would you ever write about the crosbys (+ mack of course) in milan at the olympics? I just know rowan’s outfits are always on point anyways so she really had to put that shit on in Italy lol
Miu Miu and Milano! | SMAU
macklin celebrini x sloane crosby
There is little in this world Sloane Crosby hates more than packing a suitcase. It is one of those things she has been doing longer than she can remember, and yet she never seems to get any better at it.
She had been so excited when her professors gave her permission to go to the Olympics to support her family, but that excitement was already fading in the face of her, albeit lilac and monogrammed, luggage. Sloane groaned as she eyed the mountain of clothes spilling across her bed.
“Here are the packing cubes you asked for, baby,” her mom called from the doorway. Sloane spun around in relief, if anyone could mitigate this shitshow, it would be her mom.
“Woah, hurricane Sloane. What happened in here?” her mom laughed. Sloane’s face twisted into a pout.
“This is the result of trying to pack for three weeks in Milan while also trying to unpack from school,” she whined. “I hate every single thing in my closet and I have genuinely nothing to wear.”
“Well,” came her mothers dry reply, “I would feel some sympathy for you, but my credit card statements vehemently disagree”
"Aww, Mommy, it is just because I get my expensive taste from you,” Sloane grinned toothily. Rowan shot her a disbelieving look, walking closer to the absolute train wreck on the bed.
“You have got to be kidding, Sloane. No one needs this many clothes. I know you have this top in like three colors, and it is definitely not nice enough to justify that many.”
“Well, not everyone is blessed with your eye for stuff, Mommy,” Sloane graced Rowan with her sweetest smile. “May I please borrow a few things from your closet?”
Her mom had one of those closets that only came from collecting unique, high-quality pieces over decades. She loved classic silhouettes and monochromatic dressing, but always added personality through accessories. Sloane absolutely adored Rowan's collection and had allowed to pick out certain pieces as gifts for big life events and accomplishments. She had been gifted this gorgeous vintage Paco Rabanne bag for her high school graduation and had been eyeing a pair of zebra Zuhair Murad pumps for ages.
“Sloane, let's try and make something out of the stuff you already have first,” Rowan said, eyeing her oldest with a withering stare. “You have perfectly good pieces in here. We just have to find things that work together, and then you can let loose in my closet. How about that?”
“Does that mean you will help me pack?”
“No, ma’am,” Rowan shook her head. "I will help you try to find outfits, but I could always leave you to it if you feel like that would not be much help.” She made a mocking move toward the door.
“NO! No! Do not go anywhere. I am desperate, Mom. Please help.”
“Thought so.” Rowan hummed with satisfaction.
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sloanecrosby it’s not much but it’s honest work!
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rowancrosby please don’t tell me you both were on a moped
sloanecrosby um look away mommy
user1 mom and daughter matching ballet flats I’m sick
charliecelebrini please let me borrow that navy trench 🙏🏼
sloanecroby all yours my girl
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rowancrosby why thank you sawyer!
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user2 Rowan 😻
user3 I need to know the exact prayer Rowan used to be blessed with a well dressed family
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anjani_c perfection
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user4 HELP
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ALSO would be happy to do more from milan! let me know what you guys are interested in seeing!
Uh I need more young Sid and Rowan 😔 Like young dad Sid just does something to me!! Also did they meet and Shattuck? Did she play hockey there as well?
Shattuck St. Marys
macklin celebrini x sloane crosby au
“So, what’s the story with your parents?” Macklin looked over as he asked, “At the risk of sounding like a fanboy.” Sloane could not help but let out a chortle at his inquisition.
“Trust me, you somehow manage every time.” she quipped with a toothy grin. He sent a mean poke into her shoulder from the driver’s seat, rolling his eyes at her. The pair were making their way to Minnesota for the weekend, to the little city of Faribault. After years of asking, her dad had finally agreed to getting his jersey number retired at Shattuck, and her mom wanted to make a family trip out of it to celebrate.
“Macklin can come too. It would probably be fun for the kids there right now, seeing two different generations." Her dad had begrudgingly added, finally cracking a smile at her squeal as he accepted her hug with an oof. Sidney Crosby notoriously hated all things pomp and circumstance, so Sloane knew he was really only going along with this whole circus to make her mom happy in the first place. It meant the world to her that he was letting Macklin in on something usually reserved for family.
“Well, my mom spent all four years of high school at Shattuck, and she loved it there,” Sloane admitted. “It was probably because it was the first time she played hockey outside of the direct purview of my granddad, I suppose.” Sloane shifted slightly in her seat to face Macklin more fully.
“Don’t get me wrong, they are super close, but being Tony Granato’s daughter is a lot for a teenage hockey player. When I think about it, it was probably the first place she got to fall in love with hockey for herself. Where she got to have fun and work hard for her, more than anything or anyone else."
Macklin smiled softly, thinking about the years he spent at the school tucked between the quiet hills and the lake. It was a pretty idyllic place to go to school, and even though his experience there had been different because of COVID, he still made a gazillion memories and friendships he would not trade for the world.
“Yeah, I can see why she feels that way. Shattuck is pretty special,” he admitted. "If you were as good as her, you probably were not all that worried about school in the first place, so hockey all the time was perfect.” He grinned a little to himself, thinking about his years at the prep school.
“Yes, I sometimes worry about the educational gaps that are a direct consequence of that establishment” she deadpanned, shooting him a side-eye.
“I loved it there. My team was pretty special too. I think every single one of the starters got drafted from my year. Me, Eisy, and Brody were nasty that year.” He continued on, thoroughly ignoring her, “I think it being a boarding school helps because you get so close. Something you don't really get unless you billet or until you get to college.” He paused for a second before grinning. “The common rooms were like the sickest shit ever at that age.” Sloane giggled.
“I am sure they were. So much for COVID protocol, huh?” She shot him a knowing look before glancing out the window. “My parents actually met at one of those parties all those eons ago.”
“No way, that's sick,” Macklin crowed.
“I know, it is kind of cute. They have been together since they were fifteen years old,” she said, still sounding fairly in awe of it herself. “My dad says he knew right away that she was the one for him, and my mom says he probably wouldn't have made out with her teammate if he knew that.” Macklin burst out laughing. The more time he spent around Sloane’s family, the more he realized just how much of Rowan’s personality lived inside her daughter. Out of the three siblings, Sawyer seemed to be the only one who took after Sidney at all.
“My dad maintains that kiss single-handedly made her jealous enough to finally go out with him, and my mom says that is the stupidest thing she has ever heard. She always has this twinkle in her eye and the biggest smile when she says it though, so none of us really believe her." Sloane shook her head good-naturedly, but let a quiet pause settle between them.
