lemon sharkie

sanjosesharks we need a crosby x sharkie crossover

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penguins generational betrayal

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y/n.crosby just don't show this to my dad pls ❤️🐧

user1 so did you get that sj tour?

erikkarlsson65 Who are you calling geriatric?

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y/n.crosby ily you guys 🫶🏼 but you're old erikkarlsson65 @ rickardrakell Tydligen är vi gamla (apparently we’re old) rickardrakell Djärvheten (the audacity)

user2 guys!!! MACK INCOMING!!!

user3 will too!!! user4 pls tell me they actually hung out 🙏🏼 user5 proof or it didn't happen

fujifilmx_us new lenses on the way for our favorite cinematographer? 👀

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user6 you're so talented queen, teach us your ways

user7 nepotism

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user1 he did NOT take these pics himself

_willsmith2 delete

mackcelebrini no

user2 LMAO DID HE JUST POST WILL JUST TO DISTRACT US FROM THE FACT THAT HE WAS HANGING OUT WITH Y/N

user3 can you people like not? she doesnt follow him and hasn't liked any of his pics. stop with the shipping

user4 right, so him hanging out on a movie set is a complete coincidence? user3 lmao he was probably shooting an ad user5 yeah and macklin celebrini is definitely the type to go around town with a canon film camera user3 it could be one of his friends?? user5 me when i lie

user6 will and his inability to have a normal facial expression for once 💔

samdickinson4 okay pinterest queen 👑

collin.graf i literally saw him watch yt vids on how to fix your insta feed _willsmith2 and i'm the one with weird hobbies eklund_72 do we think there's a reason for his sudden aesthetic outburst tofff73 Identity crisis?

user7 lmao not the boys making fun of mack 😭

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the bar was filled with people shouting over each other, drinks spilling onto the floor, and bartenders trying to keep up with the orders. you didn’t plan on going out tonight, but one of fraser’s friends had managed to convince you to trade your at-home date for a night out.

you drummed your fingers against the bar, patiently waiting for the bartender to pick up your order. the third beer was making your head pleasantly fuzzy, and everything around you felt a little softer around the edges – but honestly, it was a good thing fraser’s friends had dragged you out. both of you were due for a nice evening away from the safe little bubble that was fraser’s apartment.

your social-butterfly boyfriend looked like he fit right in, sprawled in the booth with his arm draped over the back of the chair that you had been sitting just a minute ago. you smiled unconsciously, mirroring his wide one as he laughed at something one of his friends said.

suddenly, you felt a presence beside you – a strong smell of cologne hitting your nose, sharp and unpleasant. before you could even look up at whoever had invaded your space, you heard a faint, “fucking puck bunny.”

you straightened slightly, curling your hands into fists, and turned to the man and shot him a glare. it wasn’t your first time being called that, which didn’t mean you were okay with it.

“excuse me?”

“you’re minten’s girlfriend, right?”

“whether i am or not, you don’t get to call me a puck bunny. you don’t get to call anyone that, for that matter.”

the beer definitely helped with your confidence, which you were quietly grateful for. standing up for yourself wasn’t the issue in itself, but doing it face-to-face with someone much bigger than you, who also happened to be a man, wasn’t exactly easy.

“sure,” he scoffed, leaning down slightly, gracing you with the stench of something stronger than beer on his breath. “i’ll call you whatever i want as long as you’re the reason his game is shit lately.”

“me? i’m the reason he can’t get a puck in the net? and how exactly is that my fault?”

you could see he was starting to get properly annoyed now, the way his jaw ticked and his biceps strained against his shirt. maybe rage-baiting a gym bro wasn’t the best idea, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“if you weren’t so fucking desperate to fuck him, maybe then he’d actually focus on what’s important,” he spat, nostrils flaring. “a fucking puck bunny,” he repeated slowly, enunciating every word like he wanted it to stick.

that’s when you felt the familiar weight of fraser’s hand on your hip and his broad chest pressing against your back, instantly allowing you to take a deeper breath and relax into him. you reached for his other hand, interlacing your fingers.

