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forbidden-sin-bin · 18 days

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Aight LISTEN-

I USUALLY DON’T LIKE THE OMEGAVERSE AT ALL BUT FOR SOME REASON THIS IS AN EXCEPTION

because suddenly it turns to “hockey players acting like a bunch of doggos” and it doesn’t seem too far off reality which makes it even funnier

Reader: “Hey Pens, do you want the ball?” *throws tennis ball down the hallway*

Pens: *They all watch it bounce away for like a split second before chasing after it.*

actually my fav lil funky sid x reader au rn is the one @forbidden-sin-bin and i are cooking up where (wait for it….)

omegaverse a/b/o universe with alpha pens core, alpha fuckboi sid, and then there’s reader who is like a 1 in 500 million no-dynamic sigma aka no secondary gender aka knows all the dynamics and all that stuff in theory but has never ever been involved in any dynamics (eg ruts, bonds, scenting, posturing, pheromones ect ect) because it literally has ZERO effect on her. Z E R O.

reader just exists in this. crazy biologically challenge (to her) world. pheromones don’t affect her, and she doesn’t produce pheromones herself either. just a stock standard, non a/b/o universe human……

she accidentally lands a job with the pittsburgh pens as the uhhhh “executive dynamics handler” (stupid fancy title for babysitter when horny times cause ornery times) since she’s basically walking Neutral Territory.

anyway sid who is a little bit (a lot) used to getting what he wants in partners and how he spends his seasons ect ect is immediately like ⁉️⁉️⁉️😳🥴😏😎😜 who’s this young and pretty little thing and theres a bit of posturing theres a bit of ooo and oh ho hooo from the team bc they can feel it in the air, their captain doing a little so and so, a little showy show off ayeee

and reader is just 😐 because it literally activates. nothing. she goes “hey i’m y/n. i just joined the team this week. nice to meet you all.” shakes hands with all of them no problem, no reaction to any alpha or omega scent, doesn’t bat an eyelid at all seeing the betas disperse and regroup around each alpha (sid, geno and tanger ofc)

anyway reader basically becomes known as the baddest most unflappable bitch in the whole team the whole city THE ENTIRE NHL especially when she gets called on during a kerfuffle during a regular season match between one of the pen’s alphas squaring against the other team’s alpha over an issue with checking an omega player so hard they go over the boards and they’re circling and snarling at each other, teeth fully bared (which is how u know it ain’t a stock standard hockey fight)

and she skates over all lackadaisical despite the obvious tension and danger and she slides up to the pens player (ima say bunting, young alpha energy feral babyyy) and goes “oi. knock it off.” and grabs his shoulder. bunting spins and turns on her and there’s a hot flash moment of oh SHIT across the whole stadium because there’s this fizzle simmer burn in the air of pissed off alpha and geno’s SPRINTING FORWARD-

reader slaps bunting across the back of the head. “I SAID KNOCK IT OFF.” and bunting is so shocked he actually shrinks back, holding his head and staring at reader all confused and upset.

“go cool off.”

“but-“ bunting starts and reader just stares him down and points to the bench.

“DID I STUTTER? GO.” and bunting. baby alpha but still an ALPHA actually WHINES…..and SKATES OFF….

and the other team’s alpha is kinda annoyed cause it’s like??? who tf are you??? this isn’t ur place to interrupt and reader just gives him the stink eye when he skates righhhttt up to her and she’s so bored looking at him and his anger melts to confusion because…he can’t smell her…smell anything from her at all…and she has no reaction whatsoever…..she literally turns her back on him and skates over to kindly check on the omega player real quick before she goes back over to the pens bench.

literally everyone in the stadium except reader: ????? holy fuckin g shit t

and so basically afterwards sid is like well i can’t NOT fuck her now????? well guess what buddy u and every other alpha and omega in the nhl are thinking the same thing.

then flower kinda says to him that. like. bc reader is a sigma (no secondary gender), sid can’t use any of his…alphaness to court her.

sid: wait what then. what do i use.

flower, placing a kind hand on his shoulder and looking at sid solemnly and with pity: your personality.

sid: 🧍🏻‍♂️

#sidney crosby x reader #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby x you #it is so stupid precious to me i cant #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #sidney crosby #sigma!reader au #alicechugstea brewing #hey look #usually I don’t like this #but this is an exception #due to humour

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forbidden-sin-bin · 18 days

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Hehe 👌🥰

Em ain’t the only guy that’s earned my right to simp. Crosby’s another one of em too

DON’T WORRY BY YOUR SIDE IS STILL ONGOING

Next week, for sure. People y’all gotta put stuff in my inbox to make sure I get it in on time ⏱️

sid x younger chaotic girlfriend reader au

blurb dump/notes n quotes! sid (36) and younger chaotic girlfriend (22). ily @forbidden-sin-bin ❤️❤️❤️

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#happy to help #sidney crosby #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby x reader #sidney crosby x you #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #hockey blurb #sidney crosby blurb #alicechugstea brewing

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forbidden-sin-bin · 19 days

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i had a whole ass baby

OH MY GODDDD

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP AND START CELEBRATING MY PAL’S NEW BABY HOLY SHIT CONGRATULATIONS 🎉

#sin bin inbox #mumther orange #HOLY SHIT #OH MY GOD #OKAY IT’S HAPPENING #EVERYONE STAY CALM #STAY FUCKING CALM

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Especially when the hyper fixation happens at midnight and suddenly it’s 8 am from being on your phone all night.

