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here to fill the gn!reader void with silly fics

[minibrini]

min ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ they/them ꒱

+ ̊.༄ 23 | newbie nhl enthusiast | recs blog | i speak: 🇩🇪/🇺🇲

mc⁷¹ ; wsh² ; sd⁶ ; pg³¹ ; sc⁸⁷ ; ax⁷² ; js²⁰ ; cc¹³ ; jd⁷⁵; nm²⁹

꒰⁠ lover of angst & feels + big fluff enthusiast ꒱⁠˖⁠♡

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tags orientation: mini-orientation ❀ུ۪ (all masterlists, etc.) || brinifics ♡ (all written works)

i write for fun in my free time, so updates come whenever i can

[minibrini]

for research purposes (and like.... ACTUALLY) i was looking up lukas reichel videos and there's one from nhl europe where he and kurashev shoot some baseballs with their hockey sticks at targets and—

- i didn't expect kurashev to speak like almost accent free german given that he's from switzerland lmaooo but his german sounds close to lukas'

- they keep switching between german and english (what we call "denglish" as in deutsch, german, and english) and it's so funny to me bcs... that's so real lmao

- i sometimes forget that lukas is my age so when he uses slang i start laughing bcs it's kinda unexpected 💀

[minibrini]

can't wait for sharks season again but for the most part bcs i can't wait for them to start actually posting phillip sinn and the comment section going "DIESE KOMMENTARSEKTION IST NUN DAS EIGENTUM DER BUNDESREPUBLIK DEUTSCHLAND 🇩🇪"

also incredibly funny bcs i told my friend "kurashev can understand us" bcs he's from switzerland and from what little ive seen/heard he speaks swiss german,,, and then the sharks go and sign a real brezelbruder, what a twist

[minibrini]

there's two wolves inside of me...

wanting to write for lukas reichel bcs my friend loves him very much AND i know i can portray him bilingual without problems

vs.

cringing at just the thought of writing in german bcs i haven't done it in years and i hate writing in my mother tongue....

[minibrini]

will the sam dickinson fan bubble accept my x reader offering despite it being not specifically fem!reader?

im cooking up smth,,,,,

[minibrini]

medicine ; ws2

after having to cancel a planned date night because of a bad migraine, will doesn't want to leave you alone and decides to take care of you. (gender neutral!reader x will smith)

2/?? "off-season shenanigans" || masterlist

word count: 1.85k

tags: established relationship, no mention of y/n, just very soft and domestic tbh

notes: appearance/nicknames kept as gender neutral as possible. i can't always exclude things like allergies, (dis)likes, etc. so pls bear with me.

english is not my first language, no beta we die like will's windshield after a macklin hit.

the night is pleasantly warm, a slight breeze ruffling his shirt as will slowly slots his key into the lock and turns it as carefully as possible.

he's so glad that their equipment manager had a spare cotton bag laying around that he could take with him to buy some last ingredients for you.

it was supposed to be a date night for the two of you in the main house, given that all the marleau's were out for the weekend, but then you had messaged your boyfriend about an incoming migraine. of course he told you not to worry and that he'd be home as soon as possible.

he knows if it's as bad as you had predicted in your text that you're probably already wearing headphones or ear plugs, but he still doesn't want to risk anything.

hence the meticulously slow turning of the key inside the lock and a quieter cotton bag so his groceries wouldn't rustle so much.

turning on the hallway light once he's inside, will carefully pulls off his shoes and puts them away neatly, his keyring finding its place in the cushioned bowl for knickknacks. it's yours, he doesn't even remember where you got it from but one day it just appeared and never left.

he cringes as he pulls out his phone to light up the dark path towards the kitchen, quickly turning off the big light to make his way towards his destination.

will knows that he doesn't have to be this careful, as you've told him multiple times, but he still feels like he personally hit you with every noise he makes or when he has to use the big lights.

once he finally makes his way to the kitchen, he closes the door softly and turns on the lights above the stove, illuminating the space just enough for him to work comfortably.

will takes his sweet time unpacking the bag, once again aware of every little crinkle of plastic wrapping as he sorts through the ingredients and makes a mental checklist.

