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[babydollmarauders]

COUSIN — MEDIA MANAGEMENT: BONUS EDITION

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y/ndevils00 hi, people are more than a little confused and beginning to get suspicious and i’ve even seen a few baseless rumors about me floating around, so i’d like to clear the air;

to most people, this is ✨Sidney Crosby✨, the 1st overall pick of the 2005 draft, and captain of the Pittsburgh Penguins.

to me, this is my older cousin, Sid (or Father Sid, as i like to call him, but he says that makes him feel old… as it should, because he is.)

i haven’t been extremely open about my relation to Sid, particularly because: do you know how many embarrassing stories this man has to tell about me? but also because i’ve never wanted people to look at me any differently. i’m just y/n, and to me, this is just Sid.

but i’m about to get a little mushy. for as long as i can remember, Sidney has been my rock, my best friend, and my protector. a little fun fact for you guys, i moved in with Sidney when i was 14. sick of life in Cole Harbour, and missing my Sid, i attended high school in Pittsburgh. i did homework at Pens practices, i played high stakes games of old maid with Geno, and i got grounded by Sid for sneaking out (and usually got ungrounded by the next day because… who can stay mad at THIS face?). Sid was the first person i told about thinking of going into social media management in the NHL, and he was also the one who told me to go after my dreams and never let anyone tell me i couldn’t.

when i was born, Sidney, at 14, immediately took his role as big cousin a step further. in his eyes, i wasn’t just his little cousin, but a second sister. and 22 years later, he says i’m the reason for his gray hairs (you’re welcome!). i couldn’t have asked for a better cousin, big brother, and father figure all wrapped up in one.

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user66 JACK HUGHES IS DATING SIDNEY CROSBY’S COUSIN?!

jackhughes you were the cutest child, and i’m so glad you love Sidney. but it’s still a bit weird walking through our apartment and having his grad picture hanging up in the hallway

y/ndevils00 that sounds like a you problem <3

jackhughes i’m taking it down

y/ndevils00 YOU WILL NOT!

jackhughes you’re not here! you can’t stop me!

user27 AWWW LITTLE Y/N WITH COUSIN SID 🥹

user83 i thought she couldn’t skate?

y/ndevils00 i can’t, that’s why Sid is picking me up 🥲 that was the first, last, and only ‘skating with sid’ i ever did— he gave up on me pretty quickly

jackhughes i can’t say i blame him

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes aren’t you supposed to love me unconditionally?

jackhughes not yet, we aren’t married

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes and who’s fault is that?

trevorzegras i’m never forgiving you

y/ndevils00 oh god, what did i do?

trevorzegras YOU TOLD HIM TO PUSH ME

y/ndevils00 i did not! you’re spreading lies on my name 🤧

trevorzegras HE LITERALLY PUSHED ME AND SAID “Y/N SAID TO DO THAT”

y/ndevils00 well he’s old and senile and didn’t know what he was talking about

john.marino97 i’m telling him you said that

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 tell him. i’m not scared of him!

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 YOU ACTUALLY TOLD HIM?! HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS?! I’M PRETTY SURE HE JUST GROUNDED ME?? AND IDK HOW BUT I KNOW HE’LL FIND A WAY TO SEE IT THROUGH

user15 y/n getting getting grounded by Sid even at 22 and no longer living with him is so… 😭😭

jackhughes i’ve been recruited. give John your phone for the next 24 hours

y/ndevils00 NO!

jackhughes okay, then iceberg goes in the microwave

y/ndevils00 NO! YOU CAN’T DO THAT! HE’S A PENGUIN, HE HAS TO BE COLD! DON’T MAKE HIM GO THROUGH GLOBAL WARMING

jackhughes he’s a stuffed penguin…

y/ndevils00 can you just give me 20 more minutes? 🥺

jackhughes 20 minutes and then you hand it over

user07 “my sid” oh look i’m crying 🥹

ryangraves27 Crosby told me to tell you to give John your phone?

y/ndevils00 RYAN!! MY SWEET VAMPIRE BABY!! I’VE MISSED YOU!!

ryangraves27 1) i’m older than you. 2) i’m still not a vampire. 3) we text every week and you saw me tonight after the game.

y/ndevils00 aww you’re still just as stoic and bland as a piece of white bread 🫶🥹

ryangraves27 just give John your phone, please. i’m begging now.

y/ndevils00 aww even your begging is boring!

user64 but… does that mean her last name is Crosby?

y/ndevils00 indeed! y/n Crosby! can you believe Jack never caught onto the fact that i’m related to Sid until i TOLD him AFTER we started dating?

jackhughes HEY! i wasn’t gonna assume! Crosby isn’t a super uncommon last name! and i’m not the only one because nobody else on the team has just assumed you’re related to him either!

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 ah, yes, Dawson fainted when he found out!

dawson1417 I DIDN’T FAINT! I TOOK A NAP!

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 whatever you have to tell yourself in order to keep your dignity <3

dawson1417 YOU TEXTED AND TOLD ME RIGHT BEFORE MY PRE-GAME NAP BEFORE MY FIRST GAME AGAINST THE PENS??

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 and then in your 8th game against them, you got your first hatty!! and i was so proud!!

user90 HUGHES X CROSBY COUPLE— WE ALL KNEW JACK AND Y/N WERE A HOT AND POWERFUL COUPLE BUT OH MY GOD

e.malkin71geno Miss you little one always

y/ndevils00 i’m always missing you, uncle G!! and missing Nikita even more!!

e.malkin71geno Crosby say give your phone to Marino

y/ndevils00 well you can tell Sid i said he’s not the boss of me anymore!

e.malkin71geno try me, kid - Sidney

y/ndevils00 shit, no, nevermind

user39 NOT Y/N GETTING CROSBY TO USE SOCIAL MEDIA ON GENO’S PHONE IN ORDER TO THREATEN HER

lhughes_06 still kinda bizarre tbh. how did Sidney Crosby have a hand in raising your wild ass

y/ndevils00 his routines are what made me this way!

_quinnhughes how?

y/ndevils00 @/_quinnhughes they’re how i learned that i prefer chaos and fun <3

edwards.73 YOU’RE A CROSBY?!

y/ndevils00 yes??

edwards.73 SO A CROSBY IS SCARED OF ADAM FANTILLI?!

y/ndevils00 DON’T SAY HIS NAME, YOU’LL SUMMON HIM

adamfantilli i promise i’m nice! you met me this summer, you know i am!

y/ndevils00 LUCA SAID YOU BITE

jackhughes so do you? constantly.

john.marino97 Sid introducing me to you 4 years ago is both a blessing and a curse ♥️

y/ndevils00 AWWWW THAT’S SO SWEET

john.marino97 now give me your phone

y/ndevils00 see you guys on saturday 😪 guess i’m going on a 24hour phone detox

user74 BYE! I’LL MISS YOU TOMORROW!!

john.marino97 and i won’t! finally, silence on my instagram!

#media management au! #media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

[hunterrrs]

realized i hadn’t read this one on which teammate you’d trust the least with your car and it’s hilarious 😭😂

Bryan Rust: Jarry. I've just got a bad feeling.

Sidney Crosby: I'd go (Poehling). He's got one of those self-driving cars. I'm not sure how many hours he gets driving anymore. He doesn't get a lot of reps.

Danton Heinen: "Well, it was Frieds but he's not here. I'm going to go with Poehls. I heard he has a Tesla and just puts it in auto-pilot, but I could be wrong on that. I haven't seen it, I just heard about it. 

Teddy Blueger: Frieds would be the No. 1 answer but he's not here. Given his driving history, I'd go with him. But Kappy. Kappy maybe wouldn't take great care of it.

Brian Dumoulin: Oh, it's an easy answer (laughs). Frieds. Frieds isn't up right now, but Mark Friedman. He's had his fair share of car problems.

Marcus Pettersson: Friedman, I heard he's been a popular answer around here. But for who is here right now, I don't think there's anybody that irresponsible. Well, Geno drives fast. I'd say Geno.

Jake Guentzel: Tanger has nice cars, but I heard he's not that good of a driver. So it'd be him. He has a lot of cars, but I wouldn't trust him with mine.

Kasperi Kapanen: Guentzel. I think he's wrecked his car before, or at least scratched it. I wouldn't give him my keys.

Ryan Poehling: I'm going to go with P.O. I've been in Montreal long enough where the drivers aren't the best and he's from there, so that's why I'd say him.

Jason Zucker: No chance I'd let P.O touch it, I don't trust him. I don't trust P.O, I don't know what it is. I don't like him, I don't really trust him (smiles). You can tell him I said that, he'd definitely be No. 1.  And honestly, Kappy. Geno, maybe. Those are my final three.

P.O Joseph: I've heard some bad comments about my car, Tanger hated to drive my car, so I wouldn't let him drive my car again. Zucker is definitely never jumping in my car. Those guys make fun of me for my car, so I wouldn't give them the chance or opportunity to be in my car.

Tristan Jarry: All of them. Because I like my car.

also jarry’s responses are just 😂

should nhl ease up on dress code?

who would be the best coach?

who would be the best color analyst?

also sid and tanger picking each other as roomies 🥹

#‘i just have a bad feeling’ #jarry: smiles with jnives in his eyes #tristan jarry #sidney crosby #evgeni malkin #kris letang #po joseph #etc #pittsburgh penguins

[gotham--fc]

Baby on Ice - A Nicole Hensley Imagine

You finally find out what the goalie poll was for

@grapefruit-personified requested a fic based off this tiktok, hope you enjoy!

The title is a play on baby on board and Bambi on ice

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take her?” Y/N asks. Nic shakes her head.

“I can take her.”

“You’re trying to practice, you won’t be able to if she’s there, I can take her with me, it’s fine.”

“A bunch of the girls will be there, and they’ve been begging me to bring her to the ice,” Nic says, “We’ll all get a chance to hit the ice and still have enough people to watch her. Coyne’s gonna be there too, so you know she’ll be in good hands.”

“If you’re sure,” Y/N acquiesces.

Y/N gave birth to Ava five months ago. She decided before she gave birth that she would take a full year off from hockey regardless. She doesn’t want to rush her body back and set herself back even further, and she wants the chance to adjust to motherhood before she tries to get back on the ice. She’s training, still, but lightly and mostly just trying to keep herself healthy and fit. She got a scouting job with the Minnesota Wilds, so that’s what she’s doing now, staying with hockey even if she’s not playing. It means a lot of meetings and watching clips and going to local high schools and colleges to watch kids play and write reports on the stand outs.

Today, she has a few meetings and a lot of film to watch and while it’s hard to stay focused with a baby, she can make it work, and has been when Nic has practices or games. Nic insists on taking Ava today, and Y/N is a little grateful. She was sent a film of who is apparently “the next Sidney Crosby” and needs to finish a report on him by lunch, so not having a baby demanding her attention every five minutes would be beneficial to her work. And Nic is right, all the girls there will take turns watching Ava and hopefully the fun will tire her out so she sleeps through the night.

Y/N gathers her work bag and her travel mug, gives Nic a quick kiss and then gives Ava a kiss.

“You be good today, okay?” Y/N says. Ava slaps a hand in her cereal bowl in response. Y/N barely manages to escape the spray of milk.

“We’ll be fine, now go before you’re late,” Nic says.

Y/N gives them both another kiss and then heads to her car.

***

The girls are, naturally, incredibly excited when Nic gets to the rink.

It’s not an official practice today, so it’s not the whole team, but a good chunk. They have clearly been waiting for Nic since they’re all right by the front doors. Before she can even process, Ava is pulled from her arms and Grace Zumwinkle is cooing at her. Everyone now heads to the locker rooms, leaving Nic standing in the doorway.

“Oh I see how it is,” Nic calls out, “You only like me for my baby!”

“Yep,” Coyne pats Nic on the shoulder, “That’s the curse of being a hockey mom.”

All things considered, Nic isn’t too upset that her kid gets stolen away from her right away. Her and Y/N have been exhausted. Even though Ava is old enough not to wake up every hour, she still doesn’t sleep through the whole night and during the day, between training and Y/N’s work and everything else they have to do, Ava still demands most of their attention. Nic loves her, and loves her family and she wouldn’t trade it for anything, but it’s nice to get a break sometime.

Nic suits up for practice while the girls take turns holding Ava and getting ready themselves. Nic leaves them in the locker room while she goes out for a chance to skate around and do some warmups on her own. Maddie Rooney joins her after a few minutes.

“What? You don’t want to hang out with the baby?” Nic asks.

“I can see her any time I want and you know it,” Maddie says, “I wanted to talk to you.”

Maddie and Nic talk hockey while they warmup. They chat about different strategies they have on the ice and ways they could each improve and Nic is grateful that her and Maddie have been teammates and friends for so many years and that they can turn to each other if they have questions or if they notice something they can improve on.

The rest of the girls join them after they finish their warmup. Taylor Heise is carrying Ava. The impromptu practice goes the way Nic thought it would, everyone gets on the ice and runs drills while one person sits on the bench with Ava. That lasts for over an hour, before Ava starts getting fussy. They’re playing shooting drills and Nic and Maddie are taking turns in net, and when they go to switch, Maddie pushes Nic towards the bench.

“Your kid is about to rip Pannek’s ear off.”

Nic skates over to the bench and Kelly Pannek hands off Ava. Ava calms down once Nic has her.

“Your kid’s fucking Hulk or something,” Pannek mutters as she skates onto the ice.

“What’s your problem?” Nic asks, “Why are you fussing?”

Nic sits with Ava and entertains her. Ava’s an easy baby, all things considered. She’s happiest when she’s with Nic or Y/N, so whatever bad mood she was in ends when Nic holds her. She goes back to being the happy baby she normally is.

“How are we gonna practice with Nic if she has the baby?” Maddie asks.

“Well…” Heise and Zumwinkle look at each other and Nic knows whatever they’re thinking is either really good or really bad.

It’s not exactly a good idea, but it’s not exactly bad either. It involves a little bit of planning, a little bit of acting. Heise and Zumwinkle take Nic to the locker room to get the carrier and strap it to Nic’s chest over her pads and jersey. Pannek is in charge of distracting Coyne and Nic doesn’t know how she convinced Coyne to leave the ice, but somehow she manages.

Nic, Heise, and Zumwinkle head back out to the ice, now with Ava strapped to Nic’s chest. Ava, clueless to what’s going on, is just happy to have so many people looking at her. Nic steps onto the ice and skates around for a bit, making everyone laugh.

“I think’s that counts as too many men!” Heise yells out. Nic gets in front of the net and calls Heise out onto the ice.

“Take your best shot!” Nic says.

Heise grabs her stick and a puck and skates over. Nic gets into position, mindful of the baby on her chest, and she knows Heise isn’t going to really shoot it, that this is just for fun and it’s making everyone laugh and Ava loves it. Besides, Nic’s convinced Ava’s going to be a goalie like her, so might as well get her started early.

“What the hell is going on?”

Heise fumbles the puck as Coyne’s voice rings out. She comes to a stop sheepishly in front of the net, Nic beside her. Everyone’s gone quiet, the laughing stopped, and everyone shies away from Coyne’s disapproving glare.

“Nicole Hensley give me that baby right now.”

Nic gulps and skates over without a fight. There’s no chance Nic would win in a fight with Coyne and she hands over Ava.

“We were just joking around,” Nic says, “She wasn’t going to shoot it.” Coyne’s glare doesn’t lessen. “She likes being in front of the net. She’s got goalie genes in her.”

“You’re lucky I don’t call your wife right now,” Coyne says. She looks down at Ava in her arms and her face breaks out in a smile. “Besides, you’re going to be a forward, aren’t you?” Coyne tickles Ava’s belly and she giggles. “Yes you are!”

Coyne won’t let anyone hold Ava for the rest of practice, even Nic, which is fair. Nic is slightly convinced that Coyne won’t give her Ava when they all go to leave, but Coyne just gives Nic a stern look before handing Ava back. Nic straps Ava into her car seat.

“That was exciting,” Nic says, “Wasn’t it? But we’re not going to tell your mom about it or she’ll kill me and never let me take you to practice ever again.”

