you can take this as in or out of the au :)
—> warnings , soft fluff, mentions of throwing up (if you have emetophobia proceed with caution ⚠️)
—> sypnosis when macklin gets invited to Yn’s beach house with her family, he accepts, but on the day they are supposed to go, he gets sick and feels bad, but she just takes care of him
—> #juniespeaks i honestly am so tired, I’ve been on my period and just rotting on my couch watching tomadachi life vids but here you go (also i did change the plot slightly if that’s okay with you, anon 🥹)
THE NHL SEASON finally ended, and Macklin was free of the loud arenas and practice for a little while. He thought that during the offseason he’d spend more time with family and friends.
That’s when Lorelai comes in. Her family had a beach house on the coast of San Francisco, and they had invited Macklin and her over for a little bit.
Wanting to be nice, he accepted. Although, Mack had been feeling weird the past few days, becoming slightly more tired and having no energy.
It wasn’t a far drive, only about an hour, counting traffic. So the two decided to just drive there.
“Are you sure you wanna go?” Lorelai asked. She’s noticed Macklin act kind of weird lately, and didn’t want to force him to go anywhere he didn’t want to.
Macklin looks up from the mess on their apartment’s bedroom floor. His duffel bag was filled with clothes just stuffed in it. “Yeah, I’m sure. It’ll be fun spending sometime with your family.” He tries to reassure, but his voice was softer than usual.
She was suspicious, but just gives him a small nod before sitting criss cross next to him, taking the jumbled clothes out and folding them neatly, “Y’know, you could be a little more neat” Lorelai teased.
Macklin just rolled his eyes, bumping her shoulder, “Okay, Ms. Neat Freak.” He let out a scoff, although it sounded more like a laugh.
And for a second, Mack had felt like his shoulders felt light.
Today was when Mack and Lorelai would be going to San Francisco to meet her family, but over the night, Macklin just felt worse. His head hurt, his stomach hurt, and he was dizzy the moment he stood up.
He felt awful, but didn’t say anything. Mack didn’t want to ruin this for Lorelai, especially because she hasn’t seen her family in over a year due to his busy schedule and all.
When Macklin sat up from the bed, he could see the sweat stains on his shirt, clearly overheating under the covers, even though there was an AC. She was still peacefully sleeping next to him. YN looked a few years younger when she wasn’t always worrying about everyone around her.
He slowly shifted to sit on the edge of the bed and get his mind straight since he was dizzy. Mack stood up for a second but immediately did not feel good. The bathroom was too far for him to reach, so he kneeled down to the nearest trash can in the bedroom and started throwing up.
The noise had woken Lorelai up, and she noticed her boyfriend, crouched in front of a bin. Her legs automatically moved behind him. One of her hands went to his back rubbing it, and the other pushing his hair out of his face.
It took a few moments until it finally stopped. He lifted his face, and she took a towel and wiped his mouth. It was so gentle, and his glassy eyes had turned even more glassy.
A tear rolled down his cheek, but before it could fall down his chin, Lorelai wiped it.
“What happened, Mack?” She asked with a gentle voice. “Are you feeling sick?”
He looked back up at her, considered lying, but he knew that wouldn’t work since he just threw up. Macklin nodded, head now softly resting on Lorelai’s hand that cupped his cheek.
“I don’t think I can go, you should go by yourself..” Mack whispered. He wanted you to go, but he also had a little piece of him hoping you’d stay.
She just looked at him for a moment, but then said, “I’m not leaving you alone when you’re this sick. I’m cancelling.” Lorelai picked her phone up, going to text her family, when a calloused hand stopped her wrist.
“Just go, Lai.” Mack gripped her wrist, but it wasn’t tight as he didn’t have much energy.
Lorelai just tried to wiggle out of his grip, “No no, I’m not going. If I don’t stay now, I’m just gonna end up leaving the moment I get there.”
Macklin just looked up at her, and finally let go of her wrist. A quiet agreement.
By an hour, Macklin has been carefully tucked into the bed, hockey highlights softly playing on the tv, while Lorelai prepared chicken noodle soup.
She came in carrying a hot bowl, while Macklin sat up on the bed, looking miserable. “I made you some soup.” She sat on the edge of the bed, lifting the spoon up to his mouth. He took a small sip and realized that this was home.
