack."
He gestures to a tall, brown-haired player with the warmest eyes you've ever seen. "This is my sister," Will says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Be nice to her."
Macklin's smile lights up his entire face. "Nice to meet you properly," he says, his voice somehow both deep and gentle. "Will talks about you all the time."
"Only good things, I hope," you reply, feeling your cheeks warm.
"Mostly," Macklin teases, winking.
A week later, you're at a team barbecue when Macklin approaches you holding two bottles of water.
"Thought you might need this," he says, handing you one. "It's hot out here."
"Thanks," you say, accepting it gratefully. "I was starting to melt."
"I noticed," he admits, scratching the back of his neck. "So, Will mentioned you're starting your sophomore year?"
You nod, surprised he remembers. "Graphic design major."
"Really? That's cool," Macklin says, his eyes lighting up. "I've always admired people who can create things like that. I can barely draw a stick figure."
You laugh, feeling completely at ease. "Well, I can barely skate, so I guess we're even."
The conversation flows naturally for the next hour, until Will calls out, "Mack! You up for ping pong?"
"Saved by the ping pong paddle," Macklin says with a grin. "But I'd like to continue this conversation sometime."
"I'd like that too," you reply softly.
Two days later, your phone buzzes with an unknown number. "Hey, it's Mack. Got your number from Will's phone when he wasn't looking. Hope that's not too weird."
You smile at your screen. "Only a little bit weird," you text back. "But I'll let it slide this time."
For the next three weeks, you and Macklin text constantly. You learn about his family in Vancouver, his passion for hockey and his fear of spiders. He learns about your love for old movies, your dream of opening a small art studio and how you stress-bake chocolate chip cookies.
"Will would kill us both if he knew we were talking this much," Macklin says during a late-night call.
"Probably," you agree. "But we're not doing anything wrong."
"Not yet anyway," he replies, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
The first time Macklin kisses you is in the parking garage after a game. He walks you to your car, lingering by the driver's side door.
"I really like talking to you," he says, stepping closer. "And I really want to kiss you right now."
"Then maybe you should," you whisper, heart racing.
His lips are soft and hesitant at first, then more confident as you respond. When you finally break apart, both breathing heavily, he rests his forehead against yours.
"We're in so much trouble," he murmurs.
"Worth it though," you reply with a smile.
Two weeks later, you're curled up on Macklin's couch watching a movie when you hear the key in the lock.
"Shit, that's Will," Macklin says, jumping up. "Hide in the bathroom!"
You scramble into the bathroom just as Will calls out, "Mack? You here?"
"In the living room!" Macklin replies, his voice tight.
You press your ear to the door, heart pounding.
"Why does it smell like my sister's perfume in here?" Will asks suspiciously.
There's a pause before Macklin replies, "She stopped by earlier to drop off your hoodie."
Another silence. "Right," Will says slowly. "Well, I'm just grabbing my gear."
The front door closes, and you exhale deeply. Macklin knocks softly on the bathroom door.
"He's gone," he says softly. "That was too close."
"Maybe we should tell him?" you suggest, stepping out.
Macklin considers this, then shakes his head. "Not yet. Let's enjoy this a little longer first."
The next weekend, you're at a team dinner when Will's phone buzzes. He picks it up, and his expression immediately darkens as he reads something.
"Care to explain this?" he asks Macklin, voice dangerously low as he turns his phone to show him the screen.
Macklin's face pales as he sees what Will is showing him, a photo of you and him kissing outside the arena last week.
"Where did you get that?" Macklin asks, though he already knows.
"One of the guys saw you and thought I should know," Will says, standing up. "How long has this been going on behind my back?"
The entire table goes silent as all eyes turn to your small group.
"We need to talk," Will says, grabbing Macklin's arm and pulling him toward the exit.
You follow them outside, where Will turns on both of you.
"How long?" he asks, his voice shaking with anger. "How long have you been lying to me?"
"A month," Macklin admits, stepping slightly in front of you. "But we weren't lying, we just..."
"You just what?" Will interrupts. "Decided to date my little sister behind my back?"
"Will, please," you plead, reaching for his arm. "We really like each other."
He pulls away, hurt flashing in his eyes. "He's my best friend and my roommate. And you're my little sister. Do you have any idea how messed up this is?"
"I'm sorry," you whisper, tears forming. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Will's expression softens slightly as he looks at you. "I'm not mad at you," he says quietly. "I'm mad at him." He turns to Macklin. "You knew how I feel about any of my friends dating my sister. You knew she's off limits."
"I know," Macklin admits. "But I couldn't help it. She's incredible."
Will sighs, running a hand through his hair. "If you hurt her, I swear..."
"I won't," Macklin interrupts firmly. "Ever."
Will studies him for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Fine. But we're setting ground rules. Lots of them."
As Will begins listing his conditions, Macklin discreetly squeezes your hand, and you know somehow, everything will be okay.
We're not talking about how long it took me to get to this Will Smith Hickey request ok? Ok. Great. Here it is! I'm so sorry for the delay 😭 I'm terrible I hope it lives up to what you expected 💕 It's not long by any means but its 100% chaotic which is exactly what I'd expect from Will & feat. 3rd wheeling Mack I know Mack would be the ETERNAL 3rd wheel and so would Will tbh.
Doing my best to get these little blurbs out when I can! I'm sorry if your request is taking me a while I swear I'll get to all of them! Thank you guys for being so unbelievably patient with me as I work on all of these!
Word Count: 1151
Warnings: Use of (Y/N), AFAB! Reader, anxiety (mild) fluff
Summary: Will loves you and he's terrified to tell you, and yet…
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Will had planned it. That was the problem.
For almost a month, he'd been carrying those three words around in his pocket, waiting for the right moment.
Not because he wasn't sure. He'd been sure for a while now.
When she'd steal half the fries off his plate and grin when he caught her, fall asleep against him during movie nights, when she'd text him a picture of something random because it reminded her of him, or even when she'd walk into a room and somehow make the whole place feel warmer.
The problem wasn't whether he loved her.
The problem was that he wanted the moment to be perfect, and somehow, every time he thought about saying it, his stomach twisted itself into knots.
So he'd planned it starting with flowers, dinner, and a walk afterward.
It was something sweet, memorable, and worthy of her.
Unfortunately, life had other plans.
Will opened his apartment door and found Y/N standing there holding a grocery bag.
"Hi," she said brightly.
"Hi." A smile tugged at his lips automatically. It always did when he saw her. Then he noticed what she was carrying. "Why do you have a watermelon?"
Y/N looked offended. "Wow."
"What?"
"You didn't even say you missed me."
"I saw you this morning."
"Still."
Will laughed as she shoved the watermelon into his arms.
"Hold him."
"Him?"
"My son."
Will stared at the watermelon. "Your son."
"Be nice."
An hour later the watermelon had a face drawn on it.
Will wasn't entirely sure how things had gotten so out of hand.
Then again, they usually did whenever Y/N was involved.
Macklin arrived not long after.
The second he stepped into the apartment, his eyes landed on the watermelon sitting proudly on the counter.
"...What is that?"
"My son," Y/N answered.
Macklin looked at Will. Will looked at Macklin. Neither spoke about the strangeness of the situation.
"Thank God," Macklin finally said. "I thought I was losing my mind."
By some miracle, the evening only got stranger.
A blanket fort appeared in the living room.
Nobody could really pinpoint how.
One minute they were watching TV. The next, couch cushions were everywhere and Y/N was directing construction like an architect with a deadline.
Will complained the entire time. Then spent thirty minutes making sure the blanket ceiling wouldn't collapse.
Which Y/N will probably never let him forget.
Now all three of them were crammed inside the fort.
The movie played quietly in the background, but nobody was really paying attention.
Macklin was stretched out on the floor scrolling through his phone.
Y/N was tucked into Will's side beneath a mountain of blankets, and Will couldn't remember a single thing that had happened in the movie because he kept getting distracted by her.
The sound of her laugh, the way she talked with her hands, and the way her eyes sparkled whenever she got excited about something.
At the moment she was explaining some ridiculous theory involving raccoons.
Will honestly wasn't following. He was too busy looking at her.
"...and that's why I think they're smarter than people realize."
"What is?"
"The raccoons."
Will blinked. "Oh."
Y/N narrowed her eyes. "You weren't listening."
"I was."
"You weren't." A smile tugged at her lips.
Will felt his heart squeeze because this right here was his favorite thing.
Not fancy dinners, planned dates, or picture-perfect moments.
This. Being curled up together on a random night, listening to her talk, laughing until his stomach hurt, and feeling completely at peace whenever she was close.
The realization was so overwhelming it stole the air from his lungs.
He loved her more than he had ever loved anyone, more than he thought he was capable of.
She had become his favorite part of every day without him even noticing.
Every good thing somehow led back to her, every future he imagined had her in it, and before he could stop himself, before his brain could remind him about the flowers and the dinner and the carefully rehearsed speech–
The words slipped out.
Will whispered softly, without thinking, " God, I love you."
The fort went silent. Macklin looked up. Y/N froze.
Will's eyes widened. "Oh my God." Will buried his face in his hands. "I wasn't supposed to say it like that."
Y/N stared. "What?"
"I had a plan."
Macklin started laughing. "A plan?"
"I had flowers."
The laughter got worse.
"I HAD DINNER RESERVATIONS."
Macklin folded in half laughing at his partner in crime.
Y/N's eyes grew impossibly soft.
Will finally looked back at her. All traces of embarrassment faded when he saw her expression because she wasn't laughing.
She was looking at him like he'd hung the moon.
She looked at him like those three words meant everything.
His chest tightened. "Sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to blurt it out."
Y/N smiled. The kind of smile that made his heart skip, the one that was only ever reserved for him.
Then she reached up and cupped his cheek. "You love me?" The question came out barely above a whisper.
Will nodded. "I do." There wasn't any hesitation now. "I love you."
Her eyes filled with tears. Happy ones. The kind that made her laugh while she tried to blink them away, and somehow that hit him harder than anything else.
"I love you too." The words were soft, gentle, and completely sincere.
"Really?" he asked.
Y/N laughed.
"Really."
A grin spread across his face. The biggest one she'd ever seen, and before she could tease him for it, he leaned forward and kissed her.