Nic drives home and Y/N isn’t home yet, so Nic gets Y/N something to eat then puts her down for a nap while she takes a quick shower. Nic entertains herself until Ava wakes up then she lays on the floor of Ava’s nursery with her and plays with her toys. That’s where Y/N finds her when she gets back.

“How was she?” Y/N asks, “I hope she didn’t distract you too much.”

“She was perfect,” Nic says, “Everyone loved having her there.”

Later that night, Y/N puts Ava to bed while Nic cleans up their dinner. Nic is elbow deep in soapy water as she washes dishes when Y/N’s voice yells out.

“Nicole Hensley what did you do?!”

Nic barely has time to dry her hands before Y/N’s in front of her and shoving her phone into face. It’s Maddie’s Instagram story, a video of Nic with Ava strapped to her chest skating on the ice. Nic stammers.

“She is never going to practice with you again!”

Oh, Nic was going to kill Maddie Rooney.

#nicole hensley #nicole hensley imagine #uswnt imagines #hockey imagine #womens hockey imagine #hockey rpf #uswnt hockey #woho #woho imagine

[sweetestdesire]

10 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃)

COMPLETED SUBMISSIONS HERE

FOUR THOUSAND OF YOU? FOLLOWING ME?

I’m actually sort of speechless because I’ve never had this many followers anywhere before. Much less considering the friends I’ve made, the communities I’ve joined, built or helped build and the sheer amount of fun and talent I’ve been exposed to. I feel beyond lucky to be apart of all of this, to have befriended those I have and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Maybe a few billion dollars and a really good pizza, though (I’m kidding).

So, to celebrate this milestone, I’ve decided to create a celebration where we can talk and imagine lots of things about our favorite boys. This celebration will be open tomorrow at 12PM EST on November 22nd, and will run for 72 hours (closing on November 25th). You’ll find below all of the requests I'm accepting, and the players that I write for. Please request as many as your heart desires, as the requests are unlimited. Thank you again, and I can’t wait to see what you all come up with.

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬: Jack Hughes, Quinn Hughes, Luke Hughes, Trevor Zegras, Nico Hischier, John Marino, Sidney Crosby, and Jamie Drysdale.

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞: send me a player and a thought and I'll write you a little NSFW blurb.

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞: let's play FMK, would you rather, this or that, etc. (not limited to players above)

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬: tell me a little bit about yourself and I'll tell you which player that I associate you most with and why.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝: send me a player (and a situation/trope if you'd want) and I'll make a moodboard.

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤: let's talk about whatever you want. It can be theories, a player that you like, unpopular or not opinion, etc.

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: send me a player and a thought and I'll write you a SFW blurb.

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐞: send me a topic to cast my mutuals as.

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡: get your personalized moodboard and a few things you remind me of (mutuals only)

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: send me a short paragraph about yourself and your ideal first date, and I'll tell you who you're going with and whether or not you'll be going on a second date.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮: I tell you what I like about your writing, your blog and your style. Basically, I'm here to feed your praise kink.

#announcements 📣 #4k milestone celebration

[harlowhockeystick]

Is it okay if I combine paris; "i'm so in love i might stop breathing" with second chance!Sidney Crosby? If not, that’s okay! Don’t mind me, I’m just thinking of when she moves to Pittsburgh and the first time, or one of the first times, they see each other since The Big Move

meet me at midnight | contains: n/a

hehehe the first official blurb for this new au <3 this takes place when sid and reader go on their little weekend getaway

"so, where to first?" you asked, pouring yourself a cup of coffee as you sat down next to sidney on the kitchen table. gazing out of the window you took in the gorgeous view and landscape of upstate new york. the sunlight cutting through the trees and hitting everything to perfection, making it look like a painting.

"i saw this uh breakfast shop downtown if you wanna check that out. i was looking at places last night online," sidney pulls out his phone to show you.

"looks fun, i'll go get ready."

sidney waits for you downstairs patiently. the whole twenty four hours previous was nerve wracking for him. part of him thought that you might not have joined him on the getaway. part of him thought you wouldn't even agree in the first place. but he was thankful that you did.

he was counting down the days to this, actually. he knew that he could get out of all star weekend with just one phone call, which he did as soon as possible, and he got his bag packed and ready.

the day was full of sight seeing and eating good food. sidney was great to walk around with, too. any shop you saw he took you in. even if it seemed a little girly he still walked around with you. antique shops, clothing boutiques, odds and ends, he loved it. he was infatuated with the fact that some of the simplest things made you so happy, almost like a little kid.

he also offered to buy you anything you touched. you had to tell him more than once that you were just looking, not shopping, and that there was a big difference between the two.

so now here you are, completely tired and worn out, but still having fun. sharing a blanket with sidney as your head rested on his shoulder, a movie playing on the tv in front of you.

"i had fun today," you commented, pulling the blanket more above your arms and nestling your head on his shoulder muscles. "kinda wish i got that lamp though." you shared a laugh with sidney, recalling a moment from when you were in one of the shops and saw a glass lamp that you felt like was calling your name.

"told you to get it," he teased, "it woulda looked great in your living room."

the movie continues on, but sidney's mind is roaming all over the place. he wants to make a move on you but it's been so long since he's done that sorta thing. it's been so long since he's even thought about making a move...he wonders if he's still got it.

he looks over but he catches you looking first. he chuckles, "what?" he asked in a playful tone. your cheeks turn a few shades darker and he can't get over how cute it was. sidney feels his cheeks grow a little warmer too and he wishes he could find a way to hide it.

"thanks for inviting me here," you sat up on the couch to be eye level with sidney, scooting just a little closer to him. your eyes studied his face, his blemishes, his creases, everything that made him, him. sidney did the same to you, he noticed all of your freckles, a little scar you had near your lip. he took in your beauty in full, he wanted to have it memorized in your brain forever.

then he looked down at your lips, how they were still a little tinted from the lipstick you reapplied an hour or two ago. and you were looking at his too. then his eyes, lips, and eyes again.

"can i...kiss you, y/n?" he asked you quietly, whispering as if there were other people to hear him. you nodded your head and slowly his lips found yours.

in this moment, he was so in love. love, that's the word for the feeling he has right now. his mind going crazy, he feels like those cartoons where they get heart eyes, birds flying around their head and their heart is beating out of their chest. love.

and in fact you're taking his breath away. the way your lips move with his so swiftly and perfectly. the way your lips move with his with ease and content. he never wants this moment to end.

you're the one to pull away first and you're the one who takes in a breath. his eyes are deep and dark, but they're looking at you with such grace and calmness. "i've wanted to do that for a while."

he admitted, cheeks still a light shade of red and a smile creeping onto his lips. you chuckle and put your hand on his cheek before going in for another kiss, "i can tell."

#queue there #j's writing #j's midnights weekend #sidney crosby #sidney crosby x reader #sidney crosby imagine #second chance!sidney #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #hockey imagine #hockey blurb

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To Sail Beyond the Sunset ft. Sidney Crosby | Prologue

A/N: Aaaaaand here we go again!  Thank you so much for the positive feedback on my Nate story; I hope you enjoy this one just as much!  Let me know what you think!

TW: slight mentions of body issues/unrealistic body expectations; unhealthy eating habits.

Everyone always said that ballet came as naturally to June Brooks as hockey did to Sidney Crosby, but both knew people were wrong.  Sure, a natural gift was part of it, as was talent, but Sidney and June knew it took a lot more than that.  It took ambition.  Perseverance.  Knowing when to push yourself.  Using your strengths and challenging your weaknesses so they weren’t weaknesses anymore.

Most of all, it took each other.

Sidney Crosby never forgot the day that June Brooks moved into a basement apartment down the street from his house.  He was four at the time, and it was probably one of his earliest memories.  He remembered riding his bike on the sidewalk as his mom walked behind him, and having to stop because a girl was drawing on the sidewalk with a big box of chalk.  She looked up at him as he came to a screeching halt.

1991.

“Who are you?” June asked the boy staring down at her from his bike.  He had similar colour hair and gaps in between his teeth just like her.

“I’m Sidney,” he answered, looking between the chalk flower and the girl.  “What’s your name?”

“I’m Juniper, but you can call me June.”

Sidney looked at the raised bungalow – one that looked similar to his house – and back at the girl again.  “Is this your house?”

“No.  Me and my mommy live in the basement,” she said.

“I shoot hockey pucks in my basement,” Sidney said, confused.  “You live in the basement?”

June nodded her head.  “What are pucks?”

“Siiiidneeeyyy!” he heard his mom call out from behind them.  He looked behind him to see her waving him down.  From the shadows on the sidewalk, he could see June waving back at her.  “Sid, who’s your friend?”

From that point onwards, Sidney and June became inseparable.  Inseparable.  Wherever one went, the other wasn’t too far behind.  They were in the same kindergarten class.  They were in the same lunch group.  They played together at recess.  They’d be at the same activity stations in their kindergarten room – painting, reading, toys – and always sat beside each other during circle time.  Sidney would glare at other kids who took June’s spot until they moved.  Sid helped June navigate how to use scissors.  June helped Sidney learn how to hold a pencil properly.  June taught Sid how to print forward-facing Ss when spelling his name.  Sid taught June how to print lower-case Es.

Their teachers noticed.  Their parents noticed.  Well, every parent noticed.  “There go Sid and June,” they’d say to each other as Sidney and June would hold hands for safety (at the behest of their teacher – every kindergartener had the buddy system, and of course June and Sid were buddies) as they exited the school doors until they saw Trina waiting to pick them up.

One day, Sidney thought it would be a great idea to invite June over on the weekend so they could play hockey.  He thought she’d love it.  She could shoot pucks into his dryer, just like he did.  He could teach her how to hold a stick and everything.  They could do it for hours.

1991.

“My mom will even make us grilled cheese sandwiches!” Sidney offered, trying to entice her to say yes.

“I can’t,” June was sad she had to say no.  She loved grilled cheese sandwiches.  “I have ballet.”

Sidney had to clue what ballet was.  His entire life was hockey, and he couldn’t fathom anybody doing anything else.  “What’s that?”

“It’s dancing,” June explained.  “We wear pink and put our hair in a bun and we dance to music!  One day we’ll be able to dance on our tippy-toes.”

It sounded a lot less fun than hockey, but if June liked it, Sidney knew there must be something to it.  But it still wasn’t hockey.

The pair got older and moved on to senior kindergarten.  They were still inseparable.  Trina would still come pick them up after school and they’d still eat grilled cheese sandwiches together.  Sidney saw more of Miss Hockley, June’s mom.  She scared him a little bit.  She wasn’t as nice as his mom.  She didn’t give a lot of hugs, not like his mom.  Miss Hockley’s eyes looked a lot meaner than his mom’s.  And she was always telling June what she couldn’t do because of ballet.  You can’t play hockey with Sidney.  You can’t go skating with Sidney.  You can’t go watch hockey at Sidney’s house because you have to practice your dance. You can’t keep eating all those grilled cheese sandwiches.  Nobody wants a fat ballerina.

***

Sidney Crosby touched down at Halifax International Airport after his latest playoff loss to the New York Islanders.  He was pissed off.  It was the New York fucking Islanders, for heaven’s sake.  Besides, it didn’t matter that he had three Stanley Cups; he was still hungry, still wanted to win at every opportunity.  When he didn’t accomplish that, it upset him.  Most people would say that he’d won everything there was to win, and they were right – but that didn’t matter.  He wanted to win more, to do it all over again, win three more Cups, a Conn Smythe, and two more Olympic golds.  Hell, he probably still had another Golden Goal in him.

Right?

Regardless of how he felt internally about being ousted in the playoffs much earlier than he liked, being back in Halifax brought him a type of solace only Halifax could bring.  The city, the people – he loved everything about it.  And regardless of how long he’d lived abroad for, Halifax was, and would always be considered, home.  

He checked through customs, with the officer spending a bit too long looking over his passport when he realized yes, this is the real Sidney Patrick Crosby standing there trying to get back into his home country.  The firearms question at least cracked him up this time: “Do you have any firearms with you, Mr. Crosby, besides that backhand?”  It was good to be home.  

Sidney drove straight to his house on Shubenacadie Grand Lake first, mostly to drop off his suitcases.  But then, he got right back in his car and drove back into the city, purposely missing the highway exit for Cole Harbour so he could go right into Halifax.  He took out the fob he knew was in his glove compartment and pressed the button to open the garage door.  He parked in his usual spot.  He used the fob again to gain access to the building, and rode the elevator all the way to the top floor.  

He knocked the only pattern he ever used.  He didn’t have to wait long for the door to open.

When he saw June on the other side, she had a shocked look on her face, like she wasn’t expecting him home so early.  She was wearing a black hoodie and her trusted Lululemon leggings, her big, obnoxiously furry slippers on her feet.  “Sid!” she screamed out.

“Hey Junebug,” he smiled, the sound of her voice so happy and surprised like music to his ears.

“You’re home early,” she commented as she reached around his shoulders for a hug.  He wrapped his arms around her tightly, not wanting to let go anytime soon.  She’d only been able to make it out to see him twice this year, when she usually came so much more.  But her work had gotten busier – many more promising students.  She’d had to stay back.  

“You know me.  I can’t stay out of Halifax for too long,” he said.

Sidney didn’t even need to ask to come in.  June had stepped back a few steps while they were hugging to bring him into the apartment, and he’d closed the door with his foot.  When they finally released their hug, he noticed that June was still smiling ear to ear.  “When did you get back?”

“Just now, actually.  I just dropped off my suitcases at the house and then came over here.”

“You want some hot chocolate?”

“It’s May, Junebug.”

“Has that ever stopped you before?” she quipped, making her way towards her kitchen.  “I’ll even make it with milk.  Or how about grilled cheese?”

Sidney couldn’t help but smile.  “I’d rather have grilled cheese than hot chocolate.”

June didn’t say another word.  She opened her fridge and grabbed the bread, butter, and cheese before putting everything on the counter and getting a frying pan out of a drawer.  Sidney walked towards the giant windows that looked out over Peace and Friendship Park, the Canadian Museum of Immigration at Pier 21, and the Halifax harbourfront.  He noticed that an old episode of Hell’s Kitchen was playing on TV.  Soon, he heard the sizzle of butter to hot pan, and the unmistakable smell of grilled cheese filling the room.  

He walked over to the kitchen, standing beside June.  “Smells delicious, as always.”

June smiled too.  “Still not as good as Trina’s, though,” she winked playfully.

Sidney smiled his infamous smile, feeling overwhelmed with warmth.  

He was home.

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tagged by the illustrious @kitnita thank you my friend ✨

1. The thing that got you hooked on hockey

I have told this story many times and I will tell it again because I think it is so funny and perfectly demonstrates how I can be convinced of literally anything if I have a good time. when there was the great bandom collapse and all my bandom friends turned to hockey I said fuck hockey I will never be a fan of hockey what the fuck is an edmonton oiler. and joined Twin Peaks fandom like any normal 20 year old college student in the year 2009 would. EIGHT YEARS LATER, my dear friend got into the pens and said pls pls pls get into pens hockey rpf with me the fic is so good. and I said NO. FUCK sidney crosby (did not know who sidney crosby is). 1 year later this same dear friend said pls pls pls come to this Sharks-Pens game with me, no one else will go with me bc tickets are $90 and i gotta see my man evgeni malkin, pleaseeee. and I said you want me to pay 90 american dollars for HOCKEY???? and she said yes and I will buy you a beer. I said okay FINE.

went. experienced several emotions I had never felt before. experienced several old emotions I had not felt in a long time. experience a few emotions that didn't exist. experienced emotions only shrimp feel. Pens lost but this was in 2018 so the Sharks were still pretty good and it was a genuinely skilled game of hockey in a packed arena. I was enthralled. the game was so exciting and so fun to watch. Evgeni Malkin's legs were so long. Tomáš Hertl's ass was so big. I don't even think I finished my beer I was so into it.

"haha heyyyy," I said as we walked out of SAP center. "you uh got any recs for these pens guys?" "oh boy DO I EVER!!" she said. and it was all over.

