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if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. by whimsysful
Fandoms: Marvel, Marvel (Movies), Marvel Avengers Movies Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America
12 Nov 2012
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It's not easy competing with a dead man. this isn't fair, Tony knows. Being dead is probably a lot harder, if it's anything at all. It can't be easy to have to watch every mistake ever made without ever being to try and fix them. But then, Tony has never been dead, so it's not exactly like he has a frame of reference here.
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didn't want to see (so i closed my eyes) by whimsysful
Fandoms: Marvel, Marvel Avengers Movies Universe, Marvel (Movies), Iron Man (Movies)
11 Nov 2012
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in which Steve is an asshole in the nicest possible way, and Tony is too tired to fight for what he wants.
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“Mack?” he asks after a few minutes, voice heavy and drowsy.
“Yeah?” Mack asks. “What do you need?”
“This was a really shitty birthday.”
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Mack makes a weird, wounded noise. His thumb brushes Will’s cheek, and he’s absolutely mortified to realize that he’s wiping away a tear.
“Sorry,” he says, turning away.
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Will lets out a heavy breath. Mack gets this way sometimes. He’s fine nitpicking his own flaws with Will and an iPad, spending long minutes on the phone with his dad nodding and promising to be better, or talking through strategies and disparities quietly with the coaching team, but his hackles raise if someone calls out either of them publicly, even when it’s deserved. The coaching team learned early on last year that singling Mack out for criticism is a sure way to lose rapport with him and earn a cold shoulder. He’s such a brat, but he can get away with it because he’s Macklin Celebrini: first overall, generational talent, Olympic medalist, best player that the Sharks have by a wide margin.
Will does not have that luxury. He isn’t untouchable, not the way that Mack is. Mack would never get sent down to fourth line, no matter how badly he was playing. Even when he wasn’t being compared to him, Will wasn’t enough of a standout to excuse any sort of special treatment, and he never thought it would be deserved. Mack doesn’t, either, but sometimes he doesn’t see the ways that the franchise makes room for him. He doesn’t see that there are things he gets away with that Will gets punished for. It was stupid to think that they’d keep them together when Mack is so clearly the star and Will is just a satellite in his orbit.
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Mack doesn’t know that when Jack fucking Hughes scored that game-winning goal, Will felt a horrible, all-encompassing sense of relief that had nothing to do with national pride. He hated himself for it in the next second, but the memory of it has been bitter in the back of his throat since Mack returned.
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Will can barely breathe. He meets Macklin's gaze and it's like he's watching the grand weight of the world meet. His voice is a lifeline and Will's hooked deep in his gills by it. Reeled in again and again. He's forgetting what it's like on the surface.
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Macklin Celebrini keeps unknowingly sending his best friend, Will Smith (Hockey), into subspace.
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21 Mar 2026
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“What three words describe your game?”
Macklin stares at the computer screen for longer than he should. He’s sure the other guys are just filling out this questionnaire as quickly as possible without putting much thought into it, but he can’t quite bring himself to do that. He knows he needs to prove himself; he’s not confident that there weren’t better options for the Olympic roster, and he wants to show the world that he belongs here representing Canada.
Normally, he would ask Will for help with this, but he’s been trying to avoid Olympics talk with his best friend. Will didn’t make the Team USA roster - not that he thought he would, and he doesn’t seem upset about it - and Macklin doesn’t want to seem like he’s bragging by forcing Will to interact with all of this extra work that’s been dumped on Macklin’s plate.
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19 Mar 2026
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There really is no harm in—
Well, in being Mack’s girl.
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16 Mar 2026
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Put Will in a dress and have him sit under the correct lighting and he’s basically a girl with short hair.
And yeah. Will needs to get himself together. This is crazy. He’s like, pretty straight and should not be having these thoughts.
Blonde hair, kinda messy. Mascara. Lip gloss. Flavoured, for good measure. Cross necklace and gagging for Macklin Celebrini’s dick.
Probably, he’s not that straight.
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Will manages to suck Mack’s dick by the time he already has a solid hair routine going, curls shiny and longer than they’ve been in a hot minute. He’s taken to wearing chapstick on most days, and he knows he looks good.
It’s practically a common occurrence for Mack to be constantly looking at him nowadays, body veered at an angle just to keep an eye on Will. It would honestly be uncomfortable if he wasn’t into it so much.
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“Fuck me.” He’s murmuring before he can think otherwise and Mack suddenly has two hands in his hair and it’s almost too much, but it isn’t, he needs more.
“Open your mouth,” Mack is saying— no, he’s telling Will to do that, making him, and fuck. That’s hot. His mouth falls right open, all wide and slutty.
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The problem is that Will simply likes Mack too much and it’s getting harder to contain. He wants to do something crazy. Like date him or to hold his hand and pull aside and tell him that yeah, it is actually slightly gay to do this stuff with your best friend and Will is still a guy beneath all these… regimes he’s started implementing.
