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tightrope (something told me it was you)

23.6k words Summary: When Macklin decided to leave everything behind and disappear, during the first few months, he liked to imagine what he would do if the people he left behind suddenly appeared in front of him. He always went through each member on the team and what they would say. All but one. He did not let himself imagine because he knew it would feel too much like hope. He never let himself think what would he do if Will Smith ever knocked on the door, part his rain-soaked lips to breathe out Macklin's name and then pass out in Macklin's arms.

#willmack #willmack fic #hrpf #can't believe i managed to finish and post the fic #in the end it turned out okay i guess #hrpf fic

loglady1980

credit card baby | 7k, explicit, 1/3

So when Mack sees blonde hair and big eyes and parted lips and he sees Will, twenty-seven, male, grad student, profile picture on a boat somewhere, silver chain glittering on his neck, toned all the way down to his wrists, pretty in a way that makes Mack’s stomach drop about six inches, he clicks on the profile with steady fucking hands. Silky fucking mitts.

darkpurple12

I’ll believe in anything and willmack is my niche

@ sharkssturns on tt

happier ~ ficlet (pt3)

Will is a weak person.

He will surrender to the accusation easily if the result is this — Mack, in his arms; Mack with his eyes closed and body lax; Mack with his lips touching Will's skin above his necklace; Mack with hands gripping Will's t-shirt tight, even in his sleep.

If the outcome of his desperate Please come to me — sent at a time that didn't make sense for neither Boston nor Switzerland because he had been delirious in his heartache to abandon any rhyme or reason — even after two days of silence is Mack's response with a simple thumbs up, his wobbling face when Will picked him at the airport and Mack's prompt falling into Will as soon as the door to the apartment shut, then Will will brand himself the feeble one.

The afternoon light peeks from underneath the bedroom door because he had hurriedly only black outed the bedroom and not the whole apartment. The aircon hums in the otherwise silent room. And Will is staring at the boy asleep in his arms, has been staring at him since Mack had blinked blearily as though he was, too, trying to take in the stock of Will's feature.

"Sleep, Mackie." It had felt suitable to whisper those words, a lump on his throat because it had then hit Will, just how viciously he had been missing this boy, this Mack, his Mack.

After Mack feel asleep, Will thought his sleepless nights would catch up to him, the lightness of his body and the satisfaction of the much desired, added weight would make him follow Mack in the dreams. Yet, here he is now, staring at whatever is visible of Mack because Mack had burrowed in deeper and deeper in his sleep.

Will's whole body is buzzing. His hands are tingling from the need to move over Mack's body, map out each nooks and every crannies, learn the path of each vein, trace over each muscle so he can reassure himself that Mack is indeed back in his arms, that Mack did come to him in the end.

Mack squirms once, twice and wakes up. Will holds his breath, stills his arms and … waits. For something. Anything.

And maybe Will would've given up this hopeless one-way longing long ago if Mack didn't always gave him a reason to hold on.

"I missed you, Willy. It was fucking hard without you." There is no space left between them, still, Mack comes closer. Lips touch him earnestly on the side of his neck then, with a decisive intent. There are no words from Mack after that.

Will takes a hiccuping breath, wets his lips so the whimper that is trying to break out won't escape.

"I miss you too. I was waiting and waiting—", swallowing becomes painful , "Let's not do that again," gathering all his courage, Will whispers, "don't go far from me again."

This time, it is Will who pulls Mack tighter, fists his hands on the back of Will's shirt Mack had changed into before going to sleep, turns his head to the side and buries his face in Mack's hair.

When he places a kiss on Mack's temple, Mack trembles. So, Will does it again. And again. And again.

Tears soak his skin silently. His own, disappears on Mack's hair.

"It's okay, Mackie", Will braves a normal voice, "I've got you, baby. I got you."

Mack answers with another press of wet lips on the underside of Will's chin, just above his Adam's apple.

It is then, Will finally sleeps.

pt.1, pt.2

#willmack #willmack fic #didnt mean for it to become a three part but somehow couldnt stop #they love each other too much to keep hurting #down bad boybesties #hrpf

g17years

the p in pride stands for penguins 💛🏳️‍🌈

egberts

they don't want you to know this but being weird and staying silly really helps you feel young forever

wmhockey

#rpf but i couldn't help but think that particular presser when mack was asked if they did something on will's birthday and denied it, only for the truth to slip out months later that they were allegedly getting drunk and puking together. JUST THE TWO OF THEM. no team dinner, no bringing delly along. just THEM.