“I think everything I know about love and how you are supposed to treat the people you care about came from them,” she admitted softly. “I know not everyone gets to feel that way, but my parents are the reason I have no doubt true love exists.” Macklin met her eyes before reaching over and grabbing her hand, pressing a quick kiss against her knuckles.
“I can tell,” he murmured. “Because I see how you love other people every day, and I would bet money it is because of how you watched your parents love growing up.” His thumb brushed over her hand absentmindedly.
“The people in your life are lucky, Crosby. Not everyone gets your kind of special." Sloane could not help the wave of affection that washed over her at that. She lifted slightly from her seat, leaning across the center console to brush a soft kiss against his cheek.
“Well,” she murmured, settling back into her seat, “I happen to think I am pretty darn lucky myself.” Macklin’s grin softened into something quieter at that, his hand still loosely tangled with hers over the console.
The silence that followed was warm, Minnesota stretched endlessly ahead of them, green hills and long roads bathed in the fading gold of sunset as they continued toward Faribault together.
-
The family settled into their dinnerchairs after a truly long and exhausting day. While she knew Sidney had not exactly been enthusiastic about the whole jersey-retirement spectacle, Rowan could tell this moment made it all pretty darn worth it for him to.
The six of them were crammed into a booth in some random little Italian restaurant in town, warm lighting and checkered tablecloths and all. James and Sawyer were busy shooting paper straws at their sister when they thought she was not looking. Sweet Sloane and her boyfriend sat tucked into one side of the booth, quietly whispering to each other before another muffled giggle broke through between the two of them.
Rowan was smiling so hard her cheeks hurt. She had not felt this kind of pure, unbridled joy in a long, long time. With James’s draft coming up and Sloane becoming an upperclassman in college, they had barely all been in the same place this summer. Now, Sawyer was somehow becoming a senior too. All her babies were growing up right in front of her, slipping into new stages of life faster than she could keep hold of them in her arms. So yes, maybe she was being a little emotional about sitting in a cramped booth in a random Italian restaurant in Faribault, Minnesota, sue her. When she finally looked over at Sidney, he was already looking back at her.
“You alright, sweetheart?” he asked, leaning closer so she could hear him over the noise of the restaurant. Rowan’s lips immediately began to wobble, and she could see Sidney growing increasingly concerned by the second. Out of the corner of her eye, she realised she had caught Sloane's gaze as well. Before anyone could make a bigger deal out of it, Rowan hurriedly blurted out,
“Thank you for doing this, honey. Even though you did not really care to,” she laughed wetly. “I just … missed us all being in the same place." Sidney’s brows unfurrowed immediately, his expression softening when he realized what she actually meant.
“Jesus, woman, is that all?” he huffed, though the barely disguised affection in his smile completely betrayed the exasperation in his tone. Sawyer and James exchanged dramatic eye-rolls across the table, but neither of them could quite hide their smiles either. Beside her, Sloane leaned in to wrap her mom in a quick, sweet side hug.
“Good grief, Mom, it is not like we're dying or anything. We're just going off to college," her oldest boy groaned.
“Mind you,” Sawyer added quickly, “your favorite child is home for one more year.”
“Oh, shut up. Her favorite already left,” James shot back.
Macklin let out laugh as the table dissolved into chaos again, so Sidney took the distraction to observe his daughter’s boyfriend. As much as he wished she could stay little forever, Sidney was a practical man. Keeping his head in the sand about his daughter dating would have been pointless. If he was being honest, she had picked one hell of a person - though he would not say it out loud if anyone asked.
Macklin was kind, responsible, and humble, and more importantly, he brought out the best in his daughter. His admittedly pretty perfect daughter, who got stressed over the little things and sometimes let people walk over her without meaning to. He had watched him grow so much in the past couple of years, turning from boy to young man in the blink of an eye. Being an Olympian with his daughter’s boyfriend had certainly been a trip this past year, but still he was not quite able to describe the honor when asked about it.
How does one explain the joy of seeing your kids so happy? As he looked at Sloane, Sidney was sure he would never truly be able to.
Nothing was stopping Sidney from glaring at the punk when he put his arm around her shoulder, though.
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send in more requests - having so much fun with these two! i absolutely loved this one 💗
Macklin has got to give it to the girl. For all she seems indifferent to him, she absolutely adores his family. OR the 4 times a Celebrini calls Sloane + 1 time Sloane calls Mack!
RJ
Somehow, over the span of a single summer, Sloane Crosby managed to weasel her way into the good graces of every single Celebrini. However, if there was one person she had never really needed to win over, it was RJ.
As was every thirteen-year-old boy’s rite of passage, RJ had finally been granted permission to get Snapchat, and boy, had he run absolutely wild with it. Sloane despised the insipid app, but somehow RJ managed to build a streak with her that rivaled the ones she had back when she was thirteen herself.
Pictures of his breakfast. Pictures of Cali sprawled across the couch. Pictures of him and his brothers after conditioning. Oh, little RJ knew exactly what he was doing there.
Sloane responded in kind: pictures of her dad’s latest sourdough creation, her mother’s needlepoint stocking she had been working on, the pong table she and her friends were painting for senior week.
Something about RJ Celebrini reminded Sloane painfully of her little brothers when they were younger. The earnestness that peeked through all the teenage bluster and brawn.
At some point, RJ started sending her videos from the garage while he messed around with a puck. While Sloane maintained she had little to no understanding of whatever drill he was supposedly working on, it quietly became part of their routine.
Every Tuesday, she FaceTimed him while she worked on her needlepoint, RJ’s tales of summer practices and the antics of thirteen-year-old boys serving as background chatter to her stitching. Sometimes she would pause to watch him chip pucks into the net. Other times she would force him to pay attention to her thread choices.
“It’s velvet thread, RJ. Look at the texture.” He would groan dramatically at her insistence, but every so often she would be rewarded with a reluctant admisson of his interest.
Sometimes, Macklin would wander into the frame, grabbing tennis shoes before heading out for a run, or lingering in the background while correcting RJ’s grip and angles. Sloane always noticed the way his eyes drifted toward her through the phone screen, the quick glances he thought she did not catch.
He always said hello, asking after her and her family with an easy warmth that contrasted the boy she had met at the draft. Sometimes he lingered longer than necessary, leaning against the garage doorway while RJ rambled on about practice. Sometimes he would ask what she was working on, pretending to be deeply invested in thread colors while his eyes stayed fixed on her face instead.
“You know,” he had said once, squinting at her stitching, “I think I am finally developing an appreciation for the sparkle thread.” RJ could not help but gag loudly in the background.
Sloane knew he was flirting. And some part of her - the prideful part - relished it. She recognized it every time his attention settled on her a beat too long, every time he found some excuse to wander into RJ’s calls.
However, she could not quite forget his blasé attitude at the draft, the easy way he had lumped her in with all the other names and faces swirling around him that weekend. She had grown up around hockey boys her entire life, and she knew just as well as anyone that the chase was all that mattered to them.
