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Thinking of just doing something about Sid and Reader next, with less Pitt crew involvement, like their first time meeting or something! Idk, let me know what you think!
Now that your coworkers had seen your relationship twice in person, they wanted to know more. After seeing the typically stoic captain go soft for you, they constantly asked you questions.
To say it was annoying would be an understatement.
Because now everybody treated your relationship like community property. And you know this is a champagne problem, but you and Sidney valued your privacy deeply. And your coworkers were making it very hard to hold up to your usual standard.
“You never actually told us if he cooks,” Dana said, spinning in her desk chair.
“I answered that one already,” you hadn’t even looked up from the notes you were taking, and your tone was portraying your disinterest in the conversation.
“No, you said he ‘tries.’ That’s not the same thing,” she said, tapping her chin curiously.
Whitaker looked up from his charting across the nursing station, “does he still do the hockey-player thing where he eats that chicken dish before every game?”
You continued writing, choosing to ignore them.
“Answer the question,” Dana said beside you.
Before you could respond, Robby walked into the nurses’ station holding his phone, saved by the bell… or so you thought.
“Your boyfriend’s ruining my department,” he said dramatically, placing his palm on the counter besides you and leaning.
You frowned, “what could he have possibly done?”
Robby tossed his phone on the counter so that it was facing you. Six tickets.
Six seats in your usual row and section. For tonight’s Penguins game.
The entire station exploded with excitement.
“NO WAY.”
“Are those real?”
“Oh my god.”
Dana grabbed the phone dramatically. “I take back every bad thing I’ve ever said about Sidney Crosby.”
“You’ve literally never said a bad thing about him,” Javadi pointed out.
“Because they’re usually said in the comfort of my home after a bad game,” she answered obviously, looking between you and Javadi.
You groaned as everybody immediately started arguing over carpooling.
You pulled out your phone.
You: tickets… really?
His text bubble popped up almost immediately.
Sid: should you be texting at work dr? And just had to thank them for taking care of you after you passed out.
You rolled your eyes.
You: should you be texting from the rink, captain? And you didn’t have to do that… but they’re excited to say the least.
Sid: :) love you. See you tonight dr❤️
You smiled, trying to hide it, before sliding your phone back into your scrub pocket.
“He didn’t have to do that,” you muttered quietly, trying and failing to continue hiding your smile.
Robby noticed instantly. “There it is,” he said, pointing. “That stupid little smile she gets.”
“You people are exhausting,” you rolled your eyes, for what felt like the millionth time in this shift alone.
“And yet we’re all going to the game,” he said with a smirk.
“Who exactly,” Dana started, “is getting one of these six tickets?”
Robby huffed a laugh, “me, you, Langdon, because he would murder me if he didn’t,” he looked around the room of hopeful nurses and residents, “Javadi, because why not,” she “yesed” dramatically in celebration, “Whitaker and Santos.”
Some disappointed grumbles were heard amongst the nurses and other doctors.
“This is the best day of my life,” Langdon whispered to himself, walking to his next patient.
You had taken yourself to the game, needing some peace prior to spending the evening with the same people you spent your entire day with.
You also needed time to perform your pregame ritual and change into your lucky jacket that Side demanded you wear. Put your hair in a bun because that’s what was currently working, and making sure the gold s was hung perfectly around your neck.
You took a deep breath as you sat in the friends and family parking lot, before willing the courage to meet your coworkers inside.
You could not let their presence mess up the routine, because if they lost, you knew Sidney would never let them come to another game.
By the time everybody reached the arena, the Pitt crew had somehow become more chaotic than the actual hockey fans.
Frank looked one step away from cardiac arrest.
“I have never sat this close before,” he whispered, staring down at the glass seats, “I can practically smell the ice.”
Dana rolled her eyes at him, “You’re embarrassing yourself.”
“I don’t care, and that’s brave coming from someone wearing a sweatshirt that’s older than me,” Frank quipped back, glancing down at her faded and ripped Penguins hoodie.
She scoffed, “I had this on when they won the cup and real hockey fan knows you can’t wash the luck out.”
“Did you just admit that you haven’t washed that in ten years?” Frank said with a look of disgust.
Dana murmured “amateur” under her breath before bringing her attention back to warm ups.
Whitaker was already taking pictures of the rink, “this is my first hockey game and this is insane.”
Warmups had just started when Dana looked around suddenly. “Wait. Where’s Mrs. Crosby?”
You were gone.
