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Mack falling off the bench during the Sharks/Oilers game 🤦

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WILL SMITH

Take my card

Need you now

Stealth

Best friend or sister-in-law?

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MACKLIN CELEBRINI

Take my card

Blind Valentines

Wrong Canadian?

Series

POWER PLAY

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JACK HUGHES

Take my card

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MATT REMPE

Take my card

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NICO HISCHER

Take my card

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MASTERLIST

NHL

SAN JOSE SHARKS

Macklin Celebrini

Will Smith

NEW JERSEY DEVILS

Jack Hughes

Nico Hischer

NEW YORK RANGERS

Matt Rempe

CHICAGO BLACKHAWKS

Connor Bedard

SERIES

Power Play - Macklin Celebrini x Olivia Wilson

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CONNOR BEDARD

Take my card

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TAKE MY CARD

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How different NHL players would react to the (old) ‘paying for our food with my card’ trend on TikTok.

pairings - Macklin Celebrini, Connor Bedard, Jack Hughes, Will Smith, Nico Hischer, Matt Rempe x reader

wc - 1.6k

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Macklin Celebrini

After a great sharks win the two of you decided it was only right to stay indoors, order takeaway and watch as many movies as possible before falling asleep.

“What did you want on that babe?” You say to macklin with his phone in your hand ordering from your favourite takeaway place. He wasn’t paying much attention to what you were doing, listening of course, but he’s eyes were too invested on the current movie playing in front of him.

“Just pepperoni’s great” he replies. You add it to the cart along with your order of wings and realise your wallet is sitting in a bowl beside the front door of your shared apartment. Macklin never lets you pay, and you know that, but you’re willing to try time and time again.

Leaving the room and making your way to the hall you hear Macklin’s faint voice in the distance. “Where you going?” You don’t reply.

Turning the corner into the living room he sees your unmistakable pink wallet in your hand as you’re coming back down to sit next to him again.

Instincts kick in for him and the only thing he can think of to do is slap the wallet out of your hand, and he does just that. The sound of skin slapping skin -lightly- disturbs the silence followed with the sound of a wallet hitting the floor.

“Macklin! What was that for?”

Now could he have done this a different way ? Maybe. But Macklin Celebrini has never been known for thinking before doing.

He’s doesn’t reply, but instead leans to the side and takes his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans.

“Don’t ever try that again”

Connor Bedard

Dinner dates with Connor was one of your favourite times, it was peaceful, calm and you could catch up on everything that happened while he was away playing hockey.

By the end of the night the two of you were stuffed with the main meals, desserts and wine the two of you had throughout the night.

The waiter puts down the pull onto the table and walks away momentarily. Connor of course picks it up to look at it when it’s suddenly snatched from his hand.

You always want to pay for something when you and Connor are out together, it’s inevitable and he knows it. You always try yet you’ve never won the battle, he always end up distracting you in one way or another and paying without you noticing; his lengths even go to sometimes restraining you while he pays.

This time you had decided on taking away the bill before he can see how much it is, and paying with both the receipt and card in your hand, away from your boyfriend.

“I’ll pay” you say as you start reading the bill, copying his actions. However you only had about 3 seconds to do so before the bill was taken from your hand and back into Connor’s.

“Ha Ha, no you’ll not” he say before placing the ticket down along with his card. “Connor-“

“Just stop trying babe, it’s never happening”

Jack Hughes

“What are you wanting?” You say to your boyfriend who’s sitting beside you.

Jacks just came home from a long roadie and wants nothing more than to sit with his girl and chill. “Just some wings please baby”

“I think I’ll get the same. Maybe 8 instead of 6 this time” you say, trying to make the bill slightly higher before pulling your planned trick; you were also just hungry.

“Yeah of course, I’ll join u with 8” He replies.

“Right that’s us then” You say as Jack get up from the couch and walks towards both of your wallets which are sitting on the table across the room.

“Can you get my wallet please, I haven’t connected my card to my phone just yet” You ask Jack in a perfectly normal voice as you try and hide the smirk on your face.

That makes Jack stop on his tracks. “What? Your wallet?” He says stern yet confused “Why would you be paying?”

“Well I mean I suggested it. It’ll be my tread for winning against the rangers” You say to Jack trying to justify your reasoning.

Walking up to the table, he takes his own wallet before turning around and throwing it for you to catch.

