can you write one of mack being jealous because she wasn’t paying him attention, maybe she was helping will with something?
MC71.||macklin celebrini.
mack upset his gf is helping will.
“Hey, Y/N, can you help me?” Will called out from the kitchen.
Macklin was currently splayed across my lap, soaking up his daily dose of afternoon cuddles on the couch. I couldn't help but smile, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head as I gently tried to nudge him off so I could stand up.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec,” I promised.
Macklin immediately stiffened, his eyes snapping open to look at me with a pout. “No. Where are you going?”
“I’m just going to go help Will with something in the kitchen, baby,” I said, soothingly rubbing his back.
“No, stay here,” he insisted, his voice dropping into that stubborn, pouty tone he reserved specifically for when he didn't get his way.
I giggled at how adorable he looked, even when he was being difficult. “I’ll be fast, Mackie. I promised him I’d help, and it’s just the next room over. You’ll be right here.”
He sat up, grabbing his hoodie and pulling it over his head as if to hide from the world. “So, you’re going to leave me for my friend? It’s my cuddle time,” he grumbled, crossing his arms firmly over his chest.
I gave him one last squeeze before walking away, heading into the kitchen. I spent the next half hour helping Will bake some treats, laughing as I cleaned up the flour explosions and spills Will kept creating in his chaotic baking process. Once the last tray was out of the oven, I plated one of the treats, eager to bring it back to Macklin as a peace offering.
I walked back into the living room with a smile, but the couch was empty.
“Mackie? Where are you?” I called out, my smile fading as I looked around the apartment. It was eerily quiet. I searched every room, but he was nowhere to be found.
“Will, Mack’s missing,” I said, setting the plate down on the kitchen island, feeling a sudden knot of anxiety in my stomach.
Will looked up, his expression shifting from confusion to panic. “What? He’s gone?” He quickly pulled out his phone and checked his Ring camera footage. A moment later, he sighed, his shoulders slumping. “He left.” He turned the screen toward me, showing the footage of Macklin walking out the front door, hoodie pulled low, his phone in his sweatpants pocket, and his car keys dangling from his hand. He looked small, and to my horror, I could see his shoulders shaking—he was sniffling as the door clicked shut behind him.
Will began biting his nails nervously. “You don’t think I made him sad when I asked you to help me, do you?”
I sighed, leaning against the counter. “I think he’s feeling a bit neglected. He was having his cuddle time.”
Will nodded, clearly feeling guilty for being the accidental cause of his friend’s departure. “I can drive you home if you want. I feel terrible.” He grabbed his keys, and I followed him out the door.
The drive to my place was quiet, save for Will’s occasional, “Sorry again,” which I waved off. When he pulled up to my house, I thanked him, hopped out, and unlocked my front door, stepping inside and kicking off my shoes.
“Macklin?” I called out into the house. Silence.
I walked further inside, heart sinking, until I reached the kitchen. There he was, sitting at the island, picking at a bowl of leftover chicken and rice from the day before. His legs were swinging rhythmically in the air, but his head was hung low.
“Baby, why did you leave?” I asked softly, pulling up a stool next to him.
He didn't look up, just took a sip of water. “You were having fun without me. You just left me in the middle of cuddle time.”
“Okay, but you didn’t have to just disappear! I’m sorry Will asked for help, but there was no need to get jealous over ten minutes in the kitchen,” I reasoned, placing a gentle hand on his back.
He shook his head, finally looking at me with hurt eyes. “He could have asked for both of our help, but he only wanted you. It felt like I was being pushed aside.”
“Mackie, I am so, so sorry you felt left out, but leaving like that really worried me,” I said, my voice softening.
He shrugged, setting his spoon down and sliding off the stool to put his bowl in the sink. “I just wanted to be alone.”
“I don’t like it when you’re sad, love,” I said, walking over and wrapping my arms around him from behind, pressing my cheek against his back while he washed the dish.
“I’m okay,” he muttered, though his stiff posture told a different story. He finished washing the plate and dried his hands.
I let go, watching him walk toward the living room. “Let’s finish your cuddle time now, yeah?” I suggested, moving to the couch and opening my arms expectantly.
He shook his head, heading toward the bedroom instead. “No, I don’t want to. I’m going for a nap.”
I followed him. “Okay, let’s nap together, then.” I smiled, climbing onto the bed, but as I reached for him, he turned his back, pulling the blanket tight around his shoulders.
“I don’t really want to cuddle,” he whispered.
My concern spiked, and I sat up, placing a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder. “Macklin, look at me.”
He turned his head slightly, his eyes guarded.
“There is no need to be jealous. I love you, and you are my priority,” I said, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to his cheek.
He nodded slowly, letting out a long, shaky breath before turning back over and closing his eyes. He was going to be difficult and stubborn for the rest of the day, but I knew that beneath the pout, he just needed to be reminded that he was safe with me. I tucked the blanket around him and lay down behind him, waiting for his breathing to even out into sleep.
mack on the cover of nhl 26 i need that.