I still cannot feel any tiredness, but I am tired. I just want to sleep, but every time I try, it won’t let me. Trying to keep my eyes shut feels more painful and frustrating than not.

"adhd isn't a disability"

breaks down over trying to start tasks until he deadline is stupidly close

unable to do basic chores unless it's like 4am and then the whole damn house gets cleaned

speaks too fast

tangent and tangent and tangent. makes social situations hard

literally unable to stop themselves from interrupting people mid sentence (and the constant "*interrupts*- sorry, please continue")

knows what they want to say, cannot find the words, even if it's something basic

auditory processing disorder (pretty common with adhd), like how do you explain that you can hear but your brain has minecraft server lag and the chat will appear soon

hyperfixations, and people thinking they are special interests when they are not (they are short term, literally stops you from basic care like eating and drinking when in) edit: it was brought to my attention this comes across like special interests are easier to live with which is not the case, please do not take that away from this post!!!

impulse purchases making bank accounts cry

all or nothing. not hungry to pain. don't need to pee until pain. you get the picture

cannot sit still, like actually can't, constant moving and shuffling which people think would be cute but actually just pisses people off

doesn't have a fidget toy, not bc they are popular but bc they would have to put it away bc dylan over there got a fidget spinner and has been loudly playing with it (dylan is neurotypical)

cannot do anything if there is something else to do that day, must wait

just stfu it is a disability

#written by an adhd person at 4am bc they cannot sleep bc brain go brrrrrrrrrrrr #but not brrrrrrrrrrrr like cute #brrrrrrrrrrrr like a ch-47 chinook #that's a helicopter #adhd #actually adhd #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #neurodiverse stuff #adhd problems

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forbidden-sin-bin · 2 months

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Hello! <3

#sin bin inbox

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forbidden-sin-bin · 2 months

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That last one needs to be a worldwide shipping meme dynamic

Sid anon here back with late night/early morning rambles to offer you!

ALSO HERE’S THE ENTIRE SERIES OF CROSBY AND ANDY O BRIAN’S WORKOUT INSTRUCTIONAL VIDEOS

https://dawn-phoenix.tumblr.com/post/107171398025/disclaimer-these-videos-presented-by-reebok

- Sid: “I wonder what I taste like”

Cookie: “I can help with that!”

Sid imagines it’s kissing, Cookie imagines herself chewing on Sid’s forearm.

Dynamics!

- Two very strong, smart, talented individuals that somehow become incredibly stupid and feral when they’re together

- Person A is stressed, Person B comes up from behind and hugs them whilst resting their chin atop the other’s head. If Cookie does this to Sid she also nuzzles into his hair like a cat once they’re finally together

- Person A is looking for someone independent cause they think they’re independent. Person B comes along and suddenly Person A is the clingiest MF EVER KNOWN TO MAN AS LONG AS THEY ARE IN THE VICINITY OF EACH OTHER (I saw the article you reblogged on Sid being asked about dating, this is good wood content that I will be saving)

Finally one moment that the Pens probably did to either try and get Cookie and Sid together or to chirp their relationship when they’re together:

(Cookie is singing Seven by Jungkook)

(Singing the non-explicit version) Cookie: “And that’s why night after night-“

(Already knows the explicit version and will only use the explicit version) Pens: “I’LL BE FUCKING YOU RIIGGGHHHTTT”

Sid: *Looking mortified as he hides his face in his hands but also trying to hide his laughter*

- Sid anon

GYAHAHJKAAFDS YEEESSSS *rubs my silly little hands together*

oh my god the uhhh the "wonder what i taste like" thing happens during some baking times (because ofc it does!!) and i'd say it's cus cookie is experimenting with adding different spices and stuff to her snickerdoodles. like, it's the first year of pittsburgh and she's using mario's kitchen to make snickerdoodles with different dried herbs, like there's the standard cinnamon and she's got her perfected maple syrup version, but she's trying out more interesting flavours - brown butter, chai, she's even ground up mulling spices that you would use for wine or apple cider, and even chinese 5 spice.

anyway they get off topic discussing different flavour profiles and stuff while snacking through the protoypes, and that's how sid and cookie get on the topic of weird flavours, but also weird and strange ingredient replacements, then on to different meats? like how snake and crocodile apparently taste like chicken??? and you wonder what moose tastes like that? and then obviously you guys start googling hmmm what do humans taste like? pork apparently?