“Absolutely not. You’ll never be paying. Ever”

Will Smith

After running all the errands the two of you had to complete on your day off, the both of you decided to stop at a drive thru and get some food for a rest.

“What you thinking babe, the usual?” He asks while pulling up to the speaker. “Yes please” you say looking down to rummage through your bag.

Will had never let you pay for anything ever so you’re very aware how this conversations about to go, but you’re willing to give it a try.

“Thank you” Will says to the person speaking to him through the speaker before he drives off slowly and joins the next queue for paying.

“Take my card babe” you say holding your card out to him. “What?” He whips his head round to face you. “No” he laughs

“You paid for everything in target, it’s only fair please.” You say turning your head to the side like you’re pleading to pay.

“No baby, why would I let you pay?” He says back to you. Time is running out for you to convince him to pay for the both of you.

“But I feel bad please. Just this once.” You say continuing to play the act. “Fine, whatever” he says giving up and taking your card from your hand before pulling up to the first window.

“That’ll be $18.75 please” the man standing in the window says, waiting for the card to be handed to him.

“One second” Will replies before putting your card in the drivers door holder, putting it out of reach of you and pulling out his wallet.

“Will what-“ you begin to say, you can’t believe you actually believed he would pay with your card for once. “Nope, not happening” he said pulling out his card and tapping it against the machine before driving off the the second window.

“No trying that again. You can have your card back later”

Nico Hischer

“Nico I’m going to order food, can I have your phone.” You say as he’s making his way to the bathroom. “Of course, I’ll have my usual” he says taking his phone out of his pocket and leaving the room.

It takes you very little time to add yours and Nico’s order into the basket and checkout. This time using your card to complete the transaction.

Nico has never let you pay for anything, especially food. He loves to treat you in any way he can and that always starts with a good meal however this time you wanted to pay. One, you felt bad that he always does and wanted to switch it up, and two, you wanted to see his reaction to you paying.

Coming out of the bathroom Nico makes a be-line for his wallet which is sitting in the kitchen countertop. As he’s waking back you say to him “Food’ll be here in about 40 minutes babe” without looking up from his phone as you don’t think you could keep a straight face if you did.

He stops in his tracks. “You already payed? Did you use apple wallet or something? I didn’t know I had that” he says speaking his thoughts on how you managed to pay without his wallet moving at all.

“No I just used my card” you say back to him while finally looking up and handing him his phone back.

“How much was it? I’ll transfer you the money” he asks thinking you just did it because it was easier.

“Nope not telling you. It’s on me today” you say turning away from him. Except he does something you didn’t expect. He accepts it.

“Okay”

The food arrives in no time and it’s amazing as always, every inch was devoured by the both of you. “That was amazing” you say humming in joy.

Picking up your phone and checking your notifications that have arrived over the past hour and a half of you not being on your phone you see a notification from PayPal

‘Nico has transferred you $100’

“Nico are you fucking kidding me?” you say in disbelief. He just smiles in response, knowing what you just saw.

“You didn’t tell me how much it was, so I just guessed”

Matt Rempe

As the two of you bareley get time to yourself between hockey and work, you decided today was the perfect day for a date night.

Sitting in a fancy restaurant, wine glasses sitting on the table, the two of you are chatting away after finishing your meals and asking for the bill.

The waiter places the bill down onto the table before walking away. You’re quicker to the bill this time.

As you place your card down Matt doesn’t react at first, he doesn’t even look up. Instead he pulls out his wallet and takes his card out too.

He picks up your card and tosses it back to you before putting his own down next to the bill, moments before the waiter comes back to retrieve it.

“Matt-“ you say shocked as you just had your card thrown back at you. He doesn’t reply to you but instead thanks the waiter.

“Matt, I wanted to pay” you say looking up at his, shock still appearing through your voice.

“Never”

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Wrong Canadian?

In which Macklin Celebrini’s secret girlfriend gets hit on by one of his teammates at a club after winning gold at the Olympics

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Being in a secret relationship with a very well known NHL player was difficult. But trying to stay away from said boyfriend whilst being at the same bar as him? Extremely difficult.

Since dating Macklin both of you have tried very hard to keep your relationship a secret for privacy reasons. Macklin is scared of the terrors of hockey social media and you simply don’t want to be online.

You would attend games hidden in the crowd, arrive and leave the rink separately and have date night indoors. All your arrangements worked perfectly. That was, until he became an Olympian.

