Steps Back Are Steps, Anyway
"I wanna match with you, Mack," he croaks out, his voice hoarse from trying not to choke up and cry. Will shakes his head, clears his throat of the tears that won't stop coming up. How embarrassing would that be, crying in Macklin's arms over some fucking colored tape? He knows Mack wouldn't find it embarrassing, though. He knows. "I wanna match with you because it'd just be so nice to have it somewhere everyone could see, and it looked nice last year, it really did, but I can't yet. So I can at least…at least do that. The shaft. For us. So that we can still have tape on our sticks and show the world that we…that we support it. O-Ourselves, I guess, fuck–" - A love letter to the San Jose Sharks Pride Night.
ok it's here. it's out. pride night got to me. macklin and will and pride night and trying and tape and love. read here!
kinda really love this one, precious baby. not that i dont love the other ones but fuckkk pride night got to me. enjoy!!
















