It's not over till is over

I personally hate any kind morality thought policing. I'm not Catholic or religious and I do not feel guilty over my thoughts. You are not an inherently evil person because you saw two athletes in an interview and went "Hmmm...... what if...." The Feds are not going to come banging down your door because you wrote about one band member dicking down the other and sent it to your friend.

Wondering about other people's lives is very human. Being nosy about their personal lives is very normal. People have been writing fiction about other people's lives since the dawn of time. Some people even manage to write New York Times Bestselling Books that are "historical fiction" or "alternate reality." It does not make you inherently bad to be curious about the details of someone's personal life. That's being human. Being nosy is kind of fun.

The problem, however, comes with the ways in which people engage with it, and involve the real people in this. Harassing an musician's real girlfriend because it doesn't fit into the RPF ship. Showing up at real sporting events holding signs about how certain teammates should kiss. Trying to get actors to sign art of them fucking their coworker. Flooding social media with comments using the celebrity's full name and speculation. There's a line, there's a fourth wall, and there's fandom etiquette.

I hate the question of "Is RPF ethical" because it feels like morality thought policing. Post your fics on locked accounts, censor someone's name when you tweet about it, blow up your groupchat with hundreds of "DID YOU SEE THE WAY THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHER??" texts. It's not inherently evil to wonder what other people are doing when they're out of the spotlight. Kill the cop in your mind.

anatomy of a scrum

but as i think about it, i wanna say no, it’s not just that, he also constantly talks, just like how he is on the ice. if he’s not directing will, then he’s simply praising and encouraging. it’s a litany of “yes, right there, fuck me, harder. so good, please don’t stop—god, fuck, i love you so much.” even when it gets too much and he’s close to coming it’ll be a chain of will’s name or the simple frantic yes! don’t stop. and at its worse, his words would be jumbled together it sounds like nonsense but he. Won’t. Stop. Talking! and will fucking loves it. loves that mack is so out of it he loses all brain to mouth filter and spills whatever he feels, loves that mack sings for him, and it spurs him on further. to hear mack struggling to express how good will makes him feel, how full, how much he loves his cock and how he can never get tired of it, all slurred and muffled in the sheets or will's neck.

and the thing is, will listens. he follows mack’s directions, adjusts his thrusts, his angle, rhythm, with the goal of rendering mack’s vocabulary to two words only: Yes, and his name. will can even edge him for ages by the guidance of his words and tone. now he knows that mack is close when it sounds like his tongue is too heavy and his words are whimpery, and knows they backed away enough when it turned breathy and groany. at the end of it, will basically plays him like a skilled musician.

A story told in three parts:

Stickgate 1.0: Will’s Bauer stick was found in BU’s equipment room. Turns out Will had used their facilities to train during the offseason and had left a souvenir behind at BC’s rival school.

Stickgate 2.0: Willmack were caught carrying custom made replicas of each other’s sticks (Bauer - left-handed; CCM right-handed) on their way to practice.

Stickgate 3.0: A Celebrini #71, CCM Vizion 2, left-handed prototype designed for Mack for the Olympics was found in Will’s hockey stick collection, at his childhood home in Lexington. The stick may have been a gift from Mack.

At 1105 Sam got a phone call like, where the fuck are you, you get your ass over here. And he was like oh shit you were serious about that? And booked it over but stopped to get Mickey Dees on the way as a thoughtful gesture and to mitigate potential ass kicking for being late. And he arrived and Reavo was like okay. So. Your boy can dance. And you. Have other skills. Sam was like, tragically he is NOT my boy and also what do you MEAN I can’t dance. And Reavo was like listen. You brought me twenty chicken nuggets and two sprites so I’m feeling merciful despite your lateness. Misa can dance and your dance skills are limited to whatever will get you the biggest laugh. We’re going to address that. It may take some time.

And then he took Sam in the backyard, sat in the shade with his feet in his kids wading pool, wearing a hat and sunglasses, put on a playlist on shuffle and threw toys at Sam every time he went off the beat from a bucket at his feet. When he ran out of toys he made Sam gather them up, and worked through the bucket again. Sam was like this is unnecessary! You’re a monster! Hey can I have some lemonade?

Except, then he gets to know Will, and Will is confident and unapologetic about wanting things in a way Mack hasn't known. Will knows how to make jokes that could be understood as mean if Will wasn't so damn charming. Will was supposed to harbor some remnant of hate for Mack after their BU/BC days but instead, he took one look at Mack and decided that they were partners now, and he never cared about any of the things that make Mack feel like an alien among human people sometimes.

Will tells Mack to dream big and be proud and speak things into existence. He laughs when Mack is intense and ridiculous. He listens to Mack's yapping, throws in a 'yes, and...' every once in a while. He made Mack his partner in crime for pranking teammates. When Mack says or does stuff that warrants getting mad, Will asks what's wrong, and when Mack doesn't want to talk about it, he finds a way to distract him instead.

Will and Mack have confirmed that Mack punched Will's windshield when he got impatient and annoyed because Will didn't take him home fast enough at the end of a long day, and that Mack refused to apologize for it. Will told this story with a big fat smile on his face and Mack blamed the softness of Will's windshield. Can you imagine Canada's prince of hockey accidentally breaking anyone else's windshield? He'd be mortified and apologizing a million times.

If you spot wsh on the field, 99.99% of the time he's on one of the following two things:

Torturing his jaw

2. Talking to Matty Beniers

We definitely underestimate matty's role in the harem - they were always practicing with each other, talking, and giggling throughout the three hours. Only when matty was away for a game would he talk with other guys:

Between games, randomly charming people who walk up to him:

A fan showed this to him:

Will's reaction:

Ofc the smith family was not gonna miss this event:

There's also an appearance of another brunette harem boy along with colleen and grace:

My first guess was our old friend aka omnipresent will vote, but it turned out to be another bc boy / childhood friend? If anyone recognizes him please comment!

And we got mack and will playing together in boston: