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What It's Like to Lose You - [Sidney Crosby]

Summary: Nora and Sidney were on the same page until a miscommunication brings to light feelings that were buried in the dark. What happens when Nora asks a superstitious Sid to shift his plans?

Word count: 5.7k

Main Trope: Hurt/Comfort

Based on: Lose you by Jordan Davis

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Baby, I don't wanna know what it's like to lose you

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12 years ago this week, two 25 year olds were meeting for the first time in a Pittsburgh restaurant. Nora had been rushing in through the open doorway. Sidney had been walking out on his phone, and boom, two worlds collided. They both got up unscathed from their collision, but their worlds never separated again. It was a chance encounter out of a Rom-Com, including a spilled purse, bumping heads, and a number exchange that she is still slightly convinced was purely apologetic.

Sid insists that Nora was the prettiest girl he had ever seen and it had nothing to do with the way her forehead was badly bruising despite the ice pack she was given by the restaurant. On their first official date, she still had the bump on her forehead and Sid spent the whole night blushing every time his hazel eyes raised to it.

“I can’t apologize enough.”

He tried though.

Despite being a professional hockey player, he maintains that’s the worst injury he’s ever given someone.

But bruises heal and Nora came away with an amazing man, so she still sees the night as a smashing success. Sid’s usual, knowing smile tells her that under all the teasing and apologies, he feels the same.

Every few years, they head back to that restaurant to recreate the better parts of the evening including the meal, drinks, and 6 layer chocolate cake. It started off as a standard reservation over the years, but as Sid and Nora have been together longer, their desire for privacy has grown. The last few times they have celebrated, Sid has rented the roof top level of the restaurant out for them. They have their own private staff, a warm fireplace, soft candle light, and apparently this year, a million white rose petals lining the floor.

Once off the elevator, Nora pulls her gloves off, thanking the hostess for accompanying her up the stairs.

“Sid?” She calls out, not seeing him within the room. She continues walking, focusing on the outdoor balcony where his wide shoulders come into view. He is dressed up tonight in a simple black suit. His back is to her but white puffs of his breath float around his frame as he looks out over the Pittsburgh skyline. Circling him is various sized, white candles with more rose petals and additional vases of white roses. The combination of the white petals, yellow-ish candles, and the dark night are picturesque Penguins colors. The vision is romantic, including Sid’s nonchalant stance in the center of it all.

Nora pauses at the door, taking in the stunning sight. There is no table near him, so the display feels strangely out of place.

Oh my…

Is he proposing!?

Sid reaches a hand into his pocket, fiddling with something in there then pushing out a heavy breath like he is anxious.

Holy crap, he totally is!

Adrenaline and excitement shoot through her body at the prospect of what is about to happen. Sid and Nora have talked about marriage extensively over the years. They talked about waiting until he retired, or his latest contract was up. But then he re-signed another contract they weren’t sure was coming in Pittsburgh. He can see this being his last one. They’ve agreed over the years to avoid the distraction of a wedding or babies while he is still playing, but knowing this chapter is dwindling must have provided comfort to him.

Now, he is proposing early to give her time to plan the wedding.

This is perfect! She can get things together in the next few years, slowly, build it into a magical weekend. They can invite all their friends and family- all Sid’s current and former teammates too. The inn on their lake back home will be an idyllic venue. She can see it now, walking down the wooden steps to the dock where Sid waits for her- stoic and reserved but with huge heart eyes only for her.

He really surprised me, she thinks as she fluffs her hair, ensuring none of it is tucked into the collar of her jacket. He was also weirdly insistent that she had her nails done and was wearing the new dress she bought last week on their trip to the mall. Plus, he has always loved the idea of spoiling and surprising her for their proposal. Doing it early and on such a special night, at a special place, is exactly the way to accomplish that.

“Hey stranger.” Nora says, shaking slightly as she steps out onto the rooftop patio.

“Hey beautiful.” He grins widely at her approach. He crosses the distance between them, meeting her in the middle. “Was just checking out the city from this view. Come look with me.” He encourages her forward, careful of the candles and flower petals. His hand rests on the small of her back, warming her through her coat. Once fully inside the circle, he leans forward, kissing her cheek, then turning her chin to kiss her more fully.

“Am I late?” She wonders as they step through the path together.

“No, I’m early. Meeting was done sooner than I thought, but I didn’t want to rush you away from work.” He kisses her temple. She turns, puckering her lips and he gladly presses his there. “Mm, I missed you today.”

“Me too. The days have been long lately.”

“Yeah.” Sid inhales heavily. “Hopefully tonight makes up for that.” Nora smiles, then lets him turn her shoulders at the exact angle he was at. “Look at how the river glows from the lights at this angle.”

He is subtle with his adjustment, almost making her think he isn’t attempting to him sink down to one knee beside her. Nora plays along. She points out various places they love that she can see from here. The place she lived when they met and how terrible the parking garage situation was. Her last office building that she had the luxury of an office with floor to ceiling windows. PPG Paints Arena isn’t far from here either. As she talks, Sid steps behind her, wrapping an arm around her stomach and pulling her in close to his body. His heat radiates off her, keeping her warm despite the bitter chill in the air tonight.

The wind suddenly whips particularly hard, almost knocking over a row of vases and candles.

“Damn, this is kinda a fire hazard.” Sid murmurs. Nora’s heart begins to pound in her chest.

Maybe this is it…

“Yeah, but it’s really nice. So beautiful and romantic.” She motions to the flowers and candles.

“Isn’t it? A guy proposed to his girlfriend before I got here. They asked if they should take it down, but I said it was pretty and we could enjoy it. Brings a lot of light into the room, no? I’ll have to take notes.”

Oh… Oh.

Mortified, Nora closes her eyes, groaning slightly.

“Oh my god, you’re not proposing?” She breathes out.

“Wouldn’t that be funny?” Sid laughs, genuinely, like it’s some big joke to infer from where they are standing that might be happening.

Except it’s not a joke to Nora. Not at all. Because something she didn’t plan on when she walked in here, had morphed into the plan, and now it’s being ripped right from her fingers in a way that feels like a sucker punch to the gut. Gradually, Sid realizes he shouldn’t be laughing when he takes in the disappointed look crossing her face. His smile slides off his face as he steps back from her, hands in his pockets. He shows them to her, empty hands palm side up.

“Wow, that was really stupid of me to think you were doing that.” She blinks, clearing her throat. Her hurt is visible to Sid. She can’t mask it. It’s too big right now and the added layer of fresh, unexpected disappointment makes him shift uncomfortably.

“Wha…” Sid sighs heavily, rolling his shoulders slightly forward to enclose them together as the wind continues to whip.“Babe, we’ve been on the same page about this… when I retire we can take those next steps.”

Nora’s hazel eyes focus on the edge of his suit lapel. The sharp line curves and bends with the tears swimming in her vision. She purses her lips together.

“I know.” She says measuredly, working overtime to keep her voice steady. “But I saw all this and thought…” She pauses, putting her tongue between her lips for a moment to gather her courage. She looks around at the restaurant. With fresh eyes, Sid does the same. His face suddenly falls into recognition. In a last moment of foolishness, Nora meekly says, “You could still ask?” The words trail off at the end. Sid’s eyes slide away for a moment, then come back to hers, questioning.

“Why?”

“Why not?” Her breathing starts to increase, making quiet gasps. Sid looks down again, dropping their gazes as he shakes his head. Then he shrugs awkwardly like that’s all he has to say. A man of so many words and now he has none.

Achingly, she straightens her shoulders. This gets Sid’s eyes to raise back to her again. His search hers, finding them shimmering from her tears and the golden candle light.

“I…” He tries.

“You don’t have to say anything. It would probably be best if you didn’t.” She nods as she says it. She looks around the roof, trying to memorize the scene and let it go all at the same time. A perfect proposal- the night, the spot, the man- but none of it is hers. Even Sid isn’t, not really. He still belongs to something else. Something that he puts above her time and time again, but tonight she can’t swallow that reality and not burst into tears. “I’m gonna go.”

“No, babe. Please?” Sid tries tenderly. His fingers reach for hers, threading through her left hand. The emptiness of her left ring finger is heavier than if it had a 5 carat diamond on it. “Let’s just sit down and have dinner. We can talk.”

“About what?” She stutters out as she shakes her head. “This is never really up for discussion, Sid.” Her bottom lip wobbles and she thinks this might be when she loses it for real. Her lips tilt down into a crumbling frown.

“What are you talking about?”

“I have loved you every moment of the last 12 years of our lives together. But at what point, are we fooling each other and ourselves? Partnership is about compromise. And I’ve done a lot of it over the years for you.” She closes her eyes. “Never once has it been about me. Now I’m asking for it to be. For a minute, so I can be honest and say that I need you to reconsider. I need… something more permanent. Something that tells me that we are building a future together. That this isn’t going to be 12 years of wasted time and suddenly you’re off to the next thing. Because sometimes it feels that way. Like I’m for now and not forever.”

