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my canadian boyfriend au where gabe and leno constantly tease will for being the only one who’s always single and never really seems interested in a relationship.

then over the summer will goes on vacation with his family and comes back to college with a boyfriend.

obviously gabe and leno want to meet him.

will’s like “well he’s canadian so you wouldn’t know him.”

so they ask for a picture.

will explains that his boyfriend doesn’t really like having his picture taken, so he doesn’t have that many and then shows them this blurry ass picture of some guy clearly trying to dodge the camera who could genuinely be anyone.

like he could have got that shit off pinterest.

they’re like “okay bud”

then they ask what his name is.

“macklin celebrini”

and gabe and leno kinda side eye each other.

because what kind of name is macklin celebrini? that’s not even a real name, he couldn’t have thought of something more realistic?

months pass and will is still talking about this fake canadian boyfriend like he’s a real person, he’s constantly talking about what macklin is doing, texting him, turning people down because he has a ‘boyfriend’

eventually they start getting genuinely worried about him and agree this is their fault, they spent so long teasing will about being single that he’s had to invent a fake boyfriend and now he’s gone crazy and thinks this guy is real.

so they use their spare key to get into will’s apartment and start putting up an intervention banner that says WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT MACKLIN.

they’re trying to be quiet enough to set it up while will’s asleep, but then they start arguing over the positioning of the banner and hear rustling coming from will’s bedroom.

and somebody comes out.

but it’s not will?

it’s a guy around their age, auburny brown hair, green eyes, looking completely rumpled and tired, he looks at them and goes “who are you?”

leno blurts out “who the fuck are you?”

the guy just looks between them “macklin?”

gabe and leno just stare at him.

gabe goes, “you’re real?”

macklin looks at them, completely unimpressed “evidently?”

And when Mack’s summer dump drops to the sweet sounds of Orbiter, then what?

colleen isn't a boy mom, she's a girl mom

she wanted two girls so she got two girls and she raised will the exact same way that she raised grace

it probably doesn't help that he seems to be surrounded by female cousins

it explains why i never picked up on that weird sexual undertone from her that boy moms usually have, she's the kind of overbearing a girl mom is

that is a mother daughter relationship, i bet will could relate to ladybird

it would explain her following him around the country, first during the NTDP and now at the sharks, that's her baby girl

it would explain the way will's ideas of hanging out and bonding are soooo girl coded, going for dinners, gossiping at coffee shops, the matching outfits

and his boy harem indulged him

i've said before that will is pretty and quirky enough to trigger the manic pixie dream girl effect in boys, which explains his boy harem, but being socialised like a girl adds so much to that

will smith hockey kinda filled the role of only girl in a boy friendgroup

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.