Still, these calls became something dependable those blistering months. And in a summer where everything in Sloane’s life seemed to be changing, consistency mattered more to her than she ever wanted to admit. By September, she would be moving across the country. Away from home. Away from her parents. Away from her friends. Away from the only life she had ever really known.
But every Tuesday afternoon, somewhere in Northern Vancouver, RJ Celebrini would answer her FaceTime before the second ring. More often than not, somewhere around the 17 minute mark, Macklin would happen to wander into the frame.
2. Charlie
“I just cannot believe I thought it was any different. That this time was any different from all the other times. Why can’t he just let me in?" Sloane’s heart ached as Charlie’s anguish crackled through the phone.
“I feel like I have to walk on eggshells all the time,” the sixteen-year-old continued through tears. “One step out of line and he just so . . . cold. A shell of this person I've known my entire life.”
Sloane closes her eyes briefly, unable to stop herself from thinking about her own sixteen-year-old self, wrapped up in a boy who had not been worth half the energy she devoted to him, yet somehow still felt like her entire world.
Charlie was all things smart and brilliant and kind and funny. She was one of those people that lit up the lives of people she let in. Fiercely loyal and oh so sweet. But that brilliance was not something any sixteen-year-old girl could see in the face of the boy she had loved forever.
Christian Nash and Charlie had known each other since they were practically in nappies. Summers spent diving off the dock between their neighboring lake houses, bike rides to the gas station for popsicles, muddy hands shaping “cakes” in the front yard while their mothers watched from lawn chairs. The kind of history that tangled itself so tightly around your heart that sometimes you could not tell where the memories ended and the feelings began. Sloane knew that kind of attachement all too well.
Now, Macklin did not make a habit of eavesdropping on his siblings, but he and Aiden exchanged matching looks of horror at the top of the stairs when they heard Charlie sobbing through her bedroom door.
Because Charlie never cried.
Between three brothers and a family that revolved around sports, tears were few and far between in the Celebrini household. And if Macklin was being honest, neither he nor Aiden particularly knew how to handle them when they did appear. Especially when it came to Charlie. They always seemed to flounder somewhere between being wildly overprotective of their only sister and wanting to treat her the same way they treated RJ.
Aiden, coward that he was, immediately bolted for their shared bathroom, abandoning ship without a second thought and leaving Macklin saddled with older-brother responsibilities. Macklin couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief.
“You are such a dick,” he hissed.
Aiden merely pointed at Charlie's bedroom before disappearing behind the bathroom door. With all the enthusiasm of a man approaching his own execution, Macklin began the shuffle toward Charlie’s room.
“Charlie” His voice cracked halfway through her name, and he immediately flushed with embarrassment. “Can I come in?”
There was a pause before the door creaked open. Macklin frowned the second he took in his little sister’s face - red and blotchy - her green eyes glassy with tears.
“Whoa, what happened? Are you okay? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” A small laugh tinkled from Charlie’s phone where it lay abandoned on the floor. Her laugh.
The laugh he found himself waiting for every Tuesday afternoon. The one he preened under whenever he managed to pull it out of her. Sloane’s laugh, albeit slightly resigned. Charlie could not help but smile at the sight of her brother hovering in panic.
“You could at least try to look a little less like you are about to lay an egg, Mack,” she teased wetly. “They are just tears.” A full belly cackle - one of those highy and witchy ones - erupted from the phone as Macklin settled beside his sister on the floor, their shoulders and knees bumping together.
“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up,” he grumbled. “Laugh at the poor sucker who was concerned for his baby sister.” He focused on Charlie once more, his gaze narrowing as he took stock of her properly.
“What’s going on, Chuckles?” he asked softly. “Why are you so miserable?”
Charlie kept staring down at her palms instead of answering, and only then did Macklin notice the angry red streaks along her legs where she had clearly been scratching at her skin. His expression immediately softened.
Without another word, he looped an arm around his sister’s shoulders and tugged her gently against him, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he resigned himself to waiting out her silence. Charlie melted into his side easily, the way she always had since they were little.
From the phone on the floor, Sloane stayed quiet too. Macklin could practically feel her worry through the screen, could see the crease between her brows and the tense purse of her lips. Eventually Charlie let out a shaky breath.
"Christian is being mean again,” she whispered miserably. The word mean triggered something in Macklin. She sounded all of five years old again, complaining when the boys weren’t allowing her to play with them, fat tears falling down her face as she waddled off to their mom. Macklin’s jaw tightened as he looked at Sloane, cataloguing the close of her eyes and tilt of her head away from the camera.
“Charlie, honey,” Sloane began, her voice steady, “his actions are a reflection of him and only him. You are everything I wish I had been at your age. The way you love the people in your life is such a privilege to receive, and if he cannot recognize that, what a pity for him.”
Macklin shifted slightly, tightening his arm around his sister unconciously. “Is he like… actually mean, mean?” he asked carefully, voice lower now. “Or just… stupid boy mean?”
From the phone, Sloane let out a sharp exhale that almost sounded like a chuckle, like she could not help but laugh at his blunder but still appreciated his earnestness.
“I don’t know,” Charlie admitted. “It’s just… sometimes he acts like I am annoying him. And then other times he’s totally fine. And then if I am with other people - other guys - he gets weird about it. Mean weird."
Macklin’s expression changed immediately, something sharper settling behind his eyes. He saw the same change reflected back at him in Sloane's expression, the same bullheaded protectiveness rearing its head.
“Truly a tragedy,” Sloanes eyes with steel, “because he is missing out on a pretty perfect human being.”
3. Robyn
Macklin’s mom got in these moods sometimes.
Macklin liked to think of them as the byproduct of four incredibly busy children and one incredibly busy husband who were seldom all in the same place at the same time.
The late-summer sun was setting behind them as she corralled the family into the kitchen of their house by the coast. Late July was always strange for Robyn. Soon hockey and basketball and tennis would pull her entire family in opposite directions for the school year, and the warmth of summer would become a distant memory meant to tide them over in the cold.
Robyn Celebrini had endured a lot of sacrifice to keep the people she loved happy. Years of carpools and exhaustion and changing homes and schools and friends. Early mornings and late nights and calendars so packed they barely fit on the fridge. She would do just about anything to keep her smile reflected on each of her children’s faces.
Rick and she had reached an understanding years ago: he could push and push, but she would always be the safe place their family landed. Her husband, God love him, was a hard ass. He knew it just as well as anyone. But his one undeniable soft spot would always be her. Her and the family they had built together.
So when Robyn wanted one night away from lab reports and PT and emails and training blocks, he humored her without complaint. He simply shut his laptop, kissed her cheek, and trudged upstairs to gather the kids.