“How can you say that?” Sid scoffs, shaking his head at the absurdity. “Where is this even coming from?”

“Because I don’t have anything permanent from you except your word. I only get pulled into the spotlight with you for the big moments, Sid. Otherwise, it’s like I’m not even here. Because you’re shielding me or whatever it is that you tell me and yourself to make this out like it’s for the best for both of us and not just you.”

“I know this is a lot to ask.”

“Do you!?” Nora’s voice shakes like an earthquake now as her teeth chatter together. “Because until this moment, you’ve barely acknowledged that. It shouldn’t have to be like that. I shouldn’t be on the verge of leaving and you’re telling me for the first time that this all matters to you.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you felt this way.” Sid answers quietly. “I thought we were on the same page.” He repeats again.

“I want this, Sid.” She motions around at the rooftop. “I want us to start taking steps, not just talking about making plans. I- I want get engaged. Soon. We don’t have to get married right away, but I want to have a ring on my finger by the end of the summer. Can you agree to that?”

It’s a simple comprise, Nora encourages herself to stay strong.

Sid’s gaze back to her is haunting. And she knows before he says a word. It’s such a big change and that’s his biggest fear when it should be losing her.

“I don’t know, babe. There are so many unknowns with the next few seasons.” Hockey. Of course. His mistress calls to him every time and he will always answer. Until he can’t anymore. As long as he does that, she will never come first.

So while his answer isn’t a resounding no, it’s also not a yes, and suddenly that becomes a deal breaker.

“Even if I can’t live like that?” She breathes out. Internally, her brain begs for him to pull a trick play, change his mind, anything that can save them at the last second. That he will come through for them like he has for his team countless times on the ice.

But Sid says nothing. In that silence, is everything she doesn’t want to hear but needs to.

Nora watches his jaw tighten, highlighting his cheek bones and turning his features anguished. Her head lists to the side and she blinks, looking away from him. Her face collapses into the numbness that flows through her veins.

“Well at least I know where I measure up in all this now. Exactly where I always have. Second.”

“Nora, babe…” Sid’s eyes close at her words, but she doesn’t stick around to see the sincere apology when they open again. It wouldn’t make a difference to her anyway.

Instead, she does what she should have done years ago now and leaves.

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Cause people break up, fall in and outta love

But giving this up is something I just won't do

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87 missed calls all from one number.

The annoying irony of that floods over Nora’s body as she continues punching numbers into a spreadsheet.

It would be just like him to leave it at that too… His lucky number, never mind how annoying it is to have her phone ring 87 times in the last few days.

After what happened on the rooftop, Nora went home. She beat Sid there, threw a packed bag into the car then numbly navigated her way back to a hotel downtown. It’s where she has been since then, working from the room because she can’t bare to go into the office. How can she show her face anywhere in this city right now?

“Fuck.” She mutters when her phone dings again, this time signaling another voicemail. She taps aggressively at the backspace button on her keyboard, going back to the spreadsheet to be sure she enters the numbers in correctly this time. Then she grabs her phone, switching it onto Do Not Disturb so she can actually get some work done today. She doesn’t have time for someone who doesn’t have the balls to commit.

She doesn’t want to hear his apologies either. Or anymore of the “I didn’t know.” Because maybe that had been true before this weekend, but he does know now. Her expectation was pretty crystal clear in their conversation. She told him before she left the roof top exactly what she needed and he didn’t follow through. If he wants to twist that into whatever he needs to so he can sleep at night- well, it’s not her business anymore.

Call it what it is. You gave him an ultimatum.

One that he hasn’t addressed in any of his attempts to contact her.

Nora’s eyes lift off her laptop, sliding out the window to take in the skyline. Across and over a few buildings is the rooftop her and Sid were on. The candles, flowers, and vases are long gone, but she can still envision the flickering of the burning wicks in the wind. A shiver trails through her, down her spine and making her arms explode with goosebumps.

Did 12 years end on that rooftop? Did it slip through their fingers in a moment of misunderstanding they won’t overcome?

A freight train of sadness rocks her body. Her head falls back to the chair behind her and burning tears gush down her cheeks. She sobs silently for a few moments, until her brain forces her to gasp for breath. Her fingers clutch at her chest with one hand; the other closes her laptop screen.

Who is she kidding? She can’t work in these conditions. Not when the best thing that ever happened to her might be gone forever.

She scrabbles her hands over the clutter on her desk to clutch her phone. She swipes at her notifications, scrolling through all his phone calls and voicemails. She listens to a few of them, mouth crumpling at the deep sadness in his voice as he asks her to call him back. In one of them, his voice cracks and he weakly clears his throat.

“I love you. More than I know how to say and I’m wrecked here, babe. Please call me.”

She can’t listen to anymore of that. It’s too sad.

Nora walks over to the bed, sinking down on the edge of it. On her lock screen is still a picture of her and Sid on her birthday last year. Sid organized an incredible surprise party for her with her family and friends, despite the Penguins having an away game. He flew everyone in- paid for their lodging, all the meals, and spa days for the girls too. He covered it all so that even in his absence, she would feel loved and spoiled on her day. At the end of the night, he flew back separately from the team to surprise her too. The picture captured her excited glow at getting him in her arms for her birthday, even if it was only for an hour.

He found a way to make it work for them.

Just like he’s trying to do now.

Nora navigates back to her notifications, swiping through until she gets to her messages. Out of all the phone calls and voicemails he left, there were only two text messages, both in the last hour.

I want us to fix this. I can’t lose you.

Followed by a simple request.

Come home, babe. Please don’t give up on us.

His desperate pleas dissolve her into tears again. She puts the phone face down on the bed, falling back onto the fluffy, hotel comforter. It soaks up her fresh tears as she grapples with going home and facing him, knowing it she does, and he won’t budge, she still may lose him forever.

What the hell is she going to do?

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And I don't wanna give you a reason to leave me

I never wanna feel that freedom that people say they find

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On Saturday, Nora grabs a coffee on her way out of downtown to her and Sid’s house. It’s in an expensive gated community that feel stuffy, but necessary for their privacy. Even though Sid has been making millions since he was 18, he still doesn’t seem to fit with the older, country club types that occupy most of the houses in the neighborhood. She much prefers the families and easiness of Nova Scotia. But they need a different level of security here so chalk their home up to another one of those compromises.

On the steps of the brick, colonial house with white trim, Sid sits, waiting for her. He stands up, hands in his pockets when he sees her car approach. Damn it, even when he’s sad he still looks gorgeous. Nora clicks the button on the garage door, easing her Porsche into her place beside Sid’s Range Rover.

She doesn’t have a chance to open her door, Sid is there already, popping it open and holding his hand for her to get out. She ignores it, sliding out on her own power. Sid brushes it off with a smile as a greeting, then clears his throat.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” She says back.

Nora moves around to the back of the car to grab her big tote with her wallet, phone, keys, and work laptop. She hesitates at her suitcase remaining in the trunk. She isn’t sure what to expect from this conversation. All she knows is she owes him the opportunity to talk. And she has some things she wants to say too. But Sid grabs the suitcase out of the car assertively then they head into the house together. Sid puts her bags on the entry way bench. She takes off her sneakers and tosses her coat onto a random hook before heading for a glass of water.

Sid follows behind, but giving her space to move without him breathing completely down her neck. Nora rests her butt against the counter across the room from him. He looks exhausted, disheveled too, with bags under his eyes hinting at a lack of sleep. Explains why he has looked so out of place on the ice the past few days. She feels a pinch of guilt then shrugs it off. This isn’t completely her fault. She has some blame in this, but so does he. They both allowed things to get to this point, getting lost along the way. This is their chance to get back on the tracks or walk away.

At the last thought, tears spring into her eyes.

“Do you want to talk here?” He finally asks after clearing his throat.

“No, we should sit down.”

Sid nods, extending a hand out towards the living room. She takes her water with her and he trails behind again, keeping his distance. She hates it. He seems so far away. How will they bridge this gap?

“I hate that we are here.” Nora starts honestly, sitting down on the couch while Sid opts for the leather chair to her right, being considerate of her space.

“Me too.” Sid nods, clasping his hands together in front of himself.

“I’m…” She struggles to find the word. Embarrassed? Upset? Sad? What word would she use to describe the utter agony in her body the last few days. How does she tell him what it’s awaken in her? How it’s unshielded her from a truth she didn’t realize was there which is that she isn’t okay with this arrangement anymore. “Disappointed and I guess, feel let down by you too. I’ve tried to reason those feelings away the last few days, but they’re not going away, Sid. What they have awoken in me isn’t going away either.”

“I understand.” He responds.

“I’ve loved our life together. But more than the life and all it comes with, I love you so much.” She pauses, feeling her throat expand with a huge lump, blocking her from saying more momentarily. “But I’ve given up a lot and I haven’t asked for much from you. I know what my role is and some of it is to make life easier for you so you can focus on other things. But fundamentally, we are suddenly at a crossroad where it is unfair for me to continue this way without having my cup filled in return. I don’t want to always be the only one compromising anymore. I want us to rise up as a team.”