"we can't ALL taste like pork," cookie scoffs, wiping her mouth. "what the animal eats has a huge impact, that's why game animal is so....gamey." then she's like finishing the fudgey prototype and is like... "I mean, people have always used blood in cooking - with spices and all of that too. so, like, if someone ate a whooole bunch of liquorice for a year, would they have liquorice notes in their blood? Or like a porky, liquorichey...meat taste?

and sid because he's such a space toaster and thinks about everything intensely and seriously is like "i eat a lot of spaghetti, but i love banana bread best?" while you're just caught up in flavour profiles and animal diets and what about swapping out the liquid for a flavoured liquid like maybe a chocolate milk instead of the full fat plain and how much would that affect the taste and what about the texture of the cookie-

sid sips his milk and goes "i wonder what i taste like" and you're so busy thinking about chewiness vs crumbliness acceptance levels that you perk up and go "i could help with that" and imagine chewing on sid's forearm meat versus his thigh meat because the texture would vary incredibly-

sid chokes on his milk and coughs hard, going super super red in the face and looking at you and then looking away and then looking at you again and staring???? because??? what did you mean with i could help with that because surely, SURELY you don't mean tasting via uh via tongue becuase that's where tastebuds are right with uhhh with uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh to find out what uhhhh sidney tastes like?????????????

and then you go "we should roast your thigh meat, like lamb, with herbed potatoes and rosemary, oooooooo, and maybe some collard greens cause if you keep the baby fat it would roast soooo good-"

and then sid is like. oh. haha. obviously you mean cannibalism and toootally not like kissing each other with TONGUE or whatever that's SO stupid, omg sid how did you even get to that conclusion in the first place, wooooooooow, so silly!!!

-------- Person A is looking for someone independent cause they think they’re independent. Person B comes along and suddenly Person A is the clingiest MF EVER KNOWN TO MAN AS LONG AS THEY ARE IN THE VICINITY OF EACH OTHER (I saw the article you reblogged on Sid being asked about dating, this is good wood content that I will be saving)

YES BECAUSE WHAT A FUCKING VIBE LIKE sidney is a hockey machine both in brain and body but he's also such a history fiend it's insane, meanwhile cookie is very very science coded, loves fiddling with numbers and stats and experiments and all that...

sid's gone on the record (teehee) to say that his ideal person is someone who is independent, because obviously he's away a lot of the time and doesn't want to have a relationship that's constantly fraught because of how much time he spends away, and how hockey is such a big part of his life, which works out perfectly when he finally gets together with cookie because she's so used to his lifestyle and knows exactly what that means. she's almost the perfect candidate? because she knows how to be super supportive but also very much her own person because while sid's been her best friend since basically diapers she knows she's had to cultivate her own identity and her own sense of self.

so she's never actually bored or feels too alone when sid is away or too busy? bc like duh that's been their relationship from the start. and she's her own hardworking self with college and internships and she's got her non-hockey friends with her guitar playing and her honours focusing on how to nutritionally supplement biomechanically efficient movements of hockey with-

so basically sidney is person a and cookie is person b. cookie knows how to handle being away from sidney. sidney, now that he can get close to cookie in all the ways he's ever wanted, does....not know how to handle being away from cookie. home games are fine because you konw, it's at home. when sid comes back from a roadie...cookie basically has to deal with sid plastered against her 24/7. he basically ends up like a lounge chair for her - cuddled against her back while she's typing away on her laptop, dinner with friends he schooches his chair as close as possible to hers so their legs are pressed together...

cookie's workplace knows when sid's been on a roadie not from following the games, but because immediately after coming back he ends up coming in everyday and milling about a little bit like a lost puppy, just to see if cookie is free to have lunch together....maybe....could pop down to a cafe for a quick bite...or coffee.....if she doesn't have any meetings during lunch or anything......

she learns to work her schedule so that sid can take her out of lunch dates. sid: okay. yay!

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Two very strong, smart, talented individuals that somehow become incredibly stupid and feral when they’re together

LOOK THE REASON WHY THEIR RELATIONSHIP WORKS SO WELL AND IS ALSO SO FUCKING FUNNY IS BECAUSE THEY WERE BASICALLY FAMILY FROM THE START. BESTEST OF FRIENDS EVER WITH THAT SIBLING ENERGY BECAUSE THEY ARE BOTH SOOO STUBBORN AND SILLY?? cookie's had to deal with sid's zombie jock since the BEGINNING okay, and sid is like "wdym treat her delicately??? have u SEEN how she treats me???" yeah literally like other one of the boys, and he loves that shit. he's defs tried to drown her while playing pool basket. she's defs tried to drown him too and goes for the low hanging fruit (lmao) cookie: yeah i've touched his dick numerous times cookie: bitch ass mother fucker tries to HOLD MY HEAD UNDERWATER everytime im winning in pool basketball but he can't protect his nuts at the same time

they are sooooo comfortable being in each other's space it's ridiculous. like yes they could sit like normal people at this picnic that's being hosted OR sid can rest in his low/floor sitting beach chair and cookie can sit stretched out between his legs?? rest her head up against his tumtum so she can look at her phone and stay comfy?? and sid can put his plate of food on top of her head like a little table and feed her little bits of food (just handfeeding her slices of ham and cheese) it's perfect. it's not weird or unhinged at all.