Macklin and RJ were perplexed when they came downstairs to the sound of a familiar voice echoing through the kitchen.
“It’s so easy, Mrs. Celebrini, I promise! My dad and I got really into it over Covid, much to my Uncle Nate’s chagrin. Focaccia is super simple, you just have to let it rest.” The familiar chirp floated from the iPad propped against the counter, and Macklin felt an involuntary, boyish grin tug at his lips.
“Sup, Crosby,” he called as he entered the kitchen. “Is she bothering you?” His mom rolled her eyes as Macklin wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Sloane felt warmth spread through her chest at the sight. She could not help but think Rick’s genes had not even tried when mother and son stood side by side.
“Absolutely not. If anything, I was hassling your poor mom to try out this new olive oil I found,” Sloane admitted. “She and my mom were talking last week while I was making focaccia in the background. She called to ask for the recipe so she could make it for your ungrateful self.” Her eyes narrowed playfully through the screen.
“Hey, watch it,” Macklin replied, smirking as he pressed a kiss to his mom’s cheek. “I am plenty grateful for this lady.” Robyn’s eyes twinkled as she observed their dynamic. She could not remember the last time she had seen Macklin this animated. The sweet, excitable boy she knew had grown into someone far more reserved and driven as he got older. Always chasing the next thing, the next team, the next record, the next expectation placed on his shoulders. It was good to see him slowing down this summer.
“I fear I bothered her for nothing, though,” Robyn admitted with a small pout. “Apparently the dough takes a few hours to rest, so it would not even be ready in time for dinner anyway. I just thought it would be fun for us to make together. A family project.”
Rick handed his wife a glass of wine, smiling dryly as he took in the various states of disarray currently occupying his kitchen counters: half-cut vegetables, an open box of pasta, and RJ and Aiden attempting to steal cheese when they thought no one was looking.
“I think maybe it’s best to stick with what we know if you want any of us to be of help to you in the kitchen, honey. Nobody can afford to have food poisoning right now, and RJ looks one misplaced knife away from bleeding into the sauce.” Sloane let out a laugh at RJ’s indignation as his older siblings cackled.
“Well, I will let y’all get to it then. Send me a picture of whatever y’all end up making?” Sloane called. Rick smiled as he said,
“Thanks for trying to help out where you could, kid. We still on for next Tuesday?”
“Yes! Thank you for taking the time, Mr. Celebrini, I really appreciate it!” Macklin looked quizzically at his dad, but the older man was too busy waving goodbye alongside his wife to notice his confusion.
While Sloane did not end up receiving a picture that night, she did end up receiving one a couple of days later. A picture of a pan of focaccia, albeit a bit misshapen and pale, sat proudly on the counter.
I know you helped him out with this. Thanks honey for making the time, it was delicious!
A second text followed just moments later.
Please ignore the fact that my son used pre-shredded parmesan.
4. Rick
Having a sports medicine legend for a dad came with quite a few perks, if Macklin could say so himself.
Rick had owned the facility in North Vancouver for years, and while Macklin had excellent trainers his entire life, there was no one he trusted more than his dad. It was never uncommon for him to ask for second copies of scans from team trainers just so Rick could look them over too. And when he was home, even when his father could be overbearing sometimes, there was still no one else Macklin would rather go to.
Connor, Fraser, and Macklin had just arrived at the facility for recovery work when Macklin realized his dad was nowhere to be found. When he spotted Dr. James and Dr. Patel on the floor instead, with Jack and Elizabeth assisting nearby, his confusion only deepened. He had mentioned coming in that morning over breakfast, and he was 95% sure his dad was paying attention when he said it.
Macklin tugged his bag higher onto his shoulder as he scanned the clinic again.
“Your dad ditch you?” Fraser asked dryly.
“Apparently,” Macklin muttered.
Jack looked up from where he was organizing resistance bands and immediately brightened.
“Hey Mack! Your dad is in his office,” he called. “He told me to tell you and whoever you were bringing to meet him in there today. Wanted to go over target centers and whatever before you guys started today.”
The trio exchanged shrugs as they began walking up the stairs toward his office. As they got nearer, Mack heard Rick . . . speaking softly?
“It’s okay to not have it figured out right now. You are going to a great school, and you are going to gain great experiences. What’s important right now is gaining experience and seeing what you don’t like.” Macklin startled to a stop. Who was he even talking to?
“I know, and I truly am so grateful for the opportunity to shadow you come September. I have only shadowed orthopedic surgeons so far and I would love to see sports medicine from the recovery side. I’m just . . . overwhelmed, I guess?” came the familiar voice.
Sloane.
“I have always had a plan,” she admitted, “and this feels like a moment in which I don’t.” Mack felt his heart slow to a crawl. He had never heard anything but confidence from the girl, someone always so determined and sure of everything. Hearing her uncertainty made him feel unsteady in a way he could not quite place.
Macklin didn’t notice Connor and Fraser catching up behind him until the latter knocked on the doorframe.
“One second Sloane, come in boys,” the doctor called. The trio stepped into the office, Connor and Fraser slightly startled to find Rick mid-call.
“Sorry to interrupt, Dr. Celebrini,” Fraser said quickly, ever polite. “We had no clue you were on a call.” Macklin barely heard him. He was focused on the blonde on the screen, cataloguing every expression flickering across Sloane’s face. For once, he decided he did not like what he was seeing. Uncertainty and anxiety written plainly on there, out of place on her extraordinary face.
“We were just wrapping up anyways,” Sloane said quickly, her voice a little too bright. Rick narrowed his eyes in concern, and Macklin felt his throat tighten, only half registering Connor’s elbow nudging him.
Is that who I think it is? Connor mouthed.
Macklin shot him a look. Yes. No. Shut up.
“Do you mind if we continue this conversation later next week, Sloane?” Rick asked gently. “And I do mean that. I just promised these guys we would talk through some stuff today.”
“Of course,” she said immediately, smiling again like she was trying to smooth over the moment. “Thank you for even making the time today. It was nice to meet you guys!” she added, glancing toward Connor and Fraser through the screen. Connor lifted a hand awkwardly in greeting.
Fraser nodded. “Yeah nice to meet you.”
Macklin mustered up what he hoped was a casual smile and wave as she ended the call, but his eyes immediately crossed to his dad as the man closed his laptop. Rick leaned back in his chair, expression unreadable in that way that usually meant Macklin was not going to get anything out of the man he did not already want him to know.
“Alright,” Rick said, crashing into Macklin's ruminations as he stood. “Target centers. Let’s get into it.”
+1 Mack
“I say you just ask him. The absolute worst thing he could say is no,” Anjani punctuated across the phone. Sloane groaned into her hands.