“I want that too.” Sid nods his head. She pauses.

“Sid, I know you. You are stubborn as hell.” She looks down at her water glass, swallowing thickly before she says this next part. “And I’m not going to beg you to love me enough to marry me. I don’t deserve that. I’m not going to trap you into something you don’t want to do either.” Sid shakes his head, rubbing his long fingers across the deep groves in his forehead.

“I love you more than a piece of paper.” He responds.

“It’s not a piece of paper. It’s a commitment. A bond. One that is very important to me.” She snaps. Sid raises up his hands in retreat.

“I’m sorry. Fuck, that came out wrong. I know it’s a commitment. I know it’s important to you. It’s important to me too. I promise. I want to marry you. I want to be your husband and call you my wife.” He sighs, face becoming determined as he stares at a spot on the floor. “I heard you.” Sid starts off again, softer. “I heard every word you said last week.” His hazel eyes are soft and earnest. She nods. “I wish I could go back and do that day differently. To save you from my pure stupidity. I didn’t think that moment through like I should have. Didn’t consider what it would look like to you. I’m so sorry. You deserved better than that.”

“It was really nice. Gorgeous. All of it.” She insists to him because it was. “I would have loved that to be…” She trails off with a shrug.

“If I could go back… I’d get down on one knee, babe. Planned or not planned. The second you walked through the door, you were so stunning, literally took my breath away and I thought, ‘I can’t believe I get her for the rest of my life.’ She picked me. That should have been our moment.” He sighs heavily. “I wasn’t prepared at all. Then things unraveled fast. I felt backed into a corner.” He says quietly. “It flipped that switch in me that makes me a great hockey player when the game is on the line, but a terrible partner when you needed reassurance.”

Nora understands this completely. She knows him, recognizes now that fierce competitiveness that drives him isn’t always something that can be turned off. He is built different than other people. That’s why he has known success at every level. In a high stress moment, he leaned into what he knew which was to push back until the playing field tilted more in his favor.

“I didn’t snap out of it soon enough.” He shakes his head. “I’ve had plenty of hours to replay that moment and it’s different every time. I want to give that to you, but I can’t. All I can do is try to fix this.” He twists his fingers together, cracking his knuckles. “I don’t want to know what life without you looks like. I don’t care to know that level of emptiness. You’re not second. There is you, then everything else. I obviously haven’t been treating you that way. And I’m going to change that. Immediately.”

He stands up, rubbing his palms on his jeans as he comes to crouch down next to her legs on the couch. He puts his hands on the outsides of her thighs, then moves them up to her hips. His thumbs rub circles into her abdomen on either side, cradling and holding her while maintaining distance if she wants to shove him away. She doesn’t. Instead she glides her right hand into the sleeve of his sweater to hold the bare skin of his forearm.

His eyes search hers, looking for permission to keep going before he continues with one more big inhale.

“I have your ring. I’ve had it for 8 years actually. I don’t know if that makes you more angry with me or less, but I want you to know that I’m not reacting to what happened. I’m repeating what you already know, but I’ve had this plan for us.” She pauses, not expecting to hear he purchased the ring so long ago. “It’s the oval one from the ring shopping we did. You loved it, glowed even when I slid it onto your finger. It was so clearly the one, just like you are for me, baby.” He licks his full lips. “Am I still the one for you?”

She nods, tearfully. Of course he is, that’s what has made all of this so hard. The thought of having to do life with him has been unbearable.

“Then marry me.” He whispers. The words are light, floating through the air as individual letters and wrapping around her body in a way that soothes the sting of the million, horrid cuts in her heart. The words fill in the gaps and so does his touch where he kneels down in front of her, grabbing her hands in his.

“Marry me, baby. Not because you asked for me to do this on the rooftop last week. Not because it’s always been part of a plan we keep talking about like after my career is over, we somehow really start living. Marry me because we are it for each other. Because we love each other more than all the other circumstances that could keep us apart. Because if it’s not you, I don’t want it. Not a single fucking thing about marriage, or babies, or building a life with someone.” Misty tears are obvious in his eyes as he brings her hands up to his mouth, kissing across her knuckles. “Marry me, please, because loving you for the rest of my life is the only thing I’m fully sure about.”

Nora pulls her hands from Sid’s and runs them up his chest to his shoulders. She grips the side of his face and neck, sniffing from her hot tears. He holds her arms at her biceps, keeping her close.

“They could take it all from me. The medals, the cups, the MVP awards. Even the C on my chest. But not you. You’re the piece of me I can’t lose.”

Nora pushes out a huge exhale because she feels like she is going to combust by the way his words fill her up with love.

“Of course, I’ll marry you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Sid.” She murmurs, then pulls him to her on the couch so she can kiss his plump lips. Their kiss is desperate, yearning, filled with relief and promise and apologies in a way only true partners can replicate by coming back to each other.

“Still? Even though I’m such a fucking idiot?” He mumbles into her lips.

“Yes. I love my fucking idiot.” She insists, smiling under his kiss.

Sid breaks away from her mouth, resting their foreheads together, stretching his thumb across her left cheek bone.

“That’s good. Cause I put down four deposits on four different dates for us at the inn you love back home.” He tells her. Nora pulls slightly away to look into his eyes.

“W-what?”

“Yeah. One at the end of June. One in the beginning of September. One during the holiday break. And one during the Allstar break.” She recognizes that all of those dates are within the next year. None of them are after his contract expires, or years down the line when retirement is surely their life. They’re all within 12 months of this exact moment.

“Oh… Are you comfortable with that?”

“Yes. I’m dead serious about marrying you. We know where. We have your ring. We have each other. I’m just as sick of waiting as you are. I’ve already taken up too much of our time setting limits on our love that aren’t fair to us. I’ll make it up to you. I promise. If you tell me you want a baby right now, I’ll give that to you too.”

“Slow down.” Nora shakes her head.

“Slowing down.” He nods. “Sorry, I just got really excited about seeing you with a baby. Maybe a girl? Not that I don’t want a boy but-”

“Sid!”

“Sorry… yes. I’m done talking about babies. But you would look so sexy pregnant. Okay! Shit. I am really done now. I’m going to grab your ring so I stop talking.”

“Are you flustered?” She laughs as he stands up, heading towards the stairs.

“Yeah, a little bit.”

“Never thought I would see the day…” She trails off, standing up and following him to their room. He comes out of the closet with the black, velvet box from Harry Winston. Sid pops it open, carefully pulling the ring out. Then he gathers Nora’s fingers into his hand, nudging it up her fourth one. When it stops in place, he grins at her.

“I love this as much as I did that first day.” She murmurs, holding her hand up to his chest to watch the diamonds sparkle against the black fabric of his sweater. Sid’s fingers curl around hers.

For the past few days, the world has lacked color and light. Now, in their home, in each other’s embrace, the colors begin to illuminate, more vibrant than they were before. Nora knows she’s lucky. Their love isn’t perfect- it has ugly bruises and scars as it tends to after 12 years of loving each other hard. Those imperfections doesn’t make it a bad thing.

After all, isn’t this all anyone really wants? To be loved so fiercely, so unconditionally, that it feels hopeful even in the darkest moments. To be able to lean into what you know and pull each other out of it. To dream of better days, but then pull on your hiking boots and rise up through what you need to in order to get to the top again.

Maybe it won’t always be that simple for them in the future. After all, hockey has been Sid’s love since long before he met Nora. When he loses that for good, they will need to shift again.

Maybe that’s why they are currently going through this dip. To give them an example of working through it together as a team, like they are right now too.

No winners, no losers, just teammates.

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Baby, I just wanna make this last

Me over us puts you in the past, and I don’t wanna know.

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synthetickitsune · 11 months ago

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Jeonghan (SVT) | Wedding Cake fluff | 0.8k | gn!reader

You really won’t do it, right? You recall asking the question about a week ago, remember your teeth sinking into your lip and shaky breathing. You felt bad about asking then, and you feel the same shame now. There is no reason to ask, nor to doubt, afterall. Jeonghan would never hurt you intentionally. His teasing and pranks are all for entertainment, curated carefully to whoever is their victim, so no harm is caused, no damage done that can’t be fixed with a hug and his loving smile.

The same smile is deeper, fonder, all the more blinding now as Jeonghan looks at you from just a couple steps away. He looks so handsome in his suit, a tiny flower in his breast pocket. It doesn’t look as pretty as it did in the morning - no surprise there, you expected it’d become his emotional support item for the day. You caught him fidgeting with it a few times. But your eyes barely linger on the petals before you finally gather the courage to meet his eyes. Your husband’s eyes.