Both of you had brainstormed ways to get you to join him in Milan without anyone finding out, including the whole of the Canadian hockey team as none can be trusted to not run their mouth.

And right now, you’re sitting at the bar in a Milan with your closest friend so you can ‘celebrate’ with Macklin while not actually revealing yourself. With the Canadians winning the expected gold, it was natural for the whole team to go out and celebrate.

It would work perfectly. You and your friend would slip out with macklin once the team is drunk enough, she’ll go back to her hotel room and you will go with Mack to yours, that’s where the real celebration would be.

You can see Macklin and the team in the corner of the club, you can hear them very well too. Getting drunker and sloppier by the minute the whole team is dancing along to the music, doing shots and gossiping, naturally.

Macklin slips off to the bathroom and Brad Marchand, a known trouble maker puts his arms around his chosen victim, Thomas Harley, one of team Canada’s defence-man. “Harley! You’re single right?” He nods, not making eye-contact since he can take a pretty good guess on what’s coming next.

“$100 says you can’t pick up that girl right there tonight” Brad continues, pointing to you sitting at the bar, laughing at something your friend is saying.

“Add another $100 on that, I want in” Shouts Tom Wilson from behind them. “There’s no way you can dude, look at her” another Canadian hockey player says.

And for great timing, your friend excuses herself from your side to go to the bathroom. “Yo it’s your time man, she alone” Marchand says pushing him in the direction of you.

Facing the bar, you continue to make your way through your 2nd drink of the night when you hear a soft yet loud voice from behind you. “Hi”

“Hello” you reply placing your drink down on the bar, a slight confused look on your face as you discreetly try and look for your boyfriends in the crown of Canadians in red.

“I’m Thomas” he says while slowly sitting down next to you on the other side from where your friend was just moments ago, giving you perfect vision on him teammates very obviously laughing behind him. “I know” you reply “I was watching tonight, you guys did amazing” You lean your head only your fist, you’ve just realised the situation at hand and Mack is nowhere to be seen. This is going to be fun.

“Really? You watch hockey?” He says shocked. “Yeah. I’m a Sharks fan though” you say while pursing your lips together.

“Oh yeah? Well we might have to change that then” Harley says, suddenly gaining some confidence to talk to you.

Walking out of the bathroom, Macklin can see him team is hysterically laughing at something before him. “Celebrini look, said to Har ‘$209 says you can’t pick up that girl’ and he’s actually going for it. He’s got no chance look at her” Wilson says to him still chuckling to himself.

Turning his head towards the bar, he sees his girlfriend and teammate looking way too invested in conversation. Except he sees something in her the rest of the team don’t, the mischievous grin on her face tells him you know exactly what’s about to go down. You know Macklin is a jealous guy and -secret or not- will not stand by and let this happen.

It’s a long moment Macklin stands staring at the situation in front of him before he makes his way over. The conversation between the two becoming louder as he gets closer.

“Why you a sharks fan then?” He hears Thomas say to his girlfriend. You begin to stand up as you see Macklin coming.

“My boyfriends on the Sharks” you say with pride spreading through your face as Macklin makes his way to you, placing his hand on your waist. “Everything okay over here?” He said looking at Harley, he just nods.

The group of the three of you may be awkward, but the group behind you certainly isn’t. The whole hockey team is howling with laughter at this point. “There’s literally no way” You hear one of the screaming with laughter. “Come on babe” he said, guiding you outside of the building.

I guess your best friend will have to get a taxi. Or get in Thomas Harley’s car?…

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WELCOME TO THE PADDOCK

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Pt.1 of Power Play

MacklinCelebrini x OliviaWilson

Macklin has always know of Olivia Wilson, naturally. With almost 5 million followers on instagram its hard not to know who she is, however he’s heard of her a lot more ever since the head of pr and media for the San Jose Sharks told him he’d be attending his first formula one race as a guest of RedBull Racing.

Macklin was nervous to meet her, to say the least. She was vicious on the track, a great driver and incredibly attractive, according to what macklin said to Will upon being asked why he was chewing on his nails like a rabid dog in the passenger seat of the car.