“But that is the problem. I do not want to ask,” she whined. “This feels like a humiliation ritual. And before you start, I know I signed up for it.” She cut off the beginning of Sophia’s inevitable “you joined a sorority to make friends” speech before it could even fully form in her imagination. Sloane knew that, goddammit. But in no part of that experience did she receive a handbook on asking guys to date parties.
“First off, I am right about that, thank you very much. And you aren’t even asking a random stranger or new friend. You’re asking Macklin, who you have been flirting - ” Sophia began.
“Not flirting,” Sloane cut in immediately. Anjani and Sophia exchanged an exasperated look across the country.
“ - flirting with all summer,” Anjani continued without missing a beat. “He is into you. And if he isn’t, screw it. At least you go as friends and you show up with an NHL player as arm candy.”
“It is just the thought of even giving a hint that I find him attractive that is the problem here,” Sloane groaned.
“Well, you do, so what is the problem?” Anjani shot back.
“Yeah, but he does not need to know that!” Sloane shrieked as her friends erupted into peals of laughter. Sloane couldn’t help but laugh along with them, feeling the sting of distance through the phone. They went to school together, two hours away from her childhood home. Here she was, across the country, still clinging onto them for advice like nothing had really changed. As if they could sense where her thoughts were drifting, their expressions softened.
“I personally think you should just try,” Sophia said more gently this time. “Because selfishly, I am glad there is someone I know will take care of you there. First college date party, going out in the city… I would feel better knowing it is with someone who would have your best interests at heart.” Sloane couldn’t help but pout, she truly had the best friends in the whole wide world.
“Aww, Soph, you big softie. I know you loved me deep down,” she needled. Sophia rolled her eyes with barely disguised affection and clapped her hands.
“Now chop-chop, I better get a text within this hour that this is a go,” she said pointedly as they exchanged goodbyes. Sloane closed her laptop and looked around her silent dorm. Time to rip the band-aid off.
She watched as the phone rang, a pit slowly forming in her stomach. As the rings continued, she began to doubt herself.
What was she doing?
What if he was still at practice?
This is a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea.
Just as she was about to cancel the call, the connecting icon switched onto the screen. She felt a surge of panic and quickly smoothed her hair, suddenly hyper-aware of her appearance.
“Sorry, I was at lift. What’s up?” Macklin frowned as he looked at her expression. Sloane closed her eyes and bit her lip.
Rip off the band-aid.
“WouldyouliketogotomydatepartywithmenextFriday?” she blurted.
“Woah, slow down.”
“I know you probably have a game or Will or something, so never mind, thanks, bye.”
“Hey, knock it off. Slow down and say it one more time,” he said calmly. “I could not understand a word you said.” Sloane took a deep breath, willing herself to be the outspoken young lady she normally was. She fixed him with a mildly haughty look.
“Would you like to come to my date party with me next Friday?”
Otter depressed. Roope dead. Miro half dead. Nils almost died. Bastian broken. Mikko either lying off his ass or he just truly burned out. Seggy is just half bionic man at this point with all his repairs. 14 might dip. Mavy is just happy to be here. and Robo is great at golf. Sure sure. We're all fine
Wait I’m literally so invested in Sidney and Rowan of the crumbs we have of them
Grad Party SZN!!!
macklin celebrini x sloane crosby au
Rowan Crosby was a lot of things. She was a hockey player, a coach, a mother, a daughter, a wife. The one thing she absolutely was not was a party planner.
For most of her children’s lives, she had happily been the Venmo mom, not the classroom mom, and if the past month had taught her anything, it was that this had been a stellar parenting decision on her part. Her eldest baby was graduating high school at the end of the month, and Rowan was having a hard time coming to terms with that. And much to her frustration, she was having an even harder time planning the graduation party.
She could remember, clear as day, turning to Caroline with shaking hands as she flipped the test over nineteen years ago. She remembered hunching over the sink in their tiny dorm bathroom, promptly puking her guts out. She remembered walking into practice the next morning unable to look her father in the eye.
Then family dinner that night, her stomach in knots. Her mother setting down a plate of her grandma’s meatballs before Rowan immediately went green, the smell of meat and oil wreaking havoc on her stomach. The look on her mom’s face when she figured it out before anyone else, the exact same expression she wore years earlier whenever Tony’s mom tried to feed Angie during pregnancy. The astonishment that washed over across her brothers’ faces when she finally admitted it. Her father’s silence.
And then puking her guts out on the kitchen tile all over again.
Her father was absolutely beside himself.
“I am going to kill that kid. How the flying fuck could he think this was acceptable? That is my kid. My daughter.” His voice carried easily through the house, his accent getting rougher the more agitated he became. “I do not care if he is the second coming of hockey Jesus. She has her whole life ahead of her. College. Her twenties. All of it. And now she is left with this responsibility because he could not keep it in his pants?”
From upstairs, curled up on her bed with tear-stained cheeks and nausea still rolling in her stomach, Rowan could hear every word. Then came her mother’s laugh, soft and bright against the storm of her father’s anger.
“Oh, please,” she said. “You adore that boy, and you know it. And why are you acting like she was not also an adult responsible for her own decisions? This is just as much our daughter’s mess as it is his.”
“Well yes, Angie, but let a father live in peace thinking his little angel is still his little angel. For God’s sake, woman, have I not suffered enough tonight?” Her mother could not help but snort.
“They have been dating since they were fifteen years old. They went to boarding school together. They love each other. He got drafted this summer.” A pause. “You are a smart man. Do the math on that one, sweetheart.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you do not.” A beat.
“No, I do not.” Then the bedroom door shut, followed immediately by her mother’s startled shriek and a burst of laughter.
Rowan rolled over in bed, staring blankly at the wall as their voices dissolved into muffled murmurs downstairs. Their conversation had brought up one point she had been willfully ignoring all day. How in the world was she supposed to tell Sid?
SMACK.
She startled violently back into the present as the very man in question walked into their kitchen with a flourish, her ass smarting from his greeting as he made his way toward the fridge to assemble his protein shake.
“Seriously?” She raised a brow, though she failed to suppress her smile. Sid only smirked as he shook the bottle, and damn him if she still did not feel it all the way to her toes, even when he smelt something awful. He could still make her knees weak, the same way he had all those years ago in the Shattuck common room. Sidney Crosby had put a spell on Rowan Granato twenty-two years ago, and apparently not much had changed since.
“Had to interrupt whatever war you were fighting in your head,” he said with a chuckle. “If I let you think for too long, somehow things start becoming my problem.” He was clearly recalling her laundry-related meltdown from the week before, so Rowan promptly threw a dish towel at his head.
“And to think,” she deadpanned, “people say romance is dead.” He slid onto the counter beside her, pressing a kiss to her head as he scanned her admittedly meager party checklist. He hummed as she complained about his “stench,” ignoring her squeaks of protest as he briefly pressed his armpit toward her face.