Your heart beats just a little faster. The label is still so new and exciting. This is the man you chose to marry, to spend the rest of your life with. You trust him, you know he’d never hurt you. The gentle and loving look in his eyes makes you fall in love with him again. It usually soothes you in an instant, but your anxiety is fueled by the number of people in the room, by the atmosphere, and you know how quickly his gaze can turn from gentle to playful.

It’s time. You close the short distance between you and let him pull you closer by the waist, feel some nerves calm down when he kisses your cheek and smiles at you.

The cake in front of you is what you dreamed of. It’s beautiful and the decorations are cute, yet your stomach also twists slightly. Everything and everyone is in place. Jeonghan picks up the knife and you follow his lead, wrapping your hand around the handle too. You hear the camera shutter click a few times and get a little conscious of your expression. What face are you making? You’re not sure, but you think you’re smiling because your husband is holding you close and you can feel his heart beating fast where his chest presses a little against your shoulder.

The cake is cut, and suddenly your mouth feels dry. You watch in slow motion as Jeonghan’s hand moves towards the cake and you close your eyes, blink for just a second longer than you should. Thousand mortifying scenarios run through your head. Your clothes ruined, your hair dirty with cake, your face a mess. You keep your eyes closed for another second. There’s a little smudge of something cold and wet on your lips.

You open your eyes and try to look down, but there are gentle fingers on your chin and chuckling Jeonghan who pulls you into a sweet kiss. Sweet as in literally sweet. You can taste the icing from the cake. Laughing into the kiss, you pull your husband closer before pulling away. You touch your lips but there’s nothing of the icing left.

He’s smiling too, but you see the way he tilts his head to make sure you’re okay. You are. You hear your friends and family laughing, see their smiling faces from the corner of your eye. Their happiness cannot match yours, however.

“Did you really think I’d smash your face into the cake?” Jeonghan leans closer and whispers into your ear while the cake is being distributed around, his own piece waiting for him, the imprint of his fingers on full display. He sounds a little worried, so you squeeze his hand and give him a smile.

“I was worried for some reason, but it’s not like I thought you’d do it,” you admit and watch him sigh in relief before he pouts.

“Mingyu betted the guys that I would last week,” he whines to you, shooting the man in question a quick glare, “Sometimes I think he hates me.”

“He doesn’t, I think he was just upset about your prank back then,” you reassure him.

“How did you know I pranked him?” Jeonghan gasps, making you roll your eyes.

“I think I know my husband well enough to know,” you shrug. He pauses for a second before he bites his lips and grins. “What now?”

“You called me your husband,” he chuckles, “I like it. Call me that from now on.”

“I think I have no choice,” you laugh, giddiness slowly bubbling all through your body.

Your husband.

You’re not sure who makes the first move, who pulls the other into another short kiss, but you know it feels sweet like the cake.

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undercvrfan444 · 3 months ago

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Recently Gojo had picked up a new extracurricular activity when he wasn’t busy with missions. Nanami had mentioned taking up some culinary class in his free time and it sparked an idea in Gojo’s mind.

It didn’t take long for him to put his good looks to use and enroll himself in a modeling program. From that point on it was like sharks swarming live bait.

The only time you’d see the man is when he was on a mission and even then he seemed to always be busy with the younger group. Your heart ached at the feeling he’d never pay you any mind. For years you had been crushing on the white haired man but could never get yourself to confess in fear of rejection.

One day after a particularly hard mission where you had snapped at Gojo more times than you could count on two hands, you decided to go to his apartment and apologize. You’d muster up all the strength your body could carry and tell gojo how you felt about him for real.

The thrumming sound of your heart filled your ears as you waited for the elevator to reach the top floor. As soon as the elevator opened up and you knocked on the door you were thrown off. Loud noises and music screamed from inside Gojo’s apartment.

To your surprise he was the one to open the door. Shirtless…and sticky? whipped cream was smeared all over his chest and fake sprinkles were scattered in his hair. Almost like…a cake?

“I-Gojo?” You ask with the hint of a giggle on your lips. For a split second a shocked look stains his face before morphing into a silly lopsided grin.

“Well hey there y/n! What brings you to my humble abode?” Your giggle quickly changed to a groan at his nonchalant tone, there was nothing humble about him at all!

It’s hard keeping your eyes on his instead of his bare chest. His chin was about where your head hit so the height difference also but his chest directly in your eye line. A loud voice calls for Gojo from within the apartment. “Come with me.” Is all he whispers before pulling you into the house and shutting the door.

Immediately you’re confronted with people everywhere. Cameras are set up with large stage lights aiming at a white backdrop. “Oh! I can come back I didn’t realize you were in the middle of a shoot!” You try to scramble out of his grasp but he tightens his fingers around your arm and looks down at you.

“Don’t leave, cmon. I’ll be done in a few minutes and then we can talk m’kay?” He pats your head softly before finding his way back to the crew he had stationed in his house. This man would be the death of you if you didn’t screw your head on right but it was impossible to tell him no. Finding your way to an empty spot in the corner of the room proved to be extremely difficult with people crawling around every inch of his place. Once you find a spot you were content with, a small sigh escaped your lips. Minutes turn into half an hour of you standing around watching Gojo being placed in various positions.

Your favorite one happened to be one of him on his knees with his legs spread a bit with a smashed cake in his left hand, his right index finger had a glob of cake on the end and he was mid lick when you had to look away. His body was so naturally posed it killed you, he looked like a god with all of the lights gleaming on him. The contents that were spread all over his abdomen seemed to enhance the muscles that rippled on his torso when he moved. If you thought peeling your eyes from Gojo’s chest was a problem then you’d be in for a shock when it came to his arms. Two thick and muscular arms flexed and stretched with every pose the director put him in. To say your eyes were glued to him would be an understatement!

Truthfully you felt like some weird creep who couldn’t keep their eyes to themself.

A lump formed in your throat and you let your thighs rub together for a split second, trying to conceal how turned on you’d gotten at the sight. To your right a brown haired man came up and offered you a bottle of water, smiling. “Thirsty?”

You nodded and thanked the man expecting him to leave but instead he stayed. He lingered and tried talking to you to which you responded with small lighthearted words. The interaction as a whole was very tame! Nothing inappropriate or creep ish about the guy, but when Gojo found you with his eyes he was bugged.

“Satoru take a quick break. If you can, get someone to put a little more toppings on you for the next few poses then we’ll be done.” Satoru thought if he never believed in God he would start today because there’s never been a more perfect string of events. He stands up and stretches his legs, tight from holding himself in the most awkward positions that still somehow looked natural. Making his way over to you he smiles artificially at the man.

“Hey y/n I need your help real quick.” Before you could possibly say anything either Gojo or the man you’d been talking to he was pulling you for the second time today. “Gojo stop it! I can walk with my own two legs you know?”

When he finally let your hand go you were in his kitchen, the only place it seems where people weren’t. His hand reached into the massive fridge and pulled a can of whipped cream and caramel sauce out, handing them to you. For a second you hesitated and looked at him as if he was crazier than normal. Could he have bumped his head on the mission today and you just not notice?

“What do you want me to do with these..?”

“Put them on me of course.” He smiled with a devilish expression on his pretty features. A deep crimson found its way to your cheeks as he shut the fridge and leaned against the counter. Waiting.

His lips were twisted in such a big smile it looked like it hurt. Reluctantly you shook the can of whipped cream and popped the top off, letting a few long stripes of contents stain his chest. This was like every wet dream you’d ever had come true in the strangest way. You used your free hand to move the sticky substance over his upper body. After using nearly the whole can he was drenched perfectly in the white cream. He tsked and pulled both of your hands to his chest, moving them a bit for you over the hardened muscles his beneath velvety skin. “It isn’t messy enough sweetheart. I know you can do better than that,” his fingers raised to lift your chin and keep his eyes locked with yours.

“Don’t get shy on me y/n, I know you are enjoying this.”

You sigh softly and try to hide the embarrassment on your face. “It looks pretty messy to me.” Is all you mumble before he’s dropping his hands away from you and looking intently at you.

“Who was that guy?” He asks quietly, barely a whisper.

“What?”

“The guy you were with.”

“Oh, I don’t know. He offered me a drink and-“

“Did you drink it? Y/n it could have been laced for all you know!”

“Why would someone in YOUR apartment offer a laced drink to me!? Besides I feel completely fine. Wait…is that why you’re making me do this?”

“I don’t want you around him. The freak must have something wrong with him the way his eyes are bulging out of his fuckin’ head; go hang out in my room. There shouldn’t be anyone in there and if someone pops in tell them I told you to kick them out.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you welcomed the privacy with open arms. Sure it would look weird to have you waiting in his room all alone but then again you were getting sick of being around all these strangers. The only thing you wanted to do was talk to Gojo without having what feels like a million distractions. Your crush on Gojo wasn’t something you wanted everybody and their mother to know about just because there’s the overwhelming feeling he would reject you and simply blame your feelings on misunderstanding.

