#vet!will

Mack lasts three days before he's crawling into his captain's lap and going "am I not your little princess anymore, Willy 🥺"

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It started with the usual age gap discourse that had been circulating from the first photodrop. Mack can even say that it's a valid, nuanced conversation but then it very quickly weaponized. Words like manipulative and power imbalance started flooding Mack’s notifications. Then came the baby-trapping allegations. Tweets that go viral that people send him:

“So you’re telling me a random 19 y/o snags a multi-millionaire NHL vet who won the cup last year and just so happens to get pregnant? By a man who publicly ended his last relationship because he didn't want kids? This isn’t love, it’s strategy.”

“Not to be That Person but how come there’s zero real bump in any of these videos or photos? Not buying it. It’s giving PR stunt.”

And then a particularly brutal one that did numbers:

“Every girl knows a guy like Mack. The quiet ones who play dumb, wear cute outfits and talk sweet and pull a long con. WSH is a grown man who got trapped by a twink. Mack is getting everything he wants from WSH: the baby, the fancy cars, Cartier bracelets, and the wag lifestyle.”

Mack saw it all. Of course he did.

Even if he tried not to, he was restricting comments, turning off DMs, and trying to act unbothered. But still, it got to him. Especially when people started posting side-by-side comparisons of his bump at different times with captions like “where is it tho?” and “this bump is inconsistent af.” The implication being that he was faking it. That he was lying.

And God, it hurt. Because he was just…so happy, and he thought everyone could see that. He was proud of the little life growing in him. He loved watching Will get soft when he talked about names or rubbed lotion into Mack’s back at night. He loved their stupid little closet island debates and grocery runs and shared toothbrush holder.

And now? Every time he posted anything, it felt like feeding himself to wolves.

So he stopped showing his stomach. Swaps tighter tops for oversized shirts. Quits filming the silly little couple content he loved with Will, who would grumble but never minded really. Started sitting in the back row of the family section with a brim of a hat low over his eyes, clutching Will’s hoodie in his lap like a shield. He even deleted a video he’d loved. It was a time-lapse of them building a pretty white oak baby dresser, ending with Will lifting him up for a hug and kissing his cheek, because the comments were vile.

And naturally, Will noticed, because he was attentive and loving. Because he was the one holding Mack every night as he curled into himself in bed, silent tears sliding down his cheeks. He was the one who rubbed circles into Mack’s back and said, “I’m sorry, baby,” like he’d failed him.

He hates it. Hates the scrutiny. Hates that people who didn’t know anything about them got to shape the narrative. That strangers were doubting Mack’s body, his choices, his pregnancy, their love.

“Let me say something,” Will tells him one morning, sitting across from him at their kitchen table, voice quiet but serious. “Let me post something. Shut this shit down.”

Mack shakes his head, eyes down on his tea. “It’ll just make it worse, babe.”

Will leans over, tipping Mack’s chin up gently. “You’re carrying my kid. You’re the love of my life. You’re not trapping anyone. I walked into this with my whole damn heart.”

And Mack whispers, “Then why don’t they believe me?”

The silence after that was deafening.

That night, Will posted a carousel of images to his own Instagram. No caption: the first was just his hand on Mack’s bare belly, visibly more prominent now than it had been, but still slight on Mack's toned and lean figure. Mack’s fingers tangled with his. The background was warm, soft-lit. Peaceful. No words needed.

The second image was all warmth and domestic chaos, taken in the sun-drenched living room of their San Jose house. Will was sunk into the couch, wearing a loose white tee and gray sweatpants, his curls a little messy. His expression was flat, deadpan, like he’d just said something sarcastic that did not go over well.

Mack was draped across Will’s lap, arms flung dramatically to either side like he’d just been pulled down without warning, one knee hooked over the armrest of the couch. His head was thrown back onto Will’s thigh, mouth open mid-laugh, brown hair a tousled mess. He was barefoot in 5" inseam lululemon gym shorts and one of Will’s oversized team tees, half-ridden up his belly, the curve of his bump just visible where the shirt had bunched.

