No Right On Red, A Gift For My Beloved @puckszone, Beta Read By The Wonderful @coronaofastar

NOT THEM SOFT LAUNCHING EACH OTHER LMAOOOOOOOO

Picture this: cole takes trevor on a date and now they’re walking on the cobblestoned streets of Prague. At night.

Important question: WHO TOOK THE PICTURE, TREVOR???

Re: the Trevor/Jamie situation. I will say its very telling how when one leaves the other breaks his foot, has a quarter life crisis, and gets a girlfriend who also has dark hair and freckles and green eyes. Nothing abnormal about that series of events folks!

Right like Trev babe be so for serious for a minute, his whole like fell apart as soon as he lost his boyfriend and he immediately tried to replace him with the closest lookalike available

The Leaf: Blueprint S8 E2: PRIDE - Part 3 | Tradin' Swedes

i am going to say something so disrespectful

here is yet another short bit from the fic im working on…. not beta read or anything so don’t judge too hard

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Mack is standing in the VIP lounge talking to his dad after the game—only half listening to him bitch about everything he didn’t do well in the game—when Will comes up from behind tapping his shoulder.

“Hey, Celly, my dad wants to meet you.” He starts the second Mack turns around, gesturing over to where his dad was talking to a couple of the other Dads.

“Smith. No hello?”, it’s Rick Celebrini. The one and only, Will thinks.

“Sorry, um, Mr. Celebrini.” Will shakes his hand firmly, just as he’d been taught by his own father. Him and Rick had already met once before when Mack brought Will to the Warriors game, he wasn’t any more polite this time to last. “Mind if I borrow Mack for a sec? My Dad-“

“Go ahead,” He starts before turning to Macklin, “We’ll continue this later, I’ll see you at the restaurant, son.” He quickly claps Mack on the shoulder and disappears into the crowd.

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“Dad, um, this is Mack.” Will starts as Bill, finished up talking to a couple of the other dads.

“Oh, Mack! So nice to finally meet you, Willy here wouldn’t shut up about you.” He joked, squeezing Will’s shoulder as he blushes in embarrassment.

“Dad.” Will warned playfully.

“Oh did he now?” Mack looked to Will, a teasing smile plastered on his face.

“Oh, what’s that? I think I hear Toff calling me, gotta go.” he starts turning away to leave Mack and his Dad to talk alone.

Mack watches as his teammate falls into the sea of Sharks jerseys, unable to tell him apart from all the different shades of teal and white.

“So,” Bill starts, Macks attention snapping back to him, “BC jersey, huh?”

“Oh- Yeah, um, I lost a bet.” He says quickly, it’s the truth yet he still feels like he’s lying.

“Right. I’m shocked he let you wear it.”

“I’m sorry?” Mack said, a little shocked.

What is that supposed to mean? He didn’t just let me, he made me. he thought.

“Yeah, doesn’t let anyone touch it. Not his mother, not me, don’t even think he let Gabe or Ryan touch it after he took it off that night.”

Mack just stared at him in shock, he knew it wasn’t polite but what else was he supposed to do? This is quite literally life changing information. So what he may be a little dramatic, this has to mean something. He needs it to mean something.

Will’s Dad continued with a small chuckle, “He told me he needed me to bring it with me on the trip, I had to ask if he has joking that’s how serious he is about it. Now I see why.”

“Oh my- I, fuck, sorry, he never told me that.” Mack stuttered awkwardly, still in complete shock.

“Looks like he’s waiting for you,” he points behinds Mack to see the previous crowd of staff and other guests completely cleared out, leaving nobody but Will, leaning against the wall on his phone.”

“Oh. Yeah, do you mind?”

“Go ahead, I’ll see you two at dinner.“ He smiles fondly down at the eighteen year old, “and Mack?”

He turned back around, a quizzical look on his face.”

“You’re a good kid, it was nice to meet you. and he really likes you, I can tell.”

“Thanks, uh, Mr. Smith.” Mack feels like his heart is going to burst with all this information at once. He’s sure Will’s dad didn’t mean he likes him like that but still.

“Bill is fine, kiddo.”

They share a short smile before Mack runs off to meet up with Will so they can drive to the restaurant together.

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hope this is half decent!! i didn’t read it myself after writing so if theres any mistakes ill fix them late

(heres the song i was listening to on repeat while writing this)

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catboy behavior

inspired by ekky and his snoopy: a little baby sharks fic 🦥

The Sharks media team have let them loose with half-a-dozen rolls of quarters and a camera guy trailing them round.

As media goes, it’s not too bad - they both love any kind of game, no matter how dumb, and they’re so competitive they end up getting way too into everything, which apparently is what the fans love. If Mack can’t be playing hockey, then beating Will at the coconut shie by the pier is a pretty good consolation. At least no one’s asking him questions.