Once you got to Gojo’s room it was no big deal from there. You scrolled on your phone for a few minutes as he finished up which truth be told you’re greatful for because it gave you time to calm your nerves and figure out what to say. When you heard all of the equipment being packed up you knew any second now you’d be face to face with Gojo, alone.

The doorknob twisted from the outside and in popped the older sorcerer. He looked tired from all the work yet there wasn’t a single flaw on his face. Internally you thought maybe you were just biased because you had always believed Gojo to be handsome even without all of the people constantly reminding you. His feet barely made any noise on the light wooden floor as he walked in, “I’m sorry sweetheart, but I really need to get a quick shower so can you wait just a little longer?”

You furrowed your brow and sighed, frustrated that you now had to distract yourself even longer and beat around the bush. “Make it quick Gojo! You really think the world revolves around you huh?” The words were spoke with a lighthearted tease behind them so it wasn’t like you were really being mean to him. Big bright white pearly teeth flashed a smile at you before he rushed into the bathroom and you heard the shower turn on.

By the time Gojo had stepped out of the shower the sun had began to set. A beautiful golden light flooded into his room from the floor to ceiling windows on one side of his room. The sight was breath taking. Hundreds of cars drove around busy streets while people lived their own lives below you.

The faint feeling of someone behind you made the skin on your arms raise, goosebumps forming. “What is it you wanted to talk about sweetheart?”

Damnit. The longer he kept you in his apartment the more you swore he could read your mind and wanted to draw out the conversation.

A shaky sigh left your body before you turned to face him, only wearing sweatpants and a towel lying loosely on his neck. Yep. He definitely wants to fuck with your head

“I just-“ *Ahem.* “I wanted to apologize for my behavior today. I shouldn’t have snapped at you and it didn’t feel right not explaining to you why I acted that way.” A small quirk in his brow was all he gave off while waiting for you to continue. As if urging you on he lets the space between you two shorten.

“Gojo-“

“Satoru. Stop calling me by my last name.”

“Stop interrupting me!” You pout a little at the continuous distractions. All day it’s been one thing after the next stopping you from getting the job done. “Listen. Honestly the reason I have been so snappy today is because you seem to avoid me like the black plague and it’s killing me. Even when you’re not around me you are the only one I think about. I get jealous of the others when you give them all your time and seem not to have any left for me, it makes me feel like i’m some dumb coworker who you could care less about. And to be honest If that’s the case, I’d rather you tell me you have no feelings for me at all so I don’t feel so stupid.”

Gojo opens his mouth to say something but you lay your hand on his chest softly to stop him.

“I guess what i’m trying to say is…I love you Satoru.” There’s a tense silence between the two of you before he places his hand over yours, chuckling loudly at your confused look.

The longer he laughed the smaller you felt. You truly considered running away and finding some circus to join so you never had to speak to him again.

In a faint whisper you hear it. “I love you too.”

Satoru runs his hands over your sides so gently you’re not even sure he’s really touching you. Two icy blue eyes rake over your face, searching for any sign of discomfort or regret.

For a few seconds it’s impossible to move. You’re frozen in place by the shock of his shared confession until your lips part into a goofy childish grin.

He pecks your lips with a small kiss, smiling equally as big as you are.

“I’d give all of this up right now if you wanted me to. No more modeling, just simply Satoru.” His words are full of promise, heavy with the truth.

You scoff, amused by the obvious humble tone he’s taken. “There’s nothing simple about you. You know that. As for modeling…I never said you had to give it up.” A wink follows suit.

From the very first moment you saw Satoru on the front page of some magazine you were hooked. He had walked in more shows than you could fathom seeing as he’s always getting hurt in missions and still looks untouched. If he were to stop it would feel as though you did a disservice to the modeling world entirely, you’d never tell him that though.

Two white eyebrows raise, as if he could hear the thoughts running through your head. “Don’t tell me you’re secretly a fan?”

Loudly you groan and let your head roll into Satoru’s chest, one hand of his covering his mouth and the other tangling in your hair. “You’re pushing it Gojo.”

“I told you not to call me by my last name!”

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hatsukeii · 6 months ago

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the curious case of kageyama tobio's love life / kageyama tobio x reader

genre(s): crack + fluff! timeskip au (third year/graduation), investigative report format, secretly dating trope, drunk x sober LMFAO

warnings(s): drunk people and house parties... (underage drinking is not! recommended here!), defs multiple/many uses of y/n because of how the fic is formatted but you need to trust the process PLEASE (sorry!) also reader's ass gets slapped by kags as a dare...

wc: ~4k

tldr; below is a transcript, recounted by partygoers hinata shoyo, tsukishima kei, yachi hitoka, and yamaguchi tadashi, of the happenings at hinata shoyo's graduation house party, set on the night of 29th march. any and all hearings have been sworn to be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. they think. probably.

[Report #1- Initiated by Hinata Shoyo]

Date of occurrence: March 29

Time of occurrence: 7:20pm

Location of occurrence: Living room

Kageyama Tobio is the third guest to arrive at Hinata Shoyo's residence, twenty minutes after Tsukishima Kei and Yamaguchi Tadashi. He carries with him the items that were agreed on the night prior- two twelve-packs of beer, one two litre bottle of coke, one Nintendo switch, and two Nintendo Pro controllers. Upon entry, Hinata Shoyo greets him at the door, and the following conversation ensues between Hinata Shoyo and Kageyama Tobio.

[Transcript #1- provided by Hinata Shoyo]

S. Hinata: You're here, what's good! You got the stuff too?

T. Kageyama: Yeah. Where's everyone else?

S. Hinata: Daichi's on patrol until eight, Suga's picking him up when he's done. Yachi's lining up to pick up the cake with y/n-

T. Kageyama: Cool, I'll put the stuff down there. (He signals to the kitchen counter across the living room)

[End of transcript #1]

Kageyama Tobio proceeds to the television, where he sets up his Nintendo on the dock. He then offers a controller to Tsukishima Kei, who accepts, and joins Kageyama in a game of Super Smash Bros. Upon opening the character menu, half of his characters are unavailable for use, evident by the following conversation that ensues between Tsukishima Kei and Kageyama Tobio.

[Transcript #2- Provided by Tsukishima Kei]

T. Kageyama: What the fuck?

K. Tsukishima: For someone who's had this game since release, you're pretty shit if you can barely move past the starter characters.

T. Kageyama: Shut up. [He proceeds to the home page of his console.]

K. Tsukishima: Sure.

[End of transcript #2]

Kageyama Tobio then leaps to the dock, unplugging it for a total of forty-two (Hinata Shoyo estimates) seconds. During its downtime, he is seen to be wiping his neck with one hand, tapping at the screen with the other. The game of Super Smash Bros ensues when he replugs it onto the dock, to reveal a fully unlocked character selection screen. Kageyama Tobio, who plays Sonic the Hedgehog, loses 1:2 against Tsukishima Kei, who plays Sora. But don't tell him that Hinata Shoyo kept count. Thanks.

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[Report #2- Initiated by Yachi Hitoka]

Date of occurrence: March 29

Time of occurrence: 7:46pm

Location of occurrence: Living room, kitchen

Yachi Hitoka and y/n are the sixth and seventh guests to arrive at Hinata Shoyo's residence. By the time they step foot into the house, Hinata Shoyo is three vodka redbulls in, courtesy of Tanaka Ryunosuke and Nishinoya Yuu's contributions to the party's catalogue of available drinks, and is shooting down a fourth with Yamaguchi Tadashi, who is on his first drink of the night. Tsukishima Kei is one can of beer in, and is wrestling Kageyama Tobio on the couch, who is two cans of beer in. Upon entry, Hinata Shoyo slings an arm around Yamaguchi Tadashi, and drags him along to greet the two guests. The following conversation ensues between Yachi Hitoka, Hinata Shoyo, Yamaguchi Tadashi, and y/n.

[Transcript #3- Provided by Yachi Hitoka]

Y/n: What is going on...?

S. Hinata: You're heeeere! C'mon, take a bit from me! [Hinata Shoyo proceeds to tilt his glass too far into his face, and breathe in roughly 250mL of redbull mixed with vodka. He chokes. Yamaguchi Tadashi attempts to worm out of Hinata Shoyo's grasp. His attempt is unsuccessful.]

H. Yachi: If this is what forty minutes looks like, I don't think I wanna know what happens later.

Y/n: Why are they wrestling like... that?

H. Yachi: Men.

T. Yamaguchi: Men.

S. Hinata: [coughs]

Y/n: Understandable.

[End of transcript #3]

Y/n heads to the kitchen counter, where they set a cake into the fridge. Kageyama Tobio breaks free from Tsukishima Kei's sloppy side pin at this moment. Tsukishima Kei heads for the bathroom, and does not return until twenty minutes later. It is unsure what occurred in the bathroom, but not of importance. Kageyama makes a beeline for the fridge, and stubs his toe on the corner of the kitchen counter. He is...unusually uncoordinated, and barges into the space beside y/n, only to grab a third beer and push his way out again. Y/n shoots him a side eye, one that nobody else notices, except for Yachi Hitoka, who is currently writing this report. It's pretty scary, actually, they're a little scary with the side eye. But that is besides the point.

