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“Hey, Patty,” Mack greets, light and comfortable as he enters, “Do you have the keys to Will’s place? He’s not opening up.”
Patty freezes, whipping his head up in Mack’s direction. “He’s not with you?”
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"Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?”
Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn’t sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right?
“Alright, it’s a deal.”Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with
him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance's 'fake boyfriend' -
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Silence envelopes the trio, anxiety pooling in Lances gut as he squints his eyes at the pair in front of him. “What time is it?”
“Were you asleep buddy? Your eye patches are still on your face.”
Lance fakes a yawn, bringing his hand up to peel the under eye mask off. “Yeah, thought I’d relax a bit and ended up falling asleep.”
Pidges lifts a brow. “And who else was in there with you?”
Fuck.
Shit.
Fuck.
AKA: Lance and Keith almost get caught sneaking around.
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Macklin had always thought he was straight, that was, until he met Will. Now he has to deal with being the future face of the NHL, while also exploring his sexuality in secrecy.
Will had always known he liked men; he also knew that if he acted on it, he would be condemning himself to eternity in hell. He managed to last twenty years before falling in love with Mack.Or, Will and Mack try to love each other in an environment that is actively against them
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Love is fatal (won't you give it a chance?) by anguishedace
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF, San Jose Sharks - Fandom, Hockey RPF
07 Apr 2026
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'He lifted his head, surprised, wide green eyes finding his friend’s. Will, mouth slightly agape—he had a terrible habit of mouth-breathing, which Mack secretly found endearing—traced his thumb along the right side of Mack’s jaw. The touch feather light, tentative. So delicate that Macklin felt his heart and breath and brain stutter. He could feel Will’s breath ghosting his face and the warmth his finger left on the sore spot of his jaw which, combined, made Macklin feel something he had not realised he felt before.
For a moment, he thought Smith would kiss him; he wanted Smith to kiss him.
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Whenever the lines blurred, he allowed it all to play out. He indulged Macklin’s clinginess, feeding his own selfish desires at the same time. Every night, he repented, his chain clasped tightly in his hand as he prayed for forgiveness and acceptance and anything in between. Most nights, he cried. Some nights, he sought out bodies to help him forget. Rarely, Will hoped that his sinful attraction to his best friend may turn into something pure, beautiful; something more.'