doesn't matter how old they get, or where they, or who they're with - some habits will never die. aka ummm don't worry about sid dropping the gloves, cookie will and has climbed over the top to try and strangle a ref/player/another fan, you name it.

also??? they just like to throw themselves??? at each other??? for lack of a better word??? like cookie does a running leap at sid when he comes back after winning his first olympics???? sid will knock into her just randomly??? and then it escalates to them just bumping butts and then chest bumping and then escalating to see who can knock the other person over with the force of their chest bump (sid always wins but goddamn does cookie try with all her damn might)

just walking side by side together to the shops and one of you starts singing a song thats stuck in your head and then suddenly the other is joining in with nonsense lyrics bc u both can't remember the words and then it's just the two of you going "our house in the middle of the street our house in the middle of our beets our house in the middle of our house-" and then both of you just losing your shit outside whole foods and cooking jumping up and down chanting "HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE"

all of this is made even weirder cus like. they're not dating (yet) and they've been like this for literal years.

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OH MY GOFD DD THE SINIGNG ONEE OKAY THIS IS HOW IT GOES??? THIS IS HOW IT GOES OMGOM okay they haven't gotten together yet (mostly bc it would be so much funnier when this happens)

so practise has just finished, you're waiting for sid because the two of you are going back to mario's together cus cookie is joining for dinner and she's helping natalie cook

anyway she's sitting on top of the uhhh guard rail?? rink wall??? in front of the bench just kinda on her phone, kinda watching. and then one of the guys skates past and yells at her to play some music so she's like hahah fineeee and puts on the non-explicit version of 7 nights (in case there is a journalist hanging around or whatever) and turns up her phone speaker. it's tinny and the music quality isn't amazing but it still works out pretty well

cookie just singing along to the words and some of the other players (po and jake joining in a little) and it's fun and relaxing and such a good vibe and sid's all squinchy smiley because ur all giggly and smiley and he loves loves loves seeing you happy??? so he doesn't quite understand why geno and karlsson are closing in until it's too late and they just SHOVE him towards cookie right as the lyrics hit the chorus and then all the pens just SCREAM like a bunch of coyotes "“I’LL BE FUCKING YOU RIIGGGHHHTTT” as sid goes face first into your tits and you shriek because ur about to fall so you grab on to him and your legs kick up automatically to wrap around his chest and his hands drop and land on your thighs and one arm goes around your waist and almost down to your ass because he stumbles when you pull at him???

it is SO mortifying and geno is running away laughing like a madman and sid is trying not to laugh and absolutly mortified and YOU are so mortified and yelling at geno and karlsson and it's a WHOLE THING

there's the most awkwaaaarddd week afterwards because the two of you can't look each other in the face without going red (cookie going red and dead silent while sidney just bursts into his giggle-honking)

#alicechugstea brewing #sidney crosby imagine #sin bin reblogs #sin bin approves

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forbidden-sin-bin · 2 months

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EVERYTHING. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS. EVERY LINE IS LIQUID GOLD OH MY GOD I’M DECEASED

Actually I’m now wondering WHEN ARE THEY GONNA GET TOGETHER SID AND COOKIE

- Sid anon

i actually have. the funniest thought re: this

they don’t get together until after the first cup, and even then it’s like a GOOD few years until it’s like 2013/2014 but the way they get together is like

okay so one of the things me and some of my really close girl friends do is end our calls or hang outs with like “love you! Bye!” “Love you too!! See you monday?” and it’s just a casual, sweet and comforting thing

so then like imagine it’s a few of them finishing up brunch together and catching up with some other friends who are in town (tanger, geno, armstrong, fleury…) and cookie’s saying her goodbyes to everyone cus she’s got an appointment to get to, and then she and sid have their quick hug goodbye/see you later like

cookie to sid: alright, i love you! bye!

sid: love you too, see you monday?

cookie: yup, 12:30 at andy’s! okay bye for real byeeee

and then they wave at each other and cookie’s off running to her car and sid turns back to the other boys and they’re all

🧍🧍🏻‍♂️🧍🏽🧍🏼🧍‍♂️🧍🏻‍♂️

staring at him

sid: what

“i thought you two weren’t dating yet! Shit!” tanger throws his hat on the ground in anger before he starts fishing out his wallet. army is grinning and rubbing his fingers at tanger in that classic show me the money way.

geno: sidney sidney….why you make me lose money again 🥲

sid sighing bc really this again?? “for the last time, we’re not dating. she’s just my best friend.”

that gets everyone pausing. and staring at sid again. this time in such pity and disappointment it makes sid balk.

and then they EXPLODE

“IT’S BEEN 84 YEARS-“ “this isn’t even funny anymore, crosby” “really?? REALLY???” “oh my god. oh my god. oh my god?” “Esti de câlice de tabarnak-“

and then fleury’s in sid’s face and looks so serious and solemn and his hands are gripping sidney’s shoulders will full goalie strength

“sidney.”