also what cat said on her podcast when they were tipsy and trying to figure out how the podcasting thing works (i think it was also around will's birthday week), they were definitely sneaking out to a private room to do god whatever knows what and got caught, and tried to laugh it off as "just snooping." sure, boys!!!!!

will and mack likes to gatekeep the stuff that they do. the dinner books, the book club, the carbonne reservation, the espresso martinis, meeting up in sweden during world's, the stickgate!!!! and even the halifax one... we only ever find out through third-party slips. outside of very evident pr posts and tagged ig posts/joint tiktoks, they are incredibly private.

and honestly, it's the healthiest thing they could do. the nhl and san jose try to sensationalize their chemistry, friendship, or in brodie's words "whatever they consider themselves to be", and while they are good sports about it, they maintain a strict boundary around their personal lives and relationship.

for two guys navigating a very high pressure sport, they have managed to create a genuine sanctuary with one another. they found a safe space in each other where they can grow, have fun, navigate life, and elevate each other both on and off the ice, entirely on their own terms. LOVE THAT FOR THEM HONESTLY

prediction: if they train together this offseason, we won't be hearing it from them. i will be very surprised if they do post each other. we'll likely find out only via a random sighting or a trainer's ig story. let's see if they will make each other's summer dumps lmao

Yes to all of the above! They’re definitely each other’s keepers in every sense of the word. My theory for me though, is that we’d know a lot more about their shenanigans if Mack hadn’t essentially placed a “not up for discussion” clause on whatever it is they have. Because yes, Will Smith is a gatekeeper. This is a man who refuses to reveal the spice blend he uses on his steak. But at least we know the spice blend exists. Will strikes me as someone who enjoys showing off the things he values and letting people admire them from a safe distance, while never actually revealing the specifics. Mack’s a little different. He seems to see their bond as almost sacred, specifically because he’s very well aware of how unusually close and intimate it is.

I always think about that moment on Spittin’ Chiclets when they were asked whether they watched movies on the road. They mentioned their hotel TV was still sitting on the home screen, and Biz joked, “So you guys are just on your phones?” Then he asked if they watched other hockey games. Will had this suspiciously conspiratorial look on his face, like he was about to disagree and accidentally reveal that they spend their time doing literally anything else (the possibilities range from harmless bro wrestling to 50 shades of whatever they consider themselves to be). But before he could chime in, Mack immediately cut in with “Yeah, sometimes we put on a game” and Will visibly reeled it back in. That interaction lives rent free in my head because it perfectly captures their dynamic. Left to his own devices, Will would enjoy deliberately drip feeding interesting tidbits to the masses. Whereas Mack would slam the emergency brakes.

Mack would, in fact, rather perish in a desert than give the public a single crumb of information about what he and Will get up to, or *gasp* what they are to each other. He wears every emotion on his face and feels everything at full volume. I genuinely think he knows that if he opened that lid even a little bit, the whole thing would blow off and he’d end up saying things he’d much rather take to the grave with him. That’s not to say Will loves him any less. I think he adores him. The difference is that Will seems to enjoy people noticing their bond. He likes the admiration, the awe, the collective “wow those two are really something.” There’s a satisfaction in having something special and knowing other people can see it too.

I think that’s also why he seems to enjoy getting asked about Mack so much. Every time it happens, he gets that giant smile, the wide eyes, the flushed cheek. Then, after his body betrays him, he proceeds to answer in the fewest words humanly possible. He keeps a tight lid on those details, because that’s the price of keeping Mack’s trust. And if there’s one thing Will loves more than showing off what he treasures, it’s protecting it.

yugograndprix

мама и папа!

twilightbuckley

Some of my favourite homophobic 2010s sidgeno tweets that sound exactly like rpfing tweets from the 2020s for pride month

wmhockey

Why are we all collectively so fascinated by the WillMack phenomenon? What is this mass psychosis we are all under?

Good question! Whyyy are we all so down bad for the Wackles? Well, I can only speak for myself, but here are some of my reasons:

1. They’re not like other girls

lol no seriously. One of my favourite things about them is how unapologetically unconventional they are by hockey standards. Their hobbies, when they’re together — look away Fratlin Kegbrini of Sidneh Crosbeh fame— mostly consist of curbside sports, playing with children under the age of 12, Catan nights at their Unc’s place, candlelit dinner dates at establishments with dress codes and reservation waitlists, watching rom-coms, reading books and discussing them over brunch, and baking for their coworkers. Or, rather, Will bakes and Mack quality controls the products. It’s like they’re constantly roleplaying as married suburban dads with a nuclear-family lifestyle and a white picket fence, even though they’re basically teenage boys who should be at the clerb getting high.