(hilariously I swore I would never be a fan of the Sharks but my terminal Bay Area brain disease took over and I fell eventually bc I always fall for the home team in the end. also bc for a long time my schedule was 9-6 or 12-9 in a library with an open plan office with an hour commute on both ends and I really cared about how people perceived my work ethic for a while, so I would just never watch or listen to games at work. by the time I quit I would watch full Avalanche games on my night shifts though dw lol.)

2. Your first ever fandom friend

trying to think of who I was friends with on hockeyblr first that wasn't someone I knew from livejournal or someone I met through someone I knew on livejournal lmfao. it took me like 10 years to figure out how to make friends with people on tumblr lol. I have no idea

3. The jersey you would most like to own

historically I have never denied myself the pleasure of owning anything however I did get in a bidding war for a Jared McCann HIFE jersey when he was on the Pens -- had to stop bidding when the jackass I was up against went over $1k bc I just could not justify spending $1k on a jersey. on the bright side this means someone paid one thousand american dollars for a jared mccann pens pride jersey lol

I wanted a Matt Murray HIFE jersey another year too but the bidding went from $500 to $1.5k in like two hours and I was like oh ok. and gave up on ever owning a pens HIFE jersey

I assume if the Cuda have a pride jersey this year I do something reckless this year lol. fingers crossed no one fucken sits so I have options

4. YOUR player (you only get ONE so choose wisely)

Cale Makar..... (didn't he try to kill jared mccann a man you just said you were willing to pay nearly $1000 for his jersey - yes and he felt bad about it. it's a violent sport who cares). I hope I am able to watch an Avs game again someday :')

5. A pairing that deserves more fic

ROOPE/ROBO HIVE RISE. also jason robertson/nick suzuki. i mean Jason Robertson in general, supremely underutilized considering how bananas hot he is

6. Your favourite on-ice moment

god have I ever actually seen anything good happen on ice, ever. oh!! When Garnet Hathaway scored a goal against the Sharks and fell over and he was just punching the air and Nic Dowd started pummeling him bc he was so excited for Garny

also Pat Sieloff pride night gwg. he said I won't do pride tape but I'll end an ot on Pride night with my only goal of the season. He did that for me.

link someone else's art/fic/etc that you love & think everyone should check out

pls read @kitnita's robotter primer it is literally a masterclass in ship primers. we need more ship primers like zoe's primers. i dream every day of writing a primer as masterful as zoe's robotter primer. (also her robotterpetey primer was SOOOO good and then my stupid ass gm stole petey and now he has to pay income tax. sorry to the state of texas for my gm's crimes.)

@tofumilanesa's strauss mann eating disorder fic featuring jasper weatherby that i think about every week, then i sit on the floor and yell and yell and yell

and bc i was hooting and hollering about it earlier today, the original dick trick by mcspot is one of my all time favorite fics - joe thornton/patrick marleau where patty is aspec. i read it like every six months and experience shrimp emotions. it is by no means an unknown fic but it does star the sharks so obvi not getting as much attention as it SHOULD

link something you made & are proud of & want people to see

😐

I started writing this post in the grocery store check out line and then the check out guy was like if you donate money to Second Harvest food bank I'll do a voice impression. I was like what??? and he was like yeah for real :) and pointed a piece of paper with several character voices. so I donated $10 and got Charmander and Jar-Jar Binks and it was very impressive voice acting but it's been two hours and I'm at home now and I'm still so harrowed that I donated $10 just to hear Jar Jar Binks comment on the amount of kombucha I was buying

Listen to Get A Read On Me while doing the dishes and tell Beryl what a great job they did!!!!

#fresno oilers.txt

[angry-geno-is-score]

im new to hockey and hockey rpf what do i need to know?

also i read your vince/adam fic in like 26 hours and im in love it almost made me cry so many times so soft and amazing !!!!

Hello, anon! Firstly, I'm glad you liked the fic! Thank you for giving it a read. Secondly... I don't even know where to start lol.

First thing, I don't want you to think you need to know everything about hockey to be into the hrpf fandom. There are a lot of us who know very little. Secondly, (and this is a thing for most forms of rpf fanfic, if not all) please do not ever share rpf stuff in a public space where the actual people can see it, especially if the author hasn't consented. That's, like the biggest no-no.

Other than that, have fun! The way I see hrpf is that these are characters with the names of real people attached, and we can mess around with the characters as much as we want. Do I like to say that Vince Dunn would be a good boy for Adam Larsson? Absolutely. Do I mean the real, actual guy? No, because I don't know anything about him.

There are a lot of fun pairings in this fandom. Like, a LOT. You can have enemies to lovers (Leon Draisaitl and Matthew Tkachuk or Sidney Crosby and Claude Giroux), teammates in love (Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin, Alex Ovechkin and Nicklas Backstrom, Patrick Kane and Jonny Toews, Vince Dunn and Adam Larsson, plus like seventy others lol), and lots of other fun stuff. Explore and find the pairing you like! There are plenty of incredible fic authors who have lots of gorgeous works written for all of these.

There are some parts of hrpf that I believe the fandom actually made up (and are therefore pretty unique)! There's goalie nesting (goalies collect teammates' gear and make a little nest with it, kind of like bower birds), rookie kneeling (rookies kneel for veterans, could be sexual or nonsexual), winner's rooms (winning team gets to choose a player from the opposing team to do anything with, usually pretty sexual, good for enemies to lovers), and plenty of other little tropes. The folks in the hrpf fandom are wonderfully creative!

If you're looking to write hrpf and find yourself bogged down by all the lore behind various pairings (a specific Tweet from nearly a decade ago, a room shared at the Olympics, a comment made in an obscure interview, etc.) don't be intimidated! Beautiful hrpf fics can be written while knowing very little about the players. The hrpf community is super positive and doesn't hold it against you if you don't know everything about two random players and every interaction they've ever had. Those are fun little details, but they're not necessary.

I could go on and on, but I think I got most of what I can think of right now. I'm so glad you decided to give the community a try! We're happy to have you. :)

#anon ask #hrpf #hockey rpf #hrpf basics? #based on what i can remember right now?

[powerplayunit]

Nathan MacKinnon is just a bigger version of ultra-driven ‘Nate the Kid’

Nov 10, 2022 (x)

HALIFAX, Nova Scotia — Inside Cole Harbour Place, where a mural of a pond hockey game looks over the main sheet of ice, a young boy jumped out. He might have been smaller than most of the kids, but that didn’t stop him from seizing the puck whenever he wanted. His head was always up as he stickhandled, even as a 9-year-old. He had power on skates unlike the others. It was as if he galloped.

As the youngster dominated his opponents, coaches Charlie MacLean and Dave Peters sat nearby, preparing game plans for their team, which was scheduled to play later in the day. At one point, MacLean walked over to the ice. Before long, he had called for Peters to follow. He had to see this player.

“You peek your head in,” Peters says now, “and all of a sudden you see the future best player in the world.”

That was the first time he laid eyes on Nathan MacKinnon.

Cole Harbour Place is full of pictures and memorabilia from Sidney Crosby, the Penguins captain who grew up playing at the rink and became the world’s most famous hockey player. Just down the wall is one dedicated to MacKinnon, the kid who followed in his footsteps.

MacKinnon’s case is a time capsule of sorts. There’s a picture of a chubby-cheeked 2-year-old, grinning as he stands in skates for the first time. He’s smiling in another picture nearby, one in which he’s slightly older, eating a snack while wearing a black Tim Hortons jersey. There are hockey cards from his youth team, the Cole Harbour Wings, as well as trophies and old jerseys. The shelves are full of memories, tokens showing a player’s journey from childhood to stardom.

“He was like he is now,” says Jon Greenwood, another one of MacKinnon’s former coaches. “Just a smaller version.”

MacKinnon’s progression made him a Stanley Cup champion and a three-time Hart Trophy finalist and landed him at No. 74 on our list of the greatest players of the NHL’s modern era. MacKinnon, now in his 10th season with the Avalanche, brought the Cup home to the Halifax area this past summer. His mom, Kathy, worked in the government building and his dad, Graham, was a track supervisor for the Canadian National Railway. The city’s people are proud that MacKinnon grew up there, proud that he’s still one of them. MacKinnon shares that pride.

Graham MacKinnon played a bit of goalie growing up in Springhill, Nova Scotia, and he taught his son to skate at a young age. Plenty of other kids in the area played, but MacKinnon never felt the sport was forced on him. It didn’t need to be. Hockey became more than just a hobby or something fun to do. It consumed him.

“I just remember never not wanting to go to the rink,” he says. “I always loved to play.”

His childhood home, where his room is still decorated with the hockey posters he hung as a kid, is next to what he calls a glorified pond. The small lake freezes quickly in the winter, and he spent hours shooting pucks at a battered net, sometimes with friends and sometimes alone. He’d make the 10-minute walk home from school during lunch, throw on his gear and get a skate in, stopping only to eat mac and cheese on the snow bank.

Cole Murphy, one of MacKinnon’s closest friends growing up, remembers the first time he saw MacKinnon skate. They were both around 6 years old and playing against each other when MacKinnon darted down the ice. At that age, none of the kids got air under the puck when they shot. But MacKinnon was different. Murphy watched him shoot the puck into the glass.

That memory is still fresh two decades later. Many of the people around Halifax, be it Murphy or Peters or MacLean, don’t forget the first time they saw MacKinnon on skates.

“Obviously, he’s one of the hardest-working people I know,” Murphy says. “But you don’t get to where he was without some physical gifts as well.”

Greenwood first worked with MacKinnon at the rink when the young center was 11, and the coach quickly noticed how hard he was on himself. He’d be furious if he missed the net during practice, and he’d challenge his coach to shooting competitions after the team was done skating.

That sometimes put Greenwood in a tough situation. If the coach won, MacKinnon would grow angry at himself. But if MacKinnon outshot him, he would question if Greenwood was putting in his maximum effort.

“I knew when he wasn’t trying,” MacKinnon says.

Greenwood quickly realized he had no choice. He couldn’t take it easy. “I might have beat him once or twice when he was that age,” he said. “But I’m sure that stopped shortly after.”

MacKinnon didn’t simply want to be the best. He wanted to dominate. MacLean, who coached him at the bantam level, saw that most not on the ice, but when the team did wall sit exercises. MacKinnon was able to hold his longer than everyone else, but even when the second-to-last person stopped, the star center would keep going.

“He’d go 10, 15 minutes past everyone else,” MacLean says. “It wasn’t good enough to be first. He had to dominate them.”

He also worked at areas of weakness on the ice. He approached Peters about getting better in the dirty areas. The coach talked to him about where to stand, one day putting him directly in front of the net, where he’d be in position to screen the goalie and deflect pucks. MacKinnon was scared of the puck at the time, so this wasn’t a comfortable place. But he did as the coach said, and Peters began firing slap shots at him so he could practice.

“If he missed I would’ve been dead as a 12-year-old,” MacKinnon jokes now.

Though hockey was his passion, it wasn’t his only sport, which Murphy believes helped keep both of them from getting burned out. On summer weekdays, their parents dropped them off at Abenaki Aquatic Club, and they’d kayak in preparation for a few regattas every year. MacKinnon believes the paddling helped give him a strong back, and the coaches, timers in hand, would make the kids run a 5K every morning.

MacKinnon, Murphy and their friends swam and played basketball in their free time at Abenaki. And, in a major development in 8-year-old MacKinnon’s life, the summer days at the club gave him the chance to flirt with girls for the first time.

“Didn’t go great, but I tried,” he says, laughing.

He was much better at hockey. His fire and competitiveness, in Greenwood’s eyes, were the separator. It’s part of the reason Murphy isn’t surprised watching him dominate in the NHL. Don’t get him wrong: He’s proud of his friend. But this always felt like the path he’d go down.

“I’ve had a few coachable, competitive kids before, but never with that skill,” Peters says. “I’ve definitely seen skilled kids before, but never with that mindset.”

MacKinnon was the rare marriage of both. He was, in Peters’ eyes, a perfect storm.

Some players are worth gigantic risks. The Halifax Mooseheads were coming off three dismal seasons — three consecutive years with a point percentage under .335 — and general manager Cam Russell wanted to make sure that string of disappointments stopped.

“We needed a boost for our organization,” Russell says.

He had a solution in MacKinnon, who had spent his first two years of high school at Shattuck-St. Mary’s, a private boarding school and hockey powerhouse in Minnesota. But there was an obstacle. MacKinnon was the most talented player in the QMJHL draft, and the Baie-Comeau Drakkar had the first pick.

The MacKinnon family told Baie-Comeau that Nathan had no plans of reporting there if the club drafted him, and Russell tried to trade for the pick. Still, the Drakkar selected MacKinnon, but when it became clear the player’s stance wasn’t going to waver, the club started looking to trade his rights.

Enter the Mooseheads. MacKinnon grew up cheering for the team, and his family had even billeted a former Mooseheads player when Nathan was a kid. He didn’t come cheap, though. To acquire him, Russell traded Carl Gelinas — the team’s leading scorer from the year before — another depth player and three first-round picks to Baie-Comeau.

“We knew that with what we were giving up, if Nathan wasn’t a player, was going to deplete the franchise significantly moving forward,” said Mooseheads president Brian Urquhart, who was the vice president at the time.

One fan sent Russell an email, ripping him apart for trading such a haul for an unproven teenager.

“I am struggling to understand this decision and fear that your fans might have to watch a team that will not do well for years to come,” it read.

But a player with club-altering potential, the general manager determined, was worth the hefty price. So after playing two years in Minnesota, MacKinnon headed home.

Greenwood always wondered when MacKinnon would reach a level he couldn’t dominate. Major junior, he thought, might be where his star player hit a speedbump. As a 16-year-old entering the QMJHL, he’d be playing against future NHL players, some of whom were multiple years older than him. Growing pains would have been understandable.

“It didn’t happen,” says Greenwood, who would soon learn to never be surprised by what MacKinnon does on the ice.

A few days before his training camp, MacKinnon walked into Mooseheads coach Dominique Ducharme’s office for a meeting. MacKinnon wanted to be in the NHL as soon as possible. Ducharme, who had seen his dynamic play and skillset, wanted to help him get there.

“We have two years,” Ducharme said. “730 days. Take those days one-by-one and make the most of it and you’ll be ready for that.”

MacKinnon bought in, and he jumped out from the moment he first took the ice. Goaltender Zach Fucale remembers his presence the first day of practice. His shots on net had a zip to them. The goalie remembers knowing pretty quickly that his new teammate would be one of the best players in the league.

“We were both only 16 and I felt like I was years behind,” Fucale said.

Teammates knew MacKinnon was bound for the NHL. “Don’t forget us,” they’d joke with him, Fucale remembers. These expectations were nothing new for MacKinnon. ESPN ran a story when he was 14, calling him “Nate the Kid,” a reference to Crosby’s “Sid the Kid” nickname.

“I never really sensed (he felt) a lot of pressure,” Greenwood says. “If he did, he certainly always seemed to rise to it.”

During MacKinnon’s first year with the Mooseheads, he found out he hadn’t been invited to Canada’s World Junior Championship training camp. He was in gym class when the list was released, and he stared at it, angry tears coming to his eyes. That disappointment, paired with the Mooseheads’ next game, became part of MacKinnon’s lore in Halifax.

Playing against the Patrick Roy-coached Quebec Remparts, MacKinnon put together a five-goal game. Every goal was different: He redirected a pass, backhanded a puck in on a breakaway, deked out a goalie from the side, finished a wrap-around and flipped in an empty-netter. As celebrating teammates approached him after his second goal — the breakaway — he lifted his arms. He stared at them wide-eyed, his mouth hanging open, as if shocked at his own abilities.

MacKinnon wasn’t actively thinking about what he viewed as a world juniors snub, but subconsciously, he believes, some extra juice was inside him.

“It felt like a statement game,” Urquhart says. “It was just dominant.”

Halifax returned to the playoffs that year, reaching the third round, and in MacKinnon’s second and final season with the Mooseheads, they won the QMJHL championship and the Memorial Cup. In the final, MacKinnon scored a hat trick to upend fellow draft prospect Seth Jones and the Portland Winterhawks.