Frank frowned. “Bathroom maybe?”
“No chance,” Javadi said immediately, “she was right here and then she disappeared suspiciously.”
Robby sighed, “you guys are worse than middle schoolers.”
Then Frank abruptly grabbed Robby’s arm hard enough to nearly dislocate it.
“Oh my God,” Frank said slowly.
“What?” Robby asked, prying Frank’s fingers from his forearm.
“LOOK,” Frank pointed down towards the ice.
Everyone turned toward the glass.
You were standing down near the boards by yourself in what looked like one of Sidney’s old jackets.
And directly in front of you, still in warmup gear, Sidney skated over to the glass.
“Oh my GOD,” Dana laughed, “this is so effin cheesey.”
“He came right over to her,” Javadi cooed.
“Look at his face,” Whitaker said with a smile.
The commotion actually made Santos glance up from her phone and fake a gag at the sight.
“Why did you even come?” Her roommate asked her.
She shrugged looking down at her phone again, “Robby said he would buy us drink.”
Dennis shook his head at her.
Frank looked deeply emotional already, “this is beautiful. My very own coresident, dating the man of my dreams.”
Robby turned his head, slightly confused and not even sure if Frank knew what he just said out loud.
Sidney tapped the glass twice with his glove and you smiled immediately.
Not your polite work smile that you gave to patients to make them feel better. You’re actual smile.
The one the ER only saw occasionally, when he called you, or when you were all out to drinks and you let a little loose.
Then Sidney pulled a puck from his pocket.
Dana gasped dramatically, “NO.”
“He’s giving her the puck?” Frank asked.
Sidney mouthed something through the glass they couldn’t quite hear from afar.
You laughed and shook your head.
Then he tossed the puck over carefully.
You caught it easily.
The entire section around them started cheering immediately, all the surrounding fans whistling and hollering.
Frank clutched his chest, “I can’t handle this.”
Whitaker narrowed his eyes suspiciously, “wait. That looked practiced.”
“Oh it absolutely was,” Dana agreed.
Sidney lingered for another second at the glass, eyes fixed on you with that same unbearably soft expression he always had.
Then one of his teammates skated by and shoulder-checked him hard enough to make him stumble.
You could actually hear the teammate yelling from the seats—
“QUIT FLIRTING!”
The row erupted in laughter, and your cheeks burned bright red.
Sidney flipped him off without even turning around. He gave a shy wave and you blew him a kiss as he skated off.
By the end of the second period, everybody had decided bullying you was more entertaining than watching the game.
Dana pointed accusingly with her french fry, “so. The puck thing.”
“What about it?” You asked nonchalantly, shifting in your seat nervously because of the close score.
Whitaker nodded, “it was very rom-com coded.”
You rolled your eyes, “it’s not romantic.”
“HE LITERALLY GAVE YOU A GAME PUCK,” Frank shouted across everyone from where he was seated.
You rolled your eyes and sighed. “There’s a superstition.”
Frank leaned forward immediately. “A hockey superstition?”
You sighed, already regretting opening your mouth.
“Sid says if he sees me before warmups and gives me a puck, he plays better,” you shrugged, trying to act like it wasn’t your favorite thing he had ever said to you.
“He’s obsessed with you,” Santos said casually, with an eye roll.
“You’re his emotional support doctor,” Javadi said sweetly, “this would be a really good hockey novel. There’s a whole genre for that now.”
You hid your face in your hands while everyone laughed.
Robby looked entirely too entertained. “How long has this been going on?”
“A while,” you said, looking at your popcorn.
“A WHILE?” Dana screeched. “How many pucks do you have?”
“…I don’t know,” you looked up, as if thinking about it, “I guess probably 72.”
Frank looked horrified, “that’s not a guessing number. That’s an ‘I’m counting’ number.”
You muttered into your hands, “please let the ice swallow me whole.”
Javadi was crying laughing now, “this man has hockey rituals about you.”
“He’s Canadian,” you defended weakly. “They’re weird about hockey.”
“You are dating the captain of the Pittsburgh Penguins and he performs girlfriend-based sports rituals,” Dana said dramatically, “honestly, whatever works.”
Your phone buzzed against the table.
Sidney: stop letting them make fun of me…
You immediately looked down toward the ice.
Sidney was staring up at you from the bench already, where he had just returned from the locker room. The smile he wore immediately gave him away.
Dana noticed instantly, “oh my god he texted her.”
