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tyzerman91 · 7 years

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Never Let You Go

Request: Hi honey can I ask for Sidney Crosby imagine, please? where he gets jealous and end up making it up to you kissing you not to let you go and he cries and stuff, please?💛 ps. Don't stop writing you're doing awesome 🔥

A/N: First off, thank you!! You’re very nice to me. (And every time I say this..er, type this I think of Goon, anyways...) But seriously, I love you guys.

Second (and please don’t hate me) but as I’ve mentioned before, I’m not really a Penguins fan so if I ever get anything wrong let me know. (Side note, I actually really enjoyed writing about Sid...IDK why because I’m really not a fan. Let’s not tell my main team or side team or other side team this).

Lastly, I hope this fits what you were asking for.

Word Count: 1570

You had been dating Sidney for 2 years. You met, by accident, at a Pittsburg/Washington game. You were trying to find your way out of the PPG Paints Arena and got lost. Ok, well lost is an understatement. Whoever directed you down the hall and to the left needed to be fired. Amid your confusion, you ran, literally, into Sidney.

“Lost?” He held a hand out to help you up?

“What gave it away?” You asked sarcastically. “The deer in the headlights look or the jersey?”

“Both of those are very good points, but neither.” He smiled. “You’re headed to the locker room and unless we added someone to our roster, you’re not on it.”

He offered to help you find your way, to which you gladly accepted you had been walking around for at least an hour. He made small talk, asking what brought you to the game if you enjoyed the game, little things. It didn’t take long to make it to your car, you seriously needed help with your directional skills, and with a quick ‘thanks’ you began your drive home to DC.

You don’t know how he did it, you’re not sure you even want to know, but somehow, he found where you worked. You put it down to the fact that somewhere in your office, someone was a fan and helped, at least that’s what you told yourself the first day the flowers showed up.

Every day for three weeks a new bouquet of flowers would show up. The same message on the card.

Thinking of you, Sid

Sure, it was a little weird you’d only talked to the guy for 20 minutes one time. But it was also super sweet. You’d been in serious relationships and never gotten flowers just because. So, you embraced it.

Then on the Monday that marked the 4th week, the message changed. This time it wasn’t a printed message, this time it was a hand-written message on a card attached to the vase.

(Y/N),

This is going to sound crazy because it probably is you probably don’t even remember me, but I can’t stop thinking about you. You’ve been running through my mind since the night at the arena where you got lost. I didn’t get a chance to ask then, so I’m asking now-

I’d really like to take you out for dinner. I know you’re busy with work (I did a little research and found you, I hope that isn’t too weird) and it’s the middle of the season for me, but I think we could find the time. I can even come to you.

You can call me. Or text me, if you prefer. My number is XXX-XXX-XXX.

-Sid (From Pittsburg, I play for the Penguins #87 just in case you don’t remember me)

You did eventually text him. Why? You don’t have the slightest clue.

To #87: Hey, it’s (Y/N). Thank you for the flowers, they are lovely.

From #87: Not at lovely as you.

From #87: Is this you agreeing to dinner?

From #87: Or telling me to get lost?

To #87: I’m free Wednesday.

That was the first of many, many dates. Date number 87 (which happened to be after they lost to the Rangers in the playoffs and his jersey number) he asked you to officially be his girlfriend.

Spoiler: You said yes.

And you’ve been with him since. It’s been nothing short of amazing. The following year he led his team to the Championship (again) only this time they went all the way. You were right beside him the whole way and couldn’t have been happier. You didn’t think you could ever be prouder of him, then he went is repeated history.

It was the second round of the playoffs and really the worst thing that could happen happened. Pittsburg was playing Washington.

You loved Sidney. But Washington was your home team. So, to prevent any altercations, you just didn’t wear any jersey to the games.

“I know, for some god-awful reason, Washington is your favorite team. But seriously (Y/N), you’re my girlfriend. I don’t see why would won’t just wear my jersey?” Sid was seething.

“We talked about this Sid. I love you and I support you. But Washington is my home team. I support them too.” You sighed. You didn’t understand why he was getting so upset.