“fleury?”

“when you said goodbye to cookie”

“uh, yes”

“what did she say to you”

“12:30 at andy’s…”

“No no before that”

“…bye?”

geno shoves in and goes “BEFORE TO BYE AND 12:30”

siddy’s brain is working over time and he carefully says “i love you?”

they’re nodding vigorously at him. in the background tanger is sitting on the curb with his face in his hands.

“so she said to you ‘i love you.’ Correct?” fleury emphasises.

“then sidney what you saying to her??”

“love you too? but I, we’ve always, I mean not always but it’s-“

“sidney crosby if you say this is a best friend thing again one more time i’m going to punch you because THAT IS NOT AN EXCLUSIVE NORMAL BEST FRIEND THING-“

geno and fleury start shaking sidney like they’re trying to rattle something in his brain back in place.

“IS SIDNEY LOVE AND WANT KISS Y/N THING”

sid: o-h

army comes up and very carefully says to sidney to “imagine y/n getting engaged, getting married, her and her husband moving in together, having a family together. Now check your heart and your dick, Sidney. What is it telling you?”

sid:

sid: oh my god

sid: i’m in love with y/n

sid: oh my god i, i gotta go. guys i gotta go

do they basically celly on the sidewalk as sid takes off to his car? yeah they do.

#alicechugstea brewing #sin bin appreciation #no seriously #this is amazing #bouncing off the walls #this is good wood #can i get a hell yeah

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forbidden-sin-bin · 2 months

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I uhh….

I may or may not have a mer!Sid on my ao3 that I haven’t updated in 5,000 years so this just gave me the biggest Deja Vu

i have a sid au where he accidentally steals a mermaids purse via a sturgeon he caught while out fishing back in nova scotia

and the very angry sea-girl/ben-varrey wants her goddamn pearls back, and wants the slimy little thief that stole her purse to understand just how angry she is

#shhhhh #we take this to the GRAVE #no one talk about this #i’m gonna go cry now #in shambles

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forbidden-sin-bin · 2 months

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ASKDHFISOBSJSPALSN

Thank you oh my god <333

Also I am SO SORRY FOR DELAYING, after doing more research for timeline accuracy I realized chapter three has been moved to chapter 4 and now I have to write chapter three as the timeframe in between (you’ll understand once it comes out also technically speaking chapters 3 and 4 are gonna be releasing simultaneously at this point)

Do you have any Eminem favorite authors here on tumblr? I think it’s a bit hard to find stories

I do !!! I haven't found a lot of them, so if you have any to recommend, please share them with me ❤️

Here are my favorites :

@smutty-books

@forbidden-sin-bin

@madaboutmathers

@theboujeestofboujee

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #sin bin screaming #by your side extras

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BYE I’M DYINGGGGGGGG

SID ANON HERE AND I’M YELLING ABOUT SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGER READER

I’M,,, in love? This is heartbreaking and wholesome and oh my god I’m in tears

Literally Sid’s just holding you up and is like: “THIS IS MY CHILD NOW”

Oh god I can already imagine a war on the horizon if any of the other teams try to be nice to her either to get a rise out of the Pens or just to be polite, hell maybe one of the players actually fancies them

Y/N, skidding into the room where the team is changing into their gear: “THEY’RE AFTER ME”

The Pens, now on high alert 🚨: “Wait, what?! What happened-“

Y/N: “DON’T LET EM FIND ME- CLOSE THE DOOR-“

Multiple teammates leap up and guard the entrance, everyone’s arming themselves, meanwhile Sid grabs onto Y/N’s shoulders and asks: “Y/N, who’s after you?!”

Y/N: “THE FLYERS!!!”

Everyone: “…”

At first it sounded ridiculous, but then everyone remembers this is the FLYERS.

Geno, already prepared to throw hands before the game even started: “What the fuck did the Flyers do to you?!”

Y/N, traumatized: “One of them said a pickup line, I think they’re hitting on me-“

Needless to say, the corridors were crowded with two angry hockey teams that evening, ready to go to war. Ain’t no way the Pens were about to let you even within a mile’s radius close to Philly’s borders, let alone a hockey player wearing that ridiculous orange and black jersey to sweep you off your feet and have your hand in marriage. Nope. No way. This is personal now.

The amount of penalty points racked up that night became an all time record high. At least one player from each team was kicked out of the game.

Also, the game literally had to pause to stop both coaches (Sully and Tortorella) from reaching through the glass divider that was separating the teams and killing each other with their bare hands. The screaming match and creative insults thrown at each other reached the camera mics, leaving the editors to mute the audio for at least five minutes or to switch to the commentators watching on in stunned silence. (Yes, they could hear the entire thing through their earpieces. No, they did not share what was heard, but you can see it on their faces to know it was BAD.)