the chance of you having eaten anything sustainable is slim, given that your message was from just this morning and so your boyfriend gets to work on preparing some hot, soothing tea and your favorite soup with a sprinkle of salt more than usual.

as he cuts the fresh produce he thinks back to the beginning of your relationship, on how nervous you were to confess your medical history to him, worried that he'd just dump you then and there to get rid of the burden.

but will loves you, had been so in love with you long before he even asked you out, and so he had promised to learn your patterns and needs.

sure it was frustrating that he just couldn't pull you into his arms and hold you close, but overstepping your boundaries, especially when in such a vulnerable position, would be even more cruel.

and so your boyfriend had learned from every migraine; moving slowly, using dimmer light sources, keeping communication to a minimum or just doing it nonverbal.

will dutifully uses the two spoon technique to taste test his soup, checking temperature and thickness, before he decides it's good and takes it off the stove.

it's a silly thought, but he wants to make you feel comfortable, so he picks out your favorite soup bowl and transfers the warm meal from the pot.

the water for your tea has also finished boiling and so the blond pours a cup for you and himself, placing everything on a tray and making his way through the house towards the bedroom.

to prepare for such situations, will had placed a small bedside table just next to the door. it was small enough to not hinder anyone walking through the hallway, but exactly big enough to hold the tray so he could put it down and open the door without the risk of sending everything in his arms flying.

there's barely a clink as he places the tray down, quickly checking his phone and putting it on silent mode. he's not risking anything, no matter if he looked or acted way too overprotective.

only a string of tiny fairy lights is illuminating the room as will slowly pushes open the door with his shoulder, his eyes adjusting more and more to the darkness with every passing second.

he can just barely make out your shape on his bed, a lump of blankets really, before he carefully walks further into the room to put the tray down on his bedside table.

your boyfriend can spot an almost finished bottle of water and your migraine medicine on your side, thankful that you at least seem to have drank a little bit throughout the day.

will places down the tray and cautiously leans over to see if he can determine if you're asleep or not.

one of your hands is peaking out of the covers and he has to smile, gently bending down and tapping the bedsheets right by the side of it to make you aware of his presence.

it's something he picked up long ago, when he was discussing boundaries and no-go's with you. a direct touch is scary to you in your vulnerable position, so when he, completely serious, asked if vibration like you'd use for a deaf and blind animal would be okay, you were stunned.

it was definitely a first that someone, besides family and close friends, had really thought about it long and thoroughly.

your hand twitches and he hears you mumble, oh so slowly peeling off the blanket with stiff motions.

you can't even see or hear him because you're still wearing headphones and your trusted blindfold, but you smile weakly and tap your finger thrice on the bed.

it's your way to welcome him home and he smiles, slowly weaving his fingers in between yours and stroking over the back of your hand.

"hi love," he whispers with a grin, knowing you won't even be able to hear him. but that's never mattered to him at all, he loves talking to you anyways.

you grumble something unintelligible as your free hand moves to lift up the sleeping mask, smiling gratefully as your boyfriend takes over and makes sure it doesn't tangle with the headphones.

"hi, my love," he repeats cheekily, still keeping his voice low and waiting for you to initiate further contact.

from what he can tell, you do seem lucid enough, but with your migraines there was always a chance that they'd come back even worse from simple interactions that overstimulate your already exhausted body.

you tap the headphones with weak fingers and look at will, who immediately understands. giving you a nod, he meticulously takes them off one handed, always making sure to watch your face for any reactions.

after he's got them off of your head, will twists his body so he can place them on his nightstand without having to let go of your hand in his and it makes you grin stupidly.

you truly did feel bad for having to cancel tonight, but that was also coupled with the fact that you knew that your boyfriend loved just to simply take care of you.

even if that meant just taking care of you with a bad migraine.

"thanks," you mumble in appreciation, laying your head down against your arm and simply looking at will.

his curls looked especially fluffy in the low light, eyes soft and his pretty lips curled up at the edges.

"how're you feeling?"

you hum at your boyfriend's whispered question, squeezing his hand in acknowledgement.

"only half-dead," you quip with a half smile, heart fluttering at the cute snort will can't contain.

he looks at you with so much love that you feel dizzy yet again, but this time for a very different reason. you'll never get tired of lovestruck will smith.