“Nate was one of the reasons we kept that standard so high, because that’s how he operates,” Fucale says. “He keeps the bar high and will not accept anything under that.”

The Stanley Cup sat downstairs on a table at Saltyard Social, a two-story restaurant right next to the Halifax waterfront. The weather was perfect for MacKinnon’s party with the Stanley Cup, and he mingled with guests as he ate donair wraps and sipped drinks. The 2021-22 section of the trophy had yet to be engraved, but soon his name, along with the names of his Avalanche teammates, would be on the silver metal.

Loved ones were everywhere. Crosby, his idol-turned-friend, was there, as were his old coaches. His parents and sister, Sarah, laughed with the guests.

“He’s the happiest guy in the world,” close friend Ian Saab said earlier in the day.

MacKinnon poured all his energy into making it to the highest level. That was his focus. When he spoke in front of a crowd in downtown Halifax earlier in his Cup day, he said he wished he enjoyed the journey a bit more. Back in Denver, he repeats the same sentiment.

“All I wanted to do was make the NHL,” he says.

But perhaps all the reasons he couldn’t fully enjoy the ride — his singular focus, the rigorous drills and workouts he put himself through, the forward-looking mindset — are why he is what he’s become. If he didn’t have that ambition, that hunger growing up that was never quite satisfied, could he have become this version of Nathan MacKinnon? Perhaps he could have found a healthier balance, and taken things a little less seriously. But as coaches have said — from Greenwood coaching him as a child to Jared Bednar coaching him now — if you have a player with MacKinnon’s fire, you don’t try to contain it.

Crosby will always be the first generational player to come from the Halifax area. Because of him, kids in the city — including MacKinnon — grew up cheering on the Penguins star. Over time, Pittsburgh shirts didn’t jump out much to Greenwood. It all made sense.

The Penguins apparel isn’t going anywhere. Greenwood still sees it plenty. But he’s noticed recently more and more Avalanche gear popping up. It turns out, in this city along the harbor, there’s room for two.

#nathan mackinnon #nate mackinnon #Colorado Avalanche #article

[reavenedges-lies]

I find it just too funny that they keep asking players how Sidney Crosby looks. Like expecting a 'Oh he is looking better coming back from his injury' and instead we just get

#pittsburgh penguins #evan rodrigues #kasperi kapanen #sidney crosby #making fun of sidney crosby hours?

[ren-is-being-silenced]

My phone charge is at 87% and it's missing Sidney Crosby and The Pittsburgh Penguins Hours

#i hate it here #ren rants #making fun of sidney crosby hours? #sad lad hours #i miss my blog

[miracleonice87]

Just sent in NateMac... OR 2or8 with Sid, you pick lol

It's on this holiday they decide to try for a baby (2) - with Sidney Crosby 🎄

from m’s winter prompt list 2021

a/n: she kind of a heavy one, y’all. fun and sweet turned passionate and weighty. typical M shit, you know.

word count: 2,617 (this got outta control and will def be the longest one of these blurbs lol - still four blurbs remaining!)

warnings: swearing, alcohol, children, talk of pregnancy / starting a family, allusions to sex / fertility, Sid wanting to be a dad(dy) which def needs a warning

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It was Christmas Eve at the Crosby house, the third you and Sidney had spent together as a married couple. With a Christmas Day blizzard threatening your original plans to spend the short break from hockey in Nova Scotia with Sid’s family, you had called an audible and decided to stay in your own home this year, playing host to the other guys and their families who, too, had remained in Pittsburgh. You had cooked an impeccable turkey, thanks to your grandmother’s trusty recipe, and baked no less than six dozen cookies for everyone to decorate throughout the evening, ensuring that the kids had plenty to take home “for Santa” that night.

Sid had quickly shifted from being disappointed about the change in your holiday plans to excited about sharing the holiday with his teammates, their partners, and particularly, their numerous children, an aspect that hadn’t yet been added to your and Sid’s dynamic, but something that you both privately thought you should consider changing, and maybe sooner rather than later.

Excited about the idea of having small children around, Sid had dug through the basement to find his old board games – Battleship, Monopoly, and Candyland to name just a few – and had pulled his deck of cards from his travel bag to ensure that the kids had plenty to do in your normally kid-free home. What was more, he set out for a quick Target run and came back with not only a Starbucks peppermint mocha for you, but several bags of stockings. You smiled softly when he began to empty the bags onto the ottoman, curling up on the arm of the couch beside him.

“Who are all those for, love?” you inquired, quickly glancing to your mantle where only three stockings hung – yours, his, and his beloved, aging “puppy” (as he still called her) Sam’s.

He threw you a lopsided grin over his shoulder and pointed to each of the stockings.

“Alex, Victoria, Nikita, Hunter, Brayden, Caden, and Emersyn,” he rattled off, naming each of the children who would be at the house in just a couple of hours. “Then, I got tags to hook on each of them so we can write their names,” Sid said, his sheer delight about having the kids at the house on Christmas Eve contagious. “I just thought it would be nice. Might make them happy.”

You smoothed your hand over the nape of his neck and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“That’s sweet, babe,” you cooed, your nails scratching softly at his scalp. “This will definitely make them happy. They’re gonna love it.”

Sid preened. “You think?”

You nodded, nuzzling your nose against his temple. “I know so,” you assured, squeezing his shoulder before getting up from the couch to continue your preparations for the party. “That’s why you’re the best Uncle Sid,” you pointed out with a wink. “And why you’ll be the best dad.”

Though you’d said it casually before turning toward the fridge to start assembling the charcuterie board, Sid couldn’t help but beam, staring after you as you went about your task. He rubbed his thumb over the soft fleece of the stocking he held, looking wistfully at the decoration and dreaming of the day he’d be able to add another to your mantle, for a little one of your own. Or two. Or forty. However many you’d let him.

But there would be plenty of time for that. And so for now, Sid picked up the tags and a marker and set out to assign each young guest a stocking, all while dreaming of those Christmases to come.

Hours later, a festive frenzy had fallen over the house, replacing the quiet coziness of just the two of you together with your senior pup. After a thoroughly enjoyed dinner, the kids chased each other through the entire main floor and tossed plush faux snowballs in every direction, the guys donned matching Penguins Santa hats as they sipped on egg nog and hot toddies, and the partners huddled in their sweats and Uggs, glasses of wine in hand as they giddily caught up with one another.

All was as it should be, until a distinct thud echoed from the hallway, followed by immediate whines coming from one of the littlest of the group, Victoria, and a round of “ooh”s and groans from the dads who had watched the unfortunate collision unfold. Victoria’s little head had evidently caught the corner of the wall as she tried to turn into the living room to make her escape from big brother Alex who trailed behind her, now looking remorseful and concerned.

“Uh oh. Saw that comin’,” Sid mumbled as he swiftly rose from his perch on the couch, the nearest to the scene of the crime, and made his way to Victoria. Just as he reached her, her cries hit a screeching peak, but Sid was undeterred. He gathered the crying girl he loved so much into his arms, easily lifting her by her elbows, and stood rubbing her back.

“I know, V,” he cooed. “That really hurt, didn’t it?”

Victoria nodded against his shoulder, swiping at her wet eyes with the backs of her little hands. Sid pressed a kiss to the side of her head, cradling it gently in one hand.

“I didn’t mean to!” sweet Alex insisted, his high voice trembling from the tears in his eyes. Sid immediately shook his head.

“We know you didn’t, bud. It’s nobody’s fault,” he assured, smoothing a hand over Alex’s dark hair as the boy bashfully wrapped himself around Sidney’s legs.

Catherine lifted her brows, giving you a look. “Damn, he’s good,” she muttered from behind her wine glass, Natalie snickering beside her.

“Yeah, don’t take this the wrong way, babe, but that was kinda hot,” Megan Carter concluded with a cackle, earning a poke in the side from you as you handed an approaching Kris an ice pack, reading his mind.

“Don’t start,” you warned through your teeth, though the smirk on your lips gave you away as you gazed back at Sid once more.

Sid was now seated on the step with Victoria on his lap.

“Can you show me where it hurts, V? Hmm?” he asked just as Kris approached with the compress, squeezing his little girl’s calf affectionately as he, too, crouched to her level, though he knew she was in capable hands under the care of Uncle Sid.

Victoria nodded, then sat up from Sid’s hold and pointed to her forehead, where, sure enough, there was already a bump forming. Thankfully, though, no skin had been broken nor further injury inflicted.

“Ouch,” Sid said softly, affirming the girl’s pain. “Well, it’s gonna hurt for a little bit but the good news is, I think you’re gonna be okay. And you’re just as beautiful as ever,” he said warmly, making Victoria giggle.

“Merci beaucoup,” the girl said quietly, throwing her arms around Sid’s neck. He hugged her back with a bright laugh as your eyes met his over her shoulder, and he threw you a wink.

“Pas de problème, ma chérie,” he replied, letting go of Victoria as she turned toward her dad, hugging him and accepting the ice pack before seeming to forget about the incident just minutes later, though the tenderness of your husband’s reaction to it stayed with you much longer than that.

Later in the night, after a few board games, when the kids finally started to wind down and slowly find their way to the living room, Megan tapped their family’s copy of “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” which Caden had brought in tucked under his arm as if it were his prized possession, announcing as he laid it on the coffee table that it was tradition in their household that someone read it each Christmas Eve, no matter where or with whom they celebrated the holiday.

“So, who should read the story to us tonight, guys?” Megan asked, raising her brows at the kids as they glanced around the room.

It was little Emersyn whose eyes landed on your husband and who raised a chubby little finger to point toward him.

“Oh, you want Sid to read to us?” Megan asked, Jeff smirking beside her.

“Me?” Sidney asked the little one, surprised that of both of her parents and all the others in the room, it was he who she had chosen.

Sure of herself, Emersyn nodded. And not only that, but with a coy smile, she slid down from the couch, pulled the book from the table, and made her way to Sid, raising her arms his direction as an invitation to him.

His heart melting, Sid obliged, scooping Emersyn up and settling her on one side, just as you curled into his other, your hands rounding his bicep as you took in the sweet scene right before your eyes. And, from the corner of them, you spotted other wives, namely the ones with children, cooing over the moment, too, from where their hands covered their mouths. You gave the girls a knowing glance as Sid opened the book and began to read, his concentrated, animated tone evoking a warmth in your belly.

“'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house; not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; the stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there…” he spoke, lifting his eyebrows to emphasize the prospect of Santa’s coming arrival. You grinned, settling your head on his shoulder just as he curled his free hand around your thigh with an affectionate squeeze.

“The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads,” he continued, and at that portion, you heard him swallow thickly, taking a quick breath to steady his voice before he went on. “And ma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,” he read.

“Ma and Pa right there,” Jake muttered from behind his glass of bourbon with a nod toward you, making Bryan and Jeff chuckle.

Though you playfully narrowed your eyes at them, Sid murmured a, “damn straight,” that knocked the smile from your lips in favor of a straight line, shocked by his sentiment in front of the group. The girls giggled around the room and you felt your face heat as you buried your face in the crook of Sid’s neck, while he went on as if it were nothing.

The rest of the story captivated you far more than it did the children, if only for the way Sid engaged them all with his intonations, character voices, and sound effects, making them bubble with laughter and mimic him excitedly. Sure, he was entertaining them, but he had you absolutely mesmerized. His being attentive to any and all children around him was nothing new, but this… being huddled together in your home, cozy in front of the fire on Christmas Eve, Sid with a toddler on his lap and more little ones settled around him on the couch and at his feet on the floor, not to mention the way he had cared so lovingly for Victoria… this made you ache. Made you yearn. Made it so easy to picture future scenes just like these, but instead of his teammate’s children, they would be your own. Sidney’s own. Yours and Sidney’s.

You remembered Kelsey and Kayla and Megan and Catherine and more telling you that when you were ready, you would know. And when he was ready, you would know. Call it (future) mother’s intuition, call it a biological clock. Whatever it was, you felt it stirring within you, sending a message you had never quite heard this loud or clear.

It was time. You knew it was time.

And from the look in Sid’s sparkling hazel eyes as he read the final, classic, “But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight, ‘Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night,’” then looked down at you, you were more certain that he knew it, too.

After that, as much as Sidney had enjoyed the day with a full house, he just wanted to be alone with you. Craved it. That singular focus he was famous for was pointed only, fully, at you. After he’d finished reading and the two of you had bid your goodbyes, he could hardly get the last of the guests – the Letangs and the Malkins, to neither of your surprise – out of the door speedily enough before he closed it behind them, then turned toward you and blew out a frazzled breath he seemed to have been holding for hours now.

“Do we even need to talk about it?” Sid asked, his steps toward you from the door quick and determined.

“No.” You barely had a moment to breathe out the word before he captured your lips in a searing, longing kiss, his hands squeezing needily at the flesh of your hips, a hungry groan leaving his lips and vibrating against your own.

“Do you even know how much I adore you?” Sidney whispered against the shell of your ear before ducking his head to trail his tongue along your neck, eliciting a gasping moan from your throat.

“I do, Sidney,” you whispered, cradling his head against your skin. “I swear I do.”

He pulled back to take you in, his nose just centimeters from yours, as he searched your eyes.

“Do you even know how badly I want to see you as a mother?” he asked, pressing his hips into yours as a whine fell from your mouth. “How much I want to give you children? My children? Our children.”

You swallowed hard, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Show me,” you offered in a whisper, lips closing around Sidney’s earlobe as your teeth grazed the soft skin there. “Please.”

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Hours later, long after midnight had struck, signaling the start of Christmas Day, Sid lay with his head against your bare shoulder, his fingers mindlessly tracing shapes on your lower belly. You decided to take the quiet moment to voice your primary fear about entering this next phase of life.

“It might not happen right away, Sid,” you whispered, voicing it to your husband as much as yourself. “You know?”

Sid nodded, lifting his head to settle it on his pillow and meet your eyes.

“I know, babe,” he assured firmly. “That’s okay. However long it takes, it’s okay. I just… we’ll make it happen. One way or another. Alright? I promise you that.”

Tears blurred your vision before dripping down your temple, swept away in moments by Sid’s knuckles.

“Okay,” you concurred, knowing better than to think you needed to ask if he was sure, if he was certain, if he knew the full extent of what he had just vowed. You knew. You knew he knew. He was Sid – he always meant it.

“Now, with that said, I need you to promise me something,” Sid said, slowly stroking your cheek with his thumb. You nodded. “I need you to promise me that you won’t put pressure on yourself to make this happen right away. Or ever. Okay? Whether it happens right away or it takes longer than we thought, I need you to take care of you first. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded again, folding yourself into his arms where he held you reverently, kissing the top of your head.

“Promise,” you mumbled, your face smushed against his neck. “I love you, Sidney.”

You felt Sid smile. “I love you so much.”

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[fruitcoops]

hiii i've just spent the last 36-48 hours reading your works and oh dear do i lOVE your writing and this universe :') . i dont know if you are taking requests but i think it would be kinda interesting (and low key hilarious) if you would write the lions reacting/reading thirst tweets? idk if this is a dumb idea or not but just like some of them reacting to them and going "well i'm actually gay/married so.. no!.. but thank you!"

Part two of the six-month celebration, everyone! Thank you thank you THANK YOU to everyone who submitted comments--I had over 60 come in, and while I couldn’t include them all, reading them was a true joy. The Lion Pride channel was something I started writing on a whim; I never expected it to grow like this <3 Much love to all of you!

TW for alcohol mentions and thirst tweets (nothing explicit)

“Why do I always fear for my life around you?” Sirius asked as Marlene settled into a cushy chair to the side of their table.

She smiled, catlike, and crossed her legs primly. “Because only Finn appreciates me.”

“That’s just the Aries connection, Cap,” Finn said with a smug grin.

“We’re both Leos, Harzy.”

“Eh, close enough.”

Remus raised an eyebrow at her. “You should probably start asking questions before this devolves further, Marley. He’s gonna keep digging himself a hole and we won’t get anything done.”