2. They’re together all the damn time

Their teammates, coaches, parents, and media can all confirm this. And if they’re not physically together, they’re FaceTiming and yearning to be together. Cat says she can count on one hand the number of times she’s had one of them over without the other. Like??? Will’s mom has openly wondered whether they ever get sick of each other, and this is a woman who has watched her son have 1736262 different boybestfriendships. Gabe and Leno literally lived with Will at different points, and Will lives with Matty B in the offseason, but you don’t catch her making the same comments about those friendships. So the amount of time Will spends with Mack must be abnormal even by Will Smith standards. Hell, even Bill Smith Hockey isn’t immune. That man had to spend eight hours a day with his son’s bestie during a visit. Like?

3. You can’t sit with us!

God forbid anyone infringe upon their togetherness. They’re attending a function? Attached at the hip, with Ostapchuk looking into the camera like he’s on The Office. They’re sitting on a plane? The Sharks agree no one would want the middle seat. They’re playing sewer? They’re either giggling and flirting, booting balls at their teammates’ faces to make each other laugh, or ditching team sewer for private sewer. They’re on the bench waiting for their shift? They’re either halfway across each other’s laps, crossing five bodies to get to each other’s laps, or talking over their unfortunate third linemate’s head *cough* Graf *cough* because obviously what they need to say cannot wait, and also is not meant for anyone else’s ears, thank you very much.

4. You had me at hello

I fear they might actually be soulmates. They knew of each other for years, played on rival teams, existed in the same tiny hockey world, kept an eye on each other, and somehow never exchanged a word. Then San Jose gets the 4OA pick, then the 1OA pick, they meet at development camp, and boom: worlds collide, chemistry explodes, souls bond from the first words exchanged. Suddenly they’re pissed they can’t play together. They want their jerseys hanging from the rafters together. They want to move in together, be roommates on the road, have a joint TikTok (RIP wcpsmrc), wear matching costumes, and show up in matching tailored walk-in outfits.

5. Girl, get off him!

No, Toff, you cannot stand close to Mack for “good times.” No, you cannot wrap your arms around Will’s waist during cellys; Mack will physically remove them because that waist is his belt loop. No, Connor Bedard, Mack does not think about you. No, Ekky, Swedish wrestling with Will is not allowed under Mack’s watch. No, Connor McDavid, Will may not be you, but Mack is his significant lover. Like. Do y’all hear yourselves? BFFR.

6. I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

They are constantly hyping each other up, defending each other to the media and their coaches. “Will just needs guys who can play with him.” “You see what a special player he is every night.” “I don’t think you need to worry about Mack’s scoring. He’s our leader.” They play with the utmost joy two people can feel at their place of employment. Every day is a great day when I’m next to you. I’ll stay up all night watching you play at international tournaments and take your calls morning, day, and night until dark circles bloom under my eyes. I won’t support my own country or celebrate in any way, because your pain is my pain, and I stand with you first and foremost. I’ll sign you up for silly little side quests, skip practice to take a midday nap with you while playing white noise so you can sleep, and make a hype reel to remind you who you are and what we can do together. And you’ll do the same for me. You’ll fight for me until the guy who hurt me bleeds. You’ll win the game in my name. You’ll take me shopping the next day and then to a game. You’ll take me out for espresso martinis on my birthday until we’re both sick and commiserating about how much this past month has sucked for us. You’ll drive me to our Unc’s place so I can cuddle their little dog with a blanket wrapped around me, then sneak off to a quiet room with me, giggling and wishing we could share our happiness with the world and go live. And it’s just you and me. It’s always going to be you and me.

And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. It’s rare to witness two people make belonging look that effortless, so I had no choice but to stan.

skz-fins

Macklin kind of looks like a superhero when he plays. It's amazing. Pete Blackburn said he thinks it's funny how everyone's always just like "welp, I sure hope Celebrini saves us again" but it's true! I always feel a sense of relief when he's back on the ice for another shift. I don't even need to see his number most of the time. My eye is just drawn to him flying through everyone else and I feel a boost of energy as a viewer.

The amount of times the puck has gotten scarily close to his own team's goal and he swoops in out of nowhere to bat it away is crazy (and frankly disturbing because he shouldn't have to be playing defenseman and goalie on top of his actual job).