It’s nice to see Will so relaxed too, throwing his head back to laugh at Mack’s terrible rifle shot, his perfect teeth bright in the fairground lights. It’s busy, and after a while they manage to accidentally-on-purpose lose their social media handlers in the crowd. They wander, aimless and contented, through the stalls, passing a churro back and forth now there’s no one to confiscate any contraband.

“Oh hey,” says Mack, stopping in front of a stall garlanded with stuffed sloths. He reaches out, strokes a gentle finger over one of their weird little faces. “I used to have one just like that when I was a kid. He was like, my favourite thing.”

“Yeah?” says Will, taking advantage of Mack’s distraction to swallow the last of the churro.

“Yeah, Slothy, I think he was called. My dad tossed him out after I got benched in some Midget game.” He grins and turns to Will, expecting some chirp about naming a sloth Slothy. But Will’s staring at him.

“What? He, like, threw it away?”

“Well, yeah,” says Mack, “But I was probably like, seven? So not like it wasn’t time anyway.” He bumps Will’s shoulder companionably to try and smooth out that unhappy furrow between his eyes that Mack hates. It doesn’t work.

“Jesus fuck, Mack.”

Mack’s frowning now, starting to feel actually upset, which is dumb. “It’s not a big deal, dude.” Will opens his mouth, as if to argue but Mack spies the Sharks camera guy craning his neck through the crowd and elbows him. “C’mon.”

Will doesn’t look convinced but lets Mack steer them over to the hoops stand anyway. He’s quiet, doesn’t even demand a rematch when Mack smokes him at tiny basketball and barely acknowledges a dachshund dressed like a hot dog. Mack glances at him all the way back to the car park, trying to catch his eye long enough to pull stupid faces but Will barely notices.

“Hey, sorry, think I forgot something,” Will says, when they’re almost at the car. “Here.” He fishes his keys out of his sweatshirt pocket and tosses them at Mack.

“Dude, what?” Mack starts, but Will’s already heading back towards the fair.

“I’ll be quick!” he shouts over his shoulder, breaking into a jog. Will never jogs. Mack stares after him, trying to shake the feeling that he’s missed something here but not quite managing it. He sighs and clambers into the car, resigned to actually answering that email from his agent and texting his dad back, earlier happiness vanishing like bubbles.

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When Mack steps out of the bathroom, damp from his shower, Will’s exactly where Mack left him: slumped in bed on his phone. But he’s not alone. There’s a stuffed sloth sitting upright in the opposite bed, it’s long furry arms holding Mack’s sleep shorts and t-shirt.

Mack stares at it, then at Will scrolling TikTok. He picks it up. It’s very soft, softer than Slothy was at the end, because he went everywhere, but the button eyes and little sloth-hands are just the same. Its smell is different though, like Will’s detergent - like the Marleau’s detergent, Mack mentally corrects, because Will doesn’t know how to work a washing machine - like maybe it travelled in his suitcase, folded between his clothes. He strokes a hand over its belly, along its arms.

“Will, I-” he breaks off around the sudden lump in his throat, and stares down at his sloth in his hands, unsure what to say.

“It’s not a big deal, dude.” Will parrots Mack’s own words back at him, but he’s clicking off his phone, and rolling over towards Mack, smiling at him, warm and teasing. “Ekky’s already ruined our street cred. You can have a little buddy too.”

Mack nods, risking a watery glance in Will’s direction. “Thanks man.”

He doesn’t put the sloth down when he pulls on his pajamas; has to swap hands so he can tug his t-shirt over his head. When he shuffles over Will takes it gently out of his hands and makes it pat the bed next to him.

“Did you win it for me? At the fair?” Mack whispers, sliding in under the thick comforter and pulling a pillow under his cheek.

“I tried.” Will grins and tucks the sloth in against Mack’s chest. Mack’s arms immediately come up around it, holding on tight. “I was worried that you’d come find me, kept flubbing the game - you had to knock all these little bananas down. And then I ran out of quarters.”

“That‘s ‘cause your hand-eye coordination goes to shit under pressure,” whispers Mack, shifting closer. There’s a warmth rising up from his toes, slowly filling his whole body. Will reaches over and tucks the blankets right up to his ears, then gives him a flick on the nose for good measure.

“So I offered him twenty bucks, which was all I had, but he said no, they can’t do that, so I told him that it’s for a guy I really like who lost one a long time ago.” He grins ruefully at Mack. “I think I’ve been watching too many romcoms.”

“Oh,” breathes Mack. He inches closer, emboldened, until they’re touching: foreheads, hands and knees. He wonders if Will can feel his heart thumping through the sloth. “Did it work?”

Will winds an arm around Mack and rolls them until Mack’s on top and the sloth is flattened between them. “Yeah,” he whispers, catching Mack’s smile with his own. “It did.”

cole & savvy — canadiens embedded (long island, ottawa, and detroit)