Marlene’s smile returned with a vengeance. “That’s where you’re wrong, Loops! We’re not doing any questions at all today.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Read it and weep.” She tossed a small posterboard at him like a frisbee; he caught it, barely, though both Talker and Sirius had to duck out of the way. Marlene faced the camera and winked. “Welcome back to Lion Pride, everyone! Today I’m here with Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Thomas Walker, and our wonderful cubs to react to your comments on our videos!”

“Bet you thought we’d never see ‘em, huh?” James asked.

“The comments fall into four categories: thirsty, funny, mean, and sweet. I will be reading two of those groups, and my lovely fiancée will be reading the others because she is the human embodiment of sunshine.”

“If you make Dorcas read the mean ones, I’ll be sad,” Leo laughed.

Marlene gave him a look of disbelief. “You think I’m passing up a chance to roast you guys? Puh-lease. We’re starting off strong with some thirsty, thirsty comments! Loops, you’re up first.”

“This is going to be fun,” Sirius said, leaning back in his chair.

She cleared her throat, then turned a smoldering look on their table. “I didn’t know I had a freckle kink, but then Remus Lupin appeared and now here we are.”

“Oh, shit,” Remus muttered, covering his face with his hands as the others howled with laughter.

“Lupin has been looking sexy as hell on the bench for years now. I'm so glad people are simping over him like he deserves,” Marlene read. “And there’s a little heart emoji, just for you.”

“This is every one of my nightmares come to life,” Remus said, though his voice was muffled by his forearms.

James lifted his glasses to swipe away the tears of mirth that had gathered in his eyes. “Are you kidding? This is everything I have ever wanted.”

“Y’know, it is so good to see people drooling over this hot piece of ass at last,” Finn sighed, reaching over to ruffle Remus’ hair as his face turned bright red.

“One more, and it’s a good one,” Marlene warned. She licked her lips, then had to take a moment to laugh before speaking. “I feel like Remus Lupin is the type of guy to bake you muffins—”

“Accurate,” Leo said.

“—but is also a kinky motherfucker.”

Remus’ mouth dropped open as the table erupted into cheering. Logan pumped both fists in the air and Sirius was laughing so hard no sound came out; Talker sank so low in his chair that only his head and shoulders were visible as he applauded.

“Why do people comment these things?” Remus asked, barely above a whisper. “Holy fuck, I’m engaged!”

“Speaking of…” Marlene raised her eyebrows and Sirius smile drooped.

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes. Buckle up, Cap!” She rolled her shoulders out. “Get someone who looks at you the way Sirius Black looks at a hockey puck.”

Remus snorted; James’ laugh was so short and sharp that it set everyone else off as well. “That sounds like I have a hockey puck fetish!” Sirius complained. “Which is so, so not true!”

Finn made an ‘ehh’ noise, and he leaned around Remus to smack the back of his head. “Hey!”

“Next one!” Marlene announced. “Sirius Black was my bi awakening.”

A beat of silence passed. “Is that it?” Sirius ventured, looking nervous.

“Yep.”

“Aw, man, that one’s lame,” Talker said, shaking his head. “Everyone thinks Cap is a little hot.”

Remus shot him a look. “A little?”

“Fair. Marley, I dare you to find one person who wouldn’t tap that.”

She rolled her eyes. “Me, though that dovetails nicely into the last one for our lovely captain. Ahem. I understand why Remus is with Sirius: he's hot as hell and rich, I'd hit that too.”

“Oh, fuck, you’re right,” Leo gasped. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

Finn and Logan turned to him in unison with a mix of disbelief and offense written all over their faces. “Dude.”

“First of all, Leo, you found yourself two hot rich boys,” Remus interrupted. “Second, that comment is forgetting that he’s funny, and smart, and nice, and—”

Seconds after the initial cover, Sirius took his hand off Remus’ mouth as if he’d been burned. “Did you just lick me?”

“Moving on! This is in all caps, so be prepared.” Marlene shuffled through her posterboards and turned to Leo with an ominous smile. He glanced toward the camera in mild fear. “What does a person have to do to get some hockey player ass?! Like why is Leo Knut so fine?!”

“Amen!” Logan called as Leo blushed.

“According to six of the seven people at this table, the answer to that first question is to be a hockey player,” Talker laughed. “The world may never know the answer to the second, sadly.”

“Lily could play hockey,” James said, resting his chin on his hand. Every single one of the others rolled their eyes. “She could! She’d be so good at it, too.”

“We know,” Finn groaned. “You only mention it every other day.”

“Speaking of the lovely Mrs. Potter,” Marlene began with a sly look as she held up a new card. “Do James and Lily Potter need a third? Asking for me specifically.”

James paused, dumbstruck, while the others drummed their hands on the table. “…no?”

A general sigh of disappointment went up. “I was really hoping he’d say yes,” Leo said.

“Ask Lily next time,” Remus recommended.

James turned to him and blinked slowly. “What are you insinuating, Loops?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“Don’t worry, James, you’ll like this one,” Marlene assured him. “James Potter is the ultimate dilf.”

“You’re damn right I am!” James whooped. “Vindication, bitches!”

“Marley, what have you done?” Talker whispered. “He’ll never shut up about that, now.”

“Oh, never,” James all but cackled. “I’m officially a dilf, you guys!”

“I hate you,” Sirius groaned.

“Tremzy, are you ready? We’ve got a couple very special ones for you,” Marlene said.

“Anything to get us out of this hell,” Logan begged.

“In that case: Logan Tremblay’s ass is better than Sidney Crosby’s. I said what I said.”

A pleased flush rose to his cheeks as Finn and Leo high-fived over his head. “Really? Thank you!”

“And they would be correct!” Finn announced. “Best ass in the league.”

“Come on,” Remus scoffed, though he was smiling.

Marlene cleared her throat to get their attention. “I don’t think I can legally read this on air without being censored or getting the video taken down, but…”

She turned the board around; all seven of them leaned forward to read it, then slowly looked at Logan, who turned vivid red. “Mon dieu. Is that—someone commented that on a video? Like, for people to see?”

“I feel like I need to bleach my eyes,” Sirius said just as Finn began shaking with silent laughter.

Leo’s face fell. “You wrote that, didn’t you?”

“I did,” Finn wheezed, scooting forward to fist-bump Marlene. “We wanted to see what you guys would say. Fuckin’ hell, your faces.”

“Alright, Talkie, are you ready?” Marlene asked around her laughter. “Seeing Thomas Walker with a baby makes me want to have his babies…please hit me up.”

He held up his index finger and took a second to laugh before responding. “If that’s Noelle, yes. If that’s anyone else, I’m flattered, but absolutely not.”

Logan made a face. “Ew.”

“We have two more,” Marlene warned. “For some very special people that aren’t here today, but I think you’ll like them anyway.”

Sirius narrowed his eyes. “I don’t trust the look on your face.”

“Daddy Dumo makes me swoon.”

A muddle of horrified noises echoed through the studio as all seven of them cringed. “Oh, my god, that’s my dad!” Logan yelped, covering his ears. Sirius looked vaguely ill and Remus’ shoulders crept toward his ears; James shuddered.

“The worst part is, we all know he can get it,” Finn said with a grimace. “God, I feel like I just heard someone talking about my parents having sex.”

“I’m sure he’ll love to hear that,” Marlene laughed. “Last one, from one of our truth or drinks.”

Remus went pale half a second too late. “N—”

“Hope Lupin is a milf.”

A broken noise escaped his mouth and he clamped his hand over it while Talker rubbed his back in sympathy. Sirius shook his head. “Somehow, that’s worse than Dumo’s.”

“Whoever sent that in, show some respect!” Leo said indignantly as Remus bonked his forehead against the table. “Hope Lupin is a lovely woman!”

“I think they noticed that particular fact,” Marlene pointed out, earning herself several scandalized shouts of her name and a whine from Remus. “That’s all we have for thirst comments! Are you ready for some funny ones?”

“Anything,” Remus pleaded. “I am begging you, anything else.”

Marlene shook her head as she stood, still smiling, and kissed Dorcas on the cheek when she entered the frame. “Go for it, love.”

“Dorcas!” they all cheered, lighting up immediately.

“Hey, guys, it’s been a while!” She curled up in Marlene’s vacant spot and took her own posterboards out from underneath the seat. “Alright, let’s rock and roll. Pascal Dumais is the team dad and nothing will change my mind, and Tremzy is the annoying youngest child.”

“That is so accurate,” Sirius laughed, leaning just out of range of Logan’s playful punch. “Whoever commented that has no idea how right they are.”

“We’ve got a whole sibling dynamic thing going on,” Talker agreed. “Tremzy’s the baby of the family, Cap is the quietly chaotic middle child, and Pots is the older brother that starts shit and inevitably gets blamed for however out-of-control it gets.”

Dorcas nodded. “You are one hundred percent correct. In a similar vein: Pots was the dad jokes friend before he was even a dad.”

“Painfully so,” Leo confirmed, shaking his head as they all groaned in agreement. James looked rather smug about the whole thing. “So many puns.”

“Oh, you’ll like this one,” Dorcas mused as she drew a new card. “If Tremzy looked directly into my eyes for even two seconds, all of my problems would be solved. I am sure of it.”

“Yes,” Finn and Leo said in unison.

“It’s something about the eyes, I think,” James added. “They just stand out so much that it’s a little startling straight-on.”

Logan looked to the camera and stared at it, unblinking; it zoomed in slightly on his face. “Everything will be fine,” he said with mock solemnity. “Your problems are solved.”

“Well, that was terrifying,” Sirius said drily. “Got any more for us, Ms. Meadowes?”

“Of course I do! We’ve got quite a few for Loops and Leo.” She took a sip of her water before getting comfortable again. “My favorite thing about these videos is that we can all see Loops get steadily buffer as the season goes on. Good for you, king!”

“Flex! Flex! Flex!” the six of them chanted; Remus rolled his eyes, but slid his sweater sleeve to his elbow and flexed his forearm, resulting in enough hoots and hollers that they could probably be heard a block away. Talker fake-swooned into Leo’s arms and Remus lightly whacked him on the shoulder.

“Remus Lupin looks like he has squishable cheeks,” Dorcas read aloud.

“He does!” James cooed, scooting over and reaching out.

Remus narrowed his eyes. “I swear to god I’ll bite you.”

Sirius cupped his face between his palms and kissed his nose, then pinched both his cheeks gently. “Ta-da!”

“How many of these do we have?” Remus asked, though his voice was a bit muffled by Sirius’ hands.

“Just one more for you, and it’s my personal favorite.” Dorcas assured him. “I love how the team probably had no impulse control until Loops joined.”

Sirius let go of his face and dissolved into laughter as Finn nearly fell on the floor. “Oh my—you think he has impulse control?” Talker slapped the edge of the table as he shook his head. “Absolutely not. Hell no, Loops is the first person to do stupid shit with us.”

“Yeah, I just don’t get caught,” Remus added around his own laughter. “Everyone thinks I’m such a hardass goody-two-shoes and it lets me get away with so much more than you delinquents.”

“Speaking of delinquents,” Dorcas continued. “This one is from our ‘Taste Testing Sexy Alcohol’ video: ah, yes, now I know how to do a body shot. 10/10, very educational video.”

“Do not take educational advice from us,” Finn blurted instantly. “I know this is a joke, but please exercise caution. That video was a ton of fun but a nightmare to recover from.”

Sirius winced at the memory. “I took two naps and then wished for death for a full day.”

“On a lighter note, who’s ready for some Knutty appreciation?” Dorcas smiled at her cards. “I've only had Leo Knut for a season and half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

“Big mood,” four of them said simultaneously.

Leo turned to the camera with a concerned look on his face. “That’s a meme reference, but are y’all okay?”

“No,” Dorcas answered. “Especially not this next person: Sometimes I do something productive and then I remember @LeoKnut is a 19 year old professional athlete who radiates happiness and with two of the hottest boyfriends the good lord has made, and then my bowl of packaged ramen seems less impressive.”

“I’m proud of your ramen,” Leo said, even as the corners of his mouth twitched in a smile. “And I appreciate the note about my boyfriends, because they are definitely the hottest people the good lord has made.”

Talker stuck his lip out in a pout. “Rude.”

“Sorry, Talkie, I’m biased.”

“Last one before Marlene comes back, so you’d better enjoy it!” Dorcas announced. “Did the Lions effectively utilize girl power when they wrecked toxic masculinity, yes or yes?”

“Can we utilize girl power?” Remus wondered, resting his shin on his hand. “Isn’t that exclusively for, y’know, women?”

“We can utilize himbo power,” Finn suggested.

James gave him an offended look. “Not all of us are himbos!”

“Okay, but you definitely are.”

“I am not!” James held up his fingers to count. “There are only, like, three qualifications, right? I might be strong, hot, and respectful, but I’m not dumb so it doesn’t count!”

“Pots,” Remus said quietly, hiding his smile for half a second. “Buddy, that was four things.”

James paused, then sighed in resignation. “Ah, fuck, I’m a himbo.”

“You really are.”

“At least we don’t promote toxic masculinity.”

They raised their waterbottles in a ‘cheers’ motion as Marlene and Dorcas switched spots; Marlene stretched her arms over her head and grabbed the new boards. “I’m back, beloved himbos. Talker, Leo, you are beloved by the people and have no mean comments. Cap, we’re starting with you.”

“Are they actually mean mean?” he asked.

“Sirius Black seems like a little bitch. Not in a bad way, necessarily. He just. Seems like he'd be a little bitch."

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Oh, okay. That answers one question.”

“He’s not a little bitch,” Leo said. “Pouty on occasion, but not a little bitch.”

Remus gave him a long look, then shook his head. “Yeah, I mean, you teared up a little when Hattie got a splinter in her paw but didn’t even yell when you almost sliced your finger off while making dinner.”

“Duality of man,” Finn said sagely.

Marlene cocked an eyebrow. “Finn O’Hara’s hair kind of reminds me of Garfield the Cat.”

“Alright, that’s just rude.”

“It does not!” Logan gasped at the same time Leo made a noise of agreement.

Finn turned to him in utter betrayal. “Nutter Butter, I thought you liked my hair!”

“I do!” Leo defended. “But they’re not entirely wrong. It’s very orange in the sun.”

“I’m never going to forget that,” Finn muttered, staring at the floor.

“Ugh, it bothers me so much that Lupin just objectifies Black all the time!” Marlene read in a high-pitched, nasal voice. “No respect in that relationship!”

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Pardon?”

Marlene stared at it for a moment, then shrugged. “Yeah, I have no idea what videos they were watching. Do you feel objectified in your relationship, Cap? I know the opinion of total strangers really bothers you a lot.”

“I’m really glad you picked up on that,” he said with false gravity. “Yeah, it’s such a bummer when my hot fiancé says I look nice. Such a blow to my self-esteem.”

“That was supposed to be a roast against me,” Remus said, looking amused. “Talk about backfiring.”

“Are you ready, Pots? This one’s pretty brutal,” Marlene warned. James nodded and Finn linked their hands for moral support. “James Potter is a swiftie and you cannot tell me otherwise.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “…yeah? That’s true? T Swift is a regular occurrence on the locker room playlist.”

“Also, James Potter looks like someone who would think black pepper was spicy.”

“Now that one is mean,” he complained as the others burst out laughing.  “It’s not my fault I have sensitive taste buds!”

“Oh, honey,” she said under her breath as she took a new card. “Get ready, Tremzy. This first one is short and sweet: Logan Tremblay looks like a lesbian.”

“That is not an insult,” Logan laughed. “Every lesbian I know is rad as fuck. I wish I looked that good in a leather jacket.”

“I just realized Logan doesn’t look short cause he’s next to bunch of hockey players, he’s short cause he’s 5’9.”

The smile slipped off his face in a millisecond as the others roared with laughter. “Quoi?”

“Oh, she got you good,” Sirius gasped, patting his shoulder clumsily. “Holy fuck, can I frame that?”

“That’s not what it says.” An edge of distress appeared in Logan’s voice. “Marley, that’s not what it says.”