Slowly, tenderly, trying to memorize the moment like nothing else existed.
For a few seconds, it was just them, the fort, the blankets, the warmth of her hand against his face, and the relief of finally saying the words he'd been carrying for so long.
Then Macklin stood up. "Alright."
Neither of them moved.
"Cool."
Still nothing.
"Love that for you."
Nothing.
"Anyway, I'm taking the watermelon."
Y/N pulled away just enough to glare. "No."
"His father loves me now."
"You leave Kevin alone." Y/N pointed at him.
"His name is Kevin?" Will asked
"It is now," Y/N said without taking her eyes off Mack.
Will and Y/N started laughing while Macklin grabbed the watermelon and walked away, and as the two of them dissolved into giggles, Will wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.
His forehead resting against hers smiling because maybe it hadn't happened the way he'd planned.
Maybe there were no flowers, no candlelit dinner, or grand romantic speech, but with her curled safely in his arms, smiling back at him like he was her whole world—
Will couldn't imagine a more perfect way for it to happen.
Imagine Will Smith where things are awkward after you told him you had a crush. Him not knowing that he’s the crush. He’s jealous and wants to know who the lucky man.
Mystery Man
Pairing: Will Smith x reader
Summary: Will overhears you talking about a crush and spends two weeks trying to figure out who it is, not aware that it’s him.
WC: 1,580
AN: guys part 3 of booking a spot is coming soon, i promise 🙏
Will wasn’t supposed to hear anything.
“I knew you liked him!” Mack yells, after you had told him to be quiet three times before that. That was the perfect moment for Will to walk in of course.
“Who do you like?” Will asks, cautiously walking into the living room where you and Mack are.
You kick Mack in the shin who is sitting across from you on the couch. He yelps and grabs his shin. “No one.” You answer Will, ignoring Macklin’s whining.
Will walks further into the living room, choosing to sit on the chair by the TV. “Oh come on, how come he can know but I can’t?” He gestures to Mack.
You send Mack another dirty look, hoping he can feel your anger from across the couch. You had confided in your best friend about how you were starting to fall for his best friend. Before you confessed to Mack you told him he had to be quiet because Will was in the next room over on a call and might hear. Of course you should’ve remembered that Mack is the opposite of quiet, especially when he needs to be.
Mack straightens up at the dirty look. “It’s not my fault Smitty walked in at the wrong time!” He immediately goes into defensive mode.
You grab the pillow to your left and send it straight at Macklin’s face. “Shut your mouth.” You demand, worried that Mack’s already said too much.
“Who is it?” Will asks again, watching the exchange between you and Mack carefully.
“No one.” You reiterate, trying to send your most convincing smile to Will. Mack snorts, ruining your smile however.
“It’s definitely not no one.” You turn back to Mack, contemplating how you’re going to murder him.
Will goes silent, jaw tight and gaze fixed on you, a curious look in his eye. And the conversation ends there, mostly because you send actual death threats to Mack.
That was the end of it, or at least you thought.
“So what does he do?” Will asks you over breakfast one day. You nearly choked on your coffee at the question.
“What?” You ask when you gain the composure to answer.
“The guy you like.” Will says, that same look from a few days ago on his face. The muscle in his jaw tenses as he waits for an answer.
“Nothing.” You say, settling back into your seat, knees coming up to your chest. Will gives you an unbelieving look across the table. “What if he’s unemployed?” You shrug, raising your coffee to your lips.
“So you admit there’s a guy now?” You stay silent at his question, choosing not to answer. “Also I hardly believe that you’d like someone who’s unemployed. You’re too successful for that.” He adds, making you blush slightly.
You still don’t answer his question, letting the food in front of you be an excuse for the silence.
Then comes the teasing
You’re in the middle of lunch with Will when a man approaches the table you’re at. “Excuse me, you are so gorgeous. I just needed to say that.” The man says, staring straight down at you.
You open your mouth to reply with a thanks but Will speaks before you can. “She’s busy buddy.” Will says, not even bothering to look up from his menu. The stranger apologizes, quickly leaving the table.
“Will! What the fuck was that?” You scold him, sending him a glare across the table. You were going to reject the man anyways but you were planning to be a lot more nice than Will.
Will looks up from his menu finally, completely unbothered by the situation. “I just wanted to make sure you’re still available for the mystery man.”
His comment makes you scoff. He’s been saying petty comments like that a lot recently, bringing up the ‘mystery man’ every chance that he can get. It’s starting to create a little bit of a drift in your friendship because of it. Will gets awkward and quiet whenever you don’t tell him who the crush is. You get nervous and snippy with him whenever he brings it up. A weird tension just hangs between you two constantly now.
“Well maybe I don’t want my mystery man anymore.” You snap at him. Will doesn’t even know he’s the mystery man but you say it anyways as if it will hurt his feelings. Of course you don’t mean it but you’re so annoyed with him you don’t care.
Will takes a sip of his drink and holds his menu up again. Apparently the conversation is over.
Two weeks later the secret is revealed
You’re sitting on the hood of Mack’s car in the parking lot of the arena. Mack went back inside because he forgot something in the locker room, leaving you and Will alone for the first time in a while.
It’s dead silent. You stare out at the empty parking lot. Will leans against the car, crossing his arms. Neither of you want to bring up the big elephant in the room. You refuse to be the one who asks why the friendship is so rocky now.
“Did he reject you?” Will asks, finally breaking the silence.
You sigh, disappointed that it’s just another question about your crush. “No.” You answer him firmly.
“Then why do you look so sad all the time now?” Will scoots a bit closer, his expression a bit softer than before.
You feel your own face soften too. “I’m not sad.” You say quietly, embarrassed that he’s noticed. You’ve been upset that Will is so invested in getting you into a relationship with this mystery man who he doesn’t know is himself.
“Yes you are.” Will says, hand splaying across the hood next to your leg, as if he thought about laying it on your knee but decided otherwise.
You feel bothered by the almost contact. “I’m not, Will.” You say more firmly.
A long silence dulls between you two after your reaction. You stare at Will’s hand next your leg with an intense expression. Then Will lets out a dry laugh and shoves his hands in his pockets.
“I honestly don’t know why I care so much.” He says, walking backwards and away from the car. You sit up straighter at the sudden emotion change from him. “I don’t know why I want to know what he looks like so bad, and I don’t know why you’re so afraid of telling him.” He furrows his brows and shakes his head at you.
You almost laugh at his statement but somehow control it. “Will,” you mumble instead.
“What? I’m serious. You could have any guy you wanted. If you just told him, I bet he’d be yours.” Will sighs exasperatedly. He runs his fingers through his damp post-shower hair.
You’re so tired of the back and forth between you two that you decide to just tell him now. You don’t even think about the potential repercussions, you just blurt it out. “I wish it worked like that. But unfortunately he’s standing in front of me trying to convince me to ask out someone who he doesn’t think is him.”
Will’s stillness is almost panic inducing. You feel your heart beating loudly in your ears. “Oh.” He says, every memory from the last few weeks rushing to him. Every time you dismissed his question, every time Mack refused to tell him, every time you sadly refused his suggestions.
“Will.” You say, already preparing to jump off the car and run away if you need to. You’re definitely regretting your decision to tell him now that he’s so quiet.
“Me?” Will asks, finger pointed at his chest. “I’m the guy you’ve been talking about this whole time?” He questions as if the thought never even crossed his mind.
You think this whole situation would be funny if your heart wasn’t beating so fast. You nervously pick at your fingernails. “Yes.” There’s no point in denying it now. “I mean it wasn’t my choice to talk about it so often, you just kept interrogating me.”
“That’s because I thought someone else had a chance with you.” He says, his face immediately showing that he didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“Wait what?” You ask, hoping down from the car at the realization of what he just said.
“I—” For the first time since you’ve known Will he genuinely looks flustered. A small blush is spread across his cheeks and his eyes are wide. He drags a hand across his face. “This is not going how I wanted it to go.” He groans.
You can’t help the smile that comes across your face. Will notices, making a smile break out onto his own face.
“So do you need me to spell it out for you still?” You tease him lightly.
He shakes his head, stepping closer to you. You breath hitches at the closeness. His hands slowly come to your waist, gently pulling you into him and testing the waters. You respond by wrapping your arms around his neck. He looks at you so gently with those blue eyes that you feel like you’re going to melt right there if you don’t do something. So you rise up on your toes and press a small kiss to his lips. Will immediately deepens the kiss, pulling you all the way flush against him.
“I think I’m starting to understand now.” He murmurs against your lips.
SUMMARY: After the Olympic pressure becomes too much, Macklin decides to spend time with his childhood best friend, Y/N.
WARNINGS: SMAU with maybe some writing, Use of Y/N, Childhood friends to lovers, Reader is a figure skater, possible inaccurate detail’s about figure skating, Reader is lowkey obviously a nepo baby, Geno is uncle Geno <3
A/N: New SMAU fanfic omg I might tear up, fun fact this was the first ever SMAU I ever planned!! So excited for this sequel series, hope you guys like it, it was so fun to make!!
!! IMPORTANT!! This is a sequel series, before reading this SMAU please read this one: LEGENDARY LOVERS--2000s SIDNEY CROSBY X MALKIN!READER
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INSPIRED BY "I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART" BY TAYLOR SWIFT.
Olympics Figure skating free skate event, Before Canada vs USA. February 19, 2026.
your insta.
Y/NUSER ✓
Liked by SidneyCrosby.87, Olympics, TeamCanada, Mackcelebrini, Mackinnon29, and 1.7M others..
Y/NUSER ✓ Absolutely unreal the amount of times I cried today, I was about to pass out standing on the podium! This medal is dedicated to the little girl in the first picture, the mother watching over me, my amazing goated dad who took care of me, and all the people who loved and believed in me <3
User1 THE BABY PHOTO IM SICK
User2 the entire country is going to use this photo every olympics for the next 40 years
User3 that little girl had no idea she'd become an Olympic champion btw
OldmanUser i watched her mother's career and now i'm watching her daughter's. RIP, time is cruel.
➥Y/NUSER ✓ was thinking about her the entire time, miss you mom i hope your proud 🤍
➥User4 I was having a good day btw.
