#wm thoughts

The annoying, scratchy feeling of slow-moving guilt he probably felt when he took his usual safe, predictable place next to Mack in the locker room & realized in live-time that Mack’s stick was absolutely doused in color.

As was Toff’s, as was Wenny’s. And how suddenly the “easy” don’t-rock-the-boat path he thought he was taking began to feel complicated as hell.

Fast forward a year later & he’s committed to doing the brave thing, the choice in theory made infinitely easier since all his guys agreed to stand shoulder to shoulder on it anyway.

But then he’s once again taking his usual safe, predictable place next to Mack in the locker room & there’s a hum of anxiety pressing against every ridge in his ribcage that he can’t explain and hates himself a bit for.

But then there’s Mack- rainbow tape in hand, uncharacteristically quiet and absolutely pretending not to be watchful pressing their shoulders together just a smidge more intently than normal to get his attention.

And in the next breathe he’s rattling out a plan on how he wants to place his tape- totally different than the year before, tucked up near the handle to “switch it up” (and avoiding the most normal and obvious placement of the blade entirely)

And Will is disgustingly grateful and takes the tiny lifeline for what it is, chirping Mack for his poor wrap job as he takes the tape and entwines his stick in the exact same way

he's scared to go into a nesting store alone, is unsure what he'd even want to buy. he finds himself so, so happy with just one of will's hoodies and a soft blanket he bought online (not even a nesting-specific one, just a regular throw). he puts one regular pillow behind his back, protection, and one in front, to hug tightly to his chest. will's hoodie crushed right under his head and nose, blanket tucked around him securely, safe under his comforter. it's perfect, as far as he's concerned, if a little sparse. it's his.

omega nests are sacred and private. people occassionally share images of them online, omega influencers and educational channels, but mack feels those are probably exaggerated. he wishes it were better, but it works for him. he's not embarrassed, exactly, but he's protective. no one is allowed in his bedroom, not to see or touch his nest.

on roadies, he doesn't nest at all. the few other omegas in the league tend to pack an extra luggage with nesting materials: a portable nest. mack does not do this. for one, he doesn't like reminding people he's an omega if he can help it. he especially never wants to be extra or bothersome. besides, he doesn't need it. his instincts are satisfied having will so close.

the first road trip after will's injury hits mack hard.

they don't know each other until mack's family moves into the summer house across from will's.

when will steps out of the car, the first thing he notices is this chestnut haired boy. looks about will's age. he stares for a moment, cheeks going pink like a bunny, until the green eyed boy meets his blue eyes.

they don't talk the whole summer except for small waves and smiles. sometimes they see each other through their windows. maybe while they are eating breakfast.

the next summer they actually talk. mack helps will unpack. they're over at each other's house everyday.

but when the summer ends, they don't talk. text convos run dry, calls come in less. until the next summer.

will knows it will be their last here. both are heading off to college, mack settled back in vancouver, will at BC.

until mack tells will one night that he's actually going to BU, following aiden's footsteps. will's ecstatic.

mack sees will a lot more and their relationship blooms. i'd like to think mack pursues medicine, or something adjacent. maybe will does it with him, or 'communications'.

mack goes to the smiths' thanksgiving, and they go to both christmas's because will's family holds it on the actual day, mack's on christmas eve.

That was probably the one Wrestlemania where every right person won. Even if WWE did most of the things wrong these last few months, in that one night they gave everyone what they deserved. And I mean superstars.

Seth’s passion and work ethic made him worthy of taking the title off of Lesnar on the grandest stage of them all.

Becky made herself happen, and she earned every bit of honor that she got last night.

Kofi winning means so much. He represents diversity. He’s a hope for people of color. He’s the perfect example of staying true to your craft and passion, and one day you’ll get the recognition you deserve.

Roman got to have the feel good come back moment after having to fight for his life. No one deserve it more than him. He’s been the backbone of this company for these last few years.

Finn got to shine by dipping into the biggest attraction that comes with his name, and he’s got a title which he has deserved for so long. 

Saying all of that, even though I’m happy for these superstars and commend WWE for doing things right even for just one night, I can’t help but feel very bitter and sad that WWE AND the fans never had Dean Ambrose’s back. Despite the fact that he gave his all to this company, in the most professional manner possible. Not one scandal, not one fuck up, no days off, working injured until his injury became so bad he had to have two surgeries, working most matches on the calendar, doing every meet and greet and socializing despite having a shy personality, YET, he was never good enough. For fans or WWE.

Everyone has backed this up that he’s a gem to have in the locker room. He’s a true work horse. A complete professional. I have never heard anyone say a bad thing bout him. Yet when he was the most over member of the WWE locker room post Shield, WWE did their best to sabotage his momentum every single time. When he was finally given the title cuz WWE had no other choice, fans turned on him and blamed him for lame as fuck booking. 

If Dean was an asshole, or arrogant, or selfish, I wouldn’t honestly feel this way. But he deserved to be standing there with his brothers having his own moments. During his whole career while WWE rewarded his Shield mates with multiple moments (which they deserved no doubt), he never even got to have a proper Mania match. He always stepped in and carried this company on his back, but he was paid dust whenever it was time to give him something in return.

I am so glad Dean is done with WWE. As his fan, I strongly feel he was never truly appreciated and always taken forgranted by both the fans and the management. He has given his all to this business unselfishly, and its time he looks out for himself. People who are angry at him for leaving should open their eyes and realize nothing matters more than Dean’s happiness.