Will was driving him and macklin the short distance from their hotel to the track in a rental car that was provided from them upon arriving in Miami last night. For the upcoming weekend they have been given a generous variety of free things by both RedBull and the Sharks such as an overly large hotel room to share, RedBull 4-day paddock passes and the (heavily pushed by the pr team) opportunity to partake in the hot-laps ‘tradition’. Doing things to make the sharks pr team happy on their off-season was not what they anticipated they’d be doing, but nevertheless a cool experience and something the both of them will certainly be doing.

Pirelli Hot Laps is an experience for special guests and celebrities to be taken round the Grand Prix track by a chosen driver at high speeds so they can experience the high G-force from a passengers perspective. For celebrities, all of this is documented and put on various social media platforms for exposure for both the celebrity and as a way of reaching ‘potential new fans’.

When the agreement was settled that a few San Jose Sharks players would be sent to the paddock to do this due to them currently being quite a hit on social media, there was no doubt who would be sent; Macklin, the sharks superstar and Will, the -already RedBull athlete- inseparable companion.

Walking up to the massive intimidating red and black paddock entrance, Will and Macklin were met by David, who will be basically telling them where to be and when throughout the weekend so both RedBull and the Sharks can get the most media out of them: and to make sure the youngsters don’t miss anything important. Both of the boys have been given 4-day passes to the weekend event in Miami and today, Thursday, is media and hot laps day.

“We have about 15 minutes before Max and Olivia are available for the hot laps, they are on a stricter schedule this week. When we get there everything will be set up on the track by then. Macklin, you and Olivia will be going first, we only have one car this time around so Will, you and Max will go after them.” David says to both of them to give them an understating of what will be happening as they walk down the paddock at a leisurely pace.

Macklin can see photographers taking pictures of him and Will walking into and down the paddock very few seconds, he was in disbelief. ‘If this is how much we get, imagine the drivers’ he thought to himself, they must not get a moments peace.

David shows them both round the basics of the RedBull Motorhome: where they’ll be watching the practices, qualifying and race ect. “Ready to go to the track?” He asks with a pleasant smile, both Will and Macklin nod following behind David like lost puppies.

More conversation continues on what the both of them will be doing throughout the weekend and Macklin’s anxiety starts to rise as the track becomes visible. He never thought be would be nervous to meet another athlete, especially one from a different sport. But to meet someone so important to the whole of women in sport and racing itself? He doesn’t know why, but he was shitting himself.

As the cameramen notice the arrival of the two sharks boys they begin recording, making sure to catch every moment of the first interaction between the hockey players and the formula one drivers.

Olivia notices them walking towards and a big friendly smile grows on her face. She knows who they are of course. Her family grew up watching hockey like many and she dabbles in and out of it since growing up which makes the ‘dynamic duo’ quite known to her, especially Macklin. She’s aware of how well he’s soaring in the NHL through social media and an occasional watch of a game.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you Macklin, welcome to the paddock.” she says while shaking Macklin’s hand. Max does the same for Will however with slightly less excitement, he probably has a little less of a clue who they are. As they are shaking hands, Macklin can feel his heart skip a beat. Or maybe two. She’s making direct eye contact with him and all he can think about it how beautifully sweet she looks. The way every feature on her face is so soft and inviting. So much so, he nearly forgets to reply to her.

“Great to meet you too, Olivia.” He finally gets out, his voice a little lower and less fun than hers. Contact between the two is broken by the sound of David, telling all of them what to do before Macklin and Olivia get in the car, Olivia in the drivers seat of course.

“You ready?” She asks, hands on the wheel and head turned to the seat beside her. “Uh-I think so” was the reply she received, making her chuckle as she starts the car.

“You may be fast on the ice, but many not as fast as this.” Heat rises to Macklin’s checks at the almost ‘compliment’ on his speed on the ice. And with that, her foot is on the gas and they take off. Macklin grips onto both sides of where he’s sitting in shock, he was expecting it to be quick, but maybe not this early into it.

The first corner comes up and Olivia purposefully drifts round the corner due to the high speeds. “Fucking hell” comes from Macklin’s mouth as he grips onto the sides tighter. She looks at him then back to where she’s directing the car quickly and sees the position he’s in, making her laugh out loud. “You okay? Tell me to stop or slow down and I will” she said, still slightly laughing. He shakes his head in reply. “It’s fine”

Settling into the speed, basic small talk conversations begin: hockey stats, F1 stats, how Olivia’s feeling about the race and what brings Macklin to Miami. The conversation feels so natural -despite having to talk above the sound of the roaring engine- like they’ve met hundreds of times before. Both of them forget about the camera attached to the dashboard recording them for YouTube.