“I cannot believe our baby is graduating high school,” he said quietly. Rowan softened at the admission, her half-hearted attempts to shove him away fading. She turned and tucked herself under his chin instead.
“I cannot believe we raised that,” she murmured. “Us. Can you? We were so young - too young. And now she is this smart, kind, brilliant young woman. A product of us.” Sidney chortled as she turned back around, wiping away the dampness gathering at the corners of her eyes.
“I can tell you she is all you, honey. All the smarts, all the quips, all the grace. And I cannot forget her inability to have an important conversation without steamrolling straight through it. The ‘my way or the highway’ thing is all you, sweetheart.”
Rowan narrowed her eyes.
“I seem to remember you calling the Penguins office during a morning skate,” he continued, voice warm with amusement. “Insisting I needed to be reached immediately because you had something important to tell me and stopping practice because you were so insistent. I thought Therrien was going to lay an egg”
“I had finally worked up the courage and I did not want to lose it! Watch it, mister. Her need for perfection is all you. All the time.” she protested.
She acquiesced, however, the smile in his eyes always softening her, “Her work ethic, her humility - those are all you too.”
Sidney was overcome by a wave of affection for his wife. His constant in life for as long as he could remember, the person who had been there through nearly all of his formative years. In many ways, they really had been two kids raising kids. He gathered her into another hug, the two of them looking at each other with barely disguised fondness.
“Now,” she said, kissing his chest, “you better help me with this list because come hell or high water, she is having a wonderful grad party.”
Later that month, after many late nights and bottles of wine shared in their party-planning frustration, their daughter was beaming as she looked around the house.
“Oh my goodness, this is perfect, Mom. You guys killed it.” Sloane’s eyes traced across the backyard as she took everything in. Decorations filled the space, food spread across long tables, and the patio was draped with friends and family. Tanger was manning the grill with Fleury, beers in hand, laughing between flips of the food. Her dad was deep in conversation with Pat Brisson and her grandfather, while her brothers tried their hardest not to look bored within their circle. Sloane’s friends were scattered across the backyard, playing cornhole and rummaging through the coolers. Her mom’s arms were wrapped around her shoulders as she took it all in, and Sloane covered them with her own hands, squeezing tightly.
“Thank you so much, Mom. I love it. I love you,” she said, smiling. Rowan’s lips wobbled as she saw Sidney’s smile reflected in their daughter’s face. For a moment, she was completely undone, raw at the sight of her baby all grown up. Sloane, however, immediately rolled her eyes. She knew exactly what her mom was thinking.
“No tears. This is a happy moment. Come on, Mommy, let’s go get food.” She dragged her mom toward the drink station, fussing over grenadine as Rowan caught her husband’s eyes across the patio.
Everything stilled. It was just them, like it always was. She offered a wobbly, sincere smile, and his eyes crinkled as he took her in. The same look they had shared since they were fifteen, back when they were teenagers in boarding school. The same look they still shared now, as parents of three.
fin.
SORRY FOR THE WAIT Y’ALL!!! School is out for the summer #thankyoulord so will be working on cranking out writing! Please send in requests 💗
I love this request because I feel like it shows what love Sloane has been modeled her entire life!!
Over 70 brands are offering free stuff to the women's team for their celebration with Flava Flav. Airlines, resorts, five star restaurants, attractions, and just swag. It's a beautiful karma that the men's team, after laughing at a "joke" belittling and mocking the women as an afterthought get their party at some Miami bar, McDonald's with a senile old man, and to sit through an hour political speech. Meanwhile the women are going on an all expense paid, luxury weekend in Vegas ballin out because so many have come to stand with them in repudiation of their disrespect.
The literal city of Denver offered to host them a whole championship parade! I’m glad to see women and allies take a stand together like this, restores a little of my faith in humanity ❤️
you've found me at a very swedish time of my life | insta
macklin celebrini x sloane crosby au
sloanecrosby highly recommend dating your dad's liney #twofer!
charliecelebrini my twin ily 💗
sloanecrosby my baby i wanna put you in my pocket
anjani_c keeping it cute and classy my baby!!!!!!
sophia.tran #HARDMFLAUNCH
jamescrosby 2/10
user1 what in the actual hell
laurenroper iktr
spittenchiclets still processing this caption
user2 macklin celebrini holy shit
user3 i would pay for a seat at their family dinners
rowcrosby beautiful my girl!
sloanecrosby momma
mackcelebrini hey scoobs how's the za?
user4 he cannot be serious
sloanecrosby nacho bad, nacho bad
mackcelebrini 🤍🤍🤍
mackcelebrini always an honor, thank you canada!
sawyercrosby sling shady
brendanbrisson this is really weird for me
user1 BRENDAN LMFAO
user2 do not under any circumstances drop james he is the kraken's only hope
emptynetters MACKLIN MF CELEBRINI
willsmith_2 🃏🃏🃏
user3 sidney crosby's daughter dating macklin celebrini was NOT on my 2025 bingo card
rjcelebrini OH CANADA
sloanecrosby you've found me at a very swedish time in my life
mackcelebrini and by that she means she spent $78 on swedish candy
user4 they are so cute i love this
sloanecrosby MY GUY 😆
I LOVE how @peachhcs starts off her au's with a social post so this was heavily inspired by her! Go check out her work if you have not - I am a #hannahandjames TRUTHER <3.
If it were up to Sloane Rowan Alexandra Crosby, the last place she would have been that weekend was Las Vegas.
High school graduation had been only days ago, and she had a long weekend of blacking out with her graduating class to look forward to. Instead, her father insisted. Something about all his children flying the nest (not true), her being in and out of town all summer (somewhat true), and her eventual move across the country come August (unfortunately, very true). Even her mother could not dissuade him, as Rowan's attempts at bargaining for a kid-free weekend fell on deaf ears.
Sidney Crosby wanted every member of his family at the 2024 NHL Draft, and he was absolutely insistent on it, much to her annoyance.
So Sloane, got suckered into spending the weekend being herded from event to event while her parents talked shop with everyone they knew in the National Hockey League. To make matters worse, the draft was in Las Vegas, where she could effectively do absolutely nothing all weekend. When she tried to voice this particular frustration, her dad merely raised an eyebrow, quipped, You can try that fake ID I pretend I don’t know about, and cracked a smile at the cackles of her jackass younger brothers.
Needless to say, Sloane was in a stunning mood.
And she knew, deep down, there was not much to truly complain about. She was with her family, her two baby brothers and the best parents in the world. Still, after eighteen years of hockey being the wheel the house turned on, she was getting to be pretty over it.
So when she found herself sitting at the CAA after-party, fresh from rejection at the open bar - Maybe next time, kid - she could not help but ruminate on her current predicament. The Hughes brothers and their various cronies clustered near the bar, while Pat Brisson talked shop with her mom across the room. Maybe she could convince Brendan to get her a drink?