Y/n does not take a drink, but instead heads to the now empty couch, where they pick up the discarded Nintendo Pro controllers off the ground, and invite Yamaguchi Tadashi and Yachi Hitoka to a game of Super Smash Bros. Upon entering the game, y/n selects Sonic as their character. Kageyama Tobio returns to the couch with a can of beer at this moment, and the following conversation ensues between y/n, and Kageyama Tobio.

[Transcript #4- Provided by Yachi Hitoka]

T. Kageyama: Why aren't you picking Ness?

Y/n: I feel like Sonic today, so why not?

T. Kageyama: Sonic's difficult, even for me. Fun, though.

Y/n: I never get to play Sonic, so now that I can, I'm using him.

T. Kageyama: ...Fair enough.

[End of transcript #4]

Following the conversation, Kageyama Tobio does not leave the area. He leans with his forearms against the edge of the couch, and his hands hanging just above y/n's shoulders. He does, however, watch the game and the game only. Y/n, who plays Sonic the Hedgehog, ties with Yachi Hitoka, who plays Kirby. They both lose to Yamaguchi Tadashi, who plays Joker.

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[Report #3- initiated by Tsukishima Kei]

Date of occurrence: March 29

Time of occurrence: 9:02pm

Location of occurrence: Living room

Disclaimer: Tsukishima Kei would like to preface that from this point onwards, his recounts may be liable to errors in continuity and/or accuracy. This is because by 9pm, he was three cans of beer, and one can of Jack Daniels and coke in. Daichi Sawamura, in his fancy police uniform and all, insisted on staying sober, so he will be fact checking any of Tsukishima Kei's recounts up until the point when he leaves the party prematurely. Daichi Sawamura will be aided by Sugawara Koushi, who also insisted on staying sober. For the children, he said. From Daichi Sawamura and Sugawara Koushi's departures onwards, any and all informtaion provided by Tsukishima Kei is subject to human error and inaccuracies. Apologies for the inconvenience.

[The following is fact checked by Daichi Sawamura and Sugawara Koushi]

Hinata Shoyo, who has managed to hold in four vodka redbulls, one can of beer, and half a vodka cruiser thus far, makes the suggestion to play drunken truth or dare. At this point in time, Kageyama Tobio is three cans of beer, and two cans of Jack Daniels and coke in. He is half-asleep on y/n, who looks visibly distraught, like when a guy you're not really into thinks he's allowed to sleep on your shoulder. At Hinata's proposal of truth or dare, y/n speaks into the air, however, it is inaudible to Tsukishima Kei, who has just returned from another twenty minute break in the bathroom. What can be said? The guy needs his downtime away from the rest of these drunk idiots. (This is a Daichi Sawamura approved comment)

In y/n's hand is a red cup, however, it is unconfirmed whether its contents are alcoholic or not. Everybody sits in a circle on the ground of Hinata Shoyo's living room, and in the fourth round of truth or dare, the following conversation ensues between Hinata Shoyo, y/n, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, and Yachi Hitoka.

[Transcript #5- Provided by Tsukishima Kei (aided by Daichi Sawamura and Sugawara Koushi)]

S. Hinata: Who's to SAYYYY...it isn't somebody...RIGHT HEEEEERE! [Hinata Shoyo swirls a bottled vodka cruiser in circles, and spills rougly 15mL of its contents onto his carpet. Nobody notices this. The carpet is not cleaned until the next morning. This will be of importance.]

T. Kageyama: Yeahhhhh...YEAAAAAAH! It HAAAAS to be somebody here, riiiiiiight?...RIIIIIIIGHT? [Kageyama Tobio nudges y/n's shoulders as he prods on. His inquisition is futile, as y/n does not respond directly to his advances. However, they shoot him a look. You know, the look of panic when a guy that you're a little bit into starts totally hitting on you in front of everyone.]

Y/n: Yachi's question was are you into anybody. Yes, I am. Who's next?

K. Tsukishima: Well...it's no FUN if you're not telling us whooooo! C'monnn, a guy hits on you every other day...it's BOOOOORING if you don't tell usssssss...specifics! Yeah, specifics!

T. Kageyama: You're...stiiiiiill getting hit on by OTHERRRR GUYSSSSS? [Kageyama Tobio proceeds to grab y/n by the shoulders, and turn them to face himself. Y/n is visibly taken aback. They shoot another look. the kind of look where your mouth is open and you suddenly stop blinking because you aren't sure how to anymore.]

Y/n: Can we...can we please move on to the next person? Thanks! [Y/n taps Kageyama Tobio's wrists two times. Kageyama Tobio releases y/n from his grasp, and folds his arms.]

H. Yachi: Goooooootcha! [Yachi Hitoka takes a swig from a red cup. Its contents are known to be cream soda and vodka in a 7:1 ratio, courtesy of Hinata Shoyo's contributions to the party's catalogue of available drinks. At this moment, Yachi Hitoka is two drinks in, and that is already two drinks too many.] So, Yamaguchi! Truuuuuuuth...or dare?

[End of transcript #5]

This round of truth or dare continues for another thirteen minutes. No further interactions are recorded between Kageyama Tobio and y/n within this timeframe. Daichi Sawamura and Sugawara Koushi leave the party prematurely at 9:20pm.

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[Report #4- Initiated by Tsukishima Kei]

Date of occurrence: March 29

Time of occurrence: 9:52pm

Location of occurrence: Living room, kitchen

[The following is not fact checked by Daichi Sawamura or Sugawara Koushi, and may contain inaccuracies. Ensure to cross check with multiple reliable sources. As reliable as you can get with a group of hammered, freshly graduated young adults, and their enabling seniors, at least. For the record, Tsukishima Kei has ceased his consumption of alcohol by this point in time. Tsukishima Kei's brother, Tsukishima Akiteru, gives him the talk when he returns home the following day, but that is not of importance. So don't worry about it. Just know that Tsukishima Kei was the second most responsible drinker of the night. Thanks.]

At approximately...9:52pm? Yes, 9:52pm, sure. At 9:52pm, y/n separates from the truth or dare circle, and proceeds towards the kitchen. They are seen filling up a red cup with coke, and nothing else. While y/n is away from the larger group, the following conversation ensues between Nishinoya Yuu, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, and Hinata Shoyo.

[Transcript #6- Provided by Tsukishima Kei]

Y. Nishinoya: No...I'VE GOT a GOOOOOOOOD ONE FOR HIM! ...KAGEYAMA! I...daaaaaare YOU!

K. Tsukishima: He asked for a truuuuuuuuuuth, not a...DAAAARE!

S. Hinata: GODDAMN LET HIIIIIIM FINISHHHHHH....

Y. Nishinoya: Yeaaaaaah, asshooooooole. Leeeeeet me FINISHHHHHH! [Nishinoya Yuu sniffs, and stares into the ceiling for four seconds. Not a single thought is coherent in Nishinoya Yuu's mind.]

T. Kageyama: Whaaaat am I dooooing! I'm gaaaaame enough...for ANYTHING! ANYTHIIIIIING! [Kageyama Tobio possesses a look that is a little insane, and proceeds to...beat at his chest? What the fuck? Did he actually beat at his fucking chest? (This is not Daichi Sawamura approved. Please cross check with reliable sources.)]

Y. Nishinoya: I daaaare YOU! To smack y/n's aaaaaaaass...hahah...ha.... [Nishinoya Yuu falls over to the side. He remains in slumber for the next thirty-two minutes.]

S. Hinata: Thaaaaaat...is CRAAAZY! Kaaaageyamaaaaa...are youuuuu! Gaaaaaame enoughhhhh!

[End of transcript #5]

Kageyama Tobio pushes himself off the ground at Hinata Shoyo and Nishinoya Yuu's provocations. He snickers to himself, and walks to the kitchen, where y/n is placing the two litre bottle of coke into the fridge. Kageyama Tobio proceeds to advance towards y/n, and smacks their behind, before…squeezing it? And then jiggling it in his- what the…fuck is going on? (This is not Daichi Sawamura approved, please cross check with reliable sources.) Y/n snaps around at the abrupt impact, and empties the contents of their cup onto Kageyama Tobio. It's a shame Nishinoya Yuu is too knocked out to witness what he has provoked. Sucks. The following commotion ensues between Kageyama Tobio, and y/n. Please note that parts of the conversation were inaudible from the truth or dare circle's location.

[Transcript #6- Provided by Tsukishima Kei, Yachi Hitoka, Hinata Shoyo, and Yamaguchi Tadashi]

Y/n: WHATTTTT the FUCK KAGEYAMA.

T. Kageyama: [inaudible]

Y/n: Oh...my fucking God! You are! Very drunk!