“You might as well wear fucking Wilson’s jersey then, (Y/N)!” He stormed off. The rational part of you said you should just suck it up and put your Penguins jersey on, but the other part (and let’s face it the more dominant part) of you wanted to give him a reason to be mad. So, you walked into your closet and pulled your Wilson jersey off the hanger.

You sat in your seat. It was your favourite spot, right next to the bench next to the glass. You loved being close to the action. As the game progressed you got more and more worried. Sidney was pissed, the team was pissed, hell you were pissed and that’s saying something because Washington was winning. You really should be happy.

Washington won 5-2 pushing the series to game 7.

You were outside the locker rooms waiting for Sidney when Tom walked out.

“Hey (Y/N).” He greeted you.

“Good game tonight Wilson.”

“Thanks.” He shrugged. “But, uh, shouldn’t you be wearing-“

“I’d rather not talk about it.” You wave him off. “Don’t worry, my boys will get you next game.”

“We’ll see.” He laughs and gives you a hug.

“Get your hands off my girlfriend before I remove them for you,” Sidney growls from behind you. “Now.”

Tom releases you and send you an apologetic look before turning around and leaving.

Sidney brushes past you and begins to walk to the exit, you have to run to catch up with him.

“What the hell?” You ask. He ignores you. “Right, real mature Sidney.”

The ride home is silent. He doesn’t even look at you. You’re torn between screaming at him for being an ass and pulling him close because of the loss tonight. He gets out of the car without a word and walks inside with his head down. You follow him. Between walking inside the house and taking your shoes off you lose track of him.

You search the house and finally find him sitting on the bed, his head in his hands.

“Sid?” You ask softly, walking into the room. He mumbles a response. You can’t make out what he’s saying. “Baby, are you ok?”

“Please don’t leave me.” He said a little louder, lifting his head. You can see the wet marks on his face. He’s crying. “Please don’t leave me.”

“Oh, Sid what put that thought in your head?” You sit beside him, pulling him close. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I can’t help it. I’m jealous of every single person who gets even a second of your attention. You’re way too good for me and I’m scared one day you’ll wake up and realize it.” He’s still crying, but his works are more coherent. “And I got so angry at you before the game. All because you didn’t want to wear a jersey. And I yelled at you. I actually yelled at you and told you to wear Wilsons.”

“Baby, every couple fights sometimes.” You brush his hair back. “We’re ok. One little fight isn’t going to end us.”

“And I played like shit. We lost.” He’s rambling. “And you wore his jersey and they won and you were hugging him and I-“

“I promise I won’t wear it again. 87 for life.”

“I’m sorry I got angry.” He mumbles into your shoulder. “I’m sorry I was jealous and doubted you.”

“I’m yours. Anytime you start to get jealous, remember that. I’m not going anywhere.” You kiss the top of his head.

You woke up the next morning alone. You sat up and looked around. The shower wasn’t running. You began to panic, where did he run off to. Just when you were about to call the police and report a kidnapped NHL star he walked into the bedroom.

“So, I thought about how I acted.” He began. “And I wanted to make it up to you. I took my stress over the playoffs out on you and I shouldn’t have. You’ve been nothing less than amazing.”

“Sid…” You trail off.

“Quite (Y/N), I’m being romantic here.” He laughs giving you a quick kiss. “Now, if you would be so kind as to follow me to the media room.”

You roll your eyes at his theatrics. But follow.

You are in awe. The house is covered in flowers. He must have spent half the night setting this up. The media room is dim, candles are lit giving it a soft glow.

“We’re going to watch Miracle because I know that’s your favourite movie and snuggle all day.”

“This definitely makes up for everything.” You hug him. “Now let’s go watch Team USA kick butt.”

You traveled to Nashville for game 6 of the championship.

They did it. They won for the second year in a row he had led his team to victory.

You made your way through the crowd to the ice. Sidney skated to you. He was quick to pick you up and spin you.

“You did it!” You exclaimed. He just smiles and kisses you.

“I’m never letting you go. Never.”

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