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Just as a reminder, since the 2018/19 season Nedeljkovic has played for the following NHL teams: the Canes, the Red Wings, the Penguins and now the Sharks. So keep their rosters in mind.

His first two answers for forwards were the usual suspects: Sid and Mack.

Then he had trouble deciding on the third but this is how the conversation went from there:

1. After he got clarification that they were looking for someone who would complement Sid and Mack the best, there was absolutely NO hesitation in saying it's Will.

2. He's basically putting Will on the same level as Svechnikov - a guy who's 5 years older than Will, is undoubtedly his team's second best player (this last season he was 2nd in goals scored, trailing after 1st by only 1 goal; 3rd in points scored, trailing after 2nd only by 1 point) and literally just won a Stanley Cup with the Canes.

3. Can't talk about Will without mentioning the chemistry with Mack lmao.

Also, after he picks all five players (Sid, Mack, Will, Slavin and Mo Seider) he finishes with: "I think those five guys would be pretty hard to beat. You could put those five up against almost anybody, I think."

yes, a return visitor to mack's hotel heart! another anon called it a "going back to your exes summer", which seems rather prophetic now that we know gabe will be joining will and leno at shoulder check.

nobody will ever know you like the boy who was your best friend for a year when you were both skinned-knee teens. before you learned to thicken your skin. sweet sixteen, and mack's practiced kissing a whole lot with his girlfriend, but it never felt like this, the rush of steel on ice, cheetah and puma on the hunt together, his best guy on his wing. teammates and linemates and billet brothers, spending every minute of every day together. they called him puma because it was catchy, because mack was cheetah, hockey loves a corny bit, but secretly mack thought jayden was more like a golden retriever. cheerful, easygoing, friendly. the kind of locker room guy that mack knew he himself would never be. mack could grab the room when he tried, but it was grudging, sometimes, forced, often, and because of his hockey first, always. (golden retrievers were cheetahs' emotional support animals, at zoos. mack knew dada hadn't meant it that way, when he'd hand-picked jayden as mack's billet roommate, he'll be good for you, macklin, you need a locker room guy like him, remember, balance is important; but sometimes it felt like being the last kid picked, needing his daddy to find him a custom best friend.)

but then it had ending up being good, really good. maybe even better than eisy back at shattuck, which felt disloyal to think, but mack's never been able to stop himself from comparisons. and then mack had gone off to boston, dropped the spots for a terrier's growl, and there had been the draft, and everything had changed. they'd still text, from time to time; close friends and finsta comments and replies; but it wasn't the same as drowsy eyed drives to early morning skate, slinging their gear bags together in the back of helene's car, chipper runs and cellies on ice and the rush of feeding the puck to your guy. and then there had been the national, for mack but not for jayden, and that had been another blow. and there had been will, of course. nothing and nobody could compare to will. sometimes mack thinks that every friendship he's ever had was in preparation for will, same way you gotta practice your shot a few thousand times before it takes. a deeply unfair thought, to himself and his boys; but mack can't help it.

and how do you think he feels now, twenty and all grown up (except not at all, except half the time mack feels like he's still that gangly oversized kid, too big for his skin), reuniting with his best guy who's no longer his best guy? jayden, who did end up getting drafted, but not til the third round; jayden, still in the ncaa, a junior year transfer; jayden, who never did get that growth spurt he'd dreamed of and hoped for. and mack, as macklin celebrini, and everything that entails, these days. do you think mack is thrilled to see his old best friend again, thrilled to try their old chemistry back on for size, but it doesn't quite fit? stretch marks on their friendship, from time and distance and age, growing tight. and maybe it's bc of will and maybe it's bc of hockey and maybe it's just bc mack is no longer sixteen, but any way you cut it, it's just another thing to tuck away in the back of his locker. just another thing to skate through. so mack does, and then he showers, and then he goes home and facetimes will.

below the cut: some more pictures of cheetah and puma from back in their old hunting days, bc chicago steel-era mack makes me feel very soft. just a kid! tall for his age, and big to boot! always hunched over bc his head and his hands were too big for his body. so so young and already so talented.

Ned mixes up their names when telling a tory about them, as if they are blurred together in his mind.

Cat says she would think something is wrong or someone is sick if either Will or Mack shows up to her house without the other.

Goody associates Will's face with him asking where Mack is.

Toff says they need each other.

Celebrating an Anniversary ♥️

1.1 Bonus

“we are so jealous” - the rest of the nhl

it would be pretty funny if macklin is just testing the waters here, seeing how people will react, seeing if anyone actually picks up on what he’s saying.

and then years from now, after they won a stanley cup, and mack and will each upload a separate picture of them hoisting the cup together with no caption, the comments are filled with teammates, close friends, and family members, ranging from red heart emojis to “so proud of you two” to “the best duo" to "couldn't be happier for you both"; people start looking back.

they look back at all the instagram photos that somehow always ended up being just the two of them. they rewatch old interviews and realize they’ve been calling whatever they have a relationship or a partnership this entire time. they notice how every clip of them together ends with them looking at each other like nobody else exists. they stitch together clips every time mack immediately went after the guy who knocked will down. they made compilations of how will always handled their smelling salts like it was some sacred little ritual only the two of them understood.