James sat on the floor with the heels of his palms pressed against his eyes. “You’re fucking—whoever sent that in, you are my new favorite person. Jesus.”

“Do you need a second to recover before we move on?” Dorcas asked as she draped her arms over the back of Marlene’s chair. “The next one is our biggest section by far.”

“It’s the sweet ones, yeah?” Leo asked.

“Right.”

“It might be a good idea to do those before Lo spontaneously combusts.”

“Agreed!” She swapped with Marlene and hauled a short stack of posterboards out from their hiding place with a smile. “A hug from Dumo can probably solve any issue.”

“Facts,” Logan said. “I could really use one right about now, too.”

“Has anyone noticed how blue Leo Knut’s eyes are?”

“Yes,” the six of them chorused.

Finn gave him a dreamy look. “Every single day.”

“When I first read this one, I thought I wrote it,” Dorcas said with a snort. “Someone give Marlene a raise. No reason why, I just love her.”

“Can we do that?” Sirius asked, looking toward the camera crew. “Can we lobby to give you guys raises? Because you definitely deserve it after all the bullshit you deal with to make these videos watchable, and Marlene, you’ve drawn the short end of the stick ninety percent of the time.”

“How?” she called off-screen.

“You have to actually talk to us and try to get answers.”

“Fair.”

Dorcas finished scribbling something down on her notepad. “Just making a note of this conversation for future reference. Moving on! Sirius Black and James Potter are a prime example of hockey husbands, and I adore them.”

“The ironic part of that is that we’re both in committed relationships, but we’re basically married,” James mused.

Remus shook his head. “You guys are so married. Lily wanted to get you matching rings for your birthday, Pots.”

“That would be so cool!” they said in perfect unison. Remus turned to the camera and spread his hands in a case in point motion.

Dorcas stifled her laughter before moving on. “This one is cute. Give Remus Lupin all the hugs! I feel like I could tell him he’s an inspiration and he’d be so nice about it—” She paused to glance up at them. “—this next bit is in parentheses: all the LGBT Lions give me that vibe, but Cap and Knutty are super intimidating so I wouldn’t have the guts.”

Leo’s face fell and Sirius’ eyebrows pitched. “I’m not intimidating!” Leo protested. “I thought we already went over that! Loops gives fantastic hugs, but I want some, too.”

“He definitely deserves all the hugs in the world, but I promise I’m nice,” Sirius said, a bit softer than usual. “Is it because we’re tall?”

Dorcas half-shrugged. “Probably. It’s a little startling at first. Oh, I could’ve written this one, too: The Venn diagram of men I trust and the Gryffindor Lions is a full circle.”

Talker beamed at the camera. “Thank you!”

“So many hockey guys are such douchebags,” Logan said with a shake of his head. “I’m really glad we don’t do that shit.”

“Me, too.” Dorcas slid her old card under her chair. “Sirius Black’s hair looks so soft and I just want to touch it so bad.”

“It is so soft,” Remus agreed immediately. “You have no idea.”

“Everyone wants to touch Cap’s hair,” Finn said, sighing. “It’s so majestic.”

“I need a haircut.”

“No, you don’t,” Remus said as he tugged a stray curl. Sirius hummed.

“This one is from the interview some you did with Jules and Katie: these hockey boys being so soft with kids is my aesthetic! Like, it’s just so adorable to see these big, intimidating dudes be so, so sweet! Love them all!” She turned the card for them to see. “And then they added a heart at the end.”

“It’s impossible to be around those kids and not be happy,” James said. “They’re just too cute and wonderful.”

“Yeah, I love kids.” Finn nodded. “Especially the Dumais and Jules. They’re a hoot.”

“Jules would die if he heard you say that,” Remus laughed. “The hero worship is still going strong with most of you.”

“This one made me laugh when I first read it, but it’s really sweet,” Dorcas informed them. “Anyone else feel like we were deceived these past five years into thinking Cap was this hard-ass man, when in reality he's a cuddle bug who definitely captures and releases spiders instead of squishing them?”

“You weren’t deceived, I was just closeted,” Sirius said. “Also, I absolutely squish spiders.”

Remus gave him a look. “No, you do not. That’s my job. I’m the catch and release person if I can get away with it.”

James shook his head. “The third week of practices you saw a spider and threw me at it.”

“You did what?” Finn asked.

“There was a spider in my stall,” Sirius sighed, looking as if he would rather be anywhere else. “And Pots and I were talking so I didn’t see it until I almost sat on it, and my brain decided the only logical thing to do would be to grab him and shove him toward the spider.”

“That was after you shrieked,” Talker added. “Like, literally shrieked. I’ve never heard anyone make a noise like that.”

“Alright, alright,” Sirius grumbled. “We get it, I don’t like spiders.”

Remus shrugged. “But you are a cuddle bug. They got that part right.”

“We’re in the final two!” Dorcas announced. “This one has some pictures to go with it, so it’s on my phone. Fuck Romeo and Juliet, I want what these bitches have.”

“It’s us!” Leo cooed as the phone made its way down the line. In the upper corner of the screen, the photo appeared—it had been taken in New York, and Logan’s whole face was alight with happiness as Leo and Finn each pressed a kiss to his cheek. The camera caught him mid-laugh, so his eyes were closed and his chin was tucked slightly into Finn’s Strand hoodie.

“That’s my screensaver,” Finn said with a grin, pulling his phone out and turning it toward the camera without moving away from Leo. “One of my favorites.”

“I forgot you took that one,” Logan murmured. He hooked his chin over Leo’s shoulder and kissed his cheek; the four others at the table gave soft are you seeing this? looks to the camera and Dorcas smiled.

“Pots, I think yours is next. I hate to break it to you, Talkie, but they didn’t get any of you and Noelle.”

“We don’t take a ton of pictures together,” Talker said as James took the phone. “I mean, we take a bunch of selfies, but we don’t live close enough to each other to actually post that often. What picture is it, J?”

James was staring down at the picture with an unbearably sweet expression. “It’s our wedding. That’s my favorite one, actually.”

Like Logan, they had been captured while laughing—Lily was bent slightly at the waist as James clapped, his glasses just as askew as the flower crown on her head. It was impossible to tell who had told the joke originally, but they were both radiant in the sunset.

“That’s a really good one,” Sirius said with an unreadable look on his face.

“Well, well, well, fancypants, you two got a video.” James wiggled his eyebrows and Remus leaned in to see.

“What kind of video? One of our tikt—oh. Oh, this is so cute.” He shifted his chair over as the short edit began to play. “D, who made this?”

“A fan.”

“It’s really impressive,” Sirius said without taking his eyes off the screen. The edit was a series of photos, both on and off the ice; Sirius knocking their helmets together, then Remus looking back over his shoulder, then both of them in the water playing chicken in the sun. It was a slideshow of their life and their love.

“Can you send that to me?” Remus asked when it was over. “Cause that’s super cool.”

“Sure thing. Are you guys ready for the last one?” When they all nodded, she drummed her fingers on the posterboard and cleared her throat. “Arthur appreciation hours. He deserves it after managing to control the team.”

A cheer went up—all seven stood and applauded, half-laughing and half-whooping. “Miracle worker!” Sirius called.

“Best coach in the league!” Finn added.

“Most tolerant man to ever walk the earth!” Remus raised his water in a toast and they tapped the plastic edges together, nearly spilling all over the table.

Dorcas’ eyes crinkled in a smile as she turned to the camera. “That’s it for today, Lions! Tune in next time for more content of our boys, and thank you for such wonderful comments!”

[laurenairay]

What Love Feels Like - S. Crosby

Summary: your boyfriend Sidney, the surprise romantic?

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: established relationship fluff, cheesy romance, essentially a 4+1

A/N: I’ve been in an absolute writing rut since before Christmas, so I just want to thank @danglesnipecelly​ for reminding me how much I love soft sexy sid 😘 also, how have I never written for him before?!

~

No-one ever said dating Sidney Crosby was going to be easy.

They also didn’t say how much of a romantic he was either.

It was like at every turn, he had a new way to make your heart beat a little faster, to make you face heat up warm, to make your stomach fill with butterflies. Whether it was buying your favourite sweet treats as a pick me up, or the kisses that would leave you breathless in passing, or even the way his tongue flicked at your bare body just right, Sidney always kept you on your toes.

But it was his words that affected you the most.

You hadn’t expected much verbal affection from him at the beginning of your relationship, the rumours of his hockey robot status the main thing you knew about him – but you were quickly proved wrong. Maybe it was the media training that kept him so hockey-bland in interviews, because the minute he wasn’t in hockey mode, he immediately turned sweet, suave and so sexy. And it wasn’t just flirting talk, to prelude to sex (although the first time he murmured all the things he wanted to do with you after the team event you were at, you almost lost your mind then and there) – it was the sweet loving statements that sent your heart pounding.

How could you ever have known about his way with words?

*

Today had been a stressful one. Work had been full-on without any warning, and you were just about done with people. You’d even hesitated when Sidney offered to cook you dinner at his house – but eventually the temptation of being pampered by your boyfriend had been too good to resist. Maybe he’d be able to turn your day around. It couldn’t hurt to try, right?

And as you suspected, Sidney had taken one look at the exhaustion on your face and ushered you to the sofa, only disappearing to come back with a large glass of wine for you.

“You are an absolute gem,” you groaned, tilting your head back to look up at him.

He just grinned, taking the silent cue for what it was and leaning down to kiss you gently. Yes, this was just what you needed.

And the evening had only gotten better from there. Sidney had made the two of you a simple but delicious coq au vin dinner (the recipe definitely came from Vero Fleury, and you knew that you would definitely need to text her your thanks later), followed by a chocolate tart that you swore was the best thing you’d ever tasted (that one was from a local bakery, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last time you’d get something from there now!). And all throughout the evening, Sidney had kept the conversation flowing, telling you hilarious stories of grumpy Geno and naïve rookies from the recent road trip he’d had, as well as about the cute dog that his neighbour had recently adopted, and you felt yourself relaxing more with each passing moment.

Sidney had indeed turned your day around just like you’d hoped.

After eating, Sidney had insisted on clearing the plates by himself, making you roll your eyes fondly but accept a gentle kiss as he walked past. You could at least get the two of you a fresh glass of wine each. You were tired, not incapable. So with that in mind, you picked up the two empty wine glasses and followed your boyfriend into the kitchen, opening the fridge to pick out the open bottle of white wine he’d opened earlier.

But just as you finished filling the glasses, you felt a pair of arms slide around you from behind, making you jump slightly, earning a soft laugh.

“Menace,” you complained fondly, putting the wine bottle down on the side.

“Couldn’t help myself, I needed you in my arms,” Sidney said simply, squeezing you in a little hug.

You leant back into his chest, smiling to yourself. How could you say no to that? The two of you stayed silent for a few more moments, just enjoying the comfort of this embrace, until Sidney sighed softly.

“You make me want things I didn’t think I could have,” Sidney murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

What the hell?

You spun around in his arms straight away, the frown on your face making Sidney laugh softly.

“What things? And who says you can’t have them?” you demanded.

“Always so protective,” he mused.

You batted at his chest, rolling your eyes. “I’m serious Sid! What do you mean, things you can’t have?”

He bit his bottom lip, making your frustration soften a little. This was something he’d really thought about, wasn’t it?

“I just…I never expected to find someone while I was still playing hockey,” Sidney started.

What the hell? He was just going to wait, until he eventually retired? What?! But as you opened your mouth to protest, Sidney pressed a finger to your lips, a fond smile on his.

“No, I know what I’m like. My routines are so set in stone, I’m away so often, I have so many more responsibilities as Captain and well, just because I’m me. I was told from a young age that anything other than hockey was a distraction. So I just…shelved the idea. Didn’t even let myself hope,” Sidney explained.

“Sid…that’s so sad,” you said softly, clutching at his sweater with both hands, “to just resign yourself to being lonely, I can’t…”

“Hey, it’s okay. I can’t say it hasn’t paid off with hockey,” he mused, “and besides…I met you, didn’t I?”

You bit your lip, your face heating up warm, Sidney’s hand rising to run a knowing thumb over your cheek.

“So I wasn’t a distraction?” you asked hopefully.

“Oh, you absolutely were,” Sidney said, laughing softly, making your heart sink a little. He saw your hesitant expression, and shook his head. “It was a distraction that I didn’t know I needed. You help me break out of my intensity, to separate the rink from home. Without you, I would just eat, breathe, sleep hockey, and meeting you made me realise that I can have hockey and love. You give me a reason to live, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that,”

You couldn’t stop the tears that sprung to your eyes, nor the smile that spread across your lips. “Sidney…” you murmured helplessly.

“Thank you. For making me whole. For making me a better person,” he said seriously, hand still cupping your face so you couldn’t do anything but look into his eyes.

Your heart clenched at his words, and there was nothing you could think of to say that needed to be added. So you just lifted your head and pressed your lips to his in a kiss that said everything.

*

A good run of games, with far more wins than losses, always put your boyfriend in a good mood. So good, that after the latest game, which was another win where he’d gotten 2 goals and 1 assist, he’d even suggested going out for drinks. You were more than happy to agree – not that you didn’t love your evenings in with him, but sometimes it was nice to go out and try something new, y’know? These plans quickly turned into a couples’ drinks with Kris and Catherine, and Geno and Anna, and the six of you ended up in a private booth in a fancy cocktail bar.

You’d immediately ordered some lethal manhattan cocktails with Anna and Cath, leaving the guys to their own devices as the three of you toasted to the success of the men in your lives. As you surveyed the bar around you, you felt yourself relax a little. This was exactly you needed, with exactly these people. These two women had welcomed you so quickly into the Better Halves group, and you couldn’t be more excited to spend time with just them. Well, them and your rapidly tipsy partners. 

It had only taken the three men a couple of hours to be giggling messes. 

Kris, the troublemaker that he was, had indulged Sidney’s sweet tooth with so many sugary cocktails, that he was already pretty far gone, eyes glassy and skin flushed. Sure, he was going to feel it tomorrow morning, but the fact that he actually got the chance to let go, to just relax with his just closest friends? That was the most important thing.

How often did Sidney get the chance to do that?

The six of you were still in the booth, Geno having just come back with a fresh round of cocktails, and Sidney was started to lean against you a little heavier, making you frown slightly.

“Hey, are you good?” you asked softly.

Sidney leaned back to look at you properly, hair a little ruffled and his top two buttons undone, distracting you slightly.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…and I’ve held the Stanley Cup three times,” Sidney slurred, his lips stretched in that beautiful crooked grin.

Kris, Cath, Geno and Anna all just burst into laughter, making you laugh too.

“I’m serious! The cup is so beautiful…but you, you are the most,” Sidney said firmly.

“He’s serious,” Kris snickered, “crisse Sid, what a romantic,”

The sarcasm just made Sidney pout. Bless him.

“Okay I think it’s time for some water,” you giggled.

“Oh no please, let him carry on. It’s been so long since drunk Sid made an appearance,” Kris grinned.

“Drunk Sid is most fun!” Geno added, nodding enthusiastically.

You looked back at your boyfriend to see him still smiling at you like the sun, and you couldn’t stop the butterflies erupting in your stomach. How were you supposed to react, when he looked at you so brilliantly? You didn’t have to look at Cath or Anna to know that they were smiling fondly at you – you’d had enough wine nights with them to know how sweet they thought Sidney was with you.

“He may be fun now, but he’s going to be an absolute grump tomorrow and you know it,” you mused, shaking your head.

“Won’t be grumpy,” Sidney insisted.

Oh jeez. “Yes you will,” you teased, “But you’re cute, so I’ll let it slide,”

“You think I’m cute?” Sidney said happily, before looking at his teammates, “she think I’m cute!”

That just sent Kris and Geno into fits of laughter again, making you sigh fondly. Oh he was definitely going to feel this tomorrow.

Worth it though.

*

The summer brought you back to Nova Scotia with Sidney. Well, you’d taken two weeks off work in August to be able to spend Sidney’s birthday with him, but you were so glad you did. Spending some proper time with his parents and with Taylor was so worth it, and you didn’t miss the little smiles he sent your way when he thought you weren’t looking – Sidney loved you being home with him just as much as you loved it.

