#chompingfic

"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!

"'M not mad, promises." Mack takes Will's hand in his and interlocks their pinkies tightly, so tight that both of their hands shake with the grip. "Just…we gotta just get this done 'n get in bed 'n we can watch your favorite episode of Oswald again." "With the ice creams?" Will's voice rises, hopeful, eyebrows rising and the corners of his lips turning upwards. That's what Mack wants to hear. "With the ice creams," Mack repeats, nodding to Will and also to himself. Teeth, then Oswald. Perfect plan. "Open wide, Willy. Ahhhhh." - Macklin and Will regress together after a loss on the road. It goes about as well as you'd expect.

"Mind telling me what's wrong now?" he asks them, really just wanting to understand what was happening. The question causes both baby sharks to squirm a bit, with Macklin biting his lips while Will tightens his hold on Toff's shirt. Eventually, Macklin gives into the silence, unable to stand the tension. "Smitty's little." That makes Will look up and shoot a glare at Macklin, who glares back with just as much fervor. "Am not!" "Are too!" - A late-night call has Toff ending up with his hands full of two baby sharks. Like, baby sharks.

He jumps again when he feels a hand on his back, quickly relaxing when he realizes it's Cat. "Just me, Macky. Toff was wondering if you'd like to hold his puppy, or maybe one of the kitties that he and Wenny fed?" "I don't wanna," he mumbles, shaking his head again, and again, and a few times more than necessary. He knows he's swallowing his words and he knows he shouldn't be, but he can't help it. He's scared. - Will and Mack join the Toffolis and the Wennbergs as they meet some rescue puppies and kitties. Mack's afraid he's going to hurt them because of how small they are and how big he is. Cat and Toff tell him otherwise.