"i made soup and tea for you. is sitting up okay at the moment? else i also brought my secret weapon," will says and wiggles his eyebrows, "your very trusted soup straw."

and really, under normal circumstances you'd have laughed it off, called him silly maybe. but right now, with your body still buried under the heavy sheets and the migraine still being present, if only half as bad as this morning, you just feel immensely loved.

will shushes you gently and uses his free hand to gently wipe away the sudden tears collecting at your lash line. you nuzzle into the touch immediately, heart full and overflowing.

"talk to me, beautiful. are we crying happy tears or sad tears, hm?" he inquires gently, his thumb softly stroking your cheek.

"just happy," you murmur and look at him through slightly blurry eyes, just feeling incredibly lucky to have him in your life.

incredibly lucky to be loved by him.

your boyfriend reacts quickly as you pull your hand from his and slowly move to sit up, helping you move the sheets and already stacking up pillows so you can sit comfortably against the headboard.

he patiently waits as you rearrange everything around you until you're seated, tapping your lap with a small smile.

the tray is carefully placed in front of you, and despite knowing him for as long as you have now, you're still amazed at how appetizing and organized it looks.

as soon as he knows you've got everything you need, will gets to settling in right beside you, making sure he's near but not suffocating you.

neither of you try to inniate another conversation, will simply content to watch you slowly eat the soup and make those cute noises he's used to hear from you when you really enjoy his food.

despite his refusal, you manage to also feed him a handful of spoons with the soup, giggling when he makes a face at the very prominent salt note.

once you're done with the food, the blond dutifully reaches over and puts the tray away, making sure it stands stable on his nightstand before he turns around again.

"do you need a bit more sleep?" will asks carefully, watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

"i think... i want to hear you read to me," you request shyly, your hands nervously wringing the sheets in your lap.

"of course, love. want to lay your head in my lap?"

you nod slowly, wiggling your body until you're underneath the sheets again, head resting comfortably on the sturdy thigh of your boyfriend.

the familiar smell of him makes your shoulders relax immediately, something his attentive eyes don't miss. he smiles privately before pulling out his phone.

the screen is dimmed as he scrolls through his apps, quickly looking at his notifications and deciding which were most important to answer later.

you're already half asleep again as he starts reading you the story he's currently invested in.

and this time, it's finally a restful sleep.

cuddled up to your boyfriend, the hand that's not holding his phone laid gently on your head and his soothing voice filling the bedroom.

midway through i felt like it's kinda whack but i hope u enjoy it nonetheless 🫪

[minibrini]

think of you: mc71

you and your boyfriend spend the day at your favorite spot: having a picnic at the lake. (gender neutral reader x macklin celebrini)

1/? "off-season shenanigans" || masterlist

word count: 2k

tags: established relationship, fluff!, no use of y/n

notes: appearance/nicknames kept as gender neutral as possible. i can't always exclude things like allergies, (dis)likes, etc. so pls bear with me.

english is not my first language | no beta wie die like macks teeth in that jets game

it's been ten minutes already. maybe fifteen.

impressed by his seemingly never ending persistence, you sit up a bit from the blanket, book face down on your stomach, and just watch the way the rays of sunshine frame your boyfriend's kneeling silhouette.

“earth to macklin? macklin, you there?” you ask with a smile, watching as the fresh water droplets from his quick dip in the lake drip from his hair onto his knees, never once disrupting his concentration.

“yeah... i just... could've sworn i saw a four leaf clover somewhere," he mutters with a huff, swiping back his wet hair and leaning further down.

at that you laugh, not in the slightest surprised by his antics.

macklin pouts and shoots you a look, failing to hide the corner of his mouth lifting when he takes in your relaxed position on his picnic blanket.

“this is incredible serious business, ruler of darkness.”

“ohhhh~” you coo at him with a tilted head, clearly amused at the familiar banter.

