#willmack fic

AND YOU'RE RIGHT!!!! because honestly i was one of the people who thought maybe they shouldn't get back together but now i'm like okay i see the vision, they need to actually heal first

part one, part two

** please note the order is just how it is in my bookmarks so it's easier for me to keep track, it has no further meaning. i am NOT rating fics!

** you'd think i bookmarked fics by the order i've read them, alas i am a mess who forgets to bookmark stuff and is trying to be better about it, so that's why the order might not make sense lol but this list will help me keep track so yay!

multi-chapter fics:

stick season by dalsy — 5 chapters, M

say it once again with feeling by cryproudly99 — 7 chapters, E

significant lover by linearity — 8 chapters, E

The Hand that Needs You by Anonymous — 2 chapters, E

Princess Mack by Squeakyshroom — 3 chapters, E

But Darling I Need You Now by lavendersmitty — 3 chapters, E

cryproudly99's fratprez will/firstlady mack series (all rated E):

break my heart and start a fire (you got me overnight) 4 chapters

i'll be your gift (give you something good to celebrate)

warm, wet, and wild

have you ever had fun like this?

let you lock me down tonight

hold my hand (you can hit while they watch, boy)

baby by me

YUCK! (that boy's so mushy)

baby boy, honeybee

heal me, fill the void

one-shots:

schrödinger's dead kennedy by iodinejam — M

You're The Closest To Heaven That I'll Ever Be by TheSunLovesTheStars — E

sweet superstar by dalsy — E

so sweet, a mean streak by Anonymous — E

Tell me I’m pretty by nofLEXzone — E

midnights by dalsy — teen and up audiences

like a chick in the casino by Anonymous — E

heatstroke by dalsy — E

so hot you're hurting my feelings by polariums — E

adult content by breakfasts — E

lamb by staydown — E

appetite by dalsy — E

After The Severing

Boston becomes Will’s homecoming and Mack’s reckoning. To survive the hurt, Mack severs himself from Will the way a wounded dog gnaws off its own tail to keep the infection from spreading. But some wounds are not meant to close cleanly, and some severed things know their way home.

Or: Will and Mack have a falling out in Boston and fall back together on a mountain in Vancouver.

Intro:

His dad told him once, when Mack was six and still small enough to get hauled over the boards by the armpits, that the puck didn’t wait for anybody. They were alone at the rink after practice, his breath fogging the cage of his helmet while his dad crouched in front of him with both hands on his shoulders.

“The puck doesn’t wait for you, Mack,” he’d said. “You gotta go where it’s gonna be. You read the angle before anyone else sees it. Trust the bounce before it comes off the glass. Get your body to where the play’s headed and let everybody else catch up.”

Mack had nodded gravely, because even then he understood that some instructions were bigger than the drill that followed them. His whole game became about getting there first. Read the rim before it came around. Jump the lane before the pass left the guy’s stick. Catch the goalie leaning and put it somewhere else. Don’t chase the play. Be there waiting for it.

Most good things in Mack’s life had come from seeing something half a second before everyone else and trusting himself enough to move.

Then Will showed up, and for the first time, Mack couldn’t get ahead of the play. It kept developing without a whistle, without a clean read, without ever giving him a point where he could finally say, There. That’s what this is.

Will wasn’t even the fastest guy Mack had ever played with, which Mack reminded himself of more than once because it felt like something he should be able to use against him. He’d seen faster. Defended faster.

But Will was different. He skated like he already knew the ice would open for him. Took lanes that weren’t there until he decided they were. Sold one thing with his shoulders, another with his hands, looked off a pass, then put the puck somewhere nobody else had even thought to check.

That was the problem with him. Will looked like a show pony and played like he had teeth. He gave everybody the good stuff first. The hair, the grin, the smooth edges, the almost careless grace. Got them watching his hands, then slipped one through them and into the crease.

Mack had spent his whole life learning how not to be fooled by beautiful motion.

Will got him every time.