my manic pixi dream house

mack (so horny he can’t see straight): i wauna get smitty pregnnant,,

will: yeah?

mack: now that i'm captain. we should like. stop. like the. the things we do. like i should get a girlfriend. right? that's what captains do. right smitty?

will: yeah sure man no sweat do what u want

mack: that's... it? ur not... like. upset?

mack, internally: he should be so fucking upset. like crying-his-eyes-out, so-angry-he-breaks-things-and-begs-me-not-to-leave upset. like he should tell me not to go through with it and that he'd be better for me than any girl. and he should obviously throw me down onto the bed and fuck me to make me understand that i'm all he wants. obviously. like objectively that's what he should do. like objectively that's what i would do if smitty said he'd want to fuck someone else. like i'd chain him to the bed and not let him leave until he swore i was all he wanted. and like obviously he should do the same to me bc he doesn't want anyone other than me and he doesn't want ME to even think about anyone else. like, objectively.

will, carefully keeping his voice easy-going and perfectly even: well yeah it was only a matter of time. fun while it lasted though, right?

mack:

mack: 🤨

mack, blood boiling: like it's been two years though. nothing?

will: dude no offence but ur not the only man in the world. if u wanna get a gf, get a gf. hey, do u think people still use raya for hookups or should i just redownload grindr?

mack, blank faced, gritted teeth: whywouldudothat.

will: i mean if ur getting a gf, then i'm--

mack: throws will's phone against the wall

will: stares

mack: stares back

will: say sorry

mack: why would i say sorry? i'll buy u another one. ten if u want. like do u think ur grindr hookups would. or even could. like i'm obviously way better for u than any of them

will: that's not really how apologies work

mack: good bc i'm not apologizing when ur the one being a fucking idiot. pull ur head out of ur ass smitty obviously u won't need to download anything bc ur not fucking anyone else

will: well unfortunately u don't get to decide that for me.

mack: i do if ur my boyfriend, though.

will: well luckily we're not that, so.

mack: we are though. like exclusive. like no one other than me. right? say it

will, sighing theatrically: fineeee if that's what u want then whatever i guess. neither one of us will fuck anyone else. if u insist

mack: i do. like, ur mine smit. obviously.

will: lol sure whatever

He’ll plan fancy candlelit dinners and movie nights for us. He’ll turn his personal TikTok username into an homage to me, curate the perfect pictures of us for his Instagram dumps, and personally commission a hype reel for me set to a love song. He’ll stay up to watch me play against your team and refuse to celebrate his own country winning gold because he’s consoling me every way he can. He’ll drive me around, crack a million stupid jokes to make me laugh, and hone his body into the perfect instrument for mine on the ice, feeding me passes from the wing where you used to fly, and letting me do whatever I want with him off the ice, too.

And remember that charity game you were supposed to play together? Your chance to feel that magical connection again, the one that made you two-thirds of the most dominant line in college hockey? Yeah, he’ll cancel that. Because he’ll be out all night celebrating my contract, the one making me the highest paid player in the league, and training with me at his hometown rink instead.

And after all that, you know what I’ll do?

I’ll take your celly. The one where you raise your hand in victory and blow kisses to the crowd?

Except I won’t blow them to the crowd.

I’ll blow them at him, after scoring off his pass into an empty net, with no other players in sight. No crowd to charm, no audience to enrapture, and nobody there to perform for.

Because I only ever want his attention.

And guess what?

He’s looking back at me alright.

You’ll never have him again.

8/8 teams complete!