“so now you're coming for my preferences, hm? i'll have you know, i quite enjoy the dark side, sunny boy,” you nod, “after all, it has cookies. and they're made with much love by the one and only bestest friend of my amazing boyfriend.”

macklin chuckles as you pick up one of said cookies, baked and delivered by will just this morning, and bite into it with an exaggerated, happy noise.

it's been an inside joke for as long as the both of you can remember; him soaking in all of the bright sunlight he could possibly get and you, sitting nearby in the cooler shade and just watching him being happy.

the brunette remembers worrying about your differences early on in your relationship. of course, the saying goes that opposites attract, but then again... he's had quite a few relationships, be it romantic or platonic, just slip through his fingers because they were just too different.

but with you, the worry was squashed pretty quick.

“whatever, your highness of darkness. if you'll excuse me, i have an important mission to finish.”

you hum, laying back down onto his shirt, that's been acting as your fluffy pillow ever since he took it off, and pick up your book again.

around you it's mostly silent, just a few birds chirping or the rustling of the wind when it blows gently through the lush green leaves of the tree you're under.

it has become kind of a tradition for the two of you to come here, ever since you became friends all those years ago.

back then, it was a lot easier to just plan a week long trip for the off season, given that both of you were in school and had off anways.

nowadays, since you've got a job and he has very important off season events, it's become harder.

so you try and soak up all the time you can get with him; be it just a weekend, a day or a few hours that pass way too quickly.

it's may already and soon macklin will be traveling again to join the canadian team for the world championships, so he made sure to plan his off season meticulously.

you're used to it by now, always reassuring him that he shouldn't feel bad about his many absences.

it's a given if you're with a hockey player, but throughout the years the two have built something that, and you're sure of it, can withstand the amount of stressors thrown your way.

macklin celebrini is not just your (very much perfect) boyfriend, he's so much more.

there's a rustling and just a few seconds later macklin is standing at the edge of the blanket, careful not to get it wet or dirty, proudly holding up a clover leaf with his signature gummy smile.

“i report back to hq, the four leafed clover has been found and collected,” your boyfriend proclaims happily, making a grabby hand at the basket standing right next to your head.

looking over the top of your book, you grin at him, laying it down against your stomach once more so you can turn and pull out a second, more worn looking book from the depths of the picnic basket.

it's held shut with tight rubber bands, the spine is cracked and dirty. the entire thing looking like it's been through a few rough times.

“you gonna lock it up?”

your boyfriend laughs at your question, nodding and gratefully taking the book to safely put away his found treasure.

you know he'll press it over the next few weeks, then add it to his yearly growing collection.

“i have no clue how you do it, mackie. you have to be the luckiest guy on earth with that big of a collection,” you muse with a grin, observing him slowly place the leaf inside the thick book and making sure it's secure after closing it.

“i'm pretty sure i am,” macklin smiles, tightening the rubber bands you hand him around the book before looking at you once again with mischievous eyes, “i'm your boyfriend after all. really lucky i'd say.”

you roll your eyes with a snort, pushing at his still wet chest while he laughs.

“that was the cringiest pickup line ever, macklin richard celebrini.”

“ohhh, coming at me with the full name treatment, eh? go on, admit that you like it. you love me,” the boy retaliates, picking up one of the clean towels you've already laid out for him and begins drying his skin.

you do, obviously. but of course, one shouldn't feed the lucky boy's ego too much.

“maybe this ruler of darkness tolerates you for no other reason than you being the only jester they've found.”

macklin looks down at you as his hand stops drying his legs, a smirk forming on his lips. you can see him come up with another quick rebuttal in his head and brace yourself.

“so you're saying i'm the only one? but that also technically makes me the best, no?”

that gets a laugh out of you, your book long forgotten as macklin moves to settle down next to you on the blanket and sneakily steals a strawberry with a smirk.

“oh so that's what you're taking from that?” you ask after you've stopped laughing, tilting your head to the side and flicking your boyfriend's leg as he chews his sweet treat happily.

“you should always try to see the positive things,” is all he says after he's swallowed, holding the other half of the strawberry to your lips encouragingly.

you hum as you take the bait, chewing the strawberry while macklin sits down cross-legged on the blanket, his knee touching your arm.

before you can add anything to his words, the brunette is bending forwards again and over the basket, his gaze focused on the meadow surrounding your small, private space.

you're just done with your piece of strawberry when macklin looks at you and grins, holding up a handful of pretty daisies.

