#sidtanger is so fascinating

[eusuntgratie]

🔀 sid/tanger pretty please ♡ 

HAPPILY 😍

What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine They said everything will be just fine I give my best and I give my all Feel like everything's all my fault

Time stands still, but the clock keeps spinning I close my eyes and get lost for a minute The words and the tears, they have long dried up I think I thought that I'd had enough

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Sid is startled out of his reverie by a hand wrapping around his waist from behind, tentative before pulling him close.

“I can hear you thinking. Aren’t we supposed to be relaxing?”

“Yeah, no, I- yeah. Do you wanna go for a walk or something?”

Kris pulls him flush against his front and nuzzles into his neck. He tries to keep himself from tensing but can’t quite catch himself in time. Kris doesn’t call him on it.

“No.”

When Sid doesn’t say anything, he nips at the skin on the back of his neck and whispers, “there’s no one out here. It’s okay.”

“We shouldn’t- if somebody sees-”

“They won’t.”

“And I shouldn’t miss this much training. I think if I could just improve my-”

Kris bites into his trap, just enough to hurt. To shut him up. To cut off his spiral.

“Sid. You can’t train your way into the playoffs. Five fucking days at the beach won’t keep us out. You want a workout? I’ll give you one. Come to Montreal after and I’ll kick your ass in the gym.”

“You’d love that.”

“Yes.”

Sid stares at the water, and lets the sound of the waves lapping at the sand wash away all the questions in his head, all his worries, all his fears, all the what-ifs. Lets Kris hold him, and tries not to hate himself for not being able to give him everything.

send me a ship and 🔀 and i'll shuffle my playlist and make an au