The best part though, was definitely waking up to that sleepy morning sunlight, the lake only a stone’s throw away, Sidney warm and content and at peace. 

“Mm happy birthday Sid,” you murmured sleepily, curling further into his body.

“Shh, if my body doesn’t know that I’m getting older then I won’t get any more grey hairs,” Sidney groaned, not opening his eyes.

You just giggled, running a hand over his bare chest. What a drama queen.

“I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work like that, baby,” you teased, “you know I like your grey hair, the little grey of it that there is,”

What? You did!

Sidney lifted his head to look down at you incredulously. Of course that was what made him wake up properly.

“You like it?” he frowned.

“It makes you look…distinguished. It’s…sexy,” you shrugged. There was no reason to lie to him after all.

“Sexy?” he laughed, rolling his eyes.

Oh now that wouldn’t do. You slotted your leg between his thighs, moving to hover him slightly where he was lying on his back, waiting until he was looking at you properly. He swallowed heavily at the seriousness in your expression. Good.

“Yeah, Sid. It’s sexy,” you said softly, “you’re sexy. Clearly I need to tell you that more often,”

Sidney’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours as he processed your words.

“If I’m so sexy, then why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

The desire in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help but to grin. You leant your head down to kiss him softly, leaning up on your elbow for a better angle. Sidney groaned softly at the sweet kiss, one hand sliding into your hair with the other resting on your waist. You kept the kiss slow, gentle, intense, with only light brushes of your tongue, taking your time to enjoy yourself. You loved early mornings like this, when it was just the two of you with nothing to do for hours, and today you had nowhere to be until well into the afternoon, so you were going to indulge yourself with these kisses while you could.

Eventually you broke away, lips feeling as swollen as Sidney’s looked. Wow.

“Is that better?” you mused, stroking the hair at his template.

“Hmm, I don’t know. That’s all I get?” he murmured, “on my birthday?”

Tease. You licked your bottom lip, Sidney’s eyes flashing darker, and you rolled off of him, tugging your sleep-top over your head and lying down sultrily on your back. Sidney’s eyes immediately fell to your bare chest, yours flicking down to the hard line of his cock in his boxers, before you grinned.

“Get over here birthday boy…” you purred.

Sidney didn’t waste another second.

*

Sometimes things weren’t perfect. Sometimes Sidney had a string of bad games where he got too much into his own head. Sometimes he wouldn’t communicate in any more than a couple of words or grunts. Sometimes you had to prioritise a work deadline over time with him. Sometimes things between the two of you were extremely tense until one (or most often, both) of you cracked and talked it out.

But that’s what made your relationship work – the talking. Being with Sidney meant being in such a mature adult relationship, and it was refreshing to be able to work through things with a guy that wasn’t just going to fly off the handle or sulk around. Sure, Sidney had his faults, but he always tried not to take his frustrations out on you. You knew that the highs of dating a hockey superstar came with the lows too – you knew that when you agreed to go on that very first date way back when, but he’d proved time and time again that he was worth it. He was always worth it.

Right now, Sidney…no, the Penguins had been on a bad luck streak, and you could see the pressure piling up on your boyfriend, from management, from the press, from the fans, from himself. But not from you. There was no way you were going to add to his stress, not when he needed your support more than anything.

And you knew he appreciated more than anything else.

Like today, for example.

Sidney had turned up at your apartment a couple of hours earlier than you thought, having come straight from the airport rather than going to his house first, just looking bone-tired. So you’d immediately drawn him a bath with your favourite lavender-vanilla bath bubbles, Sidney insisting that you join him too.

Well, you weren’t going to deny him that.

So that’s where the two of you were now, you lying between Sidney’s legs, your back leaning against his chest, your hands clutching at his forearms where his arms were wrapped around you.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

You just smiled softly, tilting your head back to press a kiss to his jaw before leaning into him again.

“I’m just sorry we’re doing this in my shitty apartment rather than your lovely bathroom,” you shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter whether we’re at your place or mine. You’ve always felt like home,” Sidney murmured.

Oh god, if your heart could be any more full it would be. Wow.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” you said softly, not wanting to break the moment, “I’ll always be here for you,”

Sidney smiled into your neck, pressing the lightest of kisses into your skin, making you shiver despite the temperate of the water.

“I mean it, you are my home and I couldn’t be more grateful. You’ve shown me what love feels like, sweetheart,” Sidney murmured, “I love you,”

You tried desperately to blink away the tears that sprung to your eyes, squeezing his hands. “I love you too Sid. So much,” you whispered.

As his arms held you a little tighter and he buried his face in your neck a little more, you knew there was nowhere else you would rather be.

*

Another morning, another day waking up in Sidney’s arms. No matter how many roadtrips he went on, countless by the point, it still felt weird sleeping in your own bed without him. Your apartment felt cold, felt empty, despite it holding all your possessions, but you knew that was just because it didn’t have him in it. When he was home in Pittsburgh, whether it was in your apartment or at his house, you had never slept better than when you were with him. You could only hope he felt the same.

“Good morning,” Sidney said softly, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Good morning,” you replied, smiling up at him.

He smiled back, leaning over to press a few gentle kisses to your lips before leaning back.

“That was a real serious face you had a moment ago,” Sidney said, lying on his side with his head propped up with his hand.

Busted. “I was just thinking,” you shrugged.

“What are you thinking about?” he mused.

“Nothing much. Just…”

You trailed off, biting your bottom lip. Sidney’s hand slid to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your trapped lip until you let it free.

“Just…” he prompted.

“I could get used to waking up beside you,” you blurted,

Sidney’s face looked a little stunned. Damn it. Was that too much?

But then his face shifted into the biggest smile you’d ever seen, making your hopeful heart beat a little faster.

“Why don’t we make that a reality?”

W-What?

Sidney saw the confusion in your expression and hesitated, before turning and reaching into the bedside drawer beside him. He paused slightly, as he grabbed whatever it was, making your heart beat a little faster. What was going on? But after a couple of beats, he rolled back over to face you, hand clenched in a fist.

“Move in with me?” he murmured.

He opened his fist, revealing a shiny key, making your jaw drop a little. Oh wow.

“For real?” you whispered, eyes not moving from the key.

“Yeah, for real,” Sidney mused, although you could hear the strain of nerves in his voice, “I would really love for this to be your home too. You already have a ton of your clothes here as well as make-up and your shower stuff…so why don’t we make this full time?”

You choked out a laugh – he did have a point there.

But was it too soon?

No.

“If it makes a difference, I’ve wanted to ask you for months,” Sidney admitted.

“You have?” you asked, surprised.

“Yeah, sweetheart. You’re it for me,” he said simply.

He really did have such a way with words.

“I would love to, Sid,” you said softly.

“Yeah?” he grinned,

“Yeah. I want to build this life with you. So let’s do this,” you nodded.

Sidney whooped, making you giggle, and he dropped the key into the bedsheets in favour of pressing a deep kiss to your lips. Yeah, you could get used to this.

#my writing #sidney crosby #i love soft sexy sid so much #i want this SO bad #sidney crosby fic #sidney crosby fanfiction #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby x reader #hockey writing #hockey fic #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction #nhl writing #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #4+1

[myhockeyworld87]

Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 27

Word Count: 3,429

POV:  Reader

Warngings: Language, NSFW, Smut

Notes:  Here we are again. I think you all might kill me in future chapters so for now, let’s enjoy this one...haha. As always love your feedback and Happy Reading! Let me know what you guys think.

Not So Dangerous Liaison Masterlist

It was less than two weeks after your conversation with Mario that you and Sid were traveling to Los Angeles for the All Star game. Geno and Anna were supposed to be with you, but because of an injury, they had to back out. It was better for him to rest up anyhow. For Sid, it was more work than fun, though he did have a more carefree attitude than when he's normally on the ice. The two of you did sneak in some nice alone time over the few days.

Once you were back in Pittsburgh, it was business as normal. Well, maybe normal wouldn't be the right word for you, as you were busy helping with the Stadium series game that would take place at the end of February against the Flyers. Your hours were a little later when you were in town, which Sid didn't mind as he just spent extra time on the ice or watching films while he waited for you. You insisted that you could just take separate cars, but he wouldn't hear of it. It was really quite cute of him. 

The days leading up to the game were packed. The guys were doing media and squeezing in practices with their new equipment, while you worked behind the scenes with the rest of the crew setting things up. You wanted Heinz Field to feel just like PPG Arena did for them. The weather had everyone in a tither as Pittsburgh had got a bit of a warm front. Days leading up to the game saw temperatures in the seventies which was almost unheard of, for a February in Pennsylvania. In fact, on the day of the family skate, you were all literally wearing jeans and lightweight sweaters as you stood around watching the guys practice. 

"Will you hold Scar for me?" Vero asked. You were watching the guys practice with the ladies today, instead of by the bench. It was a rare occurrence that you got to take a game in with them, so it was a nice change of pace. She handed baby Scarlett off to you while she bent down and put on Estelle's skates. 

"Hello, sweetness," you said to the one-and-a-half-year-old, kissing her little cheeks in the process. "Do you see daddy out there?" You pointed out where Marc Andre was and Scarlett smiled. 

"Hi, daddy!" She yelled, but you weren't entirely sure he could hear her, as he was all the way down in net. "Unc Sid!" She exclaimed when Sidney came by and tapped on the glass. 

"Hi Scar!" He waved at her then gave you a look. One you weren't entirely sure you'd ever seen, before skating away leaving you to wonder what was going through his head. Practice ended soon thereafter and you all joined the guys out on the ice. Though most of them shed their pads due to the heat of the afternoon sun. 

"Ice looked a little slushy," you commented to Sid when he skated over to you.

"It's not bad. They said the temperature's supposed to drop tonight and tomorrow so we'll be ok. Come on." He grabbed your hand pulling you out onto the ice with him. It was something you still weren't comfortable doing. Sid could literally skate circles around anyone, while you still had to concentrate if you wanted to go backward. He recognized that and always made sure he held onto you so that you wouldn't fall. "You looked good out there." He said offhandedly as you made your way around the now shiny surface of the ice.

"Huh? I wasn't doing anything. I'm pretty sure I should be saying that to you."

"That's not what I meant."

"Obviously," you said hitting him playfully and losing your balance at the same time. Sid righted you with ease so that to the casual onlooker they never would've seen you stumble. 

"I meant holding Scarlett."

"Oh well, she's easy to love that's for sure. I'm going to miss them when they go." With the expansion team coming to Vegas, it was already widely known within the team that Flower would be the member they would choose. It was crushing, not only to you but to Sid as well. Your friendship with the Fleury's was one of the things you both treasured most; they were the reason you were with Sid right now. And while they would always be some of your best friends' things wouldn't be the same in Pittsburgh without them. 

"I know," Sid replied wistfully. "But we've still got them for now." You skated around a few more times, before he let you go, only so that he could wrap his arms around your midsection and skate with you from behind. It was definitely intimate and you were surprised with all the media around that Sid was into such a public display of affection. Sure there had been the parades, but usually, he tried to keep your relationship out of the public eye if he could. "I just think you really looked good." He whispered in your ear.

"You've seen me in this outfit before."

"Not that, you know…" You had to crane your neck back to look at him, but you noticed he was turning a bit red and it had nothing to do with the unseasonably warm temperatures. "Holding Scarlett." He finally spit out. "It makes me think about having our own."

"OH!" The word came out a little louder than you intended. Of course, Sid had confessed that he wanted kids with you. It just seemed like something that was further away in the future and not something that he'd been thinking about recently. 

"I know you're going to tell me it's too soon, and maybe you're right. I just can't help but think about it on days like today." You looked around then, watching all the guys skate with their significant others, some with kids while others had kids on the way. You could see the allure. As the two of you continued to glide around the ice, you let your mind wander to what it would be like. It was easy to picture, especially after watching Sid this summer with his Little Penguins camp. He'd be holding your son's or daughter's hands, much like Flower was doing now with Estelle, helping them navigate the ice. When Sid's hands tightened around your waist you couldn't stop yourself from wondering what it would feel like to be growing his child inside you. You found yourself relaxing more into Sid's embrace as you daydreamed about your future. 

"It's definitely a nice picture," you finally sighed, letting him know that you weren't opposed to the idea.

"Yeah, yeah it is." His voice took on a dreamy quality and you knew he was imagining the same thing as you. It seemed like one minute you were caught up in your little fantasy and the next you guys were having to leave the ice and it was back to reality. Not that your reality was a bad one, you still had Sid and for now, that's all you needed. 

Sid was right temperatures definitely cooled down. By game time the following day, it was barely thirty degrees and falling. You were bundled up in a coat with the team logo on it along with a matching tossle cap on your head. Sid had been mad that you hadn't worn the one all the ladies got with their guys' number on it, but you had insisted that when you were on the clock you were rooting for the entire team and not just him. At the moment you were wishing you had it so that you could put it on top of your current one. Your teeth were chattering and you kept bouncing on the balls of your feet to keep you warm. 

Midway through the first Sid scored, which had you jumping up and down and cheering along with the team as well as the thousands of fans in the stadium. It did little to help get you warm and you were practically running to the locker room tunnel by end of the first. You grabbed a cup of hot tea while the players went over the first period and where they could make improvements. It went pretty much the same way in the second, even though Nick Bonino scored early the Flyers were able to cut the lead in half with a goal from Jakub Voracek. Again, you raced off to get warm as soon as the horn sounded. 

Your feet were numb by the time Cully scored a goal early in the third, and though the Flyers scored on a power play, Chad Ruhwedel sealed the Pens victory with over five minutes left in play. The stadium erupted with the win, though it did little to warm you up. You stayed long enough to watch the team skate around in their little victory lap, then headed back down to the nice warm locker room. 

Of course, Sid had to do media, which meant you were there even longer. He was afforded the luxury of a nice hot shower before the two of you headed home. "Can you please turn the heat up?" you whined once you were in the car. "I'm freezing."

"It was a bit cold out there, eh?" Sid commented as he turned the heat on your side of the vehicle to max. 

"Ya think? I thought I was going to freeze to death when the snow started to fly."

"Babe, it's all part of outdoor hockey." He grabbed one of your hands in his. "Fuck, you are cold. You should've worn thermals or something."

"Trust me I will next time. I think it's just worse because of how beautiful it was yesterday."

"Well, as soon as we get home, we'll get you in the tub."

"Uh, yes, please." The ride through the city, while mostly traffic free, seemed endless. 

"Head upstairs, babe and I'll bring you up a cup of tea as soon as I get rid of my gear." Not having to be told twice, you made your way up to your shared master bath and started running the water. You hated stripping out of your clothes, as it felt like the only warmth your body had at the moment but as soon as your toes touched the steaming water, you sighed as the warmth heated your skin. You were fully immersed up to your neck by the time Sid came up with a steaming mug full of tea. "Better?"

"A little," you answered taking a sip of the drink he'd prepared perfectly for you before setting it back down on the ledge of the tub. "Still a bit chilly." 

"Well in that case." Sid started to strip out of his clothes. Divesting himself of his suit that he'd worn to the game. He folded it over the chair you used to put your makeup on, so that it didn't get any wrinkles, then made his way over to you and the tub. "Scooch up, babe." You did and he scooted in behind you, easing you back against him once he was comfortable in the water. His arms wrapped around you instantly and you felt engulfed in his heat. "This better?"

"Mmm much." You were completely content wrapped up in your boyfriend's arms with the water lapping around you both, so you rested your head against his chest. "You played really well tonight," you mused shutting your eyes and just giving yourself over to the warmth that was Sid.

"It was a lot of fun. I love playing outdoors. It's so authentic." Only Sid would put it like that, but you knew what he meant. "Though I wish you would've dressed warmer baby."

"I'm fine now." You took another long sip of tea, the temperature perfect. 

Sid kissed your temple. "Good, can't have you getting sick on me." 

"God no, I'll have to sleep in the guest room, if that happens."

"Why?"