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“There— well, there is a girl. Kinda.” Mack mumbles. “I, uh, I’ve known her a while. So maybe. Hopefully,” He glances at Will. “Um. Yeah.”
Will honestly wanted to puke. A girl? It felt like his stomach was being yanked out of his body, full on disemboweled. This was his penance, he thought, and almost leant into the pain.
But Mack had really only said it loud enough for Will to hear. And he wasn’t mean like that, he wouldn’t, and maybe just maybe.
A slow shudder rolled through Will, omnipresent and overwhelming for one terrifying moment. His heart might break, but maybe just maybe.
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How to open old wounds without scarring or, how to be young and in love.
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16 Mar 2026
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Mack's chest aches. "So that's it, then? No parties, no going out? I'm never going to have a normal life?"
Steph searches his face for a hot second and then rolls back on his heels with a laugh. "Kid, up until now, have you ever had a normal life? Do you even know what that looks like?"
Prep schools. The best coaches. One of the best trainers in North America is his dad. One girlfriend that he had to dump because he was so busy. Missed school plays. Missed school dances. First days of school always being delayed or off-schedule because pre-season starts at the exact same time. Having an agent since he was about 6 years old. Being told he was great - that he was the Next One. The next Connor McDavid, the next Sidney Crosby.
No.
He guesses he doesn't know what that looks like.
A profound type of sadness consumes him. He will never have a normal life. He never had a normal childhood. He's already grown, somehow, and his childhood is over and there isn't anything he can do to get it back.He picks at the feeling slightly in his head and shockingly it feels a lot like grief.
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"Macklin Celebrini."
Fuck. That tone of voice is never good. Mack squares his shoulders as a big USA guy he doesn't know stalks towards him. "The next Sidney Crosby."
Mack grinds his teeth. "So they say."
The USA guy stops in front of him, smiling a malicious little smile. "Gonna be a queer like him too?"
Mack snorts. "Why, you interested?" he makes a pointed gesture of looking him up and down. He makes a tight, regretful face, making some of the Canadian guys laugh. "Sorry."
Lane snorting a laugh sets him off. The USA player lunges towards him but almost the entire USA team holds him back, talking him down. Mack sneers. "Go fuck yourself, big boy. The right guy will come along soon - "
Mack sees Smith start to laugh at the back of the group in awed disbelief. One of his friends smacks his arm muttering about how they should get out of here before it gets ugly, but Smith isn't listening. His eyes never stray from Mack's face.
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"It's bad enough you're queer, you have act like one too." Aiden stands up and gets up in Macklin's space. Aiden is a fireball of anger and Mack is weak - he doesn't have any fight in him.
Aiden shakes his head. "No wonder you played like shit in Beanpot. It's probably exactly what he wanted."
Oh. That one hurts.
"You said I played good..." Mack can barely get the words out, choking on them. This is a nightmare. His brother, his best friend. The only person Mack had in the world.
"Dad was right to push you!" Aiden explodes. "Clearly you need the discipline!"
"Dad is an obsessed bastard!" Macklin screams, finally finding a shred of dignity left. "He's a drill sergeant more than a dad, Aid! Why are you being like this? You know what he's like."
A muscle in Aiden's jaw twitches. Mack sorts through the heavy sadness, the anger and the fear. When he gets there, he wishes he didn't.
"It's me." Macklin breathes. "It's because of Will Because I'm fucking queer or whatever. Because I'm...different."
"And yet, I'm still better than you." Mack whispers. "I'm better than you."
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"Celebrini!" Gabe whistles. "Atta boy. Took you all semester but you finally did it, eh?"
Leno sways past him into the room, bumping his shoulder as he goes. "We heard you're a bit neurotic, but we knew Smitty's prettiness would win out in the end."
"Leno." Will snaps. "Shut the fuck up."
Leno raises his arms, the picture of innocence. He focuses back on Mack and tilts his head at him. "What? You think Smitty didn't tell us everything?" he snorts. "Poor kid."
Gabe snickers and joins Leno. "Neurotic and queer. What a First Overall you're going to make."
Mack doesn't understand, he can't...this doesn't make sense.
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Hockey makes him happy. Hockey gives him purpose.
He would have thought his mom would have picked up on that by now."Uh, yeah. I mean. I love hockey - "
"It's just." Robyn bats her hand around, trying to explain. "This is going to be your whole life. Your hockey career is going to define every single thing about you. If you get married and when, if you have kids or not, where you're going to live, it is going to be - "
"Everything." Macklin finishes. He squares his shoulders. "I know."
Robyn looks him up and down, her brows pinched together. "You're okay with that?"
Mack gestures down at himself. "Am I much good for anything else?"