And the last shot is a video: Mack at an ultrasound appointment, the grainy little blob on the screen, the sound of a heartbeat in the background. Will off-camera, murmuring, besotted “Hi, baby girl,” while Mack wiped tears from his cheeks with a trembling smile. And eventually, Will encourages Mack to post again: the video starts without fanfare. There are no filters, no music, just the quiet hum of their bedroom at night. It’s dim, the soft golden bedside lamp casting a warm glow across rumpled sheets and bare skin. The camera’s a little shaky, but it’s clear what Mack’s showing: his stomach.

His bump isn’t huge; it mostly just looks like he's bloated, but it’s very real, round, tight, and alive with motion. You can see the flutter of movement under his skin, a rapid little jab just beneath his ribs that protrudes out, and Mack groans, giggling breathlessly.

“She’s literally trying to rearrange my organs,” he mutters, flipping the camera for a moment to catch his own face. His hair’s a mess, cheeks flushed, lashes heavy with sleep. He's out of breath despite having just woken up. “I think she’s pressing into my ribcage and trying to MMA fight me. Like pick a struggle, baby.”

He turns the camera back to his belly just as another kick makes the skin visibly ripple.

From off-screen, there’s movement. Will’s voice, sleep-rough, tender, filters in.

“She at it again?” he mumbles.

Mack groans, long and dramatic, tilting the camera down as another little thump pushes up under his ribs. “Your daughter is on an absolute warpath,” he mutters. “I’m documenting this for your mother, by the way. She didn’t believe me when I said her granddaughter has been doing UFC training in my uterus and refusing to let me sleep. Said, and I quote, ‘that’s not in the Smith gene.’”

From off‑screen, Will’s voice comes in rough and sleep‑thick, the kind of gravel that makes Mack shiver. “’s cuz I was a saint in the womb,” he says, shifting closer until his hand slides into frame.

He cups the side of Mack’s bump, thumb brushing low and instinctive. “Alright, hey now,” he says softly, voice dropping to that special register he only uses for her. Mack can only describe it as reverent, warm. “What’s goin’ on in there, little lady? You givin’ your mama a hard time?”

Immediately, the bump stills. No more kicks. Just soft, steady pressure, like she’s nestling closer instead of trying to break out.

Mack gasps, eyes wide. “You see that? She’s literally obsessed with you.”

Will presses another kiss to Mack’s shoulder, hand still resting where she kicked. “Can’t blame her. I’m a great hang.”

“She’s gonna come out and only want you, watch,” Mack says, trying to sound annoyed but failing. His voice is full of awe. “I’m just the host. You’re the favorite.”

Will grins, eyes fixed on Mack’s bump like it holds the whole world. “She hears me and chills out. She knows her pops has her.”

There’s a long pause where they just breathe, Will’s thumb tracing lazy circles on Mack’s skin.

Mack finally says, quietly, “I don’t think I’ve ever loved anything more than this.”

Will doesn’t answer right away. He just leans in, presses a kiss low on Mack’s stomach, right where she last kicked, and whispers, “Same.”

Mack lets out a soft little sigh, eyes fluttering shut like he’s trying to soak in the moment and bottle it. But then he blinks back at the screen that's catching Will's hand rubbing over his tiny bump, lips twisting into something fond but wistful.

“This is gonna suck when you’re away on roadies,” he murmurs, thumb brushing absently over Will’s hand where it still rests against his bump. “She’s already obsessed with you, and I’m the one carrying her. Gonna be real fun when I’m getting drop-kicked from the inside and you’re in, like, Raleigh.”

Will chuckles, low and reassuring, voice warm with sleep and love. “I’ll FaceTime you both every night. And talk to her so she remembers who funds the snack cravings.”

Mack snorts. “She doesn’t care about FaceTime. She wants your hands and your voice in surround sound. She’s dramatic.”

Will leans in, murmurs against Mack’s skin, “Can’t imagine where she gets that from.”

And Mack just groans again, smiling through it. “I’m gonna be alone with a tiny diva who thinks my ribs are a jungle gym. Pray for me.”