Wherever goes Dean Ambrose, I hope he’s appreciated the way he deserve it. WWE still is a company with ton of pros, but maybe its not a proper fit for someone like Dean.

mack teaches science and will co-teaches english and theatre (he's also the baseball coach, ofc), and all their students think they hate each other.

firstly, because they have an ongoing prank war. will fills mack's cabinets with ping pong balls, mack replaces every writing utensil of will's with tiny rubber ducks. it becomes a famed thing. every spring, what will they do this time?

physical touch

mack is very touchy. leans into every embrace on the ice, every celly. sinks into it like a man starved. will loves it. loves the way mack just curls up on top of him, uses will like a personal pillow, taking what he needs without shame. lots and lots of cuddling. mack's arms around will's waist, chin hooked over his shoulder as he bakes. holding hands while will drives, resting on one of their laps. mack always stubbornly tightens his grip when will tries to pull away and shift gears. will's hand splayed on mack's lower back, or cupping his hip. mack's head on will's chest, his soft hair tickling will's chin. sometimes he moves, and it ends up in will's mouth, who sputters while mack just laughs, unhelpfully. kissing, of course. lots of kissing. mack straddling will's lap, hands tugging on his curls. will helping mack up onto the counter, standing between his spread legs, chests pressed together tightly, tongues in each other's mouths. they're touching nearly every second they're alone. in front of the team, they try to keep it down, no crazy pda that might make someone uncomfortable. but, little things. sleeping on each other's shoulders on the plane. bumping their shoulders together as they walk down the hallway. knocking knees on the bench. will's chest pressed to mack's back or side, as they orbit each other between plays.

words of affirmation

mostly mack receiving, mr. "i love getting compliments" (praise kink). pet names for sure. will for mack: sweetheart, baby, superstar, princess. mack for will: smitty, babe. (dude and bro also count here). speaking of praise, will's low voice in mack's ear, murmured words sending sparks down his spine. you're doing so good, baby, so perfect for me. you're so tight, mack, fuck. you're so pretty like this, sweetheart. can manifest in other ways for them, too. lots of i love you and i'm proud of you, but also sick pass, man and good form and you're a fuckin' beaut.

mack gives too, of course. most especially when will's not around, to friends or the media (see: "he's a special player, was drafted 4oa, etc.") doesn't let anyone forget just how good will is, how smart he is. recites his stats, did you know he had 71 points at BC?. gushes about will's banana bread and this new kind of chocolate he's making like he's a michelin chef. he's less direct. mack rants to will about how frustrating it is, some of the things they say about him, some of the questions they ask him. because he's such an amazing player and why aren't they talking about that? will smiles, and pats him on the thigh. s'okay, celly, as long as you think i'm good. mack frowns, you're the best.

acts of service

will's giving. planning dinners, spending hours on tiktok and reading articles to decide the best spot. somewhere cute, with food mack will like, and a good ambience. driving mack around. on the rare occasion they didn't sleep over, will picks up coffee first, mack's go-to order sitting and waiting in his cupholder. lifting mack's suitcase into the bed under the bus, even though he's perfectly capable of doing it himself. carrying their shared backpack onto the plane, saving their seat in the middle of the cabin: mack window, will aisle. will definitely believes in the sidewalk rule. princess treatment, always. after sex, cleaning him up gently, wiping away sweat and cum and lube from his stomach, between his thighs. keeping a water bottle ready on the nightstand. sometimes they shower, or take a bath, and mack leans into will so heavily, trying to nuzzle his head into will's neck or shoulder, its hard to lather the shampoo through his hair, but he makes do. helps him into his pajamas, tucks him under the covers.

mack does little things, too. grabs will's stick for him before practice. washes the dishes while will bakes. orders doordash while will drives. it's different, when will gets hurt. mack fusses in a way he usually doesn't. calls his dad to take a look, review will's plan of care, gets doctor recommendations, wants people rick knows and trusts, even though the trainers already provided a referral. helps will with rehab and training, holding the bands, checking his form. sets a timer on his phone for the ice packs and the heating pad. starts driving them around more. doesn't let him lift a finger, despite his protests.

gift giving

this one is the least present in their daily lives. when it comes to birthdays and holidays, though, they go all out. they know each other so well, it’s not hard to find what the other likes and needs. will keeps a running list in his notes app (password-protected, just in case) throughout the year of things he sees out and about or in instagram ads. when the time comes, he can perfectly curate a selection of gifts. each one he wraps himself, with the utmost care (and color-coordinated ribbon and paper, ofc).

mack treats gift-giving like it’s a game. he’s strategic about it, comes up with a game plan in the weeks before. he has an impressive memory and his favorite subject is will. he listens extra carefully to will throughout the day, watches what his eyes linger on in shops, what he picks up, what he puts down. waits until a month or so before the day to pick out his gifts, because will's attention span can be fickle, at times. whatever hobby he was obsessed with last month is old news by now; he’s already graduated to something else. unlike will, who plans out specific items, mack is a little more broad with his shopping list. has topics, categories, and colors jotted down. he’ll venture into a golf shop or a bookstore and shyly ask the sales associate for help picking out something for his boyfriend. because he knows will but he doesn’t know baking, or mixology, or guitars. he needs the options, needs to know what products are the best so he can make a choice. they’re competitive about it, like they are with everything. they argue about who’s the better gift-giver, despite secretly knowing they’re both equally good.

quality time