Imma start by saying you're responsible for all that follows. you've lured me into the samisa island and I've been a prisoner ever since (I'm exactly where I want to be tho nobody save me).
been seeing a lot going around about mis crushing on mack and I'm liking it A Lot. but not in the sexual way, he's just super impressed by him, when a lil bro is admiring his older brother's bestie because he's SO cool, but he fumbles and blushes and embarrases himself whenever mack is around and being his confidant, sam notices, and at first he's giving him shit about it. just chirping him about his grand failings in front of the boyking. sam can't believe mis really fumbled so hard in front of mack! mack, the idiot who, despite being a legend, is almost always hanging off of will and being silly gooses together. so yeah, at first it's all funny and shit until it's just not. it's all fun until sam notices that mis seems actually upset after he's laughed about his epic fail, he starts to see he's upset whenever he misses a shot in front of mack or whenever mack doesn't listen to one of his jokes, which, knowing misa, took him a lot of courage to get out in the first place. it's all so annoying actually, mack looking at will and misa looking at mack and sam looking at misa upset and sad and it twists something in him. mis is his best bud and he doesn't want to see him this hurt, especially over mack.
he tries to comfort misa but mis just shakes it off, like he always does with anything that bothers him. he pretends it's not hurting him so he can hurt in private, until sam burrows into his bed and weasels the truth out of him, or the sobs, whatever comes first and this whole mack thing is getting annoying, and sam wants to punch a wall, or mack, preferably mack.
this whole thing doesn't turn on any sirens in his head until they're hanging out at some bar and it's dark and sweaty and unbearable. sam is scrolling through his phone, waiting for a text from some girl he's really not that interested in but he's seeing where it's going, will by his side on his phone too and mack and mis at the bar getting drinks. he looks up to find mis leaning into mack, smile so big and wide and unfiltered and mack is, for once actually, engaged into whatever mis is saying. sam smiles. this is nice, mis is finally getting the attention he wanted, the attention he should always deserve and have because he's great and everyone in their vicinity should know this. so it should be nice, sam shouldn't be even angrier at mack. it makes no sense, he shouldn't want to go over there and shove mack away, shouldn't want to march there and slap mack's hand from landing on misa's shoulder. like he has any right to touch his shoulder. or any part of him. he upset mis so much the boy would mope around for days, head leaning onto sam's shoulder and cuddling into him all sad and miserable, not his usual soft sunny self. fuck, sam shouldn't be getting this worked up, especially that mis is now happy, especially that mack didn't actually do any of those things because mack is an evil evil guy and he's out to destroy lives. he's just sometimes oblivious to anything that's not hockey and will. sam glances at will to find his eyes also fixated on the two by the bar, his brows frowed at how mis has inched so much closer to mack, animatedly talking about something, not really paying attention to how close they now are. it takes sam exactly 5 seconds. he looks at will, then looks at the two by the bar then back at the expression on will's face.
he realizes he's wearing the exact same expression will is wearing and- well, shit.
everyone is very much aware about will and mack, and mack and will. attached at the hip, pair do not separate kind of stuff. you can't really see one without the other and sam will take it to his grave that he once walked in on them making out, he told no one and they haven't acknowledged that he saw them except with a few glances. they know their secret is safe and in anyway, whatever they have going on he wants to have no part of. all that aside, it hits him that he's looking at misa the same exact way will is looking at mack, and it's intense and it's burning.
just in this moment, mack looks over and sees will and his whole demeanor shifts, seems to sigh in relief, like he's been looking for him and can't believe he finally found him, even though he knew will would be sitting right here where be left him, waiting. seeing this, will smiles back, all slow blinks and soft looks.
sam sighs, over this whole shit. what's important is that mack steps away from mis, nods towards the table and they take the drinks and make their way back to them.
misa sits right next to him, smiling and happy and sam doesn't even care that it's because of mack, who is currently deep in conversation with will, their heads bowed close to each other one would assume they haven't seen each other in years. sam is just happy misa is happy. he bumps his shoulder into misa's. "animated conversation you were having over there."
"oh," misa says, blushing, and it's so cute sam wants to squish his face in his hands, maybe follow it with kisses all over his face. "no big deal, was just talking about tonight's game."
"ah, finally got over your big fear of talking to your crush?" sam teases, bumps their shoulders again. it's an excuse really, he just wants to be glued to misa all night, the boy's warmth seeping into him.
misa, dumb and brilliant misa, furrows his brow. "I've told you one hundred times, i just admire the guy. no one did it like him since crosby so," he shrugs, intensely self aware as always, despite what may appear as obviousness. sam adores him.
uncharacteristically, sam finds himself clearing his throat, a little flustered by his own next words that he tries to hide with a laugh and a sip from his drink. "thought i lost you to the boyking or something," he rolls his eyes, his heart in his throat for misa's reaction.
again, ceaselessly surprising, infinitely raw, misa frowns. "you can never lose me, sam." and his eyes are so honest, so soft and big and bright sam wants to do something drastic, like hug him or take him by the wrist and leave or- or- he doesn't think he can even let himself think about this yet. not yet, not here, not now.
he swallows his desire instead, feels like he swallowed the sun, it's sitting deep and burning in his stomach, gnawing. "yeah?" his voice is all raw and he's scared his wants are bare on his face. he's afraid afraid afraid.
misa, beautiful warm lights up everywhere he goes misa, smiles, it's small and soft and, sam realizes with a jolt, it's just for him: "yeah." sam thinks he can live with this now. he knocks his shoulder with his best friend again, smiles into his drink and meets misa's soft glance and even softer smile and thinks again, yeah he can live with this now, nobody can take this away from them.
LISTEN, sam having a one sided animosity towards mack is hilarious to me and should be discussed more. anyways love your writing sf much!!!
we have GOT to get you an ao3 account, oh my god!!!!! i’ve been vaguely ignoring the mackmisa stuff but i think you’ve opened my eyes here… i’m seeing it. oh i’m seeing it.
sam doing his best to be a good confidant and support for misa even though in his head all his advice is we should kill that guy with hammers. sam knows mack’s cool, and an idiot, but his allegiances are firmly with misa and if he so much as gets teary eyed about macklin fucking celebrini, sam thinks he has the go ahead to board the guy. misa is too cool for him anyway
and biggest shoutout to sam realizing he’s in love with misa bc him and will are sporting the same face. like really??? im like THAT guy???
i just. i honestly have no words for you bc this was perfect. you’ve done it!!!! for sam it’s always going to misa and for misa, it’s always going to be sam