Slowing down and pulling over to the original spot where all the media is after completing a few laps of the Miami International Autodrome circuit , Olivia unbuckles her seatbelt and turns her body to the boy next to her. “How was that?” She questioned him as she places both of her hands in her lap, smile still as sweet sweet as before.

“So cool. I don’t understand how you do it faster than that” That had her exert a breathy laugh. “Yeah, that was around 160 on the straight, an F1 car would go up to around 220 at that point” she says, Macklin blows raspberries with his lips. “That’s crazy”

Swapping places with Will and Max it’s visible can see they aren’t as settled into each others characters. Rightfully so, they did just meet. However so did Liv and Mack and it wasn’t awkward at all.

Max takes off leaving Olivia and Macklin standing next to the barricade with various photographers and media.

“Miss Wilson? Can I just get a photo of you and Mr Celebrini next to each other” one of the men holding an obnoxiously large camera asks with the stern ‘paparazzi’ voice they all carry.

Olivia immediately takes macklin into her side, arm around his waist. After a quiet yet deep breath from ‘Mr Celebrini’ he retaliates and draped his arm over and his hand holds the curve of her opposite arm. With the duo standing facing the track, helmet in both of their free hands dangling low, they hear sound of the unmistakable camera click. “Thank you very much” the camera man says moving his eyes to the screen at the front of his camera to check the photo.

The conversation continues between the two naturally, mostly taking about hockey and the sharks as Olivia clearly knows more about Macklin’s sport than the other way around.

“You’re really making a name for yourself out there huh?”

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The rest of the day for Mack and Will was quiet and calm. Taking with various important people such as engineers in the RedBull motorhome, having lunch, ect.

Olivia on the other hand was quite busy. Miami is always one of her busiest weekends with the large amount of media surrounding the track. Lots of important people come to see F1 during this weekend, mostly for pr purposes, but it drags a lot of cameras and people into the paddock so she’s rarely left a second to breathe from Thursday to Sunday.

Olivia arrives back at her hotel later in the afternoon and immediately collapses onto her bed. As much of a blessing her job is, she’s always incredibly exhausted by the end of the day, both mentally and physically.

The normal routine takes place for her after she gets in the door. The routinely meal has been ordered to her door via room service and will arrive shortly before as hops in the shower quickly and changes into something more comfortable.

She has to say this is probably one of her favourite things about her job. Getting to travel the world and try out every room service while chilling by herself and catching up on social media sounds like the perfectly ideal life to her.

The car ride home was a full on debrief for Macklin and Will, taking about everything that happened during hot laps as that was the only time they were apart from each other. “Dude it was crazy, how could they possibly go that fast?” Will’s still baffled at the speed of the cars. “Yeah I know, and it’s no where near as fast as they normally go” Macklin replies as they get out of the car after parking at the back of the fancy hotel. “You’re lucky you get Olivia Wilson bro, she seems so nice.” Will starts “I mean, don’t get me wrong Max is a super cool guy, championship leader and all, but he was a little closed off with me. You and Olivia hit it off it seems” he questions looking at Mack as they walk into the building. “Yeah I guess. She’s really cool I couldn’t believe I was in a car with her.” He makes Will laugh, he can tell his best friend finds her attractive, he always has.

The two boys are very used to sharing a hotel room by now with all of the away games that take place throughout the year, except the rooms are not usually this large. “This is bigger than an apartment” Macklin says looking around the rooms. He’s never been more happy to know he’s not the one paying for this after their stay.

“Order some room service Mack, I’m gonna take a shower” will says grabbing stuff from his bags along with a towel and making his way into the abnormally large bathroom the two of them will be sharing.

Ordering and making his decision on what bed he will reside in for the next few days, Macklin sits with his back on the headboard and begins to go through his phone, replying to whatever he’s missed throughout the day.

Clicking on Instagram he does the usual viewing of story’s and liking of posts when his eyes widen at a certain name he wasn’t ever expecting to see in his notifications. “Oh shit”

oliviawilson has started following you.

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POWER PLAY

In which the Formula One’s princess, Olivia Wilson meets the young rising NHL superstar, Macklin Celebrini and they become the internets favourite friendship. One thing is certain, these two are a perfect match, but how will they stay in touch and keep being so close from 6,000 miles away?