Mackcelebrini ✓ not bad I guess
➥Y/NUSER ✓ thanks I was aiming for silver actually
➥User5 this is young love your honor I swear it is
➥User6 Childhood friends ruining my life again omggg kiss or smth i'm irritated asf
e.malkin71geno ✓ gold medal very good, now win another.
➥Y/NUSER ✓ love you too uncle Geno ❤️❤️ now click the three dots on the top of your screen and block me rq ❤️❤️
bmarch63 ✓ not bad for a figure skater
➥Y/NUSER ✓ Not bad for a rat either am I right
mcdavid97✓ cooler than any other Stanley cup picture I’ve ever seen 🔥😎
➥Y/NUSER ✓ not allowed to say this but hope to see you holding the cup soon <3 #pensdontkillmeforsayingthis
TeamCanada ✓ OLYMPIC CHAMPION 🍁🇨🇦🥇
➥Y/NUSER ✓ HELL YEAHH
yuzuruhanyu ✓ Congratulations on your beautiful skating and your gold medal 💖💖
Penguins Guess greatness runs in the family 🐧🔥
Mackinnon29 ✓ never thought I’d ever see Sid ugly cry happy tears 😂haha so proud of you kiddo ❤️❤️
➥Y/NUSER ✓ Thank you popular hip hop artist Nate Dogg ❤️
_Connorbedard ✓ wait give me that medal I’ll shine it for you rq
➥Y/NUSER ✓ ponder your way out of my comment section rq
SidneyCrosby.87✓ 💞💗💞
➥User7 he typed this comment when shakey hands and tears streaming down his face btw
Later that night, texts between Y/N and Macklin.
next day, February 20 2026
SidneyCrosby.87✓
Liked by Y/NUSER, Mackinnon29, Kletang_58, NHL, Penguins, e.malkin71geno, and 1.2M others….
SidneyCrosby.87✓ time flies ☺️💞
User1 first ever personal post he’s ever made btw
➥User2 apparently all it took for him to post something was a gold medal lmfao
Y/NUSER ✓ ahaha so cute baby pictures delete this 🩷🩷 dad delete this 🩷🩷
User3 omg no way sid just posted baby pictures
User4 professional girl dad Sidney Crosby
➥User5 it’s giving soccer mom posting her kids on Facebook LMFAOO
Mackinnon29 ✓ this little fella can do a triple axel now 😎‼️
➥Y/NUSER✓ always lurking in my dads comment section aren’t ya
TeamCanada ✓ elite since day one 🔥
Mackcelebrini✓ 😂😂he so small😂😂😂😂😂😂😂only need one popcorn😂😂😂😂😂😂
➥User6 played with Sidney Crosby a few times now he’s commenting under family pictures
➥User7 baby that’s his father in law
comment liked by SidneyCrosby.87
User8 NO WAY HE JUST LIKED THAT LMFAO
texts between Sidney and Y/N
Your insta
Y/NUSER ✓
Liked by Mackcelebrini, Olympics, _Connorbedard, SidneyCrosby.87, sanjosesharks, TeamCanada, and 809K others….
Y/NUSER ✓ the gelato is as sweet as a gold medal 🇮🇹❄️🏅
SidneyCrosby.87✓ 🍦🍦✨✨
➥Penguins ✓ he learned how to use new emojis! Hoorah!
Mackcelebrini ✓ 8/10 gelato would be a ten if she stayed quiet and let me eat in peace
➥Y/NUSER✓ Yappatron 6000 over here complaining about me talking too much
_Connorbedard ✓ yea yea we get it gold medal whatever 🙄🙄🙄
User1 everything about the Winter Olympics gives me fomo ngl
➥User2 why couldn’t my mom sign me up for a sport growing up 💔💔
➥User3 she’s a nepo baby anyways she wouldn’t have made it without her daddy’s influence.
➥User4 oh shut up this is getting old, her dad’s influence didn’t teach her how to skate a clean program.
benkindy_81✓ me if I was goated
➥Y/NUSER✓ you ARE goated ❤️🩹👀
Mackinnon29✓ I was wondering why the Olympic village got so quiet haha turns out you guys were exploring Italy 😂!
➥Y/NUSER✓ hi your my fav uncle btw don’t tell uncle Geno
sanjosesharks✓ sharks seen in Italian waters 🦈
➥Y/NUSER✓ I’m more of a penguins girl so take your white boy and get out my comment section
Texts between y/n and Macklin later that night
February 22, After the gold medal game between Canada and USA
to be continued…
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A/N: cliffhanger I’m evil AS FUCKKK expect next part soon
Summary: After meeting Sidney for the first time, Reader continues her life as if nothing as happened. Figure skating and handling fame, but it seems Sidney is interested in learning more about her.
warnings: SMAU mixed with some actual writing, set in 2007, reader is Evgeni Malkin’s sister, use of Y/N, possible inaccurate details about the 2000s, possible inaccurate 2000s slang, reader isn’t completely fluent in English.
A/N: the more I work on this SMAU, the more I learn about the 2000s lmfao. Currently obsessed with Sid in the winter classic 2008 jersey, also tysm for the support!! I had to use a Facebook template since insta didn’t exist in 2007 lmfaooo.
Obviously you knew that, you’ve been training since the fresh age of five years old. And now as you’re laying in bed at midnight after a nice cozy Slavic dinner, your starting to feel the after effects of practice. Sore feet, muscles aching, and having trouble to sleep. You huffed, unable to sleep.
so you did what any 18 year old girl would do at night, open her laptop and go on tumblr.
Your room was dim except for the soft blue glow of the laptop screen, the kind that made everything feel quieter than it actually was. The faint hum of the heater, the occasional creak of the building and the midnight breeze settling in.
You shifted under the blankets, one leg sticking out because it was too warm but also somehow still cold. Typical.
Your muscles throbbed. Not sharp pain just that deep, heavy ache that came after hours of landing the same jump over and over again.
Sleep clearly wasn’t happening.
So, Tumblr.
The page loaded slowly, Wi-Fi being… early 2000s Wi-Fi. The dashboard popped up with grainy gifs, dramatic text posts, music lyrics in questionable fonts.
And then..
1 new message.
From: @ Sidthekid
There was a pause, wonder who that is huh?
You stared at the username like it slapped you through the screen.
“…hm.”
You clicked it.
Across town, in a dim hotel room that smelled faintly like sports gear and bad coffee, Sidney Crosby was sitting on the edge of his bed, laptop balanced on his knees.
This was already a bad idea.
He knew it was a bad idea.
He’d made the account like… a year ago, mostly to lurk. Teammates had shown him stuff, fans posted edits, it was weird but kind of interesting.
He had never messaged anyone before.
Until now.
He stared at the message box like it might explode.
Typed.
Deleted.
Typed again.
Paused.
“…This is stupid,” he muttered to himself.
And then before he could overthink it..
sent.
He immediately shut the laptop halfway.
“…Nope.”
Too late.
He opened it again.
The message was still there. Obviously.
He exhaled, dragging a hand down his face.
“…Great.”
And now he waited, Regretting everything.
back in your place, you simply blinked as you read the message. This was predictable, you somewhat expected him to linger longer in your life than needed.
you sighed, and replied.
That’s all you said, amazing start.
Your tumblr account was actually pretty active, anyone could tell you posted regularly. There were random pics of you, girl blogging, aesthetic pictures, and random mood posts where you speak your mind.
So you did have a personality, but why was he eager to find out more about it?
On Sidney’s end, the reply loading felt way too dramatic for what was, objectively, two short lines. When it popped up, he actually stared at it for a second.
“…I do not talk a lot,” he said out loud to an empty room, immediately disproving himself.
Then he reread it.
You talk a lot.
how you find my account, even Geno don’t know.
A small, reluctant smile tugged at his face.
Fair.
He leaned back on the bed, thumb hovering over the keyboard, then started typing again, slower this time. Less panicked. Still slightly nervous.
Across the city, he exhaled again, rubbing the back of his neck.
“…Why do I care about this?” he asked himself.
No answer.
Just the blinking cursor waiting for whatever you’d say next.
You for some reason enjoyed talking to him, they way he talked said a lot about him that people don’t usually notice. He may be a hockey golden boy aspiring to win the Stanley Cup, but at the same time he was a 18 year old boy who has just entered the big world.
Things must have been scary becoming a professional hockey player, people already have Nicknames for him: “Sid the kid,” “Crybaby Crosby,” which were all mainly insults.
You winced when he mentioned Nationals, in your opinion it went terribly. it was a lot of pressure, you fell multiple times and got scolded badly.
you hummed then continued to type, wanting to talk to him longer. Not sure why…….you must be bored, really bored.
Sidney’s smile widened, letting out a sigh oh relief at the sight of you talking. He genuinely thought you would push him away, this was amazing!…
….
good at what?
you pause, unsure of why you said that. Alright, that’s enough tumblr for the night. You think as you slam your laptop shut and shove it under your bed, that was weird.
Sidney stared at the screen for a solid five seconds after you went offline.
“…Good what,” he muttered, like the laptop might answer him back.
Nothing.
Just her last message sitting there:
You’re good, very good.
He let out a short breath, half-laugh, half-confusion, then shut the laptop, this time for real and dropped back onto the bed, hands behind his head.
That shouldn’t have stuck with him as much as it did.
But it did.
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A/N: the cheap fake tumblr texts are killing me lmfao, sorry if it’s too short.
Summary: Reader is Evgeni Malkin's younger sister who's a figure skater, moves to Pittsburgh to be closer to her brother in the midst of her career reaching it's peak--unaware that she'll fall in love with her brothers best friends.
WARNINGS: SMAU mixed with some actual writing, set in 2007 about two years after Sid got drafted and became iconic, use of Y/N, slight broken English since reader isn't fluent in English like Geno at the time, inaccurate details about the 2000s.
A/N: i tried my best to make it as 2000s as possible lmfaooo, i did as much research as possible for the 2000s slang and vibe....HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS IDEA!
FACECLAIM: Aliona kostornaia.
(A/N: okay so just pretend the internal monologue is in Russian, reader can’t speak English as fluently)
The rink smelled like cold air, metal, and that faint burnt trace the Zamboni always left behind. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, too harsh, turning the ice into something almost painfully dreamlike.
A scratched-up CD player by the boards blasted something tinny, probably ripped off LimeWire, skipping once before catching again.
Evgeni Malkin leaned against the boards, arms folded, trying (and failing) to look unimpressed.
“Is crazy,” he muttered. “She do this for… six hour already.”
Beside him, Sidney Crosby shifted awkwardly, hands shoved into the pockets of a hoodie way too plain for someone on the verge of becoming that guy. He squinted out at the ice.
“…She’s your sister?”
Geno nodded like it was obvious.
“Da. She is… how you say…” he waved a hand, searching, “…too much.”
Out on the ice, You were was practicing intensely. It looked like a a trance, a beautiful yet painful trance.
Sid straightened without realizing.
“…Yeah. Okay.”
Geno smirked, catching it.
“She think she big star already,” he teased, pride tucked underneath. “Maybe she is.”
The music cut off with a sharp click. Silence, except for blades carving ice.
Geno pushed off the boards, tapping them twice.
“Hey, Y/N!”
His voice echoed.
“Come. I show you something.”
Sid already looked like he regretted everything.
“Wait—no, you don’t have to—”
Too late.
Geno was stepping onto the ice in his shoes like rules didn’t exist, jerking his head at Sid.
“I introduce. Is important. You both same age, same… big deal people, da?”
Sid ran a hand through his hair.
“I’m not a big deal—”
Geno ignored him completely, using Sidney as balance to make it to you across the ice with no skates.
idiot brother, you roll your eyes fondly.
“What you want, your head is crack open.” You spoke up bluntly, skating up to Sidney and Geno and motioning to Geno’s lack of skates.
You have met most of the hockey friends Geno has made so far, and Sidney was by far the most recognizable. Not just cause Geno talks about him 24/7, but also cause Sidney is literally Canadas golden boy at the moment.
Geno didn’t flinch at the insult, if anything, he looked proud.
“Ah, see?” He shot a grin towards Sidney, nudging him harshly. “She is very nice girl, very polite.”
you sigh loudly, vocalizing your annoyance. And Sidney let out a quiet breath through his nose, as if he’s been holding it.
you look at sidney from top to bottom, a harmless observation but in his eyes it seemed like pure judgement. you tend to be a expressive as Geno sometimes, not afraid to voice your thoughts and feelings.
he looked somewhere between amused and terrified as you guys stared at each other, an amazing start am I right?
Geno waved a hand between you two like he was presenting two objects.
“This is Sid. Sidney. From Canada,” he said, like that explained everything. “He… how you say… hockey golden boy now, everybody crazy.”
Sidney visibly winced at that, as if someone had just yelled an insult at him. You knew all about the stuff people call him, but seeing him in person….he looked like a dork.
“Geno—okay, no— don’t-“ he stuttered and cringed, yea your right….a huge dork.
And this—” Geno pointed at you, unnecessarily dramatic, “—is my sister. Y/N. She think she is queen of ice.”
you groan internally at that, shooting Geno a warning glare than closing your eyes for a few seconds to hold yourself back from rudely excusing yourself. Figure skating practice was already stressing enough, you didn’t have enough patience for this.
there was a beat of silence, no talking between you three and just the sound of Umbrella by Rihanna coming from the rinks overhead speakers.
Sidney rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, stepping a little closer but still keeping that cautious distance. he was turning red from embarrassment, he couldn’t even look you in the eye as Geno stood there expectingly.
“…Hi,” he said, simple, a little awkward but not fake. “Uh—your brother’s been bragging about you for, like, ten minutes straight.”
Geno scoffed.
“I say truth.”
Sid glanced back at you, then out at the ice you’d just been tearing apart.
“That jump just now, was that a triple axel?” he asked, a little more focused now, curiosity cutting through the awkwardness. “I mean…I don’t know a ton about figure skating, but… that didn’t look easy.”
Sid shook his head slightly, then looked back at you again, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“…Still. It was kinda insane.”
There’s a pause, not uncomfortable, but not smooth either. Very early-2000s, slightly clumsy, nobody quite knows what to do next.
Geno clapped his hands once, loud.
“Okay. You talk. I go not fall on ice in shoe, da?” He said, finally letting go of Sidney to go get skates.
and before either of you could stop him, he turned and very confidently started (or attempted) to walk back across the rink.
and immediately slipped, and glided to the boards on impact.
“I am fine!” He called out.
you and Sidney just turned to each other in sync, both of you carrying the same exasperated expressions.
“So, Y/N right?” He attempted to make conversation.
“Hm, am I?” You replied dryly, ruining his attempt in seconds.
you could see Sidney visibly go blank at that, he was probably slowly coming to the conclusion that you’re exactly like Geno.
you sigh tiredly, not having the heart to continue being harsh to him. He’s adorable honestly, the type of guy you’d see as a male lead in a rom-com.
“Thank you, is triple axel.” You spoke up, thanking him for his comment earlier. Axels weren’t easy, everyone knew that, so gratitude was accepted.
your English wasn’t that good, so you had no idea what to say or how to do small talk. You had just moved to Pittsburg, wanting to be closer to Geno as your career gets bigger and more promising.
“Your hockey guy, the one they call “crybaby Crosby.”” You added bluntly, mentioning a harsh nickname people have used on him.
way to go Y/N, way to go.
Sidney’s jaw dropped slightly, not in a way he seemed offended, he just didn’t expect to hear that. He could tell you weren’t trying to be rude, unlike Geno your new to socializing.
Despite that he looked disappointed, which he probably was. Maybe he had hoped you knew him for something good, not….that.
“…Yeah,” he said after a second, shifting his weight on the ice. “People call me that.”
No denial. No defense. Just… flat honesty.
For a moment he glanced away, dragging the toe of his skate lightly across the ice. like he was thinking about how much to say, and then deciding not to make it a whole thing.
“It’s mostly guys who don’t like losing,” he added, a small shrug. “Or, uh… fans, very passionate fans on opposing teams.”
There’s the tiniest hint of humor there. Dry. Understated.
“Fans that don’t like you?” You raised a brow.
Sid huffed out a quiet laugh at that, shaking his head before looking back at you.
“You don’t really ease into conversations, huh?”
It wasn’t criticism. If anything, it sounded a little impressed.
there were a few beats of silence again, just the two of you awkwardly like idiots.
“I’ve seen you skate. Not in person…just clips. People talk.” He paused, like he didn’t want to oversell it, then added anyway, “You’re kind of a big deal.”
You could see a flicker of something more genuine there now, not just polite conversation, not just Geno forcing an introduction. But two young athletes looking out for each other…
Two people, same age, both getting pulled into something way bigger than they probably expected.
Sid tilted his head slightly, glancing at your skates, then back up at you.
“…How long did it take you to land that consistently?”
You’ve has been skating since you were a baby, similar to hockey players whom start young. But landing consistently took you some time, it wasn’t easy.
But maybe your coaches training made it easy, she’s strict as hell.
You hummed, taking a second to remember.
“Is took time.” You replied simply, not bothering to continue talking. Your not as talkative as people would think, the complete opposite of Geno who’s rambling 24/7.
You rubbed your eyes as you watched Geno skate back up to you guys, he was now wearing skates thankfully. Your eyes hurt from being in the rink all day, everything being so bright and white. and unlike Hockey players, figure skaters can’t even wear helmets.
You just lightly smacked Geno on the arm, no context whatsoever other than pure sibling behavior.
“He talk like I bite, scared Canadian.” You said bluntly, referring to Sidney.
Sidney had a quick reaction, his head snapping towards you like a puppy that just heard his owner yell at him. Wow, he almost looked hurt.
“I go, bye.” Then you skated away.
Goodness, that’s the weirdest interaction you’ve had all year.
Geno barely reacted to that, just glanced at the ice like yeah, that checks out, then looked between you and Sidney with a crooked grin.
“See? Very friendly. You like her.”
Sid let out a short breath, watching you skate away like the conversation had been a commercial break.
“…Yeah,” he muttered, half to himself. “Super friendly.”
There was a pause. He didn’t look away right away. He just stood there, eyes following you across the ice as you picked up speed again, like nothing had happened.
Geno bumped his shoulder.
“You scared,” he said bluntly.
Sid shook his head, but there was a faint smile there now.
“I’m not scared.”
“Mm,” Geno nodded, unconvinced. “You talk like you go to dentist.”
Sid laughed under his breath at that, finally dragging his attention back.
“She just—” he stopped, searching for the word, then gave up with a small shrug. “She’s… intense.”
Geno’s grin widened.
“Da. Is Malkin.”
Out on the ice, you cut into another jump. faster this time, sharper, like you were taking something out on the ice without even realizing it.
Sid watched for another second, quieter now.
“…She didn’t even hesitate,” he said, almost to himself. “Just walked up, said that, and left.”
“Is efficient,” Geno replied proudly.
Sid huffed a laugh.
“Efficient,” he repeated.
Another beat and then, without really thinking about it he asked.
“…Does she always train this late?”
Geno glanced over.
“Always. Coach is…” he made a face, searching for the word, “…how you say… scary woman. No mercy.”
Sid nodded slowly, like that explained everything.
“…Yeah. Makes sense.”
There’s a shift now, something small, but noticeable. The awkwardness didn’t go away, but it settled into something more… curious.
Sid tapped his stick lightly against the ice, eyes flicking back to you again.
“…She’s gonna burn herself out if she keeps going like that.”
Geno just shrugged.
“Or she become best.”
He said it like those were the only two options.
Sid didn’t answer right away.
cause he knew Geno was right. You either become the best, or you burn yourself out into a failure.
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A/N: geez that took me two days.
could we get a crosby!reader feature on cat toffolis “never offside podcast” please? 🙏
never offside
macklin celebrini x crosby!reader / sidney crosby x daughter!reader
wc: 5.1k
note: lowk got a little bit lazy towards the end... this was difficult to write because it was basically just y/n, julie & cat sitting and talking to each other the entire time, and it's hard to make that interesting but i did my best. enjoy!
crosby!reader masterlist
“Okay! Welcome Y/n Crosby to the show!” Cat announces, a wide smile on her face. “Y/n has been a highly-requested guest ever since we started this podcast, so we’re very excited to have you here!”
You smile, placing a hand over your heart, flattered. “That’s so awesome! I’m very excited to be here, too. I love listening to this podcast while I get ready, so it’s such a dream come true to be a guest.”