I've heard different youtubers mention that he disappears from opposing defensemen, and that sounded strange at first. Like, what, they suddenly don't notice the most dangerous player on the ice?? But then I've seen it in action. A bunch of action will be happening on one side of the rink and then puck is sliding across and suddenly Celebrini is scoring while everyone stops in bewilderment. The other team has to have 2-3 players harrassing him literally every second because just a little slip of attention and he's already got another goal. And it's hilarious seeing a screenshot of the play after the fact and seeing him standing in an empty space ready and waiting with nobody around to stop him.

cryproudly99

say it once again with feeling chapter 3 (almost 10k) is up!

macklin celebrini/will smith. in progress. updates on thursdays

The Celebrinis and the Smiths have been vacationing together on Cape Cod for fifteen years. Mack and Will complicate things.

several-complaints

The WillMack tag on any given day

👀

writing angst, who do i make experience horrors?

mack

will

Voting ended onJun 5

#willmack #willmack fic

multishippinghussy

On the bright side, there is something endlessly sweet and endearing about Geno and his son getting up at the ass-crack of dawn on the kiddo's birthday to watch Sid play on the other side of the world when they could have slept in.

eevieurs

age old story i knowwww but for me it really is how they choose to make themselves a joined living, breathing organism.

it’s the way they chose to wear each other’s jerseys, the way they chose to post that edit reel, the way they chose to plaster themselves so close together on the ice, the way they chose to match for two halloweens in a row and a team christmas party, the way they chose to put their initials together for an account name like teenage girls giggling at a sleepover, the way they chose to be known as the unit they are.

the unique rightness of “willandmack” being said in the same breath doesn’t come from awestruck announcers or their pr managers’ keen eyes or the loving gaze of the thousands of fans they’ve accumulated. it comes from will and mack, two souls so closely intertwined that it’s impossible to discern where one ends and one starts, just the way they always intended.

that podcast clip of toff saying they need each other, that clip of colleen smith saying they never get sick of each other, rick celebrini saying will is his son’s release, will saying they just have fun and mack saying robyn is so happy for them to just be having fun, the sharks making sure everyone knows they’re lost without each other and have a connection incomparable to anything else :’)

my tweedledumb and tweedledumber <3 the way they always wanted

happier~pt2 (will's pov)

Will wonders if he is a masochist.

He checks his phone again. There are no new notifications. The last Mack(21) at 2 a.m. Boston time is still there in the outgoing call.

It is morning now. His head aches faintly having given up waiting somewhere around the dawn and woken up after what felt like two hours of sleep. Still, the tight grip and the honed attention Will has on his phone doesn't wavers.

He tries to remember the last phone call, the weary expression on Mack, the blotched red cheeks, and eyes cloaked with a faint sheen of tears. Will knew the loss got to Mack, had been waiting for Mack's call even though he was in the middle of a family gathering. He had been smiling and laughing, but the amount of times he had checked the screen of his phone for new notification has been so much that even Grace had called him out. Will had no excuse. He had been worried.

But when Mack called, faked a smile and ended the facetime hurriedly, it had taken everything in Will not to book a flight to Switzerland, the charity softball be damned.

Will had convinced himself that Mack was coming back to him anyway, whatever the result of one last game. He had recited He will come back to you over and over again to have some semblance of control.

When even the bronze medal game was lost, the hollowed out expression on Mack had griped his heart in a vice. Will wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around Mack and hide him away, provide comfort with his words, his touch, any way he knows how.

Will had been waiting, for the call, the 'You did good. I am and will always be proud of you' ready, a joke or two prepared so he could at least see a little smile before he had to go for the charity game.

But the call didn't come. When the game ended, he couldn't reach for his phone fast enough. There was nothing. Hurting and worried, he had dialed Mack's number the second he was back in his room.

The phone rang. No answer. He tried again. And again. And again. Nothing.

The darkness of 2 a.m. somehow conjured demons of doubt - You can't make him happy. He found someone else who could make him smile.

And selfishly, it hurt.

Because Will wanted it to be him. The only one that got to make Mack smile, laugh so loud the entire tank echoed with it, giggle so bad they could not skate straight and bumped into each other. Will wanted nothing more than to make those green eyes twinkle, to be the reason those laugh lines deepened.

The thought of it being someone else broke his heart. So he had tried to shut his eyes, bury his face in the pillow and go to sleep.

Now in the broad daylight with his phone still silent, those demons seem bigger, larger, more vicious.

You fail to keep his smile.

Will lets the thought in, defenselessly, the willpower to hold on getting weaker and weaker.

Still, he grips the phone. Still, the phone remains silent.

pt.1

#willmack #willmack fic #hrpf #i was sad so will smith hockey suffers #idiots in love #hurt and no comfort #part 1 is mack part 2 is will #pms kicking my ass so everyone suffers with me

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