“can i ask why you’re disrespecting my girlfriend?” he asked, his tone jarringly flat and emotionless.

he might not have been the most intimidating-looking guy, but his height, the strength hidden under his clothes, and the simple fact he was a bruin – meaning fighting was practically in his blood – made the man in front of you visibly falter.

not so confident now, huh?

“i wasn’t… it was just a joke,” the guy stammered.

both you and fraser snickered at that.

“yeah, because calling someone a puck bunny is such a compliment,” fraser said flatly, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “look, if you ever talk to my girlfriend like that again, or even try to come near her again, i’ll break your fucking nose. got it?”

“no, but—”

“oh my god, get the fucking memo and fuck off,” fraser groaned.

the guy didn’t hesitate for another second before quickly disappearing into the crowd.

you turned in your boyfriend’s arms as he watched the man leave, his gaze following him until he was gone. only then did fraser’s expression soften, the blue of his eyes looking darker in the dim bar light.

“you okay?” he asked, scanning you as if checking for injuries.

“that was kind of hot,” you admitted.

“huh?” fraser’s brows lifted, his expression slipping back into something softer and boyish.

you just shook your head and buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of his cologne.

as much as your polite and soft-spoken boyfriend was off the ice, you knew he’d never hesitate to stand up for you – channeling his inner bruin the second someone made you uncomfortable.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑

watching connor get into scrums and semi-serious fights on the ice was fun. you knew he’d never really drop his gloves – not at this point in his career, anyway – so there was never much to worry about beyond maybe a bloody nose or a bruised eye.

watching connor get angry off the ice, though, wasn’t nearly as fun.

didn’t matter whether it was because someone blocked his car in, the shirt he wanted to wear was in the wash, or someone was being a dick to a person he cared about.

and unfortunately, that person was often you.

ever since the waiter came up to lead you to your booth, you could feel the bad vibes radiating off this place. at first, you tried convincing yourself you were just tense from the stressful weekend you’d had, but it quickly became obvious that it wasn’t the restaurant, and it wasn’t your own head either.

it was the waiter.

he ignored every word you said, only nodding or reacting whenever connor spoke. then he “accidentally” forgot your drink. And when he finally brought it over–

“i’m sooo sorry, i’m such a mess today,” he sighed dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest while water soaked into your dress.

you hadn’t thought to put a napkin on your lap before the food arrived, and now you regretted it heavily.

you and connor exchanged a look.

“it’s fine,” you said, forcing a smile, even though all you really wanted to do was punch the little shit in the face.

then came the food: some kind of soup the restaurant was supposedly famous for. steam curled from the bowls as your lovely waiter set connor’s down first.

the second he turned toward you, something uneasy twisted in your chest.

you instinctively shifted further into the booth just as the waiter set the bowl down, and spilled some of it directly onto the seat you’d been sitting in seconds earlier.

if you hadn’t moved, the boiling soup would’ve landed straight on your legs.

“are you–” your boyfriend burst out, visibly stopping himself from swearing. he planted both palms flat against the table, and only then did you notice how badly his hands were shaking. “are you kidding me? what the hell are you doing?”

“i’m just having a rough shift, man.” the waiter shrugged like he hadn’t nearly scalded you alive and casually reached to wipe down the seat, as if you weren’t already preparing to grab your things and leave.

“no, you almost burned my girlfriend’s legs,” your boyfriend snapped. “that’s not a rough shift. what the hell is wrong with you?”

his blue eyes searched the waiter’s face for any sign of remorse. regret. literally anything. but there was nothing. if anything, the guy looked smug.

“is this some kind of hockey fan thing?” connor asked, his voice getting louder with every sentence. he was a hothead through and through, and even if he usually tried to avoid confrontation – not exactly being good at it – he never wanted you to feel like he wouldn’t stand up for you. “you don’t like me, so you’re taking it out on my girlfriend?”

the waiter still didn’t react, visibly trying to rile connor up.

which, unfortunately, was working.