It was well enough into the evening that people were decidedly in their cups, which meant no one else looked quite as bored as she felt. No one, that is, except little RJ Celebrini, tucked into a corner like an afterthought. He alternated between scrolling his phone, glancing up every few minutes, and sighing before dropping his gaze back to the screen. He looked like he would rather be anywhere else than this snoozefest.
Suddenly, Sloane was not so bored anymore. She grabbed her purse and slipped her heels back on, marching in the direction of the kid. From the outside looking in, people may fear for the 11 year old, but Sloane Crosby was on a mission.
"What do you say we ditch and get ice cream," she asked. RJ went slack-jawed in disbelief, like he could not belief that those words even came out of her mouth.
"My mom says stranger danger," he shot back.
“Oh, you punk,” Sloane grinned. “We met like an hour ago, remember? With my two annoying little brothers.”
“The only annoying Crosby sibling I am seeing right now is standing right in front of me,” he said, though his grin gave him away. She had him.
She messed with his hair before dragging him to his feet, making sure she had her card and phone.
“Wait! Take me with you!” Charlie pleaded from several feet away. “I cannot sit here anymore, and a mint chip on a chocolate cone is calling my name.” Sloane could not help but crack a toothy grin.
Looking back at RJ she drawled, “What do you say, buddy? Can Charlie tag along?”
RJ shrugged. “I mean, I guess. But that means I get two scoops.”
Charlie rolled her eyes, but bit back a smile. Linking elbows with Sloane, the trio paused when they were met with the intimidating gaze of Rick Celebrini, bottle of Bud in hand.
“Now where are the three of you sneaking off to?” he asked, though his eyes were twinkling.
“Hi, Mr. Celebrini,” Sloane said brightly. “I was wondering if I could take Charlie and RJ out for ice cream. I think all three of us could use a treat.”
“Suck up,” RJ muttered under his breath. Charlie pinched him. Sloane decided to give her a covert high five behind his back.
Rick was far too buzzed to admonish his children, so he simply slipped Charlie a couple of bills, patted RJ on the back, and reminded them to keep their phones on. They made for the door like gangbusters, the promise of ice cream and sugar hastening their steps. The girls searched up a few options, effectively drowning out RJ’s whining, until they found the perfect place.
Sloane, ever a creature of habit, ordered chocolate chip cookie dough with whipped cream and sprinkles in a cup. RJ, as promised, was granted two scoops of double chocolate with fudge in a cone, and sweet Charlie asked for her classic order. When Charlie went to pay for her and RJ, Sloane gently pushed her hand out of the way.
“Absolutely not. This is my treat. You guys save that for something else.”
Charlie playfully glared, then turned to RJ, who had somehow managed to house an entire scoop in the meantime.
“What do we say RJ?”
“Thank you, Sloane!” the siblings chirped.
Sloane pouted. They really were the cutest. The three of them settled onto a small bench outside, happily working through their scoops, when RJ’s self-control finally slipped.
“So what is it like being Sidney Crosby’s daughter?”
Sloane could not help but chuckle; she could bet money he had been sitting on that one for a while.
“RJ! You can't just ask that,” Charlie cried, already turning toward Sloane with an apology on the tip of her tongue. Sloane waved her off before she could speak. She knew exactly what it felt like to have blunt little brothers.
“Well, RJ, being Sidney Crosby’s daughter is pretty special,” she started. “But I would have to say being Rowan Crosby’s daughter is even better.” She smirked as the pair giggled.
She shifted the conversation easily, asking Charlie about tennis and RJ about bantam. Time flew by, the younger two hanging on to her every word. RJ would never admit it, but he had been quietly thrilled when she came over earlier. And the fact that she was kind, funny, and smart made him forget about the whole daughter-of-his-idol thing. Well, almost forget.
Before they knew it, Charlie’s phone began to buzz. Robyn was calling to ask what time they planned on getting back to the hotel, mentioning that the family was turning in for the night. The trio tossed their napkins, gathered their things, and started the walk back. The sun had long since set, so Sloane made a point to keep RJ and Charlie close. Until RJ broke into a sprint, of course.
“RJ, wait up!” she called.
“MACK!” he shouted, crashing straight into the arms of his older brother outside the hotel.
Sloane let out a relieved breath as Charlie sped to catch up to her siblings. From a few steps back, Sloane took in the scene: there he was, the first overall pick of the NHL Draft, being used as a jungle gym by his little brother while effortlessly slinging his sister’s purse over his shoulder.
The bluster from earlier in the day was gone. The hard eyes and stiff shoulders had softened, giving way as he gathered his siblings into his arms. When his gaze lifted, it met Sloane’s over RJ’s head, bright green and warm with delight.
He was super, duper cute.
Sloane noticed. From a purely objective point of view, of course. Tall, dark hair, legs built from hours of skating. She could feel heat creeping into her cheeks. Macklin smiled and looked down at his siblings.
"Do you guys want to introduce me to your new friend?" she asked once she was in earshot of the trio. Her face cooled instantly. She could not believe the gall, the asshole had met her not a few hours ago! Charlie, ever eager to humble her older brother raised a brow.
"That's Sloane, we met her and her family earlier today. The names Sidney and Rowan Crosby ring a bell?" Macklin blanched, caught, his confident smile shifted into to something less flirtacious.
"Right. Sorry, a lot of new names and faces today," he said sheepishly. Sloane was sufficently annoyed now, she did not need to know she was just another name and face thank you very much. She turned to Charlie and RJ, reaching out for hugs from the pair.
"Alright well, I guess this is goodbye then you two. I had so much fun with the you, can I have your instagrams? So we can keep in touch?" Charlie and RJ preened, the pride that comes with a cool, older kids wanting to keep in touch with you, and eagerly exchanged phones. Macklin stood, silent behind them, now feeling very silly with Charlie's shoulder bag.
On their way up to the family suite, the younger ones turned to their brother and smirked.
"My name is Macklin Celebrini, first overall pick, first in pissing pretty girls off," mocked RJ. Charlie couldn't help but chuckle.
"That was your game plan? Forget her name? Real smooth Mackie." Mack shoved them into the elevator, groaning as the door slid shut.
"You guys couldn't help your big brother out? Throw me a bone maybe."
"The bone couldn't have saved you bud that was brutal" RJ replied gleefully.
Sloane Crosby. The name stuck. Out of a day filled with hundreds of introductions, hers was the only one that lingered. Long hair, longer legs, but it was her smile that made her unforgettable. One of those smiles that made people double-take. One that made you feel seen, warm, like you were the only person in the room. He couldn't get her out of his head if he tried.