Though, considering this is was a Pens vs Flyers match, this is normal; They just had another reason to hate on each other this time around.

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OKAY SO I KNOW KONECNY IS 26 AND MARRIED BUT JUST FOR THIS AU PRETEND HE ISNT

travis konecny being the one to hit on her not realising that basically she is sid’s daughter now (not that she knows either AKSNANA) and she’s all red and embarassed and slightly uncomfy cus she’s just trying to do some social media content and no 11 keeps openly flirting with her

anyway when she’s in the pens locker room later and when she comes in she is totally running and hiding her face and sid instantly picks up that something is wrong (like stands up from his stall like a meerkat) and he goes “y/n what’s wrong” and basically then everyone in the room is snapped to attention and watching u shift from foot to foot awkwardly

“Oh, it’s just!” She thinks about lying but Sid is giving The Look and she just squeaks “the flyers!!”

dude. the tension in the locker room is ice fucking c o l d.

geno thundering forward, murder in his eyes. “What they doing, y/n”

and you stutter and blurt out “nothing bad!! Just, um, i think one of them was…hitting on me?” and it’s so embarassing that UR embarassed because omg ur acting like a CHILD all worked up about a little flirting in your workplace and it’s sooo-

“Let’s fucking kill ‘em, boys” and the roar that erupts makes you stagger and you just stare wide eyed as they literally MARCH down and out to the ice and ur just. uh.

u have the strange feeling u said something u shouldn’t have said. and u are RIGHT…

the match is…is horrifying. MORTIFYING. you spend most of it hiding your hands in your face and squished between the wall and the equipment manager because the pens are so STUPID they are bejng so STUPID cus sid just threw konecy to the ground and is trying to strangle him Nd the ref is trying to pull him apart but he has his mic on so the CAMERA MICS BROADCAST HIM YELLING “not my DAUGHTER, you FREAK-“

geno body slamming the flyers: TOO GOOD FOR YOU AND YOUR UGLY FACE, ASSHOLE!

tanger: *BITE BJTE BI T EE BITE BIT W BITE BI TE*

sully trying to climb the barrier: YOU THINK ANY OF YOUR CHUCKLEFUCKS HAVE PERMISSION TO EVEN BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS Y/N-“

the camera catches the tail end of u running back inside to find a hole to crawl into and die

#oh my god #this right here #this is a masterpiece #this is my new favorite thing #rolling on the floor #nhl imagine #alicechugstea brewing

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sidney crosby imagine || childhood friends to lovers (pt. 2 of ?)

from anon: Multi chaptered, childhood friends to lovers, slowburn, mutual pining and both sides think they’re slick but EVERYONE can see it from a mile away sort of story. The team is placing bets on when they’re finally gonna be together.

pairing: sidney x fem!reader

notes: long distance makes the heart grow fonder or something. also, i want to visit mall of America

from shattuck- st marys. faribault, Minnesota:

everyone can hear your howling from sid’s phone, even tho he’s hiding in the corner of the room

“dude i thought that shit only worked in movies but they got you FOUR TIMES??”

sidney has one hand hiding his face, embarassed

“ i was just sleeping too hard, i guess”

another burst of choking, half crying laughter from the phone. sid’s face is still red, but he has this shy little smile?? the other boys are pretending to still be watching mighty ducks but they are SO obviously watching sidney cus like??? yeah they sorta knew he kept in touch with ppl back home but like they’ve never seen him on the phone with someone other than his mom??? so this…this is new….

you finally stop laughing at him

“well if they can’t one up you on the ice…” you giggle but then your voice drops and goes

“that’s all they’ve done, right?”

“no one’s trying to rip my head off on the rink if that’s what you mean”

in fact, no one’s tried to do anything because no one recognises him out here. it’s faribault, a little farm town in the middle of minnesota. besides his own hockey circle, no one knows who he is. he can just…go outside without having to worry about being recognised.

there’s silence from your end. he just listens to your even breathes over the receiver, content to hear your existence even without words. then:

“cus they’re all bouncing off your giant dumptruck ass like smaby right? what did ur physics teacher say again-“

“Stop talking about my ass!”

dunc’s eyebrows shoot up. deeth punches golden in the arm in glee. golden muffles his yell with his fist and slaps deeth back.

sidney glares at them, tries to press his body further into the corner of the room. it’s too late for him to make a dash back to his own dorm room - to get to the door he has to walk through the other 5, 6 boys currently pretending they’re fascinated by the tv.