“listen–”

“no, you know what?” you cut in quickly. “i think we’re done here. let’s just go.”

“no, but–” connor looked about two seconds away from throwing a punch.

you sent him a stern look – the one he knew better than to ignore unless he wanted real trouble afterward.

“happy wife, happy life, i guess,” he muttered under his breath, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the booth.

“wife?”

he shrugged.

“doesn’t sound as nice with ‘girlfriend.’”

𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘

sidney was prepared for the post-game media to be rough.

his game tonight had been poor – by his standards, at least. nothing connected the way it should have. he and his linemates couldn’t find rhythm and the other team’s goalie seemed to turn into a brick wall, so shooting the puck became, at some point, pointless. he could feel aches in parts of his body that he hadn’t felt in years.

but what he hadn’t anticipated was one of the reporters – a new face, likely filling in for someone else – to start asking about you. and not only asking, but making statements. some pretty messed up statements.

“would you say that the reason for your game tonight was y/n?”

every journalist froze. a few mouths fell slightly open. heads snapped toward the man as if checking whether they had misheard. even some of the players nearby glanced over, momentarily pulled from their post-game haze. everyone and their mother knew not to ask sidney about his private life when it came to the public and media, and they hadn’t heard anyone be so upfront in… forever.

“i’m sorry?” sid let out a short, disbelieving laugh, unsure whether he had misheard the question. heat crept up the back of his neck, and it had nothing to do with the game.

“i mean, we know you went on a trip with y/n during the break, so could that be the reason you seemed distracted tonight?”

sidney stared at him, dumbfounded. “are you calling my wife a distraction?”

“well, those are your words, not mine,” the reporter replied with a small, smug laugh.

that wiped off the confused expression from sid’s face and replaced it with a locked-in, intimidating – and slightly off-putting – stare that had opponents shaking in their skates during faceoffs.

“first of all, what you’re doing is fucking unprofessional,” he couldn’t help but curse, dropping the nice-guy façade. the journalist’s smile dropped a bit. he didn’t seem all that sure of himself anymore, seeing sid in his pissed-off glory usually reserved for the ice.

“second of all, she has never been a distraction, and i won’t allow you to use my wife as a scapegoat for why we played like shit tonight. if anything, she’s the reason why i’m here, so instead you should fucking thank her and not disrespect her like you just did.”

despite the harsh words and sid being not like himself, the clip from the media was posted, and it was safe to say you were more than a little undone watching your usually quiet, polite husband speak so openly – and so fiercely – about you.

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋

seeing will angry was one thing. seeing will angry and acting on it was something entirely different.

his slightly sunburnt cheeks – earned only because will was the most stubborn man alive when it came to sunscreen – were flushed as he pressed his lips into a tight line.

“will, it’s okay,” you said, placing a hand against his chest, right over his heart. “seriously.”

he shook his head, blond curls falling over his forehead before he shoved them back with a frustrated tug. his blue eyes refused to meet yours, locked instead on the person who had been, unfortunately, being a dick to you.

one of his teammates had brought a friend along to the team dinner, and he had turned out to be exactly that – difficult, rude, and far too comfortable overstepping. judging by will’s reaction, though, douchebag might have been too soft a word.

“he disrespected the fuck out of you, honey,” your boyfriend said, his voice tight with emotion. “i can’t just stand back and watch that.”

“but you can,” you said firmly. “you can, and you will, william.” at that, he finally looked at you. his gaze snapped to yours at the use of his full name, frustration still burning behind his eyes. “i love you,” you continued more softly, “but you’re not going to beat up your friend’s guest at a dinner where there are kids running around in the garden.”

he exhaled sharply and tipped his head back, staring up at the sky as if searching for patience there. “why are you being so calm about this? Usually you’re the one one step away from starting a fistfight.”

that made you smile.

you reached up and cradled his face in your hands. the tension in him shifted slightly at the touch, his expression softening as his own hands settled at your waist, thumbs brushing lightly beneath the hem of your shirt.

