everyone’s talking about will smith hockey at noah kahan but no one’s talking about gigi perez being the opener
the concept of will and his buds arriving to the show halfway through her set to then sit down when fucking fable comes on and wsh gets slapped in the face sixteen times as he Realises
will abusing his position as frat president will do it for me every time.
i love the concept of mack being absolutely not at all charmed by will. he just doesn't notice him. doesn't care. he comes to the frat rarely, and only because aiden's there.
will tries to approach mack, flirt with him, ask him out, and keeps fumbling. he's so weirdly nervous, stumbling over his words, hands sweaty. he tries to play it cool but gets lost in mack's big smile and stupidly pretty eyes.
mack just looks at him strangely and politely excuses himself. mack's private on insta, so will can't even message him on there without seeming super pushy (and probably embarrassing himself further).
desperate times call for desperate measures. mack only really comes to parties or social events, never just to hang. so, will very logically decides that the frat needs to up their game this semester. more parties with better booze and fun themes. karaoke nights, costume parties. more sorority mixers, since he heard mack is friends with some of the girls there. more non-alcoholic (just less alcohol, realistically) daytime social events. anything aiden might invite him to, and mack might possibly find interesting enough to attend.
weeks pass. then finally he comes to movie night, where they have a big projector set up in the backyard and air mattresses on the ground. mack complains about the movie choice and the snacks and doesn't look at will once. but he came. next movie night, will plans to get mack's favorites; whatever he sees him buy on campus and an absurd amount of mini m&ms (bc mack had looked at the regular ones and said the mini ones are so much better). will is determined to get this right.
he picks a rom com, one of his personal favs. heavier on the com than the rom, because mack thought the action movie from last time was boring but was telling aiden how much he liked some old comedy tv show he'd been binging.
he runs into mack at target. his basket is full of snacks and drinks, specifically for mack. the bulk of the stuff he'll pick up at costco, but mack's special. he gets a private reserve. it's specific things, too, not the generic party snacks from last time. the mini m&ms, white cheddar skinny pop, low sugar simply raspberry lemonade, double stuff oreos. mango white claw, which he'll keep in his room's mini fridge so it doesn't get stolen.
they lock eyes. mack seems oblivious, but will feels caught. a dazed hi, mack leaves his lips before his brain can stop it. mack looks at him funny, but greets him back, a little shy. he looks at the contents of will's cart and raises an eyebrow.
"what's all that for?" mack says. he's never seen any of these things the few times he's been to the frat. he's dug through the big pantry plenty of times, playing video games with aiden.
will stammers, so uncharacteristically nervous, his aloof demeanor entirely shattered.
"they're for movie night. uh, for you."
mack's eyebrows furrow. "what?"
"you, um, said you didn't really like the selection last time? so i'm getting some new stuff."
"oh, that's nice of you." mack takes in will's choices and laughs. "these are all my favorites, actually. you have better taste than i thought."
"haha, yeah." will fronts awkwardly. "crazy coincidence."
mack nods and goes to turn away, a goodbye halfway past his lips. will interrupts him, blurting out
"can i actually get your number?"
mack's eyebrow raises slightly. will answers his question before he can ask.
"just so i can text you when movie night is."
mack smirks, squinting at will. "movie night is always on thursday."
fuck. "uh, right."
"there's no other reason you'd want my number?" he asks, coy.
'you're gonna make me say it?"
mack pretends to think. "hm, yeah."
will laughs, his face hot. he takes a steadying breath.
"i want your number because i want to take you out, like a date."
mack smiles at him, a real one, and will spots the faintest blush across his cheeks.
"okay."
"wait, yes?"
"yes, will." mack laughs, "you can have my number. and a the date, too. not movie night. that doesn't count. something good, with just us."
"whatever you want, mack." will knows there's a lot more truth to that statement than he's (hopefully) letting on.
okay imagine will smith hockey sidequest king randomly picks up matchmaking as a new hobby and he’s actually very good at it. (it’s all the romcoms mack swears)
like he sets delly up with one of grace’s friends and they’re still going strong. somehow finds the one person on earth who can tolerate leno for more than five minutes. was the entire driving force behind misa and dicky finally realising they’re in love.
now he’s getting texts from random guys around the league like he’s some kind of hockey cupid. has a growing list of successful matches who all owe their happiness to wsh matchmaking services.
he loves it. loves the little rush when two people click, loves helping someone find their person.
until macklin asks him.
mack comes up one day like “hey smitty can you find me someone too?” and will just goes “sure mackie 🙂” through gritted teeth.
internally he’s spiraling. because who the fuck is good enough for his super special boybestfriend?? he runs through every contact he has, friends, old teammates, current opponents and immediately starts finding problems with every single option in his head.
too loud. not smart enough. can’t keep up with mack on or off the ice. doesn’t look at him the right way.
they’re all trash.
he tells himself he’s just being protective.
mack keeps checking in all sweet and hopeful. “any updates?” and will keeps saying “not yet” while feeling like absolute shit.
around the fourth time mack gets this sad little puppy look and goes “oh… but you found someone for everyone else. is there something wrong with me? 🥺”
will almost drops his phone.
“mackie no, you’re perfect, anyone would be so fucking lucky to have you, nobody’s good enough for you, that’s the problem.”
mack looks even more confused“why?”
will pauses.
then it hits him all at once, like rewatching game film. every late night talk on the couch. the way mack always leans into his side after tough games. how no one else has ever felt right.
oh my god.
“fuck” will says quietly, staring at him.
mack blinks.
will points at himself “it’s me.”
“…what?”
“i’m the guy, mack.” will’s looking at him like he’s personally offended mack hasn’t already caught on “i’m literally the perfect guy for you”
mack just stares at him “…seriously?”
“yes??” will throws his hands up. “who knows you better than me? who drives you everywhere? who remembers your chipotle order? who’s at your place more than their own? be serious right now.”
mack’s trying so hard not to smile “willy…”
and then will freezes.
because mack is smiling.
smiling.
that stupid (beautiful) gummy smile.
“oh my god,” will says, horrified “you knew.”
mack shrugs.
“took you long enough.”
will stares at him for another second then immediately grabs his face “you’re such a fucking brat dude” and kisses him anyway.
can we all take a moment to remember this petty, obsessive little detail from will smith. any BC jersey would've worked. literally any of them. but no. it had to be that one "i remembered that specific game. i remembered exactly which jersey i was wearing and i'm gonna make sure you remember it too" also, will is SO territorial here. i rly hope he didn't wash it first bc the mental image of mack having to wear will's gross, sweaty game jersey is sooooo hot
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