“hey, you’re the one who called me at 2am in the morning cus u were that worried about running the timed mile with your tree trunk legs”

sid grimaces “i never should’ve done that”

“then reply to my messages more! i know you know how to text” your voice sounds annoyed now. “Or at least…”

“at least actually call me back? sometimes?”

sid sinking down to the floor, curling around the phone all morose and feeling a wave of guilt. phone calls were pretty much daily between the two of you when he first arrived at st mary’s - having your familiar voice rambling away with him while he stumbled through figuring out his new routine/normal was invaluable.

but then he got busy, and then you got busy, and phone calls between the two of us got less and less regular and tho you’ve been upping the texts to sid it’s still not the same. the two of u are playing phone hockey and it’s shit, it’s so shit.

so finally one night you’ve had enough and u just spam his phone cus u know it’s after practise and after dinner and he’s a giant nerd probably just hiding in his stupid room and it’s just call after call after call. as soon as it rings out, u just dial again. if there was one thing u were exactly the same in, it was stubbornness.

 it’s boys night in smaby’s room, sid left his phone on the table cus he went to have a quick shower. it’s just RINGING NON STOP

“dude what the fuck”

“Sid, someone tried to call u while u were in the shower”

“actually they’re still trying to call you”

“have been for the last. 20 minutes. Non stop. dude.”

sid diving for his phone just as it cuts out again - 18 missed calls from y/n. starts ringing AGAIN

he nearly drops the phone, crawls over the couch to crawl towards a secluded corner, away from the rest of the boys and their hollering, and picks up

“y/n?”

“you need to set up voicemail, squiddy,” and sidney can’t stop his smile at the sound of your voice, snark and all.

you two are on the phone together for nearly an HOUR before dunc actually kicks sidney into hanging up, sid hurrying saying goodbye and sorry over and over again with promises to call once a week, for real.

"does ur girlfriend know u went out with macy last week?" one of them demands as soon as sidney hangs up. cus they had no idea sidney was a player!!! at 15!! with that baby face and buckteeth???

"i dont have a girlfriend" sid says.

"is that seriously what you’ve been telling everyone?"

dunc is like, "oh shit, is that who y/n is? the one who sends those packages with your mom’s banana bread and those cookies-"

"y/n is chocolate chip girl?? you’re cheating on chocolate chip????? Seriously?!" eaves jumps to his feet in outrage.

"sid, come on, that’s just not right. cheating on your girlfriend-"

"i’m not- I’ve never even kissed a girl!" he blurts out, mortified and cornered.

hand on his shoulder, matt smaby's looking at him with compassion and sympathy. "hey, a lot of ppl still struggle when they set their mind on waiting till marriage, it’s okay, what’s not okay is going to the mall with other girls while y/n is waiting for you back home"

"I DON’T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! Y/N isn’t- we’ve never- we grew up together! She’s my best friend! That’s it!! We’re not dating!"

silence

“ We’re not” he insists

deeth: "….who’s gonna tell him, cus it ain’t gonna be me."

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crosby’s parents are coming to visit him over easter break that year cus it’s unlikely that he’ll be coming home for thanksgiving or christmas (boooo)

they’re staying in bloomington, minneapolis (mall of america is there so why not)

it’s just troy, trina and taylor tho

y/n can’t make it because whatever whatevr and it’s kinda a big bummer cause other than the phone calls and the occasional photos sent in the mail, sid hasn’t seen u since he left and that’s been MONTHS

“i’m really sorry, just, ugh, i picked up some babysitting jobs since i already look after little dude (i’m 9!!! sid hear’s ur brother scream) and i’m basically making holiday rate cause it’s easter. Gotta start adding to the college fund too, ya know?” and sid finds it weird to here u talking about college and stuff already cus it’s a reminder of 1) how different ur lives are starting to go and 2) how friking LONG it’s been since he’s seen you and he suddenly misses you so, so badly.

“aw come on sidney, u sure know how to make a girl cry” you try to joke when he tells u that he misses u, but he can hear how u swallow ur words a little to hide the hitch in ur voice.

he remembers the day of - suitcase and hockey bag in the boot, mum and dad, taylor waiting in the backseat, and you.

standing next to the car, arms crossed across your chest, shoulders up. it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that you’ve been crying - cursed with a face that swells at threat of an emotion, you've complained in the past - but your face is furrowed, brows knitted tight, and when you and sid hug, you tell him not to embarass you and at least win nationals for them, would ya?

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so it's easter break and sid hanging out with duncan, joe s and matt s at the mall. they just had their photo taken with the easter bunny for shits and giggles, and sid got two copies printed - one to give his parents when they get dinner tonight up near their motel, and one to mail back home to y/n.

"dude that chick over there keeps looking at u" dunc whispers.

sid: me? Nah, no way

"no dunc is right, okay now she’s just straight up staring, look!"

sid does not look, he do not want to look, he just wants to enjoy his easter bunny photo and eat his weight in easter chocolate and look forward to dinner with his family tonight for the first time in months and not think about the fact that you won’t be there at the table

"she’s walking over, why is she walking over"

"She must be a hockey fan and recognised sid?" matt's little bro joe suggests.