“because he’s not worth it,” you said quietly. “he’s not worth your anger, or your attention, or your emotions. he’s just a fucking dick. and yeah, what he said was upsetting, but so what? really, let’s just enjoy ourselves, will. have dinner with our friends. spend some well-deserved time together.”

for a moment, he looked as though he might genuinely melt into you on the spot.

a small, softer smile tugged at your mouth.

“besides,” you added, “knowing you get that angry over some dipshit kind of makes this whole situation worth it.”

𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍

leaving the rink with mack was never your favorite part of the night. not because of his driving – though the way he treated every lamppost like a personal challenge certainly didn’t help – but because of what waited outside the arena doors.

the crowds. the signatures. the cameras. you and mack lived by the “private but not secret” rule, because at his level, “secret” wasn’t really an option anyway. especially now, with everything getting bigger, louder, harder to ignore. 

so you made yourself smaller in the passenger seat whenever you could. sink down, blend in, disappear for a while, as mack signed jerseys and posed for photos. usually, no one really paid much attention to you. sometimes you even got small gifts from fans, which never failed to make your heart melt. but sometimes you weren’t so lucky.

they were almost the last ones to get their jerseys signed before you could finally drive away and get some peace, just the two of you, after many hours.

“does it ever get annoying?” asked one of the boys, who couldn’t have been much older than your boyfriend himself.

mack’s hands paused briefly over the jersey. you already knew the face he was making without even seeing it – brows slightly furrowed, that confused little pout he got when something didn’t make sense.

from the corner of your eye you saw the boy nodding toward you.

fuck.

mack turned in his seat to look at you, green eyes catching yours in the darkness of the car, illuminated only by the dim light spilling from the dashboard. 

“you mean my girlfriend?” your boyfriend asked, keeping his tone perfectly polite, and handed back the jersey, already taking another photo from the guy’s friend.

“yeah,” he shrugged, as if that was the most normal question in the world.

your heart was suddenly way too loud in your chest, and you itched to grab onto mack’s bicep to ground yourself. but that would only draw more attention to you, so instead you pulled his hoodie closer around yourself, hoping that would make you invisible.

at this point, you were kind of used to situations like these. the comments. the stares. the TikTok conspiracy theories saying you were dating him for XYZ. always a different reason. never less hurtful and misogynistic. it never became entirely easy to deal with them, though – not so much because of you yourself, but because you didn’t want to be something that complicated mack’s world. you didn’t want to be a problem to manage.

“i don’t think i’m following,” mack said. he slightly readjusted in the seat, so his legs were spread further out, and while usually you’d grumble about him manspreading, now you appreciated when his knee brushed against yours.

“i mean, she’s been here with you for each of the past… i don’t even know how many games. like, she’s always here. doesn’t it get annoying?”

you couldn’t see it yourself, but mack was fuming on the inside. the only reason he didn’t tell him to fuck off was the PR nightmare it would cause. 

macklin celebrini telling a fan to fuck off. 

yeah, sounds like a dream for his PR team. besides, social media would definitely find out that it had something to do with you, and he couldn’t let that happen.

he needed to keep you away from this mess as much as he could.

mack could feel you next to him, sitting stiff as a board, and he didn’t want anything more than to at least grab your hand to comfort you and ground himself – but he didn’t want to draw more attention to you.

he cleared his throat, as he returned the last item for signing. 

‘she’s always here because she’s my partner,’ mack said as a matter-of-factly, grasping onto what he had learned at the PR trainings that he frankly didn’t pay much attention to. ‘that’s kind of the whole point, no?’

the guy was about to say something more, but mack cut him off. 

‘now if you don’t mind, i’m like super tired after the game, so i’ll just like go. thanks for the support, though’ he said, this time not sparing the sarcasm.

finally, you were pulling away from the rink. glad for it to be over, you exhaled and sunk further into your seat.