The video ends there.

And when Mack posts it with just the caption “my two loves 💕” the internet goes feral.

Hehehe I’m back! It’s slow at work so I shall continue to expand on my take on the agegap au, for the masses. So like Mack is like twenty one, so Will is like thirty one ish, old man lol. And they now have been together for a year. Anywho, I’m gonna ramble away.

So Will and Mack have confirmed their relationship, with Mack deciding to move in with Will and stay with him in Cali while he takes a gap year before continuing his studies in sports medicine when the season starts up again. Will is ecstatic, during the off season, on a nice little vacation to Wills cape cod house, Will pops the question, not wanting to let Mack slip through his fingers. Mack obviously agrees, immediately flaunts his ring to friends and family. The world becomes aware of their engagement when grace posts a TikTok, alongside Mack, doing a get ready with me before they go sailing. Mack normally wears his ring on a matching chain Will got for him for Christmas, but since he’s not working with his hands and doesn’t have any immediate photo shoots, he’s been wearing his ring more often. In Graces video, her followers see Mack’s engagement ring. It’s got a rock on it, but the design of the ring is so subtle and delicate in such a tasteful way that unless people were looking, they couldn’t tell it’s an engagement ring. Will is once again trending, with various social media sites speculating about the engagement. They are bombarded with messages from friends, and Will from his teammates.

His teammates (excluding Toff, Wennberg and Eklund) are a bit concerned, since none of them knew that Will and Mack had been dating, that he’s dating a fairly young person, and who is the son of Rick who sometimes comes help the sharks every now and then. They know who Mack is, as sometimes he does tag along with his dad during school breaks, and have witnessed his tantrums firsthand. They think he’s a bit a brat. Despite not playing hockey anymore, that doesn’t dismiss his innate hockey iq. Every time he watches the sharks practice, he always makes commentary about their plays, even at one point getting on the ice himself and physically showing one of the players a technique he was talking about. The coaching staff love and hate Mack because he’s so smart, but also such a backseat driver, to the point where he got banned temporarily from coming with Rick when he came to treat some of sharks players. Will of course never got to notice Mack at the tank cause that was when he was on short injury leave, and when he got back, Mack got banned. They think Will is too mature for Mack, and that he should focus on someone around his age.

The first time the team and the wags meet Mack as wills partner is at a preseason cookout, after news of their engagement came out. Will is obviously welcomed, with Mack standing behind him quietly. He politely introduces himself to the team and the wags. They look to see what he brought for the cookout, and sees little banana bread muffins. He explains that Will helped him make them, as he’s a bit clumsy in the kitchen. Some of endeared by the effort he put in, but some of them (make believe wags cause I need a bit of conflict) judge Mack for not fully contributing and needing his alpha to assist him in the kitchen, the supposed omegas domain. Despite trying to be friendly with Mack, most of the team and wags keep a distance from him, not really knowing how to interact with him. He’s able to talk hockey with the team, but too much that they get annoyed, and whenever Mack tries to talk with the partners of the team, it gets awkward when they realize he doesn’t relate much to them as he’s constantly working. Mack eventually just stops trying to reach out, and hangs back to play with the kids, who are curious about Uncle Smittys new partner. He quickly wins the kids over, the kids seeing that he’s a cool person just a bit shy. Will looks over, not seeing Mack anymore and sees him playing with the kids. Will had thought about kids, but never really settled to the idea, cause he couldn’t find the right person, but seeing Mack with children gives him such intense baby fever. And he knows Mack wants a whole brood, growing up with siblings and working around kids at the rink, worsening his constant baby fever. Maybe he can try to talk to Mack about speeding up future plans. But another thing he notices is that Mack hangs around the kids, Will, Wenny and Felicia, and Toff and Cat. He sees how the team and the wags seem to try to be nice but simultaneously putting a gap between them and Mack. He doesn’t say anything then, but he will if Mack talks to him about it.