Opening the suite door, his siblings practically ran into the room, overwhelming their mom with overlapping tales of their night with the marvelous older girl. Robyn quietly listened, hearing all about how the Sloane listened to their stories and asked questions and the chocolate concoction that somehow made its way to RJ's collar, sharing a smile with her husband.
"Well sounds like you guys had a lot of fun, huh" the blonde observed.
"She was awesome! But she didn't let us pay, said it was her treat" frowning Charlie pulled out the crumpled bills her dad gave her. Rick smiled and leaned into RJ's hug.
"That was very nice of her, I trust you said thank you?" He arched a firm brow. The pair nodded, running off to get ready for bed upon their mother's urging. Rick and Robyn turned to each other, whispering in the way parents do, quiet enough to be heard.
“Sloane Crosby, huh? She seems to have made quite an impression,” Rick murmured.
“Oh, hush,” Robyn replied fondly. “What a lovely young lady. You can tell she gets it from her parents. Her mom and I were talking earlier and guess where she is headed in the fall?”
Rick hummed. “Where?”
“Stanford. Biochemistry. Apparently she wants to go into sports medicine.” Robyn glanced at him pointedly. “I may have mentioned you would be more than happy to talk with her.”
Rick huffed, kissing her forehead. “Always happy to sign me up for more work.”
Dodging her playful swat, he turned to Macklin. “Close to you in the fall, huh, Mackie? Might be nice to get in touch.” He raised his eyebrows innocently.
“Yeah, Mack, you should definitely get in touch,” Aiden added, unable to help himself. Macklin barely gave him a warning before tackling him to the floor, Aiden’s chortle turning into full-blown laughter.
Three floors up, similar conversations were unfolding with another family.
James and Saylor had somehow convinced Kent Hughes to make a TikTok - a feat truly only they were capable of - and the siblings were now piled on the floor, cackling at the video frame by frame.
“I cannot believe you guys swindled poor Kent into doing that,” Rowan called from the bathroom. Her dad huffed from his place on the bed.
“I can. He was three sheets to the wind before nine p.m.”
Sloane snorted. Sidney Crosby could pretend to be above it all, but he loved these family debriefs more than anyone. Rowan’s smile could be heard when she shot back, “And you, old man? I saw you switch to water before the sun went down.”
“Why don’t you come over here and I can show you just how old I am,” her dad called.
“Ew.”
“Gross.”
“Can we not” came the chorus from the pile of limbs on the floor, the collective disgust palpable. Sloane's mom joined her husband on the bed, her attention shifting to her eledest who had been notably absent of the night.
"What about you kiddo, what did you get up to with the Celebrini kids?" Rowan shifted up to sit against the TV stand, finally losing interest in whatever nonsense her brothers were concocting on Sawyer's phone.
"Went and got ice cream. They were such cute kids, mommy, oh my goodness. Charlie is only a couple years younger than me but she going on the junior tennis tour for Canada. RJ was just precious, he's apparently playing up two years in bantam this season," Sloane recalled. Rowan smiled and recounted the conversation she had with their mom, Robyn, through the course of the night.
"You know, she mentioned that you should speak to Rick about sports medicine. Maybe he could have good insights for you! And" in a truly god-awful attempt at being subtle, added " since Macklin is going to be so close to you come fall, maybe you guys should connect."
Sloane thought briefly of their interaction outside the hotel and knew there was absolutely no universe in which she was getting in touch with that man. Still, she could not bring herself to stifle her mom’s excitement.
"Maybe! Speaking with Mr. Celebrini would be - " an Instagram notification cut off her thought.
@mackcelebrini requested to follow you
FIRST FIC FOR THE BABIES (send in what y'all want to see more of/next!)
born February 26th, 2006 a true february picses <3
daughter of Sidney Crosby and an OC Rowan Granato!
rowan granato is the daughter of tony granato, a famed usa hockey and wisconsin badgers womens coach - he even coached pittsburgh at a point!
it was big headline back in the day, canada’s promised one dating, much less having a baby with the american golden girl when they were like 19
her parents are as close as you can probably get to hockey royalty so when so when she promptly decided she wanted nothing to do with sport at the age 8 she gave the pair early grays
she’s the eldest of 3, with two younger brothers 2 (james) and 3 (sawyer) years younger than her (irish twins, her poor mother), they both continued the family tradition (and are looking to be top prospects!)
the siblings are super, duper close
they all kind of run in the same crowd at school, similar friend groups and parties and hangouts and everyone knows the three of them are super tight
she is 100% more book smart than hockey smart, and that reflects in her goals and passions in life
she is super passionate about sport medicine, and spent all 4 years of highschool as a student athletic trainer and shadowing the penguins doctors when she could
shes going to be a biochemistry major on the pre-med track at stanford in the fall #gocardinals
grew up with two really close friends, sophia and anjani, and has had them her entire life, like kindergarten and all
extremely loyal, maybe even to a dangerous degree, to the people in her life - her family, her friends, the people she cares for
it was a big deal for her, to pick stanford over upenn, to pick the west coast over the east, to pick palo alto over philadelphia, which would be with her childhood friends just a drive away from her childhood home
it was the first time in her life she chose the uncomfortable choice, the one she was not 100% sure about before she committed to it - BIG step for the girl
she loves all things lavender, blue-raspberry flavored, and laundry scented
her favorite music is folk country (hates morgan wallen with a passion) but she loves 21 savage and pretty much any and all t-swizzle!
does not really have a super distinct style yet, dresses like all teenage girls do - lots of brandy and aritzia! but loves stealing vintage accessories and pieces from her mom's closet
Macklin Richard Celebrini | @mackcelebrini
born June 13th, 2006 a gemini !
born and brought up in North Vancouver, British Colombia so you can bet your bottom dollar the boy loves Sidney Crosby
the second son of Richard Celebrini and Robyn Celebrini, a true middle child
has one older brother, aiden, and two little siblings, sister charlie and brother rj
family moved to the states when his dad, rick, took the director of sports medicine for the golden state warriors
super close with the fam, his dad serves as his trainer as well as his performance coach in the off-seasons (shout out the hill story)
mommas boy and proud <3
macklin has played a lot of hockey in the states, even went to the same prep school Shattuck as sloane's dad for a period of time!
went to the ushl to play for the steel, then to Boston University a whole year early to play in the NCAA
funny and kind and occasionally combustable - the athletic
has high expectation for himself and the people around him (where the combustable comes in)
grew up skating with connor bedard and now has summer skates with him and other vancouver natives (kent johnson, fraser minten, etc)
hockey has pretty much been his entire life since he could remember, had girlfriends and flings and whatever, but hockey has always taken precedent over anything else
lake boy, grew up on one and will forever prefer it to the beach
loves country music, especially morgan wallen (she can fix him, no really she can)
love hot cocoa, the color blue, and has a special appreaciation for all things sloane crosby
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