‘you didn’t have to say anything, mack’.

user1 oml y/n's with fraser in switzerland??

user2 mama y papaaaaa

user3 they're literary such couple goals, I need what they have 😔✊🏼

your.bsf how many museums have you managed to have already seen?

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y/n.bedard like all of them? _willsmith2 hasn't it been like four days since the tournament started your.bsf she's crazy like that

user4 give our congrats to fraser for the player of the game!!

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user5 um hello what is will doing here? guys??

user6 fraser, will wants to steal your girl user7 I think y/n is friends with will's gf since they both study at bu user8 WE NEED Y/N AND WILL'S GF TOGETHERRRR

mackcelebrini you're going out with us tonight

y/n.bedard in your dreams babes, i'm not going to play babysitter <3 fraserminten sidney crosbehhhh mackcelebrini nevermind

_connorbedard so not only did you steal my best friend but you also didnt invite me to come. your both the worst

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y/n.celebrini my greatest loves <3

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catbtoffoli i love having a smart daughter

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michaelmisa_ are you saying we're dumb? y/n.celebrini you literally know only stick and puck so yes 🫶🏼 michaelmisa_ @_willsmith2 your gf is bullying us how are you gonna respond? _willsmith2 i'll say that she's right? catbtoffoli oh, you trained him well girl

user1 lmao y/n is running a strict program i see

user2 i'm obsessed with her, beauty and brains (and a hot boyfriend)

_willsmith2 my pretty girl ❤️

y/n.celebrini fyi i'm still mad _willsmith2 what do I have to do for you to forgive me ❤️ y/n.celebrini bring all the puppies to boston _willsmith2 not going to happen ❤️

samdickinson4 when you find a new planet can you name it after me?

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y/n.celebrini submitting the paperwork to the IAU as we speak

user3 that pic of will is to die forrrr

user4 we need y/n to post more candids of will cuz this is making me go insaneee user5 I'm surprised she posts anything about him tbh user6 well she knew what she was doing when getting into a relationship with him lol

mackcelebrini i'm not your love?

y/n.celebrini be grateful i didn't post one of those ugly ass photos of you drooling in your sleep

user8 those doggies are so adorable!!!

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your.bsf you're the literal epitome of a performative male

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y/n.crosby because i can't pull hoes or the matcha? your.bsf both 😭

user1 how does it feel to live my dream life

user2 what are you working on rn??

calemakar_ where do you keep your oscar?

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y/n.crosby funny calemakar_ see how you can’t even hit me back with the stanley cup line cuz i actually have one? y/n.crosby i'm bloking you

user3 y/n would you recommend the book?

y/n.crosby if you're into historical fiction then yes ☺️

user4 am i dreaming or did macklin just like y/n’s post

user5 here y'all go again user6 but they didn't say anything??? user5 lmao but we know where this is going user4 I was just surprised, no need to be a dick 🫶🏼

user8 mack go away she's for the girls

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y/n.crosby soooo who wants to give me a san jose tour?

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kletang_58 congrats kiddo!! so proud of you

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y/n.crosby love you!!

user1 why is she in sj?

user2 I think she got an internship at universal so she's probably filming something

user3 i think baby canada would gladly show you around lol

user4 preach. he’s literally been liking all her posts lately

penguins our future Hollywood star!

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e.malkin71geno have fun солнышко

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user5 fucking nepo baby

user6 yeah no way she got that internship without her last name lol user7 has it ever occurred to you that maybe she’s just really good at what she does? user8 you're such losers user9 knowing sid’s competitiveness and ambition, i’ll take a wild guess and say y/n’s the same

rickardrakell are we getting invited to the premiere?

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user10 mack's here again 🤨

user11 you do realise mack literally trains with sidney in summer right? ofc they know each other user12 let us be delusional user13 yeah but it’s still weird that he suddenly started liking all her posts