T. Kageyama: [Turns to the truth or dare circle.] TOOOLD YOU! I'M GAAAAAME ENOUGH! FOR AAAAAAAANYTHING!

Y/n: [inaudible]...NISHINOYA! [Y/n shoots a look towards the truth or dare circle. One of disdain. Contempt, even. In hindsight, the dare was much too inappropriate. Here is a reminder for everybody to apologise at the next available chance.]

T. Kageyama: Soooorry, [inaudible].

Y/n: [inaudible]...God, I should have never did it to you the first time. Not the place. Not! the place! [Y/n proceeds to grab Kageyama Tobio by the shoulders, turning him around. Kageyama Tobio is ushered into the bathroom, alongside y/n. Y/n shoots one more look at the truth or dare circle. Tsukishima Kei, as he writes this transcript, is beginning to understand Yachi Hitoka's slight fear of y/n. It's the side eye. They are definitely a little scary with the side eye.]

T. Kageyama: Ouuuuuu, the BAAAATHROOM! Thaaat's a firstttttt. [Kageyama Tobio wiggles his brows, and it's kind of creepy. Like when a guy is trying a little too hard to get laid, and is throwing every existing pickup line at you. Y/n smacks him in the side of his head, and pushes Kageyama Tobio into the bathroom. They slam the bathroom door shut and lock it. The two do not return until fifteen minutes later. It is unsure what occurred during that timeframe.]

[End of transcript #6]

When Kageyama Tobio and y/n return to the living room, it is approximately 10:12pm. Nishinoya Yuu is still asleep on the floor, and shows mild signs of...nevermind. Yachi Hitoka and Yamaguchi Tadashi have moved on to drunken karaoke. Hinata Shoyo and Tanaka Ryunosuke learn to do the Rasputin beside Nishinoya Yuu's unconscious body. Kageyama Tobio and y/n settle beside Yamaguchi Tadashi and Yachi Hitoka respectively, and pretend to be at a concert where the singers can barely remember their own lyrics and aren't sure what notes to hit. Tsukishima Kei wants to go home, but hasn't gathered a satisfactory amount of blackmail yet. Therefore, Tsukishima Kei stays the night. He passes out on the living room carpet at 12:03am.

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[Report #6- Initiated by Yamaguchi Tadashi and Hinata Shoyo]

Date of occurrence: March 30

Time of occurrence: 12:12am

Location of occurrence: Living room

Disclaimer: Any and all recounts made my Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi from this point onwards may be liable to errors and inaccuracies. Since Tsukishima Kei made the disclaimer, the two believed they too were responsible for making one of their own. They admit that they were not responsible drinkers. They also admit that this will, undoubtedly, happen again.

12:12am is a time of silence. By this time, Tsukishima Kei has fallen asleep on the carpet, just beside Hinata Shoyo’s cruiser spill. He does not wake until 11:13am of March 30. Yachi Hitoka leaves the residence at approximately 11:30pm, alongside Tanaka Ryunosuke and Nishinoya Yuu, who are all picked up by Kiyoko Shimizu. Yamaguchi Tadashi and Hinata Shoyo are positioned at the kitchen counter, where they eat the graduation cake with their bare hands. At this point in time, Yamaguchi Tadashi has ceased all alcohol consumption, tapping out at two vodka redbulls, and two cream soda and vodkas in a 5:1 ratio. Hinata Shoyo, who has thrown up twice between this report and the last, has also ceased all alcohol consumption, tapping out at four vodka redbulls, one can of beer, and one vodka cruiser. Does cake work as a hangover cure? So sinful, so decadent…who gets to eat the happy graduation chocolate sign? Pay that no mind, for it is unimportant. What is of importance, is Kageyama Tobio and y/n’s current form.

Kageyama Tobio, who has tapped out after three cans of beer, two cans of Jack Daniels and coke, and an additional shot of pure vodka, stirs in his half slumber. This is no regular half slumber, but is one of intimacy, and of lovesick vulnerability, evident by his entire body splayed across y/n’s lap. At the time of this report, it is unsure whether y/n has consumed any amount of alcohol, but their sobriety is to be applauded regardless. (Please do not inform Kageyama Tobio of Hinata Shoyo’s comments on his character. Thanks.)

Y/n proceeds to bounce their leg twice, no, three times. Yes, three times is what it takes for Kageyama Tobio to stir awake. Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi advance towards the couch at this moment, with the intention of smearing cake over Kageyama Tobio and y/n. However, upon entering the vicinity of the living room, the following conversation ensues between Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shoyo, and y/n. Please be reminded that Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi are both drunk out of their mind, and that the conversation was one of whispers. For that reason, any and all details of the transcript are liable to errors, redaction, and/or inaccuracies. Apologies for the inconvenience.

[Transcript #7- Provided by Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi]

T. Kageyama: [inaudible]…leave?

Y/n: Do you? [inaudible]…car [inaudible]

T. Kageyama: I don’t [inaudible]…ow. [Kageyama Tobio rubs at his temples. Hinata Shoyo believes he is crying, but also don’t tell Kageyama Tobio he thinks that. (This is not Daichi Sawamura approved. Please cross check with reliable sources.)]

Y/n: Alright. Upsies now, I’ll drop you off. [Y/n pushes Kageyama Tobio’s body off of their lap. Kageyama Tobio whines. Hinata Shoyo is recording this entire ordeal, but there is frosting on the camera from fumbling for his phone with cake-covered hands. It is unclear who is speaking in the video, or what is happening, really.]

T. Kageyama: Drop me…offffffff? BUT I THOOOOOUGHT- [Y/n proceeds to punch Kageyama Tobio in the side, to which he doubles over. Kageyama Tobio begins to giggle uncontrollably on the ground.]

Y/n: Yes. I'm dropping you off, Tobio. Hinata? [Y/n turns to Hinata Shoyo, who throws his phone onto the ground upon being spotted. They leave the couch, and attempt to pull Kageyama Tobio to his feet. Kageyama Tobio is still giggling, and is unable to find his grounding.]

S. Hinata: Y-yeeeeeees...? [Why are they looking at Hinata Shoyo like that? No, seriously, he's getting scared thinking about it again as he writes this transcript.]

Y/n: I think I'll head out, Kageyama needs a drop off and I'm getting tired. This was fun! Thanks for holding the party, happy grad! I'll catch you around, yeah?

S. Hinata: Of COUUUUUUUUURSE...! Youuuu're NEVER! Getting rid of USSSSS!

Y/n: Yeah, of course. See you soon, Hinata. Good luck with the cleanup. [Y/n has finally managed to pull Kageyama Tobio to his feet. They yank Kageyama Tobio by the arm, and push him out the front door.]

[End of transcript #7]

At 12:15am, Kageyama Tobio and Y/n leave Hinata Shoyo's residence. Yamaguchi Tadashi, and Tsukishima Kei do not leave until the day of March 30.

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[Report #7- Initiated by Tsukishima Kei, Hinata Shoyo, Yamaguchi Tadashi]

Date of occurrence: March 30

Time of occurrence: 11:13am

Location of occurrence: Living room

Tsukishima Kei is the first to wake from the stench of the cruiser spill by his nose. God, fuck, everything hurts. Is this what death feels like? A hangover? Also, that spill? Foul, fucking rank. It comes as no surprise that vodka, steeped into the fuzz of an unwashed carpet, would undoubtedly stink. That is beside the point. Tsukishima Kei leaves the ground at the stench, and searches for his phone. He is afraid. He promised to be home by midnight. His brother is going to kill him. Following two minutes of mindless smacking at the ground, Tsukishima Kei finally finds his device. Upon closer inspection, however, the following conversation is shown on the phone.

[Transcript #8- Provided by Y/n]

Y/n: r u dead???? -1:02am

Y/n: hurry up i wanna sleep:( -1:02am

Y/n: im not hearing water istg if ur not showering im gonna fucking drown u babe i dunked SODA all over u -1:03am

Y/n: r u hearing me -1:05am

Y/n: kageyama tobio r u hearing me because i still am not hearing water from my bathroom -1:05am

Y/n: if you don't shower ur sleeping on the ground tn -1:07am

Y/n: tobio r u done omg hurry up i wanna sleep sb -1:27am

[4 missed calls from: Y/n]

[End of transcript #8]

Upon this discovery, Tsukishima Kei wakes Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi, who sleep on the couch for the night. The three ruminate on their next course of action, before the phone rings. The following conversation ensues between Tsukishima Kei, and y/n. Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi choose to act as bystanders.

[Transcript #9- Provided by Tsukishima Kei]

Y/n: ...Fuck.

K. Tsukishima: So.

Y/n: He dropped it while wrestling you, didn't he.

K. Tsukishima: ...We wrestled?

[End of transcript #9]

[Case Closed]

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bonus:

When you realise that Tobio's phone is MIA, he finally returns from your bathroom. Barely clothed, he shakes his head, and droplets of water come flying from his hair. His feet are heavy against the floor, and he isn't sure if he'll even make it to your bed at this rate, until you come darting out of your room, phone in hand.