"I'm not going to be responsible for getting the star player sick." You told him, turning your head so that you could look him in the eye. "You will not be missing a game because of me."

"I'd still probably end up missing a game because I wouldn't be able to sleep without you in our bed." His arms tightened around you, almost as if you were going to run off to the guest room right then. "But we're not worrying about that now, because we are definitely sleeping in the same bed tonight." His lips captured yours then, stealing your breath away and heating your body all the way to your core. You could feel his erecting grow against you as the kiss went on. It was nothing to reach behind you and wrap your fingers around his length. He moaned into your mouth, before gently sucking on your bottom lip as he broke the kiss. "You know two can play that game." His hand stole down your stomach and slipped between your folds, the water making it easy for him to caress you there. Your hand stuttered on his cock as he slid two fingers into you. Sid took the opportunity to grab your wrist with his free hand so that you could no longer manipulate him as you liked. "Lean your head back and enjoy this for a bit."

"But…"

"We'll get to that." He told you as he settled you against him once again. He shimmied his legs so that they were in between yours but only for a moment so that he could spread yours wide; your legs now splayed on either side of his. Sid's fingers continued to toy with your pussy, alternating between pumping in and out of you and rubbing circles on your clit, while his other hand tweaked your nipples into taut little peaks. Before you knew it you were panting with need, the chill of the evening game completely forgotten as Sid stoked a fire deep within you. His lips came down on the nape of your neck, his tongue driving you wild just as his fingers were. It was all too much as the water gently lapped at your skin. You felt your body gently rise into his touch, yet he held you firm working you towards that peak you craved. It didn't take long for your orgasm to hit. It washed over you like a wave cresting on the sand as your body trembled, this time not from the cold but the pleasure of Sid's touch. "You're so fucking sexy when you cum." His warm breath sent a shiver down your spine.

You were so sated you almost didn't want to move, but then you wanted him to experience the same ecstasy that you'd just felt. "We should…" you went to tell him that you should move to the bed but Sid had other plans.

"We'll be fine here, just kneel for a second." Your legs were already on either side of him, so it wasn't hard. He adjusted himself a bit, sitting more upright in the tub, before bending his knees slightly for you to lean against. You turned your head to the side to see him stroke himself a couple times, before lining himself up with your pussy. "Now just come back a little." You did as instructed; your pussy engulfing his cock as you basically sat reverse cowgirl on him. With his knees bent you leveraged yourself against them and started to ride his cock. "Fuck baby, you feel so good." His hands were on your hips making sure you wouldn't slip in the tub, but controlling your pace as well. 

Water sloshed against the sides of the tub, some of it spilling over the sides. "Oh shit," you moaned out knowing that you were making a mess of the bathroom floor. 

Sid could see where your thoughts were going. "Forget it, (Y/N). We'll get it later." He accentuated his words by thrusting up deep inside you. The action making you groan with desire. "That feel good, baby?"

"Yes," you cried out as he hit your g-spot again. "Right there," you panted and he hit the spot over and over again until you were convulsing around him in your second climax. 

"Jesus, (Y/N)," Sid moaned as your pussy gripped him like a vice. The grip he had on your hips tightened as he rammed into your cunt. He was so close to falling off the edge and cumming with you but he wanted to hold off, make it last longer, give you one more orgasm before he sought his own pleasure. Sid slowed his thrusts then, as you relaxed momentarily against his knees. "So fucking beautiful." It took you a moment to catch your breath before you started to move again. His thrusts weren't as deep as before, giving you a moment's reprieve before he went at it again. You knew Sid, knew he could keep up this leisurely pace all night if he wanted. The water was cooling though, and even though your body was still on fire after two orgasms you had no wish to be cold again. It was then that you decided to move your hips, rocking in a motion that you knew would drive him wild. And it did. It wasn't long before he was bucking up into you again. The water going everywhere now. Some of it even hitting his designer suit which rested across the room on the chair. "Fuck, (Y/N)," he hissed out and you could tell he wouldn't last much longer at this pace. He let one hand snake around to your clit. His fingers applying just the right amount of pressure there, as he rubbed circles into the little nub. 

"Sid, I'm gonna…"

"Yes, baby, yes," he groaned on the verge of hitting his peak as well. You were both there with a few thrusts. His hot cum filling you up as you quaked around him. The pleasure so intense you swore you saw stars. Sid collapsed against the back of the tub and while you wanted to follow, the position you were in did not make it that easy. It took a little maneuvering on both your parts, but soon you were back to lounging against Sid.

"We should get out." The water was definitely cooled now and this time you shivered from it.

"You still cold?"

"A little."

"Well, let's get you in bed then." The towel you had laid out was completely soaked, so you just laid it across the floor as you moved to get out of the tub. "Careful," Sid warned as you stepped out onto the shiny marble floor. You moved quickly yet cautiously to the cabinet and grabbed both of you a towel while laying down a few more to soak up the water. 

You'd just finished wrapping the fluffy white towel around your body when Sid scooped you up and headed towards the bedroom. "Sid, stop! I need to clean up that mess."

"It'll dry." He must have been anticipating how the night would go for the bed was already turned down as he placed you in the middle of the mattress. He scooted in behind you, discarding his towel in one swift motion, before sweeping the covers over both of you. His hands made quick work of ridding you of the wet cloth that was helping you dry. "They say body heat is the fastest way to warm someone up."

"Hmm, is that so," you said turning in his embrace. 

"Mmmhmm. I'm sure I read it somewhere."

"I'm sure you did. I'm just wondering what else this book said."

His hands were roaming up and down your back and gliding across the globes of your ass. "Oh, lots more."

You kissed his neck wanting to return the favor he had given you a while ago, then you moved to his chest before saying, "such as?" You continued your path downward over Sid's abs.

"I'm sure there was…" he sucked in a breath as you placed a warm kiss on his pelvis. "Fuck I can't think of a word." 

You grinned up at him from beneath the covers. "Let me see if I can make you forget all together." Sid lost all train of thought as your lips connected with his cock. The night continued on like that for a few more hours before the two of you were so sated you could do nothing but sleep. 

#Sidney Crosby #not so dangerous liaison series #nsdl #Sidney Crosby smut #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby imagines #Pittsburgh Penguins imagine #Pittsburgh Penguins imagines #hockey smut #hockey imagine #hockey fanfic #nhl smut #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fanfic

[rocohen20]

Pod Fic: 1988

I like to listen to podfics a lot. And I’m prone to listen to the long ass ones. This post consist of my ablosute favourite Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews podfics. Most of those I have downloaded to my phone and I listened to them too many times, to the point that whole lines pop in my mind from time to time, with the exact way the nerator said them. Every story there is really is the best. I hope you’d enjoy it. 

-[Podfic of] This Love Is Be and End All, by exmanhater, 22:17 minutes

[The written work has been deleted]

Because of an blackhawks book club competition, Jonny goes to the local library and there he meets librarin Patrick.

-[Podfic of] For they are rain upon the binding dust of earth, by exmanhater, 23:39 minutes

[Original written work: For they are rain upon the binding dust of earth, by ingenius, 3,966 words]  

Times when Patrick cried during sex. I really like their relationship in this.

-[Podfic] fight or run, you're just getting older, by AshesandGhost, 28:36 minutes

[The written work is not available]

Beta Patrick imprinted on human Jonny as his alpha within the first week of meeting him. The story is about him trying to cope with that.

-5 things everyone really didn't need to know about kaner and tazer's sex life, thanks by grim_lupine [Podfic] , by Rhea314 (Rhea), 37:33 minutes

[The written work is not available]

the team finds way too much about Patrick and Jonathan’s sex life.

-a light-handed approach to regulation by hazel [Podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 03:37:19 hours

[Original written work: a light-handed approach to regulation, by hazel, 34,078 words]

Alpha Patrick is drafted to the team with Omega Jonny. It leads to a lot of false assumptions. 

-[Podfic] Highly Sticked, by marianas, 21:38 minutes

[Original written work: Highly Sticked, by orphan_account, 3,984 words]

Patrick wants to measure the team’s packages, but mainly he wants to measure Jonny’s.

-It's a Love Story, Baby, Just Say Yes by Svmadelyn [Podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 03:33:21 hours

[Original written work: It's a Love Story, Baby, Just Say Yes, by svmadelyn, 34,053 words]

Patrick kane has feeling for Jonny, he tries to fuck them away.

-Like Other Girls, by smoulderandbraids, 01:33:30 hours

[Original written work: Like Other Girls, by BlackEyedGirl, 14,212 words]

This amazing fic is about pat and her relationship with the media and the team. I really recommand listening to the podfic version. Special guests: girl!Sidney Crosby, girl!Tyler Seguin.

There is also a fanart for this fic that I think is fabulous: Like Other Girls art, by essouffle

-[Podfic of] Savoy Truffle, by thisissirius, 47:02 minutes

[Original written work is not available. There is another Podfic version that I did not listened to it, if you are interested]

Patrick goes back to baking after madison, Jonny found his secret and enjoyed it since.

-Say It With Flowers by Hazel [Podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 47:33 minutes

[Original written work: say it with flowers , by hazel, 6,741 words]

Patrick can speak to flowers. 

-Scattered Pieces of My Mind [Podfic] , by speakingwosound (sev313), 02:28:16 hours

[Original written work: Scattered Pieces of My Mind, by orphan_account, 22,581 words]

 after a gay sex tape scandal Patrick gets traded to the Pittsburgh Penguins.

- [Podfic] Tour de Force, by marianas, 02:09:26 hours

[Original written work is not available]

Patrick writes a book during the offseason after the madison incident. This book became a smashing hit. I love this story so much, and what I liked the most about it is the writing process of Patrick.

-yet we will make him run [PODFIC], by Opalsong, 04:14:06 hours

[Orignal written work is not available]

Lit major Patrick kane befriends the captain of The Chicago Blackhawks. This fic is amazing, I love this story so much and I heard the whole fic so many times.

-Keep You On My Arm [PODFIC], by bessyboo, 39:17 minutes

[Original written work: Keep You On My Arm, by rsadelle, 6,732 words]

The team started to go to gay bars. Jonathan keeps pretending to be Patrick’s boyfriend.

-Drawing Lines In The Palm of Your Hand [PODFIC], by Opalsong, 02:21:03 hours

[Original written work is not available anymore] 

The story follows genderqueer Pat. This story was really interesting. 

-Shot right through with a bolt of blue by mermaid [podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 05:32:04 hours

[Original written work: Shot right through with a bolt of blue, by mermaid, 54,722 words]

When Jonny is a little kid he discovered that he could shoot fire out of his eyes, ever since he tried to bury it deep inside.

-Our Family or Whatever by Rsadelle [Podfic], by Rhea314 (Rhea), 09:56 minutes

[Original written work: Our Family or Whatever , by rsadelle, 1,550 words]

Jonny finds out that Patrick is a dad, and he helps him with the child

-we like to get our kicks in this one way [PODFIC], by Opalsong, 04:16:15 hours

[Orignal written work: we like to get our kicks in this one way, by nebulia, 21,929 words (5 works)]

This is a collection of stories from girls of the NHL. The first few parts are about Patrick/Jonny.

-[Podfic of] According to Plan, by exmanhater, 14:41 minutes

[Original written work: According to Plan , by rsadelle, 2,546 words]

Patrick needs to speak to Jonny about their life plan.

-[Podfic] chicago is so two years ago, by AshesandGhost, 46:26 minutes

[Original written work: chicago is so two years ago, by Fireblasts, 8,839 words]

Jonahan and Patrick both adopted a dog at the same day, and named it after the other. That leads to freaky stuff.

-[Podfic of] Write Our Names On the Wall, by exmanhater, 01:31:55 hours 

[Original written work: Write Our Names On the Wall, by twentysomething, 15,995 words]  

always a girl Patrick and Jonathan start to sleep together. It’s eventually leads to feelings.

-[Podfic of] The Limited Circle, by exmanhater, 34:09 minutes

[Original work is not available anymore]

Jonny is an introvert, Patrick doesn’t mind that at all. The intimacy there is really good.

-[Podfic of] Space Kaner, by exmanhater, 18:05 minutes

[Original written work is not available anymore]

Star Trek! AU. You don’t need to know anything about Star Trek. The story is really funny and light-hearted.

-[Podfic] You Give Love a Bad Name, by AshesandGhost, 20:59 minutes

[Original written work is not available anymore]

Jonny is a sex-column consulted. He have a crush for the worker in his go-to sex shop.

-[Podfic of] Dealing with Dragons (Hockey RPF Style), by exmanhater, 13:20 minutes

 [Original written work: Dealing with Dragons AU, by orphan_account]

When Patrick needs to marry he runs away and started to live with a dragon. This story is humorous and fun.

-[Podfic of] something old, something new, by exmanhater, 01:51:24 hours

[Original written work: something old, something new, by longtime_lurker, 19,419 words]

Always a girl! Patty takes teammate Jonny to her sister’s wedding to save face. 

-[Podfic of] our song is the way you laugh, by exmanhater, 59:06 minutes

[Original written work: our song is the way you laugh, by orphan_account, 9,951 words]

In order to get up on Sharpy, Jonny convinces Patrick to fake a relationship with him.

-[Podfic of] Racy, by exmanhater, 31:50 minutes

[Original written work: Racy, by Lenore, 5,245 words]

After an ill-advised decision of drunk Patrick, he can’t look in Jonny’s direction without thinking of that said decision.

-[Podfic of] three hundred sandwiches, by exmanhater, 01:25:18 hours

[Original written work is not available anymore]

Patrick is making three hundred sandwiches for Jonny, maybe then he would get his man. 

-[Podfic of] Somewhere Only We Know, by exmanhater, 02:17:00 hours

[Original written work: Somewhere Only We Know, by jezziejay, 21,705 words]

Patrick is having an existential criris on his 28 birthday. I love the feelings in this story and the pacing.

-[Podfic of] Kiss and Ride on the CTA, by exmanhater, 52:39 minutes

[Original written work is not available anymore]

Patrick hates the regular guy he sees on his mornin comute. Ben Smith took it upon himself to change it. 

-[Podfic of] the days are young, by exmanhater, 42:49 minutes

[Original written work is not available anymore]

After the 2010 Olympic Patrick feels like Jonny is hiding something from him, he tries to figure out what.

 -[Podfic of] The slowest spark is a breather, by exmanhater, 13:05 minutes

[Original written work is not available anymore]

When Patrick was in the bathroom Sharpy dicked around in his phone contacts. This leads to an embarrassing situation.

-[Podfic of] Orbital Resonance, by exmanhater, 07:39:08 hours

[Original written work: Orbital Resonance, by joyfulseeker & thefourofswords, 80,825 words]

Patrick and Jonny started to have threesomes with different girls. This leads to feelings and more.

-[Podfic] I've Got A Feeling (I Hope You're Feeling It Too), by RsCreighton, 01:43:36 hours

[Original written work: I've Got A Feeling (I Hope You're Feeling It Too), by textbookchoices, 14,746 words]

Patrick wants to be in Jonny’s pack when they grew up. In order to do that he would have to be a beta. This story is so good and emotional.

-[Podfic] Black Lettering, by RsCreighton, 01:09:18 hours

[Original written work: Black Lettering, by textbookchoices, 10,472 words]

name-on-the-wrist soulmate au.

-[Podfic of] Sign it with your heart, by exmanhater, 56:22 minutes

[The original written work is not available for now]

High school AU where nerd Patrick started to tutor Jock Jonny.

-[Podfic of] you ruined everything in the best way, by exmanhater, 01:30:23 hours

[Original written work: you ruined everything in the best way, by thisissirius, 14,663 words]

When Brendon is de-aged into a kid it’s up to Patrick and Jonny to take care of him. This leads to different decisions.

 -[Podfic of] call it magic, by exmanhater, 59:22 minutes

[Original written work: call it magic, by thundersquall, 10,640 words]

Patrick is turned into a faerie.

GOOD LISTENING TO EVERYONE!

#fan fiction #podfic #podfiction recommendation #Fan Fiction Recommendation #ao3 #Patrick Kane #Jonathan Toews #Patrick Sharp #enjoy