“would this ruler like a crown fitting for their gloomy and dark and mystical aura?”

“why yes, my good jester. do your best to entertain your ruler with your masterful craftsmanship,” you retort back sarcastically, putting away your book after marking the page you've just started reading. to watch him, you turn your body to the side as he begins to fiddle with the small flowers.

you just know this will be truly amazing to witness; given the fact that macklin, for all his amazing stickhandling and hockey shooting skills, really sucked at fine work.

it doesn't take long for your boyfriend to start struggling, biting his lip in focused concentration as the small stems seem to bend against his will.

you have half a mind to offer him help with a laugh, but then again, you've known the guy for quite a while now.

he will struggle a little more, try to work through his frustration and then inevitably give up the daisy flower crown to you.

but he's trying his best.

“i may be a lucky jester with a ton of skills but this one...” he says after a few minutes have passed and holds out the slightly worse for wear looking flowers to you with a sheepish smile, “i might require the help of my partner's amazing and very much magical hands. please.”

with a soft smile you sit up and mirror his position, accepting the flowers while he settles his head comfortably on your leg and looks up at you.

“your hair is still wet, mackie,” you complain with a half-hearted whine, ignoring the laugh that leaves him shaking with amusement.

“my bad, love. i simply couldn't wait to witness your talent,” macklin declares, one thumb coming up to brush against your leg in a quiet apology.

“you're the one washing my clothes and the blanket then,” you comment dryly, nimble fingers starting to slowly braid the fine stems into a sturdy flower crown.

the silence between the two of you is relaxing, neither of you ever feeling pressured to fill it with senseless talking. just enjoying the quiet while being together.

when the daisies inevitably start running out, you bend to pluck a few more, making sure to not to rustle macklin too much as he rests in your lap.

you have no idea how much time has passed, but when the finished flower crown rests in your hands, your boyfriend's breathing has slowed down significantly. he's fallen asleep you realize amused, carefully placing the daisy crown on your head.

his hair has started drying already, looking softer with every minute that passes and you have to restrain yourself from cooing.

looking around you realize that despite your worries, there are still many small white daisies surrounding your blanket and as you look between macklin in your lap and the flowers, an idea hits you.

you work silently and slow, stifling a giggle with every small daisy blossom you place in his hair.

right as you're done taking pics and opening your chat with will, mack wakes up and sleepily blinks his eyes.

he hears you snicker to yourself and, rightfully, has the instinct to stay still, knowing you and your shenanigans.

"what'd you do?" he murmurs und yawns, preparing himself mentally to hear you've braided his hair into tiny ponytails or something.

you click on the pic you took of him sleeping in your lap with a head full of daisies that you've just sent to will, holding your phone down towards his face so he can look.

"we're matching~" you say happily, letting him grab your phone and analyze what he's looking at.

macklin smiles, swiping through the pictures you sent will. there's a selfie he took with you right before the two of you left for the lake, a picture of you setting up the blanket and then, from a few minutes ago, a selfie of you with the flower crown.

the last one is from just now, his head covered in delicate white daisies, with a «worked so hard to entertain me,,, he fell asleep ♡» message from you right underneath.

“think he'll try and use these as blackmail?” macklin questions you with a chuckle, holding out your phone for you to take it back.

“oh definitely. smitty wouldn't miss any blackmail material if his life depended on it,” you answer in a fond voice, taking your phone again and putting it back into the basket.

you lean back on your hands and enjoy the refreshing breeze on your face, simply content and happy to share these moments with macklin.

“want me to press all of these?” comes his voice after a few more minutes have passed. you open an eye and look down at your boyfriend.

“if you want. one would also be enough. i'll let you decide, want me to collect them all?” you muse and sit back up straight as he contemplates.

“if your highness would be so kind,” macklin replies and stretches carefully, twisting his foot that seemingly feel asleep too.

and as you laugh at him trying to massage his tingling foot without disrupting you collecting daisies out of his hair, you tell yourself that no matter how much time you'll have with macklin this off season, you'll treasure every precious moment.

minibrini © 2026 | do not copy, translate or distribute my work on other platforms.