Frank looked ready to ascend into another plane of existence, “he can’t text during games.” He said offended, as if he were the coach himself.
You shrugged, holding up your phone, “he can text me.”
Although they made fun of you for what felt like the longest hockey game of your life, you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy having them there.
Three days later, you thought you were going to dinner with Sidney.
That was it. It was your birthday, and you didn’t want anything over the top. You just wanted to spend time with him. Since he was in Pittsburgh and had two days of no games, it felt like the perfect chance to actually celebrate your birthday.
Being born during hockey season and dating a professional hockey player usually made it impossible to do something. But, for the first time since dating, you got lucky.
So, he had agreed to just dinner. And you thought that was it, at least until he drove past the restaurant entirely.
You frowned, “Sid.”
“Hm?” He said, eyes still focused on the road.
One hand casually on the wheel, the other mindlessly drawing shapes on your thighs right where your skirt falls.
“Is that not where we were going?” You asked confused.
“Change of plans.” He said firmly, leaving no room for discussion.
You narrowed your eyes immediately.
Then he pulled into the driveway of his own house and you knew something was wrong because there were way too many cars there.
“…Sidney,” you said questioningly.
He looked painfully pleased with himself, smiling before turning to face you. “Happy birthday, baby.”
He hopped out of the car, jogging over to your side and opening your door before you could. You took his hand and let him guide you up the path to the front door.
The front door opened before you could react.
“SURPRISE!”
You jumped so hard you almost dropped your purse.
The entire living room erupted into cheers. It was filled with your friends, family, coworkers, and over half the Penguins roster.
You stared in shock while Sidney laughed beside you.
“You planned a surprise party?” You asked, looking over at him, “for me?”
He shrugged, “you said you never had one before.”
Emotion climbed into your throat so fast it caught you off guard, “oh,” you said softly, “yeah… that’s true. I didn’t think you caught that.”
He pulled you against his side while everyone continued cheering.
You made your rounds while tucked into Sidney’s side, hugging your friends and family.
One of his teammates appeared with a glass of champagne for you and a beer for him, making you smile.
Frank appeared suddenly looking seconds from fainting.
“You did not tell me your boyfriend’s house looked like this,” he whispered, as Sidney talked to one of his teammates.
“It’s just a house,” you said, bringing your champagne to your lips trying to act like Frank wasn’t being weird.
Frank pointed wildly across the room. “Evgeni Malkin is standing by the chips.”
You started laughing, “go get’em tiger.”
Frank grabbed your shoulders dramatically. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS MEANS TO ME?”
He stomped away to go make small talk and try his best to act normal.
Across the room, several Penguins players were already openly amused by the Pitt crew, Dana and Robby were animatedly explaining their best ER stories.
Sidney disappeared briefly to grab refills, kissing your cheek as he moved and the second he walked away, Dana appeared and leaned toward you immediately.
“He’s in love with you,” she said while wiggling her eyebrows.
You snorted, “you say that every day.”
She simply shrugged before making her way back to her group.
Then Sidney returned, sliding an arm easily around your waist while handing you a drink.
“You okay?” he asked quietly, “I know you’re not big on the party thing. But everyone wanted to celebrate you. And you deserved it.”
The softness in his voice immediately made you smile. “Yeah,” you admitted softly, “you really surprised me. I had no idea ”
A tiny smile tugged at Sidney’s mouth, “good surprise?”
You looked around the room.
At your coworkers laughing with his teammates. At Frank still visibly malfunctioning. At the decorations Sidney had clearly spent way too much time setting up.
Then back at him.
“Yeah,” you said quietly. “Really good surprise.”
His hand squeezed gently at your waist. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. For a moment, all the noise faded into nothing and it was just you two standing in his living room.
And then from across the room Frank suddenly yelled— “SIDNEY! GENO SAID YOU CAN SIGN MY JERSEY!”
He pulled away from the kiss, you whipped your head around and glared at Frank.
The entire house burst out laughing.
Sidney sighed dramatically. “Frank.”
“You said we were friends now!” Frank said, throwing his hands up defensively. You groaned, leaning your head on Sidney’s shoulder.
And although it was chaotic, and somehow Whitaker and Santos had taken control of the aux, everyone you loved was there, and you had never felt more thankful.
Thinking of just doing something about Sid and Reader next, with less Pitt crew involvement, like their first time meeting or something! Idk, let me know what you think!
Now that your coworkers had seen your relationship twice in person, they wanted to know more. After seeing the typically stoic captain go soft for you, they constantly asked you questions.
