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“I hated him for a while, if i’m being honest.”
Will Smith, 18, BC Forward. The buzzing in Macklin’s ear.
Macklin Celebrini, 17, BU star. The nagging in Will Smiths chest.A College Rival fic!!
Bookmarked by peacefulhoax
18 Apr 2026
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“Then prove it.” Fowler stares straight at him, and Will shifts uncomfortably.
“Prove what?” He asks dumbly.
“That you can sleep with anyone.”
“And how would I prove that? Find someone at the party and sleep with them?” Will’s had enough of Fowler, but his competitiveness is starting to control his decisions.
At his question, a few of his teammates’ smiles are sharp and hungry. Will already regrets getting involved.
“Oh no, that’d be far too easy. Has to be someone who’d never go for you; someone who seemingly hates your guts,”
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Will makes a deal with his teammates that he has to make Macklin fall in love with him, so that they can mess with BU. Will doesn’t expect to actually gain feelings himself.
Bookmarked by peacefulhoax
18 Apr 2026
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I couldn't tell in the first place (I guess we never will) by brinicel
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
11 Apr 2026
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“Ok,” Macklin sighed behind him. “I know I’m like, borderline socially inept, but how can another guy getting you off possibly not be a gay thing?”
“It’s just like a convenience thing y’know?” Will mumbled, “Plus it’s like, better for our playing if we’re not all pent up. And it's better with someone else. It’s not weird or gay or whatever unless someone makes it that way.”
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Title from America by Courting :)Bookmarked by peacefulhoax
18 Apr 2026
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There are things people choose not to say.
Not because they don’t matter, but because saying them would change everything. Some choices feel right in the moment, quiet and necessary, even if they leave marks that last longer than they should.
On the ice, everything has direction. Off it, not so much.
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Where Macklin’s son, Alex, is drafted by the San Jose Sharks, right into the orbit of Head Coach Will Smith, and a past that was never fully left behind.