fans start connecting all the restaurants they’ve gone to over the years and realize half of them are places couples always recommend, that they’ve been hosting thanksgiving and christmas at their shared home ever since mack became captain. someone pointed out that the dog showing up in the wags’ instagram stories is actually theirs.

people also find out mack has been at practically every smith family gathering, even showing up to grace’s wedding as will’s plus one. meanwhile, will has spent every summer in vancouver with the celebrinis, going fishing, skating with the brothers, watching charlie’s practices with mack.

and finally someone catches a blurry picture frame at the bottom of the screen during mack’s (and will's) home tour content for architectural digest after they win the cup. they zoom in just enough to make out the photo: will and mack, shoulder to shoulder, huge smiles, their dog sitting between them.

will had only meant to grab his load and get back upstairs before the game started. instead, he was standing in his kitchen now, staring at the soft pile of white cotton that was definitely not his.

a little stack of panties. each one embroidered in delicate red script with a day of the week.

monday. tuesday. wednesday. thursday. friday. saturday. sunday.

Oh yeah interesting, I think you're right. The image on the left is his signature in December 2025

Home opener against the Panthers… shout out to Mike for acquiring all those tried and tested d-men

will would hurl some insults and mack would hurl some right back unaffected

they start a strange sort of “competition” of trying to get the other to move out but neither are backing down

from mack leaving his knotting dildos out in the open (do they really fit inside of macks pussy??) to will walking around the dorm with his gray sweats hung low so his happy trail and v line were showing to make the omega uncomfortable (why the hell was his dick that big theres just no way)

until one day mack brought an alpha home and will was awoken by macks bed frame slamming against their shared wall and mack.

macks high pitched moans and whines and begging were all will could hear that night his voice as he begged that fuck ass alpha to fuck him harder or thats it alpha right there fuck im close! rang through his mind as he tried and failed to fall back asleep

the next morning mack was glowing with a satisfied smile and a bit of a limp he greeted will good morning with a giggle and a sly smile as he asked will how he slept

it was so on

and so ensued the sex competition between the alpha and the omega to disrupt the others sleep as much as they could by bringing an omega or alpha home to fuck and be as obnoxiously loud about it as possible

when will brought an omega home he made sure to spend most of his time between her legs and make her scream telling her to let him hear her and teasing her about how he could hear how much her pussy wanted it every time he pushed his fingers in and out and a nasty wet sound echoed through his room he made sure to grab her wrists and hold them against her belly to prevent her from muffling her moans

he wanted mack to hear

and the next day he walked out (shirtless with his gray sweats cause he liked how flushed mack always got) and saw mack at their kitchen counter glowering at his coffee

but will didnt know when he started to look forward to hearing mack scream and cry and beg the alpha fucking him to fuck him ever harder or when he started to imagine that the pussy that he was fucking was macks and that it was macks bright and pretty green eyes were the ones shedding tears into his pillows as he plowed into them or when he started to whip his dick out every time mack got fucked and stroke his dick to the rhythm of the bed frame pounding against the wall leaning his head against it to hear mack better shirt in between his teeth as he huffed and groaned lowly as he finished at the same time as mack

dare i say he got a motherfucking haircut LIKE IVE BEEN ADVISING HIM TO and is looking better than ever this off season.

it’s the ending of mack’s second season. they did it into playoffs, got eliminated in second round, but it’s okay. we’ll do it next year, will promises, mack clinging to his side in the corner of the ice after the game ended.

their cycles are already almost perfectly matched after mating, so they do a quick run between vancouver and boston to visit friends and family, and train together a little bit, and when the time for mack’s rut comes, they hop into a plane.

will takes mack to greece. to that pretty small house in santorini he rented just for them, with a nice view and near the beach, because he knows nothing will be better for mack’s sore used body than letting cold waves of sea hit his muscles and cool him down.

it’s intense. it’s sticky and hot, and wet. mack wants him so much will thinks he was never so horny before. will’s in his rut too, but even he feels like he needs a break after railing mack for three hours straight, already dropping on the soaked sheets, his head dizzy, trying to catch a break.

mack waits two minutes. just enough for him to feel his legs again and then, he’s climbing will’s hips, already stroking his dick, rubbing it against his throbbing leaking pussy.

"babe, already?" will asks, almost pained, palm pressed to his forehead. mack puts a tip of will’s dick inside him and will hisses, not sure if it’s pleasure or pain.

"i’ll ride you, you don’t have to do anything. just lie here and let me take care of us," mack cries, his eyes already wet with tears.

he sinks down on will’s dick and rolls his hips immediately, his thighs burning but it doesn’t stop him from bouncing on will’s cock, the wet sound of mack’s slick dripping around from his pussy with every thrust filling the room, obscene, sweetening the hot air.

"you would be such a good daddy," mack whines into will’s mouth when the alpha finally gets enough strength back to sit down and wrap his arms around mack, grinding him harder on his dick. "do you want to be a daddy?"

will is too fucked brainless to process the words, just focused on his knot swallowing slowly inside mack’s cunt.

when they roll together on the mattress after will came inside him again and knotted him, mack rubs his nose on will’s bite mark, purring so loud he could probably be heard in another room.

"we got it this time," he whispers satisfied. "i can feel it."