To say it was annoying would be an understatement.
Because now everybody treated your relationship like community property. And you know this is a champagne problem, but you and Sidney valued your privacy deeply. And your coworkers were making it very hard to hold up to your usual standard.
“You never actually told us if he cooks,” Dana said, spinning in her desk chair.
“I answered that one already,” you hadn’t even looked up from the notes you were taking, and your tone was portraying your disinterest in the conversation.
“No, you said he ‘tries.’ That’s not the same thing,” she said, tapping her chin curiously.
Whitaker looked up from his charting across the nursing station, “does he still do the hockey-player thing where he eats that chicken dish before every game?”
You continued writing, choosing to ignore them.
“Answer the question,” Dana said beside you.
Before you could respond, Robby walked into the nurses’ station holding his phone, saved by the bell… or so you thought.
“Your boyfriend’s ruining my department,” he said dramatically, placing his palm on the counter besides you and leaning.
You frowned, “what could he have possibly done?”
Robby tossed his phone on the counter so that it was facing you. Six tickets.
Six seats in your usual row and section. For tonight’s Penguins game.
The entire station exploded with excitement.
“NO WAY.”
“Are those real?”
“Oh my god.”
Dana grabbed the phone dramatically. “I take back every bad thing I’ve ever said about Sidney Crosby.”
“You’ve literally never said a bad thing about him,” Javadi pointed out.
“Because they’re usually said in the comfort of my home after a bad game,” she answered obviously, looking between you and Javadi.
You groaned as everybody immediately started arguing over carpooling.
You pulled out your phone.
You: tickets… really?
His text bubble popped up almost immediately.
Sid: should you be texting at work dr? And just had to thank them for taking care of you after you passed out.
You rolled your eyes.
You: should you be texting from the rink, captain? And you didn’t have to do that… but they’re excited to say the least.
Sid: :) love you. See you tonight dr❤️
You smiled, trying to hide it, before sliding your phone back into your scrub pocket.
“He didn’t have to do that,” you muttered quietly, trying and failing to continue hiding your smile.
Robby noticed instantly. “There it is,” he said, pointing. “That stupid little smile she gets.”
“You people are exhausting,” you rolled your eyes, for what felt like the millionth time in this shift alone.
“And yet we’re all going to the game,” he said with a smirk.
“Who exactly,” Dana started, “is getting one of these six tickets?”
Robby huffed a laugh, “me, you, Langdon, because he would murder me if he didn’t,” he looked around the room of hopeful nurses and residents, “Javadi, because why not,” she “yesed” dramatically in celebration, “Whitaker and Santos.”
Some disappointed grumbles were heard amongst the nurses and other doctors.
“This is the best day of my life,” Langdon whispered to himself, walking to his next patient.
You had taken yourself to the game, needing some peace prior to spending the evening with the same people you spent your entire day with.
You also needed time to perform your pregame ritual and change into your lucky jacket that Side demanded you wear. Put your hair in a bun because that’s what was currently working, and making sure the gold s was hung perfectly around your neck.
You took a deep breath as you sat in the friends and family parking lot, before willing the courage to meet your coworkers inside.
You could not let their presence mess up the routine, because if they lost, you knew Sidney would never let them come to another game.
By the time everybody reached the arena, the Pitt crew had somehow become more chaotic than the actual hockey fans.
Frank looked one step away from cardiac arrest.
“I have never sat this close before,” he whispered, staring down at the glass seats, “I can practically smell the ice.”
Dana rolled her eyes at him, “You’re embarrassing yourself.”
“I don’t care, and that’s brave coming from someone wearing a sweatshirt that’s older than me,” Frank quipped back, glancing down at her faded and ripped Penguins hoodie.
She scoffed, “I had this on when they won the cup and real hockey fan knows you can’t wash the luck out.”
“Did you just admit that you haven’t washed that in ten years?” Frank said with a look of disgust.
Dana murmured “amateur” under her breath before bringing her attention back to warm ups.
Whitaker was already taking pictures of the rink, “this is my first hockey game and this is insane.”
Warmups had just started when Dana looked around suddenly. “Wait. Where’s Mrs. Crosby?”
You were gone.
Frank frowned. “Bathroom maybe?”
“No chance,” Javadi said immediately, “she was right here and then she disappeared suspiciously.”
Robby sighed, “you guys are worse than middle schoolers.”
Then Frank abruptly grabbed Robby’s arm hard enough to nearly dislocate it.
