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"Relax. You're gonna be on Smith like a tiger on a pumpkin full of raw meat before you know it." Nate declares cheerfully.

Mack winces. Sid doesn't even look up from where he's sacked out on the couch with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a joint. ("I'm old. Body hurts. I need my medicine. You want a hit?" He'd yawned to Will, who cringes every time he thinks of the way he'd squeaked when Sid brought out his stash box.)

"But I've never... I just don't want to embarrass myself." Mack mumbles, anxiously checking the door to make sure Will hasn't come back from his Chipotle run.

"You're overthinking it. Just go with the flow."

"But-"

"The insecurity in this room is unbelievable right now." Sid sighs, with an exaggerated noise of irritation. He very dramatically and obviously mutes Trailer Park Boys on the TV and sits up, turning to give Mack a scrutinizing look before nodding. "You're a good looking kid. If I were younger or you were older, I'd run you through the basics."

"Oh my god, I am begging you to stop talking!"

#ficcins #willmack #wip #young love is a beautiful thing alright?#so is sid stoned and watching tpb #while telling a completely in agreement nate that ricky could get it #will gets put in time out when he says he'd climb julian like a tree and don't you guys know him #one day i will stay focused on a singular project #no i won't #you are talking to the fabled hot chip eating liar right here

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: in a room where you do what you don't confess Chapter Title: you do something to me, that my eyes don't see at a glance

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Hockey RPF

Pairing: Macklin Celebrini/Will Smith/Sidney Crosby

Characters: Macklin Celebrini, Will Smith, Sidney Crosby

Word Count: 858

Summary:

Sid supposes it was crazy, actually accepting when Mack wanted him for the winner’s room. Certainly Tanger and Geno found it the peak of hilarity while the rest of the team mostly alternated between not my business and completely and utterly gobsmacked. He feels a little coat hangered himself. He’s never seen Mack that way.

And seen Mack he has. Even for a kid that grew up in a locker room environment where modesty is hard to maintain, he had no shame. Walked around Sid’s house in nothing but his boxers all the time. That’s nothing new, so does Nate… but Nate isn’t consistently standing in front of the refrigerator at 3 AM eating shredded cheese and dressed in a t-shirt and nothing else.

(Not consistently but it’s happened.)

Notes: Everything is made up and reality doesn't matter.

#ficcins #macklin celebrini/will smith/sidney crosby #willmack #getting there anyway #willmacksid #712 #71287 #simmy frobby: no fucks given #hockey rpf #hockey fic #hockey slash

So... Will Smith nearly murders Sidney Crosby because he's HEARD Crosby takes beginners, rookies whisper about it to each other all the time, but he needs to keep his grimy rookiefucker paws to himself because that's HIS Mack.

Poor Nate makes noises only dogs can hear at this revelation and thinks maybe it's time to skip Sid's new rolling papers he just got and go straight to the dab rig because that is the only way to deal with that confession.

"How do you deal with your best friend climbing on every rookie except you?" Will asks bitterly.

"Not every rookie." Sid yawns. He's shirtless in gray sweatpants and the sun is hitting those grays just right. Judging by the way he's squinting and how he makes tracks straight for the alka-seltzer and washes down an edible with it, Nate is going to guess that he's sober enough to know what he's doing and still drunk enough from last night's margaritas to enjoy doing it. "I have standards and a survival instinct."

"Survival instin-"

Nate snorts and pours himself more coffee. "He wanted Luke Hughes but he's terrified of Jack."

"What? Is he protective?"

Sid cackles. "No. I didn't choose him and he's never forgiven me for the insult."

#ficcins #wip #willmack #we'll get there anyway #don't even ask me what stoned sid is doing #he's a beast unto himself #someone come take simmy frobby's dab rig away

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: just like a paperback novel, the kind the drugstore sells

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Hockey RPF

Pairing: Macklin Celebrini/Will Smith

Characters: Macklin Celebrini, Will Smith, Alex Nedeljkovic, Rick Celebrini, Ryan Warsofsky

Word Count: 1677

Summary:

Ten years is gone in the blink of an eye.

Ten years is a lifetime.

Ten years is nothing.

Ten years is an insurmountable distance.

All of these things can be true and right now they are.

Notes: Everything is made up and reality doesn't matter.

Thanks to the folks on the dash for making my bees buzz and filling the morning.

#ficcins #macklin celebrini/will smith #willmack #hockey rpf #hockey slash

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: change my attempt, good intentions

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Hockey RPF

Pairing: Macklin Celebrini/Will Smith

Characters: Macklin Celebrini, Will Smith

Word Count: 977

Summary:

He’s never been with a hooker. That part is an easy read and it’s almost a little charming, the way he flushes and stammers a little. Mack is willing to wager he’s never been with a guy either, that this is a little experiment to see if all those horrible little dreams he’s had and guys he’s checked out really do mean he’s one of those people. That’s fine. He wouldn’t be the first customer that has bought Mack’s services as an experiment. And after all, that’s what he’s there to provide. A service.

Notes: Everything is made up and reality doesn't matter.

#ficcins #macklin celebrini/will smith #idk man i don't even go here they're just so fun #hockey fic #hockey slash #hrpf #hrpf fic

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: now i am no devil but i've got things on my mind

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Hockey RPF

Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin

Characters: Sidney Crosby, Geno Malkin

Word Count: 648

Summary:

"Sid."

“Geno."

Sid doesn't ask how Geno found him because it's really not that important. His best friend just seems to know things and he can track what he wants like a blood hound. Makes him good at their job. Makes him good at a lot of things.

Notes: Everything is made up and reality doesn't matter.

#ficcins #sidney crosby/evgeni malkin #sidgeno #hockey fic #hockey rpf #hrpf #hockey slash #crime au

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: in a room where you do what you don't confess

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Hockey RPF

Pairing: Macklin Celebrini/Will Smith/Sidney Crosby

Characters: Macklin Celebrini, Tyler Toffoli, Ryan Reaves, Alex Nedeljkovic, Will Smith, Sidney Crosby

Word Count: 789

Summary:

“Bold.” Toffoli says wistfully. “I could never. Wish I’d thought of that.”

Reaves is a bit more plain spoken. “He’ll never fucking go for it. Captain’s privilege. He’ll let you down easy though.”

“Tell me you don’t know shit about fuck without telling me you don’t know shit about fuck.” Nedeljkovic, who has a short fuse for his behavior and never misses a chance to shut him down, snaps at Reaves before giving Mack a look that’s very kind with a hint of feral. “Toffoli’s right. Bold. And smart. You picked the right guy.”

Mack has never gone near the winner’s room, not in San Jose or any other city he’s ever played in. For one thing because last year he was frankly terrified of the idea and the team made it known that he was an off limits option his rookie year and by the same token he didn’t participate when he scored that goal against Detroit. For another… he’s a virgin. Not embarrassed of it. Not dancing around it. It’s just first that there never seemed time for it and then there were too many people interested and never knowing which ones you could trust. Not that the team knew that.

No one except Will.

Notes: Everything is made up and reality doesn't matter.