"Tobio, where is your phone?"

"My phone?" His phone, it's in the bathroom, like it always is when he showers, right? Tobio grunts, annoyed at the extra return journey to the bathroom. He swipes at his T-shirt on the bathroom counter-right, that's where his shirt has gone. What meets his fingers is cold porcelain, and he frowns, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Not...here? Good question...where is it?"

You drag Tobio to your room, shutting the door behind you. When he spares no time to roll into your bed, blissfully unaware, you glare at him, and remind yourself that you do, in fact, love the guy. Even if he drunkenly slapped your ass in front of everybody four hours prior, forgot about your warnings and drank much too far past his limit, and has by now, probably outed your relationship to everyone at the party, despite keeping it perfectly hidden for over a year. Unfortunately, you remind yourself once again that you indeed, do love Kageyama Tobio, so this can wait. What is important now, is catching up on lost slumber, and forcing Tobio to join you.

Crawling into bed beside him, you finally melt into his arms for the first time tonight, away from the eyes of the Karasuno volleyball team. Tobio smiles, satisfied with the way that you're relaxing against him, instead of pushing him off and smacking his head. He inhales the scent of your shampoo, slips his hands beneath your shirt to hold your bare waist. This is comfortable. You are comfortable. Better than whatever he was on at that party.

"Oh well, who cares? You probably dropped it while wrestling with Tsukishima."

"...I wrestled Tsukishima?"

author's note:

I hope this is as fun to read as it was to write and i also hope it's actually good because it's so crack that there's not really any fluff until the bonus bit at the end BUT i'll come back with some proper butterfly inducing fluff and or angst soon!! love u all!!

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Yo pumpkin pie, quick question: What was the Worst New Years Eve party on the SOLDIER floor?

( @izunias-meme-hole )

New Years Eve(ryone is insane)

• Shinra's annual New Year's Eve party is in full swing. Angeal and Sephiroth are sitting at a table, watching a group of Third Class SOLDIERs dive under the table and start eating their 12 grapes.

Angeal: People take their New Year's traditions so seriously. It's not like any of it actually changes anything. Progress is about the work you put in, not resolutions.

Sephiroth: Actually, I disagree. This year, I've decided to make a resolution and stick to it, starting tonight.

Angeal: Oh? What is it?

*Sephiroth grabs the plate in front of him, throws it frisbee-style across the room, and hits Kunsel in the back of the head*

Angeal: !

Sephiroth: That was part of it. Don't worry, it'll all make sense in the end.

Angeal: What does that mean??

Sephiroth: Oh, I can't say. I heard that if you state your resolution, it loses its power.

*A hand shoots out from under the table and grabs Angeal's leg. Angeal screams*

Genesis: Pass me the grape platter on the table.

Angeal: WHAT ARE YOU DOING??

Genesis, chewing: Eating grapes under the table for good luck.

*They lift the tablecloth. Genesis is under there with thousands of grapes like a doomsday hoarder*

Sephiroth: How many grapes do you have?

Genesis: One for each hour of the year, obviously. Why stop at one for every month when I can maximize my good luck?

Sephiroth: May I have a grape?

Genesis: Perish.

Sephiroth:

*Zack walks up to the table*

Zack: This New Year's Eve sucks. I can't find anyone to kiss me at midnight. Everyone's already paired up!

Sephiroth: Don't look at me. Affection goes directly against my New Year's resolution.

Angeal: That sentence makes me feel unsafe.

*Sephiroth stands up, walks over to Tseng and Rufus' table, pours a glass of champagne onto Tseng's plate, and walks back*

Genesis: You just made Tseng have a panic attack.

Sephiroth: It'll all make sense in the end.

*Sephiroth walks away*

Angeal: He's going to kill someone. I'd better follow him.

*Angeal gets up and chases after Sephiroth. Lazard walks by, dressed head-to-toe in a designer white suit*

Genesis: Director, you look fantastic.

Lazard: Thank you, Genesis. It's good luck to wear white on New Year's Eve, which is why I've gone all out.

*Genesis accidentally sneezes and the grapes he'd been eating sprays all over Lazard's suit*

Lazard: …

Zack: Director, will you make out with me at midnight?

Lazard: …

• Angeal and Sephiroth are walking around the party. They stop by the refreshments table, where Sephiroth takes a slice of cake and smashes it into a decorative ice sculpture. Angeal is terrified.

Angeal: Seph, please just tell me what your resolution is. I won't judge!

Sephiroth: For the last time, no. Your lack of faith in me is concerning.

Angeal: Your current behavior is concerning.

Sephiroth: It'll all make sense in the end.

*Cissnei walks by, Sephiroth stops her*

Cissnei: Hey guys!

Sephiroth: Angeal's charisma and charm are strictly limited to platonic friendships, which explains why he's perpetually awkward around women, and why he's still single and lonely.

Angeal: WHAT?

Cissnei: Uh, I—I just remembered I have to check on something. Nice seeing you!

*Cissnei quickly retreats as Angeal turns to Sephiroth*

Sephiroth: It'll all make sense in the end

Angeal: NO IT WON'T.

• Zack hit the peak of desperation and is now trying to flirt with Kunsel.

Zack: Come on, man. Midnight's almost here. Just one little kiss?

Kunsel: Sorry, buddy. I already promised to kiss someone else.

Zack: Who? Who could possibly top me as a kisser? Does all our years of friendship mean nothing to you? After everything we've been through together? People dream of kissing me! I'm practically SOLDIER's most eligible bachelor!

Kunsel: SOLDIER's most eligible bachelor just begged me for a pity kiss.

Zack: That's not pity! That's loyalty! And apparently, you don't have any! Now who could you possibly want to kiss over me!

*Darkstar comes padding over and licks Kunsel's hand*

Zack, sobbing: I HOPE YOU TWO WILL BE VERY HAPPY TOGETHER.

• While Angeal is busy wrestling an entire turkey from Sephiroth, who wants to throw it at Professor Hojo, Zack slumps back to the table, defeated. He starts venting to Genesis.

Zack: Maybe I should just give up. I'm never getting kissed at midnight.

*Genesis starts choking on a grape*

Genesis: !!!

Zack: I can't believe I have to sit here, alone, as the clock strikes twelve, watching all these people get their good luck kisses. It's so unfair.

Genesis, stil choking: !!!

Zack: Wait, you know what? That's a quitter's mentality, and I'm not a quitter!

Genesis, turning blue: !!!!

Zack: I'm gonna get back out there and try to find my midnight kiss.

Genesis, on the brink of death: ! ! ! ! !

Zack: Thanks, Genesis! You're a great listener.

*Zack pats him on the back, the grape flies out*

Genesis, completely fine: ….

• Zack goes back out to the party to try to find someone to kiss at midnight. Meanwhile, Angeal and Sephiroth return to the table. Genesis is still force-feeding himself grapes.

Angeal: Man, you're going to make yourself sick.

Genesis: Perhaps, but at least I'm not as bad as Zack, who's darting about like a lovesick puppy, chasing the faintest flicker of a midnight flame.

*Zack runs by, chasing Reno*

Zack: JUST KISS ME!

Reno: HELP!

*Lazard approaches, his designer suit is crisp and white again*

Sephiroth: Director, you've outdone yourself.

Angeal: You've never looked better.

*Genesis sneezes grape all over Lazard's suit*

Lazard: WHAT THE F—

• Everyone starts counting down. Zack is pacing nervously while the others gather around the table.

Zack: Now or never! One of you have to kiss me.

Angeal: I honestly wouldn't mind if you were anyone else. But considering that I'm your mentor, it'd be too weird.

Zack: What about you, Genesis?

*Genesis, sick from eating too many grapes, is slumped against the table*

Genesis: Ugh…

*Sephiroth grabs the decorative flower vase in the middle of the table, pours out the water, takes the flowers, and bites the arrangement*

Angeal: STOP THAT AND TELL ME YOUR RESOLUTION.

Sephiroth: Midnight's coming. Patience.

Zack: SOMEONE KISS ME ALREADY! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!

*Cloud suddenly appears out of nowhere, kisses Zack, and vanishes just as quickly*

Zack: ! <3 ? <3 ! <3 ?

*The whole party cheers and welcomes the new year*

Angeal: Sephiroth, for the love of Gaia, just tell me what your resolution is! Whatever it is, I won't judge you. You're my friend. I'll support you in whatever you wish to pursue. I'll even support you if it's something challenging. But please, trust me with your resolution.

Sephiroth: Oh, there is no resolution. I was just messing with you.

Angeal: SON OF A FUCKING BIRJWOJPOEIXBDFQSBDHWWD AWEDFGYHNKOJNBGV TGYHUJIDEMKHBGFTC G7YHUJIMKL

Sephiroth: I don't know what language that is, but don't insult my mother in it.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #zack fair #crisis core #cloud strife #lazard deusericus #storytime

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