“That’s wonderful,” Julie beams. “We’ve been cooking up questions to ask you for weeks now, and we can't wait to get started!”
“Before we get into that, how are you today?” Cat asks, a smile on her face. This isn’t technically part of the podcast episode, but you and Cat are friends, and you haven’t been able to talk a lot recently. The season’s over, and you both are pretty busy right now. You’re in Switzerland with Mack for Worlds, and Cat and Ty are traveling, so there’s just a lot going on. “I feel like I haven’t been able to talk to you in forever, I miss you!”
You hum, fiddling with your necklace. “I’m doing pretty good. I’m in Switzerland currently, so things are kind of hectic. I’ve never been very good at handling jet lag, which is unfortunate. We’ve literally been here for like two weeks now, and I still haven’t fully adjusted to the time change.”
“Yes! How is Worlds going?” Julie asks.
“Pretty good,” you laugh. “The team is playing great, which is really fun for me because I get to hang out with Dad and Mack who are both really happy all the time, and not bummed out. Although, I’ve mostly been exploring Switzerland on my own when I’m not at the games because they’re so locked in. They still make time for me, though, which is really nice.”
“Aww,” Cat sighs. “It’s so awesome that you get to spend time with your dad and boyfriend at the same time!”
You throw your head back, laughing. “That’s true. It’s definitely convenient, if nothing else. Although, they’re really close now, which is both good and bad for me. Good because my dad and boyfriend are super close, so I never have to worry about them getting along or anything. Bad because sometimes they’ve developed a tendency to gang up on me.”
Julie’s eyes widen, and her jaw drops in surprise. “Gang up on you? About what?”
“Oh my god,” you groan, rolling your eyes. “First of all, they won’t stop teasing me about the fact that my sleep schedule is still wack even though we’ve been here for two weeks. Also, my diet is apparently ‘the same as a five year old’s,’ which is ridiculous, because five year olds could never consume the amount of chicken nuggets that I do! They’ve also just been ganging up on me about stuff that they’ve both been bugging me separately about for a while. Like getting my allergies checked out, and making sure that I’m drinking enough water everyday.”
Cat does her best to hide her giggle, but fails miserably. “Oh, Y/n. My poor love.”
“I know, I know!” you laugh with Cat. “I’m mostly joking. It can definitely be annoying when they realize that they’ve been nagging me about the same thing and decide to work together, but I know that they’re doing it because they love me.”
“So sweet!” Julie coos. “I’m sure it can get frustrating for you, but that’s adorable.”
Cat nods in agreement. “Speaking of adorable, let’s get into our questions!”
“Okay, yes,” you clap your hands together, looking intensely and readily at the camera. “Hit me.”
Julie and Cat laugh a little bit, Cat glancing at her notes quickly before asking the question. “Okay first of all, we want to know the same thing everyone else in the hockey world wants to know: What is it like being the daughter of Sidney Crosby? What was he like as a dad?”
“Hmm.” You sit and think for a few seconds, trying to gather your thoughts, staring off into space. This is a question that you know people have had, but you’ve never been formally asked before, so this is the first time you’ve actually had to come up with an answer. “Um… that’s kind of hard to answer. I feel like everybody is going to think I have some long speech about what it was like being raised by such a hockey legend but like… I don’t see him that way. He’s just Dad. Not that I’m unaware of how amazing he is, I’m so unbelievably proud of him, but to me, I wasn’t raised by Sidney Crosby. I was raised by my dad.”
“That makes sense,” Julie says. “I never really thought of it like that. Well, okay, when did you realize that your dad is… Sidney Crosby? As in, Sid the Kid, hockey legend.”
You gasp. “Oooh, that’s a good question!” This question doesn’t require any thinking or recalling. “I was five years old, and Dad had promised me that he would take me to McDonald’s after a game. He’d gotten frustrated with me about something before the game and yelled at me, which made me cry, and he felt bad so he promised McDonald’s.”
“Of course,” Cat nods, looking serious. “Ty does that with me whenever we get into fights.”
“Right,” you giggle. “So anyways, we get to the McDonald’s, and Dad originally wanted to just go through the drive thru, but I told him that I wanted to have a ‘real dinner,’ which is basically just sitting down and talking to each other instead of eating on the drive home, and then going to bed. So we went inside, ordered, and since it was pretty late at night it wasn’t super busy, and none of the workers recognized Dad, so it was going really well. We were just chatting about stuff, laughing, you know. And then all of a sudden, the place gets really loud, because an entire youth hockey team walked in.”
Julie tsked. “I think I know where this is going,” she smiled and shook her head.
You nodded. “Yup! It didn’t take long for the entire team to notice that Sidney Crosby was sitting in the back corner and start whispering to each other and pointing.” You think back on the day, how you’d noticed them staring at you and your dad. It had been weird, and you definitely hadn’t been expecting it. “It was kind of awkward, because Dad wasn’t expecting it and wasn’t really in the mood to sign something for every single player. It was especially strange for me, because I hadn’t thought something like that would… happen. I mean, I’d gone places with my dad and other pro hockey players before in my life, and a few people would occasionally recognize them, but it was never to that like… magnitude. So I was just standing there, watching my dad talk to and take pictures with every single kid. I think they had just gotten done with a game or something, and so they were all tired and hungry, which was why they all came to the McDonald’s, and they weren’t expecting to meet Sidney Crosby, so that was a big deal.”
“Wow, I can imagine how that was a… unique experience for you,” Cat looks genuinely amazed at the story you just told. “Did you guys just leave after that? Did you finish your meal first?”
You shake your head with a smile. “No, we left. Dad just kinda started cleaning up our table, and I didn’t say anything about it. We were both really tired from the day, and we both kind of silently agreed that we should just head home. I spent the entire drive home thinking about it, and kind of realizing that my dad is a big deal. Bigger than I thought, at least.”
“That’s so crazy,” Julie says, her face in absolute awe. “I can’t even imagine that. And at five years old? Oh my gosh.”
“Yeah,” you laugh, “it was pretty jarring.”
The three of you giggle about it for a few more seconds, before collecting yourselves. Julie asks the next question.
“Okay, this is kind of connected to what we just asked you, but what was it like growing up surrounded by professional hockey players? You’ve talked a little bit about it on your TikTok account, but if you’re up for it, we’d like you to talk about it a bit with us, too.”
Ah, this question. This one you’ve gotten asked a lot, especially since you started posting on Instagram and TikTok after you turned sixteen, and your dad finally allowed you to get social media. Sometimes, repetitive questions can get annoying, but not this one. You don’t think you’ll ever get sick of answering this question.
“It was pretty awesome,” you say honestly. “A lot of people think I must’ve been scared or intimidated by them, but I never experienced that, not once. Literally for as long as I can remember, I’ve been constantly surrounded by an entire hockey team. Whether it’s the Pens, or Team Canada, Olympics or Worlds. My dad has played with some of the best players in the world, and they’re always the best people. I always felt safe, and loved. I have like, fifty uncles! It’s the best.”
Cat smiles. “That’s amazing. You don’t have to answer, but… do you have a favorite?”
“Uncle Geno,” you answer immediately. “He was there for Dad the day I was born, was always the first person my dad went to when he needed help. Most of my childhood memories are with Dad and Uncle Geno, and it’s… he’s amazing. He’s caring, and patient, and kind. I am so incredibly lucky to have grown up with him in my life.”
“That is absolutely adorable!” Julie says, a big smile on her face. “I mean, that’s probably pretty well-documented. The two of you have been fan favorites across the entire NHL for your whole life, and not just with Pens fans. The amount of compilations I’ve seen of the two of you goofing off, setting up pranks… literally countless. It’s kind of crazy.”
You laugh, thinking back on all the prank wars you and Geno have set off throughout the years. Pretty much everywhere the two of you went, a prank followed. He even helped you plan pranks for Worlds and the Olympics, quite a few times. Your dad always knew that if the two of you were away from Geno, and you asked for his phone to call someone, you were calling Geno for help on a prank.
“What’s the best, or craziest, prank you and Geno have ever done? And who was it on?” Cat asks, resting her elbow on her desk and placing her chin in her hand.
You let out a hiss as you think back on all the pranks you’ve committed with Geno. “Man, that’s a hard one too,” you laugh. “We’ve just done so many… oh my gosh. Um, probably the time we set turkeys loose in the arena.”
“What?” Cat asks, Julie gasping. “I can’t even–how did he acquire turkeys? How did you set them loose? I have so many questions!”
You throw your head back laughing. You’d kind of forgotten about the Great Turkey Prank, as Uncle Geno called it. It had been your idea, and one of your proudest moments from your childhood. Usually it was Geno coming up with plans for pranks, you just helped execute them. When you told Geno about this particular prank idea, you’d told him mostly as a joke, because you’d thought it was so insane there was no way he would go for it. But Geno had loved it so much, thought it was so funny, and was so proud of you for coming up with it on your own, that he immediately started figuring out how you were going to pull it off.
“I… I don’t know how he got the turkeys actually, but he picked me up from my dad’s house, told Dad that we were going to get lunch before the game, and when I got in the car there were three turkeys in the back. He drove to the arena, both of us giggling the entire way there, and that was where we started to get them ready to set loose.” You haven’t thought about that day for a long time, you realize, and you have to pause to giggle about it. “I had thought that the whole prank was going to be just setting the turkeys loose. But then, Uncle Geno revealed three pieces of paper and a marker, on which he wrote One, Two, and Five.”
Julie and Cat both gasp. “Are you serious?” Julie asks, cackling. “How come we’ve never heard of this?”
You shrug. “It was a big deal at the time, because everyone thought it was hilarious that me and Uncle Geno worked together. It was kind of known that we pranked together on occasion, but I don’t think the general public knew how often we did it until a few years ago.”
Cat nods. “I remember there being that article that everyone thought was so revolutionary, because it talked about how you and Geno had been partners in crime for years.”
“Yeah, people were weirdly shocked by that, considering we had done absolutely nothing to keep it secret,” you say, skepticism in your voice. Genuinely, to this day, you’re still not sure why and how it wasn’t common knowledge that you and Geno pranked everybody from the Penguins roster to Team Canada. “But yeah, that was our biggest prank. We released the turkeys, and everybody went crazy thinking there were two unaccounted for turkeys somewhere in the building.”