“Oh my God,” Frank said slowly.
“What?” Robby asked, prying Frank’s fingers from his forearm.
“LOOK,” Frank pointed down towards the ice.
Everyone turned toward the glass.
You were standing down near the boards by yourself in what looked like one of Sidney’s old jackets.
And directly in front of you, still in warmup gear, Sidney skated over to the glass.
“Oh my GOD,” Dana laughed, “this is so effin cheesey.”
“He came right over to her,” Javadi cooed.
“Look at his face,” Whitaker said with a smile.
The commotion actually made Santos glance up from her phone and fake a gag at the sight.
“Why did you even come?” Her roommate asked her.
She shrugged looking down at her phone again, “Robby said he would buy us drink.”
Dennis shook his head at her.
Frank looked deeply emotional already, “this is beautiful. My very own coresident, dating the man of my dreams.”
Robby turned his head, slightly confused and not even sure if Frank knew what he just said out loud.
Sidney tapped the glass twice with his glove and you smiled immediately.
Not your polite work smile that you gave to patients to make them feel better. You’re actual smile.
The one the ER only saw occasionally, when he called you, or when you were all out to drinks and you let a little loose.
Then Sidney pulled a puck from his pocket.
Dana gasped dramatically, “NO.”
“He’s giving her the puck?” Frank asked.
Sidney mouthed something through the glass they couldn’t quite hear from afar.
You laughed and shook your head.
Then he tossed the puck over carefully.
You caught it easily.
The entire section around them started cheering immediately, all the surrounding fans whistling and hollering.
Frank clutched his chest, “I can’t handle this.”
Whitaker narrowed his eyes suspiciously, “wait. That looked practiced.”
“Oh it absolutely was,” Dana agreed.
Sidney lingered for another second at the glass, eyes fixed on you with that same unbearably soft expression he always had.
Then one of his teammates skated by and shoulder-checked him hard enough to make him stumble.
You could actually hear the teammate yelling from the seats—
“QUIT FLIRTING!”
The row erupted in laughter, and your cheeks burned bright red.
Sidney flipped him off without even turning around. He gave a shy wave and you blew him a kiss as he skated off.
By the end of the second period, everybody had decided bullying you was more entertaining than watching the game.
Dana pointed accusingly with her french fry, “so. The puck thing.”
“What about it?” You asked nonchalantly, shifting in your seat nervously because of the close score.
Whitaker nodded, “it was very rom-com coded.”
You rolled your eyes, “it’s not romantic.”
“HE LITERALLY GAVE YOU A GAME PUCK,” Frank shouted across everyone from where he was seated.
You rolled your eyes and sighed. “There’s a superstition.”
Frank leaned forward immediately. “A hockey superstition?”
You sighed, already regretting opening your mouth.
“Sid says if he sees me before warmups and gives me a puck, he plays better,” you shrugged, trying to act like it wasn’t your favorite thing he had ever said to you.
“He’s obsessed with you,” Santos said casually, with an eye roll.
“You’re his emotional support doctor,” Javadi said sweetly, “this would be a really good hockey novel. There’s a whole genre for that now.”
You hid your face in your hands while everyone laughed.
Robby looked entirely too entertained. “How long has this been going on?”
“A while,” you said, looking at your popcorn.
“A WHILE?” Dana screeched. “How many pucks do you have?”
“…I don’t know,” you looked up, as if thinking about it, “I guess probably 72.”
Frank looked horrified, “that’s not a guessing number. That’s an ‘I’m counting’ number.”
You muttered into your hands, “please let the ice swallow me whole.”
Javadi was crying laughing now, “this man has hockey rituals about you.”
“He’s Canadian,” you defended weakly. “They’re weird about hockey.”
“You are dating the captain of the Pittsburgh Penguins and he performs girlfriend-based sports rituals,” Dana said dramatically, “honestly, whatever works.”
Your phone buzzed against the table.
Sidney: stop letting them make fun of me…
You immediately looked down toward the ice.
Sidney was staring up at you from the bench already, where he had just returned from the locker room. The smile he wore immediately gave him away.
Dana noticed instantly, “oh my god he texted her.”
Frank looked ready to ascend into another plane of existence, “he can’t text during games.” He said offended, as if he were the coach himself.
You shrugged, holding up your phone, “he can text me.”
Although they made fun of you for what felt like the longest hockey game of your life, you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy having them there.
Three days later, you thought you were going to dinner with Sidney.