At the first home sharks game, Mack is up in the family suites, Wills parents and his sister flying in to support. They post a family picture, commenting a “go sharks!” And the comments start firing off. Some fans loving the family support the smiths constantly show, and for including Mack into the fold. Other comments were not so loving. Most of the comments saying they don’t like how close Mack is to Wills dad in the photo, he’s probably only with Will for the money and prestige of dating a star athlete, some even accusing Mack of sleeping with his father, since he seems go after older men. They constantly comment things about Mack, how he’s selling his body (modeling, he’s modeling for tracksuits half the time) and Smith should know better than to go for someone so young. Some of wills most rabid fans claim that he’s only fooling around with Mack, the engagement to mostly keep up their relationship scam. They even comment that Mack is not that pretty of an omega and that Will can do better to find a good housekeeping omega partner.

Mack tries to combat the online trolls by turning comments off, and even making his accounts private, but somehow, he still ends up coming across vile comments about himself and articles about him. Every time he tries to go to the wags, on how they handle the pressure of media looking at their relationship, they give him vague and not really helpful answers, as if trying to make him go away on his own. Cat and Felicia try their best to help Mack, and invite him to join the others as well, he’s still somehow singled out and sitting by himself most of the time. He’s starting to lose modeling opportunities as the commentary against Mack is getting much worse that it’s starting to affect their sales when they advertise with Mack. And even worse, the new rink he works at, teaching young kids basic skating, have asked Mack to stop coming, as they keep having to turn away paparazzi and inappropriate fans who come to see Mack. They couldn’t jeopardize the children’s safety and Mack agrees, though heartbroken now as he loves his job. Slowly, he begins to shut himself in, stop attending sharks games and group dinners. He goes to his parents more often, wanting the privacy and comfort his family provides. He’s starting to sell some of his hockey memorabilia and jewelry as work is now scarce for him. And while yes he does get like an allowance from his dad, he sends it to his savings, not touching the money unless truly needed. The one thing he doesn’t end up selling is his engagement ring and chain that Will gave him.

Will is downright terrified of seeing Mack hollow himself out in front of him. He could tell the teams lack of effort to make nice and the wags essentially being mean girls towards is eating at Mack. Mack stops going to the tank, stops asking about scores and stats, stops suggesting date night ideas, politely declines joining will whenever he goes to visit his parents and sister when they’re in town. He’s constantly dealing with concerned calls from his parents and Mack’s parents. It gets worse when Will gets home and finds Mack inconsolable in their living room. He found out Mack was essentially fired from teaching the kids skating due to security concerns with all the heightened attention on Mack. Mack blubbers to Will, concerned on how he was going to make money, no one is coming to him regarding modeling contracts anymore, he’s been dropped by most if not all his brands. He doesn’t want to solely rely on Wills income and his father’s allowance, he does enjoy working. Will watches as the love of his life basically withers away. Mack is so stressed that it’s starting to affect his health, he’s losing weight, his hair is falling out, and his heat cycles are starting to become irregular. Will has had enough. He pulls all the strings he has, cashes in every favor he’s owed, using his name and money to rake in every advantage he can get. He manages to get Mack a new modeling contract. Glad to see the light appear in his eyes. Will sits the team the down and chews them out for their behavior towards Mack. Saying if it continues he will not hesitate to leave the sharks. They end apologizing, saying they ended up buying into the rumors about Mack, and agree to try to be more friendly with him. And he sends out a post, exclaiming his outrage and disappointment among his fans, he tells them to knock it off, Mack isn’t going anywhere, or he’ll start suing for defamation. That seems to do the trick and while yes there is still negative comments, it dies down instantly. Mack is getting more and more modeling work again, and while he doesn’t get his job back at the rink, they do offer him some volunteer opportunities since the media has backed off now. Mack looks healthier than ever now, bonding now with all of the wags, and the team now, included in every group activity, to the point where they tell Will they only want Mack now lol.

The next photo Will posts on social media is of him grilling out later that year, captioned with “practicing the dad style.” With many of his fans and friends confused. Until Mack posts later that day, in collaboration with advertising maternity athletic wear, wearing matching maternity leggings and sports bra, cradling his baby bump. His caption: baby sharks 1 and 2 coming soon, with tagging the brand of clothing he’s wearing. The internet explodes again, this time rejoicing.