Cat and Julie giggle about it for a few more seconds, before composing themselves and moving on to the Macklin Celebrini portion of the podcast episode, the portion that everybody is sure to pay the most attention to.
“Now, this is actually something that I’ve wondered for a while, and Mack won’t tell me, but hopefully you will.” Cat smiles, wiggling an eyebrow before asking, “We know that you and Mack met at Worlds in 2025, but what was it like initially? Who made the first move, who held whose hand first, give us all the deets!”
You laugh at Cat’s enthusiasm, knowing for a fact that this is going to be the segment people are most interested in. When you agreed to do this, Cat asked if you were okay being asked questions like this, about your relationship with Mack. You said yes, because you know Cat and you know that she would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, but a part of you wonders if it was a bad decision to agree to this genre of questions.
Mack’s expressed insecurity to you before (after a lot of prodding and reassurance) that he’s worried people are going to start focusing more on the fact that he’s dating Sidney Crosby’s daughter and less on his hard work and abilities. You don’t want to make that worse, or make him feel like it’s intensifying.
You almost tell Cat that you’ve changed your mind and you’re not comfortable talking about it anymore, but then you think about how much Mack loves talking about you in interviews. How somehow, the conversation always drifts to how lucky he is to have you, and how he has no idea where he would be right now without you. Hearing those words always warms your heart, and you realize that since you don’t really do interviews consistently, you don’t really get to publicly gush about your boyfriend the same way he does about you.
So, you decide to return the favor.
“I made the first move,” you tell Cat, tilting your head slightly and smiling coyly at the camera. “Like you said, we met at Worlds. Dad introduced us because Mack was acting kind of shy, and Dad wanted to bring him out of his shell, and he thought Mack having a friend close to his age would help.”
“Did it?” Julie asks, clasping her hands in front of her face and leaning forward to listen better to the story.
You nod. “Yeah, I brought him with me for everything I did. Made him hang out with me at team events, made him be in my TikToks, stuff like that. I also introduced him to a bunch of the guys that I’ve known since I was a little kid, which he really appreciated.” You take a second to think back on that period of time, how exactly things went. “We flirted pretty much the whole time. Well, I flirted with him, Mack would get really red, and then stutter something back. I was trying really hard, but I wasn’t sure if he was picking up what I was putting down. I thought he was, but he was so nervous all the time that I wasn’t sure if it was I-like-you-back nervous, or I-wish-this-girl-would-leave-me-alone nervous, you know?”
“That sounds like Mack,” Cat says between giggles, shaking her head with a smile on her face.
“Right?” you say, laughing with her. “Anyways, I had kind of come to terms with the fact that we were just gonna be friends. But then, on the very last day, we’re having a team dinner, all the families are there, and Mack comes up to me looking really nervous. It’s kind of late, the party’s winding down, I was sitting on a chair in a quiet corner of the room when he walked up with a bright red face. He was gripping his phone so hard I thought it was going to break in half, and when we made eye contact he blurted out, ‘Y/n I really like you would you like to go out with me?’ All in one breath, just like that.”
“Awwww!” Julie gushes. “That’s so sweet! Did you guys go on a date or… cause that was the end of Worlds, so you were going back to Pittsburgh and he was going back to Vancouver or San Jose or wherever, right?”
“Yeah, so basically, we just texted and called and FaceTimed for a really long time. The Pens went to San Jose to play the Sharks like… a month later, I think? And that was when we officially started dating,” you explain. “We were both kind of nervous to see each other in person again after being apart for a while, kind of worried that the dynamic would be different, but it wasn’t. We jumped right back into where we were, and… now we’re here!”
Julie and Cat both smile at the adorable story. Cat’s probably heard some variation of this story, at least little bits and pieces of it over time but this is Julie’s first time hearing it at all. The entire world is also hearing it for the first time in its entirety.
“What did your dad think of the two of you dating?” Cat asks, and you can tell that this is a genuine question, probably not one that was scripted.
You cringe, remembering the awkward situation your dad caught you and Mack in before you told him that you were dating. You’re definitely not bringing that up on this podcast, but you can’t help thinking about it right now.
“Um… he was surprised. We kept it lowkey for like… two months, I think?” You explain. “The next time the Sharks played the Pens, they came to Pittsburgh, and we took that as our opportunity to tell him. For some reason, Dad didn’t see it coming at all, even though we’d been flirting for literally all of Worlds. I’ve asked a few of the other guys on Team Canada, and they all said that it was pretty obvious we were into each other. I think Dad could tell, but he was kind of in denial, so he convinced himself that it wasn’t happening.”
Cat giggles. “We’ve heard that Sidney Crosby can be kind of a papa bear when it comes to you.”
“Oh for sure,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “I understand where he’s coming from sometimes, but there have been a few times, specifically when Mack and I started dating, where I wanted to scream.”
“Really?” Julie asks, raising her eyebrows in surprise. “Like when?”
You huff. “There’s not really a specific example I can think of, but there were a few moments early on in our relationship where my dad would ask me questions like, ‘Are you sure you want to be with him?’ It had nothing to do with Mack as a person, my dad has just been around hockey players his entire life and knows that they’re not always… shall we say, the best partners. He wanted to make sure I knew what I was getting into, and I reminded him that I was raised by a hockey player.”
Cat and Julie gasp, before throwing their heads back laughing. “That’s savage!” Julie exclaims, clearly thrilled at what you’re saying.
“Yeah, he didn’t love it,” you say, holding back your own amusement. Your dad isn’t super big on social media, but you know he’ll watch this podcast episode because you’re in it, and you don’t want to bash him too much. “Anyways, we told Dad um… over lunch before the game, and he was very surprised. He got all quiet for a minute and was just looking back and forth between us without saying anything, before giving Mack the whole ‘dad speech.’ Y’know, you better not hurt my daughter, you’ll regret it if you do, kind of stuff.”
Is that exactly what happened? No, but it’s the more PG explanation, and that’s the explanation you’re going with.
“Oof!” Cat says, shuddering at the thought. “Was Mack… scared?”
You bust out into laughter. “He was almost peeing his pants. It was actually really funny, because I thought Dad looked ridiculous, and Mack was shaking like a leaf.”
Julie and Cat laugh with you, before Julie says: “In Mack’s defense, if I was dating my hero’s daughter, and then got a stern talking-to about it, I’d probably be pretty nervous.”
You tilt your head in acknowledgement. Sure, Mack probably thought it was terrifying. You stand by the fact that your dad looked like an angry puppy.
“Alright last question, and I think this one is the most interesting,” Julie starts. “What’s something from your childhood that you didn’t realize wasn’t normal until you got a little bit older?”
You hum, thinking about that for a few seconds. Honestly, there were so many things that you thought were normal until you talked to other kids, even other children of NHL players.
“Probably all the travelling,” you say with a nod. “Dad didn’t want to leave me with a nanny or baby sitters long term or anything like that, so pretty much up until I turned eighteen and started college, I went everywhere with him for a game. I travelled with the team, when I was younger Dad and I shared a hotel room. As I got older, I got my own which was pretty nice. There were definitely a few times where I stayed back with someone, but that was only if I was sick or had something else going on, and those were rare occurrences.”
“That’s so interesting!” Cat muses. “That makes a lot of sense for Sidney Crosby, and it’s really admirable, too. I’m sure there are lots of hockey players that wouldn’t have done the same thing had they been in the same situation as him.”
You chuckle. “I definitely got lucky in the dad department.” You sigh, thinking about all the amazing times you’ve had with your dad over the years, and how you can’t believe how unbelievably lucky you are to have him. “As I’ve gotten older, he’s started thinking back on those years, and he’s apologized to me about them a few times. Said that he thinks I would’ve benefitted more from having a more stable childhood. I disagree though, because I can’t imagine what my life would’ve been like if he’d have kept me home and gone off all the time by himself. We wouldn’t be nearly as close as we are, I wouldn’t have nearly as many amazing experiences and relationships as I hvae now. My entire life, everything I know and love, is thanks to my dad being so amazing and so loving, always bringing me with him and never leaving me behind. I never felt like I was second to hockey in his life, I always knew that I was his top priority. If he had kept me home and left me with a nanny or something, I’m… I’m not sure I would’ve thought that.”
Julie and Cat both nod in understanding, pensive looks on their faces. You can tell they probably haven’t thought about your situation from that point of view, which you understand; few people do. Growing up, there was a lot of controversy surrounding how your dad was raising you, bringing you on all of his road trips, involving you in his hockey career the way that he did. The first time you were asked about it, you were eight years old, and a reporter asked you if you wished you could stay at home and not travel so much. Looking back, there was definitely judgement in his tone. You’d answered honestly and candidly, though, saying that you love your dad and love spending time with him.
You, Cat, and Julie chat for a few more minutes, before they thank you for joining them on the pod, and say goodbye.
After hanging up, you take a deep breath and smile to yourself. You were admittedly a little bit nervous, just because you’re not super used to being interviewed. Leading up to the time that you, Cat, and Julie had scheduled to talk, you got worried that you wouldn’t have anything to say.
Thankfully, you didn’t have an issue with that. And realistically, anyone who knows you could’ve told you that you were never in any danger of struggling wtih not having something to talk about.
When the episode airs a few weeks later, people are predictably obsessed with the part where you talk about your relationship with Mack. People are tagging you in edits, commenting on your videos, a few even scrolled all the way back to the TikToks you made with Mack during Worlds last year when the two of you were just talking. On those videos, they were leaving comments like “Looking back, it’s SO obvious,” which admittedly, is true.
A few hours after the video is posted, you get a call from your dad.
“I got lucky in the daughter department,” he says, and there’s a hint of a sniffle in his voice. “I’m glad you look back on your childhood fondly, because all I ever wanted was for you to be happy and feel loved.”
You nearly burst into tears. “That’s all I’ve ever felt.”
“Oh love bug,” your dad says softly. “I miss you a lot.”
“I miss you more.”
You and your dad are on the phone for a little over an hour, just chatting and catching up with each other. It felt nice, because the two of you have been really busy the last couple weeks, to having a long conversation was really wonderful.
Almost as soon as the conversation with your dad ends, your phone lights up with a call from Mack.