That was it. It was your birthday, and you didn’t want anything over the top. You just wanted to spend time with him. Since he was in Pittsburgh and had two days of no games, it felt like the perfect chance to actually celebrate your birthday.
Being born during hockey season and dating a professional hockey player usually made it impossible to do something. But, for the first time since dating, you got lucky.
So, he had agreed to just dinner. And you thought that was it, at least until he drove past the restaurant entirely.
You frowned, “Sid.”
“Hm?” He said, eyes still focused on the road.
One hand casually on the wheel, the other mindlessly drawing shapes on your thighs right where your skirt falls.
“Is that not where we were going?” You asked confused.
“Change of plans.” He said firmly, leaving no room for discussion.
You narrowed your eyes immediately.
Then he pulled into the driveway of his own house and you knew something was wrong because there were way too many cars there.
“…Sidney,” you said questioningly.
He looked painfully pleased with himself, smiling before turning to face you. “Happy birthday, baby.”
He hopped out of the car, jogging over to your side and opening your door before you could. You took his hand and let him guide you up the path to the front door.
The front door opened before you could react.
“SURPRISE!”
You jumped so hard you almost dropped your purse.
The entire living room erupted into cheers. It was filled with your friends, family, coworkers, and over half the Penguins roster.
You stared in shock while Sidney laughed beside you.
“You planned a surprise party?” You asked, looking over at him, “for me?”
He shrugged, “you said you never had one before.”
Emotion climbed into your throat so fast it caught you off guard, “oh,” you said softly, “yeah… that’s true. I didn’t think you caught that.”
He pulled you against his side while everyone continued cheering.
You made your rounds while tucked into Sidney’s side, hugging your friends and family.
One of his teammates appeared with a glass of champagne for you and a beer for him, making you smile.
Frank appeared suddenly looking seconds from fainting.
“You did not tell me your boyfriend’s house looked like this,” he whispered, as Sidney talked to one of his teammates.
“It’s just a house,” you said, bringing your champagne to your lips trying to act like Frank wasn’t being weird.
Frank pointed wildly across the room. “Evgeni Malkin is standing by the chips.”
You started laughing, “go get’em tiger.”
Frank grabbed your shoulders dramatically. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS MEANS TO ME?”
He stomped away to go make small talk and try his best to act normal.
Across the room, several Penguins players were already openly amused by the Pitt crew, Dana and Robby were animatedly explaining their best ER stories.
Sidney disappeared briefly to grab refills, kissing your cheek as he moved and the second he walked away, Dana appeared and leaned toward you immediately.
“He’s in love with you,” she said while wiggling her eyebrows.
You snorted, “you say that every day.”
She simply shrugged before making her way back to her group.
Then Sidney returned, sliding an arm easily around your waist while handing you a drink.
“You okay?” he asked quietly, “I know you’re not big on the party thing. But everyone wanted to celebrate you. And you deserved it.”
The softness in his voice immediately made you smile. “Yeah,” you admitted softly, “you really surprised me. I had no idea ”
A tiny smile tugged at Sidney’s mouth, “good surprise?”
You looked around the room.
At your coworkers laughing with his teammates. At Frank still visibly malfunctioning. At the decorations Sidney had clearly spent way too much time setting up.
Then back at him.
“Yeah,” you said quietly. “Really good surprise.”
His hand squeezed gently at your waist. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. For a moment, all the noise faded into nothing and it was just you two standing in his living room.
And then from across the room Frank suddenly yelled— “SIDNEY! GENO SAID YOU CAN SIGN MY JERSEY!”
He pulled away from the kiss, you whipped your head around and glared at Frank.
The entire house burst out laughing.
Sidney sighed dramatically. “Frank.”
“You said we were friends now!” Frank said, throwing his hands up defensively. You groaned, leaning your head on Sidney’s shoulder.
And although it was chaotic, and somehow Whitaker and Santos had taken control of the aux, everyone you loved was there, and you had never felt more thankful.
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The way he put his tongue out after hearing the Turin’ crowd going nuts bc he spoke 3 words in Italian 😭😭 but also the blush on his face when the commentator said “molto bravo!” LMAO I just know Carlitos loves to receive compliments by Italians (and flirt with them! just ask Jannik!) 😭😭
Inspired by this post by @66miles !! (They write sincaraz fic also! Go check it out and go follow!!) drew this in 60min so it’s messy sorry but it was fun to draw Jack🙂↕️🙂↕️
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