[minibrini]

off-season shenanigans

masterlist:

short oneshots (goal 1.5-2k words per os)

gn!reader x player

?? parts (no set amount planned, we'll see)

all stories can be read as standalone

it's not ooc, it's for the plot lmao

notes: appearance/nicknames as neutral as possible. there are no mentions of: skin color, hair (length), body type, etc. only exception is that, given i'm shorter lol, reader is most of the time shorter than the player. i can't always exclude things such as allergies, (dis)likes, etc. so please be nice.

finished/published works:

🌼 think of you — macklin celebrini

you and your boyfriend spend the day at your favorite spot: having a picnic at the lake.

words: 2k || established relationship, fluff!, no use of y/n

💊 medicine — will smith

you have to cancel a date night because of a bad migraine and your boyfriend decides to take care of you.

words: 1.85k || established relationship, fluff!, no use of y/n

work(s) planned/in progress:

— fraser minten

— cole caufield

possible matches:

read: idk much about these players but i'm considering them as a matchup for a story

arber xhekaj

juraj slafkovsky

connor bedard

tba

[minibrini]

Rules.

┈⋆.° no smut. not comfortable writing that. but big fan of tension and domestic stuff. emotional vulnerability is my favorite meal.

゚┈⋆.° fuck ai. everything i write or add as media has been created by me. do not feed my writing to a soulless loser machine. or i'll find you.

゚┈⋆.° inclusivity. trying to be as inclusive as possible, but i don't feel comfortable writing about topics i can't speak on from personal experience such as: reliogious beliefs, deaf/hard of hearing character, amab reader, any kind of amputee or deformity, disablities, blindness, autism/adhd/audhd, (chronic) illnesses, etc. please respect that.

゚┈⋆.° requests. at the moment i do not accept or write requests. my fanfics are an emotional outlet for me with always a specific player and/or plot in mind so i'm not exactly flexible with that. maybe later, the option is not off the table.

゚┈⋆.° muses. i write mainly for the sharks, specifically macklin + will, bcs they are my emotional support players. there will probably be more players at some point, i'm still just getting into the team and the history so bear with me please.

┈⋆.° no-go's. i won't accept any kind of hate towards me, my fics or readers/commentors. if it's not your cup of tea, scroll or block. this is a queer safe space, so don't be an asshole.

i also refuse to write anything for anyone on the men's us team bcs fuck them. all of them. 🗣️‼️

[minibrini]

Favorites.

san jose sharks

macklin celebrini ꒰⁠ 71 ꒱⁠˖⁠♡

will smith ꒰⁠ 2 ꒱⁠˖⁠♡

william eklund ꒰⁠ 72 ꒱⁠˖⁠♡

alexander wennberg ꒰⁠ 21 ꒱⁠˖⁠♡

tyler toffoli ꒰⁠ 73 ꒱⁠˖⁠♡

michael misa ꒰⁠ 77 ꒱⁠˖⁠♡

sam dickinson ꒰⁠ 6 ꒱⁠˖⁠♡

yaroslav askarov ꒰⁠ 30 ꒱⁠˖⁠♡

alex nedeljkovic ꒰⁠ 33 ꒱⁠˖⁠♡

colin graf ꒰⁠ 51 ꒱⁠˖⁠♡

luca cagnoni ꒰⁠ 42 ꒱⁠˖⁠♡

(no particular order)

other

philipp grubauer ꒰⁠ 31 ꒱⁠˖⁠♡ — kraken

leon draisaitl ꒰⁠ 29 ꒱⁠˖⁠♡ — oilers

sidney crosby ꒰⁠ 87 ꒱⁠˖⁠♡ — penguins

marie-philip poulin ꒰⁠ 29 ꒱⁠˖⁠♡ — victoires

[minibrini]

❀ུ۪ MASTERLIST.

ʚ gender neutral reader scenarios ɞ

⎯⎯ english is not my first language!

✿: fluff ✷: angst ✧: comfort ☆: wip ✯: finished

゚┈⋆.° off-season shenanigans (multi)

🌼 — think of you (macklin celebrini)

💊 — medicine (will smith)

minibrini © 2026 | do not copy, translate or distribute my work on other platforms.