“Hi baby!” you greet sweetly, knowing exactly what he’s calling about.
“First of all, thank you so very much for not telling the actual story of how your dad found out about us,” he starts. “Second of all, you did NOT have to tell the whole entire world that I was terrified of meeting your dad for the first time. Well, for the first time as your boyfriend. Still!”
You giggle. The real way your dad found out about you and Mack was by catching the two of you making out in your room. It was one of the most awkward and embarrassing moments of your life, but looking back it’s a really funny story.
What’s even funnier is how scared Mack was seeing your dad for the first few times after that happened.
“I’m sorry,” you say, even though you don’t exactly sound apologetic. “I needed to give Cat a good interview! What would the fans have said if I had given lame answers, babe?”
The fans have been going crazy for this episode of Never Offside, which was what everyone anticipated. In the time between recording and the video being posted, you went back and forth between thinking that you should have said more, and thinking that you should have said less. Now that the video’s out, you feel pretty good about it.
“It’s okay,” Mack says, and you can practically hear him rolling his eyes. “I knew the two of you together was going to be trouble for me.”
You giggle. “You love me.”
“Yeah,” he agrees. “A lot.”
When Cat asked if you would be interested in being interviewed for her podcast, you were nervous. There were millions of things swirling around in your head at the idea of it, and you couldn’t stop being anxious about whether or not it would backfire on you. If you would say something wrong, and if it would be misconstrued to the fans.
It’s all worked out, though. And you’re not only thrilled that you got to talk about some of your favorite people on the planet, but you also got to give your fans (as well as your dad’s and boyfriend’s fans) a better insight to what your life is like.
The Y/n Crosby episode of Never Offside quickly becomes a fan favorite, inside jokes within the fandom generating easily, as well as people just loving hearing you talk about Mack and your dad. You have your own social media platform, but it’s centered around you, not them. Not that people only care about you because you’re the daughter of Sidney Crosby and dating Macklin Celebrini, but everyone appreciates hearing you talk about them.
Even though you were nervous, you’re really glad you went through with it. It was really fun to actually be on the podcast, talking to Julie and Cat. Your fans loved it, too.
So yeah, it was a pretty good experience.
note 2: this was not proofread i apologize! i had a long day and just wanted to get this out. this isn't my favorite thing i've ever written, but i've really been struggling with it and i think i just need to post it and stop looking at it anymore lol... anyways, thanks so much for reading, i love you all!
Can you write an imagine where you’re Grace Smith’s best friend who Will falls in love with?
Best Friend’s Brother
Pairing: Will Smith x reader
Summary: Grace plays match maker for her best friend and her brother
WC: 2,038
AN: ngl I saw one of Grace’s TikTok’s and she was in scrubs so I ran with it lol. Which side note, I love her TikTok’s so much, she’s so aesthetic I love it.
You've known Grace Smith for a few years now. She works on the same floor you do, you just never got around to talking to her for the longest time.
That was until there was one particularly bad shift. A patient of yours had ripped her IV out, another patient had puked in the hallway, another was screaming until his voice was raw. That crazy part is that you don't work in a very eventful department, so you were not used to shifts like that one. After the chaos had subsided, you and Grace collapsed into chairs in the break room and recounted the horror stories from that night together.
From that day on she was your best friend. It started as just catching up in the hallway. Then it morphed into drinks after shifts. Then it morphed into staying over at her apartment after a movie night. Now she knows the name of your childhood pet and all of your embarrassing stories.
You have yet to meet her family though. Even though she talks about them constantly. You hear endless stories about how her mother bought a cute new jacket, how her dad helped her make an appointment to get her car fixed, how her brother calls her at least 3 times a week. It's actually quite endearing to you how close she is with them.
That's why you're sweating buckets now. For the first time in your 4 year friendship with Grace, you're finally meeting her family. Her brother is back in town and her family is having a little get together. Her mom, who's apparently heard a lot about you too, insisted that you join.
You have to wipe the sweat off your palms before you knock on the door. You're not even sure why you're nervous, it's just her family, who from what you've been told is really sweet. The door swings open and Grace stands in front of you with a wide smile on her face. "You made it!" She beams, stepping aside to usher you into the house.
You nervously clutch the container of cookies you made close to your chest as you follow her into her dining room. Setting the table is a woman who looks strikingly similar to Grace. Upon hearing the footsteps, she looks up and sees you. Her eyes light up, similar to how Grace's did when she answered the door. "You must be Grace's friend!" She sets down the dish she had in her hand and crosses the room to pull you into a hug. You're a little taken back but nonetheless you wrap your free arm around the woman for a brief hug.
Grace introduces you and then takes the container of cookies from you to set on the table. "Dad and Will are just finishing up right?" Grace asks her mom.
"They should be done pretty soon." Her mom answers, flicking her wrist up to check her watch. You nervously bounce on your toes while watching them interact. "So, how long have you lived in Boston?" Her mom directs her attention back to you.
You answer her question, finding her to be incredibly easy to talk to. This eases your nerves and makes you slowly open up a bit more.
Mid conversation with Grace's mom, a loud bang is heard from the kitchen. You watch Grace's face scrunch up. "What did you drop Will?" She calls out, wandering around the corner and into the kitchen.
"I didn't drop anything important, it's fine." You hear a voice answer. That must be her brother. Grace talks about him so much, you're honestly quite intrigued to meet him. She's often gone for some weekends to go visit him and she always texts you about how he bought her dinner, how he stopped for an hour to sign things for fans.
He turns into the kitchen with Grace and you feel your heart flutter. You’ve obviously seen pictures of him but he looks so much different in person. He’s taller than you expected, standing a few inches taller than Grace. Every single Smith has good hair genetics, you knew that, but his hair looks especially good in person. He looks tan too, which adds to the overall glow of him. You have to look away because you feel guilty for admiring your best friend’s brother like that.
“You must be the famous work bestie.” Will says, forcing you to look back up at him.
You raise your eyebrows, shooting Grace a questioning look. “Famous?” You direct your question at her.
She shrugs, reaching over Will to pop an olive in her mouth. “I talk about you sometimes.”
Beside her, Will gives her a look, shaking his head slightly. “Sometimes? More like everyday.” Grace is unfazed by his dig at her and instead takes a seat at the table. “I’m glad I finally get to meet you.” He says, directing his attention back to you.
“She talks about you a lot too, so I’m glad I got to meet you too.” You answer him, feeling heat on your cheeks. You cut your eyes to Grace again, hoping that you’re not blushing. Grace has often confided in you about how many girls will try to get close with her just because of her brother. You love your friendship with Grace and you’d hate to ruin that.
“Let’s eat!” Graces dad loudly announces, walking straight into the room and dropping steaks onto the table. Everyone complies without any argument.
You sit next to Grace and fall into conversation with her family easily. Her parents ask you all about your life and how you ended up in Boston. You ask them about their life as well, Grace occasionally adding in a few stories about her childhood. You live far away from your parents so the whole night makes you feel a sort of sense of belonging that you haven’t felt in a while.
At the end of the night, when everyone’s full and just swapping funny stories, Grace gets a call and excuses herself. “I think that’s a good time to start cleaning up.” Her mother says, getting up from the table, grabbing plates as she does. Her dad mutters something about needing to clean the grill and also gets up, leaving you alone with Will.
“So did I live up to the hype?” He asks you, peering at you from across the table.
“Depends.” You answer, deciding to clean up the space around you instead of maintain eye contact with him. “Did I live up to the hype?”
You hear Will chuckle. “Yeah, you definitely did.” He answers. You look up at him to see him leaning back in his chair, arms crossed.
“Good.” You answer, feeling a rush of heat at your own boldness. “You did too.”
Your eyes snag on Grace who is standing at the foot of the stairs, smirking at you.
—
“Grace, someone is here for you.” An older nurse announces, popping her head into the break room and out immediately after. Grace sends you a look, eyebrow raised curiously.
“Come with me, I’m scared to see who it is.” She says, grabbing your hand across the table. You squeeze her hand affectionately and nod.
Together you go to the front desk, finding a shy looking Will leaning against the counter. He’s holding a bag in one hand, his head tucked low, staring at his shoes. “Will? What are you doing here?” Grace says, walking right up to him.
He snaps his head up, smile forming on his face when he sees you standing behind Grace. You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from blushing. Will smiles wider and holds up the bag in his hand. “I made banana bread and thought you guys might want some.”
Grace darts her eyes from Will to you, and then back to Will. Her eyes narrow on the bag. “Oh yeah? Us?” She teases, taking the bag from him regardless.
Now it’s Will’s turn to blush and look away. “I just thought it would be nice. You guys are working a long shift right?” He shrugs, sneakers kicking the ground.
“We are.” Grace answers. “But you never visit me at work.” She says, suspiciously glancing between the two of you.
“Okay, sue me for doing something nice for my sister. I won’t do it again.” He says sarcastically, hands coming up as if he’s surrendering.
Grace rolls her eyes, pushing him gently. “You know what I mean.”
“Okay, I’m leaving. Enjoy your banana bread. It was nice seeing you again.” He directs the last statement towards you, sending you a small smile.
“You too Will.” You give him the same small smile, watching his form head out the door.
You turn back to Grace, choosing to ignore her smirk. The same one you found her giving you at dinner the other night. “Does he bake a lot?” You ask her, hoping she gets distracted and doesn’t bring up the way you were looking at Will.
“Yeah, he loves it. That’s all he does when he’s back home.” She says, looking into the bag. She pulls out a little ziplock bag full of slices of banana bread. She extends the bag to you.
You take it gratefully, feeling how the bread is still warm like it’s fresh out of the oven. “How long is he home for usually?”
She gives you a knowing smile, eyeing you slightly. “The whole summer basically.” She answers, taking a tone to her voice that you’ve never heard before.
You go to ask another question about Will but a nurse down the hallway calls for help with a patient.
—
“Grace? What’s wrong? Why’d you text me SOS?” You call out, frantically banging on her front door. She texted you while you were out grocery shopping with a very ominous “SOS, please come over” so of course you left your cart with everything in it and ran to her house as fast as you could. The whole way there you imagined all different scenarios of what could’ve happened since she stopped answering your texts. You pictured her injured, murdered, kidnapped, everything terrible under the sun.