Rick got his wish, hockey prodigy grand babies coming soon.

Wowza, that took longer than I expected. It didn’t come out the way I wanted or what I planned exactly but I’m still content with it, wanted to explore the more ugly/angsty side of fame in regards to relationships, I had to finish it off happy of course, can’t do that to myself lol. But I’m glad yall liked the first part, I hope yall enjoy this half, and I will continue to expand on it, I have grown attached lol. Let’s see what else I can cook up, and inspires me. Till next time my friends! :)

-anonymous anon

He’s 10 years Mack’s senior and he’s currently the Captain, so he convinces himself there’s too much of a power imbalance when Mack first tries to make a move. Will does his best to keep his hands to himself much to Mack’s dismay.

Mack does not make this easy. He rooms with Will on the road, wearing the tiniest pair of pajama shorts Will’s ever seen and always pairs them with a Shark’s shirt from Will’s rookie year, faded and worn but his face still clear as day on the front. He steals hoodies and shirts from Will for his heat nests, only returning them once they’re saturated with his heat pheromones.

More than once Will has walked into their shared hotel room to find Mack riding the most ridiculous knotting dildo, moaning Will’s name with the prettiest whimpers. Will bites his tongue and takes the coldest showers he can stand on those nights.

Mack would stop if Will truly asked him to but he can see the fight in his eyes every time he turns the omega down, he sees just how much his antics affect the older alpha.

It finally comes to a head when Mack has to stay with Will when his guest house at Jumbo’s floods and he has to relocate for a few weeks.

It’s only night two of Mack living in his guest room when he walks into his bedroom to find Mack spread out on his bed, wearing only Will’s home jersey and a pair of teal panties.

He uses his right hand to trail up the inside of his spread thighs, locking eyes with Will as he gets oh so close to the prettiest pussy print Will has ever seen in his twenty eight years of life.

“Come on Captain, I want to know what it’s like to be fucked by a Stanley Cup winner.”

And when Will continues to stare, speechless, Mack sighs “I guess I could call Dickie, he had an assist on your winning goal in game 2 right?” Knowing damn well Misa has already used a similar line on Sam- because he’d bragged about how fast the mention of Will got the other alpha moving.

Will cannot control the growl that comes out of his chest with the mention of another alpha touching Mack. If it’s between him and another Vet, he’s at least a better choice right??

And with that thought his resolve breaks immediately, throwing away months of restraint in seconds. He’s in between Mack’s thighs, pulling the soaked panties to the side to gain access.

Will works three orgasms out of Mack before he focuses in his own pleasure; one with his tongue, one with his fingers, and the third comes with Mack sitting pretty on his knot, tears in his eyes from overstimulation and finally getting his alpha’s cock inside of him.

Will moves him in permanently the next day.

(I wrote this in 10 mins and I’m new to writing smut and trying to just dip my toes into it lmao, so sorry if this is vague)

How tf are yall writing the most amazing things in 10 minutes honestly what the fuck do you eat talent for breakfast my god.

“He’s barely even twenty, you know.”

“I didn’t know that.”

Two of the WAGs look down as Macklin sits shyly at the front of the box. They sip at their overly expensive drinks, poking at the food on their plates while they take some time during the intermission to gossip about the newest edition to their bunch.

“Is it just me or…is he looking a little…you know.”

“Oh no, I agree. How far do you think he is?”

“Oh, he can’t be far. You can barely see anything under that lumpy sweater he’s in. But he and Smith only started going out a few months ago, didn’t they?”

The one scoffs and shakes her head. “He’s just so young. I wonder how his parents are taking this whole thing. You know his father’s big in sports, too. And Smith’s family. I wonder how they feel about their star boy taking in a child.”

The other scoffs and shakes her head too, taking a long sip from her drink. “I don’t know. I just…hope it works out for them. The last thing Smith needs is a scandal on the tail end of his career is a scandal. I just hope they haven’t been too stupid.”

The clink their glasses together as the intermission comes to a close.

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