Chapters -

Welcome To The Paddock

While You’re Here

It’s Not Far

Come Back… Be Here

Wildest Dreams

I Wanna Be Yours

You Belong With Me

COMING SOON…

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description : ̗̀➛ As an attempt to forget your single sadness on Valentine’s Day you are set up on a blind date by a friend despite the opinions of your roommate Macklin

contents : ̗̀➛ slight SA, crying, first date, leave to the imagination ending???

livvy talks! : ̗̀➛ this is a very late valentines! I need to create a masterlist soon but I need to get better at my English skills first

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Valentine’s Day was never your greatest day of the year. When the 14th of may comes around the corner you always find yourself single and alone or on a lack lustre dinner with one of your -at the time- boyfriends who simply never cared enough to muster up an ounce of effort for Valentines.

Your roommate, Macklin, was also very aware of this. Growing up with Macklin always by your side he was very protective over your feelings and how others treated you, especially boyfriends, which is why (rightfully so) he’s never liked any of your ex’s or ‘dating but not dating’ situationships.

As much as it bothers you that he never accepted them as the person you wanted to be with at the time, he was always right about them. All of the guys he had a funny feeling about ended up hurting you in all kinds of ways.

So this valentines you’ve decided to just go out and have fun. Go on a blind date with a guy from one on your friend’s office jobs, who she swears is great, and see where the night takes you. No expectations.

From your friend’s description: John, your Valentine’s Day blind date was tall with short brown hair, brown eyes, and soft features. You were never one for having a type, but he seemed to tick off the boxes in your book already.

Standing in the open kitchen of your and Macklin’s shared appartment you stand next to the counter in a moderately tight long red dress with a beautiful of black Christian Louboutin heels Macklin had bought your for your recently passed birthday.

As your checking you small bag in your hand to double check everything was there you hear the footsteps of your roommate coming from behind.

“Ready for your date?” He asks fairly bluntly. Macklin has never been a fan of the blind dates, especially for a woman; mentioning to you on multiple separate occasions he doesn’t think you should go through with it thinking it could be dangerous.

“Yep think so” you reply, zipping your handbag up and putting it onto your shoulder before turning around to face him. Macklin was going to drop you off to your date as getting your licence was currently a work in progress. “Let’s get going then” he replied, nodding his head towards the door.

In the car sits a comfortable silence between you and Mackling with him focusing on driving, you messaging various people on your phone and the faint music coming from the radio. “What’s this guys name again?” Macklin asks looking at you briefly. “John” your answer back, he hums in response.

“Just call me if anything happens okay? I’ll be here as quick as I can. I want you to be safe” he says after a few seconds which a hint on concern in his voice. You know he just wants you to be safe, but you wish he would let you have some fun without worrying.

“Yes Mack I’ll be safe. I think I’ll call you when the dates over, don’t really know if I’d be comfortable letting him drop me off.” As much as you don’t think one of your closest friend would hook you up with a total creep, you are careful about who you trust.

“Of course, tell me and I’ll be there” He said as he begins pulling into the parking lot of the Italian restaurant chosen by John. “Have a good time, be safe” he repeats as you begin to open the door and get out of his black truck. “Thank you Mack, I will” you close the door, spin on your heels and begin to walk towards the restaurant.

As you open the big doors to the relatively fancy looking restaurant your heart begins to pick up speed, no matter how many times you do this the first part never gets easier. Standing at the front waiting to be seated, the thoughts of every small talk conversation you could possibly think of runs through your head which is eventually cut off by a waiter.

“Do you have a reservation Ma’am?” He says with a smile, clearly knowing there isn’t space for you if you didn’t have one. “Yes it’s under the name John Wilson”

“Perfect, the other person has already arrived, follow me.” The waiter responded before turning round and pacing through the large number of seated people, with you following closely behind.

Be you begin to walk towards the back of the room you see someone, perfectly matching your friends weirdly detailed description of John look up from him phone and smile. Two glasses of wine are sitting in front of him with a set of cutlery at each side.

“Here you are ma’am, your menus are just to your right” the waiter says before leaving with a smile. “Hi” John says to you with a smile as you place your bag down and sit in your seat opposite him, retaliating his words back to him.