Grace swings her door open looking perfectly fine. In fact, she’s smiling at you. “Perfect, Will just got here.” She steps to the side, showing you Will who looks equally as confused as you.
“What? You’re not hurt?” You step inside, letting her close the door behind you.
“Nope. You guys are going on a date though.” She says, pointing between you and Will.
“What?” You and Will both say at the same time. You both look at each other in confusion.
“I’m so sick of answering questions about Will. I’m also so sick of hearing about how you find her so gorgeous.” Grace wags her finger at Will, making him blush. Your heart flutters at Grace’s words. “So you’re going to take her to dinner.” She says, dropping Will’s car keys into his hand.
Will looks up at you, a smile taking over his face instead of the blush. “What do you say?” He asks shyly.
“As long as Grace is okay with it?” You ask her. You don’t want her to get mad at you or think that you’re only friends with her because of Will.
Grace rolls her eyes. “I’ve been plotting on you two getting together since I’ve met you that one crazy shift. I can’t picture either of you with anyone more perfect for you.”
That takes you by surprise, making you rethink all of the times she’s told you about Will, and about how Will called you the ‘famous work bestie’ at dinner the other day. So she’s clearly talked you up to Will too. Had she really been planning this that long?
“Stop thinking too hard. Both of you. Go enjoy dinner.” She says, shooing you and Will out of the door. She shuts the door on your face before you can ask anything else.
You turn to Will, finding him already looking at you. “I was honestly trying to find the balls to ask you out for weeks now, so I’m glad she did this.” He admits.
tft au in which we learn of why will calls reader “bird” and his first time calling her that / the other instances in which he has called her that too!
hi! the origin of bird is here, but I've had a few questions as to why Mack calls her Q, so here a little blurb of that!
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At this point, you've known Mack for maybe three months.
Long enough to become friends, not long enough for anyone (even Will) to understand how attached you've become to each other.
The Sharks had an off day, which meant Will decided that you should go on a date.
With Macklin as a third wheel.
"You're not gonna believe what just happened," Macklin announced, sliding into the booth beside Will with the grace of a drunk giraffe. He jerked his thumb at the bathroom where he'd just come from.
His grin was halfway between pride and panic, fingers drumming the table like he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or bolt. "Cutie Pie, you're gonna die" he said, leaning in, "some guy at the urinal recognized me."
"What?" You asked, looking up from your phone you were sharing with Will.
Macklin smiled. "Yeah. A guy at the urinal recognized me, right? So he asked for a selfie while my dick was out. Fully in frame."
Will choked on his iced tea, thumping his chest while you stared, torn between horror and fascination. "Please tell me you said no," you managed.
"Obviously I said no!" Macklin threw his hands up, then paused. "Okay, I considered it. But then I remembered I like not being on a registry."
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Your food gets there before the boys, and Macklin immediately made a grab for your plate. You slapped his wrist away.
Macklin pouted, fingers twitching toward your food again. "C'mon," he whined, "just one bite. You don't even like fries."
"Uh, I do like fries," you corrected, stabbing a forkful pointedly. "I just don't like them when they've been mauled by your greasy fingers."
Will snorted into his tea, watching Macklin slump dramatically against the booth like he'd been personally betrayed.
"Q please," Macklin whined like a dying man, slumping facedown onto the sticky table with enough force to rattle the silverware.
You caught Will's eye and mouthed the single syllable—Q?—with raised eyebrows. Will's grin softened into something unbearably fond, the kind of expression usually reserved for puppies or toddlers mid-tantrum. He shrugged and took a fry from your plate.
it's about... a beach day with the sharks, well macklin kinda lol.
author’s thoughts: i just wanna tan by the beach😭😭. sorry that this is all over the place! the thought sparked when the uk had an outburst of sun for like five second, and then the sun died out and so did the thought LMFAOOOO.
this was a needed trip with the boys, after a very successful hockey season. obviously, all of the girlfriends and wives have been planning this trip for weeks now!
constantly spamming the girls’ groupchat with what you guys are going to wear, what you guys are gonna do at the beach and gossip per usual. boys had no clue about any of this, it’s not like they can even curate a thought lol.
anyways…
you’re tanning with the girls, all sharing each other’s clothes, snacks, suncreens and towels. all laughing and yapping together, having the best time ever.
on the other hand… the boys are rugby tackling each other, playing volleyball with an imaginary net between the two teams and constantly asking the girls to reapply their suncreen from tackling each other in the water every 10 minutes or so!
mack absolutely loves you touching him in anyways, he’ll pout even if you’re not touching him with his fingertip. he definitely asking you to apply his sunscreen five times in a row, which you gave him a new nickname… casper lol.
later on… mack kept on calling out your name from the sea. he wouldn’t stop shouting, all for him to say “should take a small break from the girls and be with me!!” he smiled with full glee. you did hesitated at the thought of it first…
the girls encouraged you to spend time with your boyfriend, only for the fact that the girls can later tease you guys being in loveee 🙂↕️!
“okayyyyy” dragging out the y, while you playfully rolled your eyes at the girls. you quickly jogged your way to him, which he blissfully embraced you into a soft, warm hug with a few forehead smooches <3.
he firmly sneaks his arms around waist, from behind. “hey baby, are the girls treating you right? hm” he interves himself with kisses along your jaw line to the tipping edge of your shoulder. “they’re amazing, i love them girls.” you replied back with large grin across your face.
you two started to sway from left to right, both copying each other’s footing. the noise from the girls, children and mack’s friends, are all quietly tuning out. the sea’s waves crashing with tranquillity, after each wave collapsing into itself, a burst of pattered droplets landed across your’s and mack’s lower thighs, cooling down our sun kissed bodies.
no thought or feeling was blossomed in your mind, you’re exactly where you need to be. in mack’s arms, receiving multiple kisses from his warm, soft, loving lips and swaying from left to right with his chest attached to your back.
a/n: i am so shocked yet happy that people loved my texting blurbs sm! happy pride month, and once you get to the 13th one, that is COMPLETELY a joke!! i am a bisexual woman and i think the millie memes are hysterical, so i apologize if that offends anybody! it is not meant to be homophobic in any way and i hope nobody interprets it like that, this is a safe space for those in the lgbtq+ community and those who may just be allies. enjoy!! :)
putting this gif because last time i didn't and it used the freaking divider as the picture when shared/thumbnail in my inbox... like i'm irritated
okay ignore the edit but focus on the first clip! imagine like tft reader and will were waiting for colleen and she challenged him to a breath contest! and like he passes out and all of that !
and you KNOW he was doing it to impress you too
years later, when Will is six-foot-whatever and playing in the NHL and pretending he's mature, you'll still bring this up.
It was late November of third grade and practice had ended almost twenty minutes ago. Most of the kids had already been picked up, leaving only you, Will, and two other boys on the team scattered around the front of the rink.
His mom was running late, not super late, but just enough that the two of you were bored.
And when you and Will were bored, bad things happened.
You and Will were sitting on the curb together, his backpack was tossed beside him and your lunchbox was dangling from your wrist while he was telling you about what Grace had done the night before when Jaxson suddenly interrupted.
"Bet you can't hold your breath for a minute."
Will looked over. "Easy."
You immediately frowned. You knew that tone. It was the same tone he used before doing something stupid.
Jaxson grinned. "Then do it."
"Fine."
Ben pulled out one of those cheap little digital watches every kid seemed to have. "I'll time."
Will shrugged like he was the coolest person alive, like this wasn't a completely pointless competition, like he wasn't about to do this because you were sitting next to him.
You crossed your arms. "Will."
"What?"
"Don't."
He looked at you and smiled. That stupid smile, the one that basically said I'm gonna do it anyway, then he pinched his nose, took a huge breath, and started.
The first twenty seconds were fine. Will looked annoyingly confident, Jaxson looked annoyed, and you looked unimpressed.
Thirty seconds.
Forty.
Fifty.
Okay.
Now this was getting weird.
Will's face was getting red. Really red.
You sat up straighter. "Okay, that's enough."
He shook his head.
Sixty seconds.
Ben's eyes widened. "Dude thats a minute!"
Will grinned.
You did not like that grin. At all.
Because now he wasn't looking at Ben or Jaxson. He was looking at you out of the corner of his eye like he wanted to make sure you were watching. Like he wanted you to think he was cool.
The idiot.
"Will."
He ignored you.
Seventy seconds.
His face was turning purple now and your stomach dropped. "Will."
Nothing.
"1:20!! Keep going!"
"Stop."
Will shook his head stubbornly.
You stood up. "Will, stop."
His eyes looked funny and unfocused like he was trying really hard to stay upright. Then he swayed a little.
Your heart immediately dropped into your shoes. "Will?"
And then he tipped sideways, straight off the curb.
Thunk.
For one horrible second nobody moved.
Then chaos.
"OH MY GOD."
"DUDE."
"WILL."
By the time Ben and Jaxson reached him, you were already brushing your shaking hand over his nose, testing for air. "Will."
Nothing.
"Will!"
His eyes fluttered, then slowly opened and the first thing he saw was three terrified faces staring down at him.
The second thing he saw was you.
And because he was Will—your Will—his first instinct was smiling. "Hi."
You nearly exploded. "HI?"
His smile immediately vanished. Uh oh.
You only used that voice when you were really mad.
"What were you THINKING?"
Will blinked. "I—"
"You PASSED OUT, you idiot!"
"I know."
"You could've DIED."
"I don't think—"
"Don't."
Will immediately shut his mouth and Ben and Jaxson wisely took three steps backward. Jaxson looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole and Ben suddenly found his shoes fascinating.
Meanwhile Will was sitting up now, still dizzy, still a little purple, and still staring at you.
Because Will had known you long enough to recognize when you were scared.
Really scared.
"Bird."
You ignored him, rummaging in your gear bag for water.
"Bird."
Still ignored.
"Bird."
"What?"
His expression softened.
"I'm okay."
You looked at him. Really looked at him. The grass stuck in his hair, the scrape on his elbow from falling, the lingering blue in his face. Then you smacked his shoulder.
Will grinned.
"There she is."
And when Colleen finally pulled into the parking lot five minutes later, she found Will sitting on the curb with an ice pack on his head.
Ben and Jaxson looking guilty.
And you sitting so close your shoulders were touching.