The evening was going fairly smoothly, your typical small talk conversations happening about random things in your life: work, family, friends, ect. The only thing that was missing was the spark from John, it was almost like he didn’t care for what you were saying. Sure, he was listening and replying accordingly but it seemed as by the time your appetisers had arrived at the table, he was already bored.

By main meals arriving, John had gone through his wine like it was water in a dessert, the bottle of red wine was nearly done and you hadn’t finished one drink. You could see the effects of the wine showing through John more by the second.

As you both were eating John became a lot more touchy than normal for a blind date. You noticed the tip of his shoe kept rubbing against your leg, each time getting slightly higher to the point it would be up to the top of your calf at times. Moving away slightly didn’t seem to help.

Discomfort began to settle in for you as comments in your body was more commonly coming out from Johns lips. You just needed to finish your food, get him a taxi home and leave with a smile on your face. This was turning out to not be the best date of your life but nevertheless, you’ve had much worse; this maybe just wasn’t going to be your forever lover.

You think as the bottle has finished from your table, John may calm down as the carbs have gone into his system and he’s no longer actively drinking, but that doesn’t happen. Johns foot begins to travel further up you leg despite multiple attempts to lowly get him off of you and him hands begins to reach for yours. “John I-“ you begin, taking your hands back and onto your lap.

“I just can’t wait for you to come home with me, we are going to have a great night” he slurs his words with his head swaying slightly, foot still searching for you. “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom” urgency fills you as you grab your bag and make your way to the bathroom, but John was quick to grab you by the wrist, a little too tightly. “No, stay. You’re not leaving” You hear a sense of anger behind his words and you realise you need out of this situation as soon as possible, this could be bad.

Shaking your wrist from him tight grip you rush towards the bathroom, taking out your phone and finding Macklin’s contact. The phone is answered within two rings.

“You okay, do you need me to pick you up” you hear from the other line before you even realise he’s picked up. Macklin can tell this is shorter than a date usually takes.

“Can you come and pick me up please, this dates getting really weird” tears begin to form in your eyes, reliving the traumas of your past in your head.

Men taking advantage is not unfamiliar to you, it’s happened before and you know the signs. You stand in front of the sink facing yourself in the mirror, trying to stop the tears from coming. You’re grateful you have a great person like Macklin in your life to help you when you need it.

Within minutes Macklin texts you that he’s outside. Making your way outside of the building as quickly as possible, purposefully avoiding the table John was sitting at, he was probably still stirring waiting for you. Making a be-line for the familiar truck you were in not long ago.

Macklin never asks you what happens, he knows you will tell him but he knows better than to ask knowing it will make you upset. He decided on making the music in the car louder as he plays the songs he knows you love, letting you be in peace and relax.

When you enter the familiar feeling of your apartment you crack. Tears begin to fall from your face which are quickly wiped by Macklin’s hands as he brings you into a hug.

“Shh” he hushed you softly. “Don’t cry, you’re okay now. Let’s watch a movie?” He asks sweetly knowing that’s what you two love to do when the other has a bad day. You nod wiping more tears from your face.

“Go change and I’ll get the snacks ready. You can pick the movie, I’ll even let you pick a horror if you really want.” He says gaining a small smile from you before you make your way up the stairs.

He really hates you going on a date. He hates that he feels so helpless, if you’re in trouble he can only be so close to you in case of emergency. He also hates that you’re not on a date with him. But he’ll never mention that.

Sitting together on the couch, popcorn in the lap of Macklin and a various mix of sweets and chocolate in yours, you decide on the Notebook. Your favourite.

Taking food from yours and each other’s lap throughout the move there is a great feeling of comfort between you, a blanket draped over the both of you drawing you both closer together.

Exhaustion gets the better of you nearing the end of the movie and you find yourself curing up into Macklin to get comfortable before falling asleep half in his arms with your head on his shoulder, still hugging your half empty bowl of sweets.

Macklin can’t decide what to feel. The woman he has loved since they were children is cuddled up safely into him but he can’t help but want to be the one that you are on dates with. He wants to be all of your dates, all of your thoughts and all of your dreams. He’s seen the way your old boyfriends have treated you and he knows how can be so much better, he can give you the world. He just wants you to realise that love is right there in front of you.

“I love you, y/n” he whispers before drifting off to sleep with you.

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Can somebody send me the clip of Mack’s goal pls!!! That’s was fucking amazing

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Macklin Celebrini you ARE the first male Canadian goal scorer in the 2026 Olympic Games