"we’re in faribault tho, not, like, calgary-"

"okay but she’s kinda hot-"

“ohmigod, are you, like, actually sidney crosby?!” comes a high pitched squeal. sid grimaces, schools his face into something vaguely media trained, ready to turn around and make nice and probably sign something-

the girl standing before them is looking at sidney with a very familiar, cocky half-grin and it’s like sidney’s brain stutters because there is no way, she said she was busy, she had babysitting, and she barely reached sid’s chest the last time he saw her and this girl stands to his eyeline because they’re both been growing up and growing away from each other-

the wind gets knocked out of you when sidney literally hauls you off your feet from the force of his hug.

“Y/N?!”

“Squiddy,” you wheeze, grabbing his shoulders clumsily as you attempt to return his hug. before he left, you still could’ve easily wrapped an arm around his neck for a headlock. now it feels like you’re trying to cling on to an oak tree.

“You’re here??”

“Yes”

“In Faribault?”

“Apparently”

“Why???”

“Visiting”

“Who?”

“You”

“How?”

“Walked”

“From cole harbour???”

“yes sidney i walked from nova scotia canada to fucking Minnesota in the USA- NO DUMBASS i caught the plane with ur parents!”

“But u said u couldn’t come-“

“i lied. happy easter! now put me down”

sidney’s kept his grip the entire time he’s been rapid firing questions questions at you, so you’ve been squirming around in the air, face growing redder and redder as the three other guys boys gawk.

“are these your friends?”

duncan stares. “holy shit, chocolate chip girlfriend is real” sidney stomps on his foot

so sid introduces you to the other three and it’s a little bit awkward because u two haven’t seen each other in forever and sid can’t stop looking at you and you’re getting flustered because everytime u look up u just see his huge brown eyes with all that sidney crosby intensity and then he makes it even MORE awkward by quickly looking away and matt smaby has the biggest shit eating grin on his face and sidney has f e a r

but he can’t stop looking because…because you just look so different. your hair is longer now, long enough that the ends curl and you have to keep tucking your hair behind your ears and outta your eyes at it makes his fingers itch cause he kind wants to grab your hair, but not like before when you guys were so much smaller and pulling your hair, like he wants to drag his fingers tips through the ends and follow the softness, and you’re taller, growing into your long limbs, and you’re not wearing a thrown together mix of baggy, stolen hockey tees and worn denim cutoffs, you’re wearing actual clothes…properly fitting clothes that show skin and form and.

sid doesn’t know it, but you’re thinking the exact same thing too. it’s taking all of your willpower not to go running for the bathroom to hide and hyperventilate because when sid first left he still had that baby round face and bunny teeth, and now he’s. um.

he has a fucking jawline with shadow and visible cheekbones. at some point between newly-15 and casually into 16, sid stopped looking like a lost boyband rookie and started looking like a. A guy. A Guy with a capital G kinda guy. like, it wouldn’t be called a sleepover if you two shared the same bed again kinda guy.

anyway turns out sid’s parents were in on it the whole time with you and your parents, and you have lunch with sid and his friends in the local park and all crying with laughter from exchanging your dumb and ridiculous stories about sid (“just cause you lost doesn’t mean you gotta punch him in the nose, squiddy! Not everything’s a fucking hockey fight!” “ it was the basketball-“)

you're only here two days before you have to fly back, and sidney and you cram as much time as physically possible together. the two of you speedrun the attractions at the mall of america together with taylor while your parents browse the shops, the three of you navigating Knott's Camp Snoopy. sid buys the photo of the three of you shooting through the mystery mine ride, and taylor and you share a hawaiian pizza at grizzly creek lodge while sid demolishes a hamburger, several hotdogs, and a large caramel milkshake to top it off.

taylor's going droopy after the meal and the adrenaline of the rollercoasters are wearing off, so the two of you take her back. your's and sid's parents start to flag down a taxi to take them back to their motel with all their bags.

"are you coming back with us, y/n?" your mom asks, sliding into the large cab. "or do you and sidney still have some catching up to do?" there's an amused look on her face that you try not to think about, so you just shrug and give her the stink eye instead.

"we didn't get to see the aquarium yet, "sidney's suddenly answering for the both of you. "and uh, i actually haven't been yet either, so, i thought it might be a good chance."

"yeah, i wanna see the turtles."

you both have your phones on you and the motel you're staying as it actually pretty close - a twenty minute walking distance. the two of you promise to be back for dinner, sidney's last chance to spend time with his family for the foreseeable future before you all fly back early tomorrow morning.

unlike the chaotic, giggly rush through the amusement park, the two of you meander through the aquarium, passing slowly through the late afternoon crowd to take your time looking over each exhibit.

there's little talk between the two of you - you snort when sidney points at a piranha mashing its razor sharp teeth ("y'n, it's your long lost twin") and there's the occasional utterance of awe as huge sharks slink by above. other than that, the two of you seem to be content to stay together in relative silence, shoulders bumping each others, sidney's huge hand resting against your back as the two of you squeeze past a group of tourits, your index finger holding on to one of the belt loops of his jeans (an ingrained action leftover from earlier times - sidney always had a terrible habit of wandering off to the hockey section whenever they were in a sports/athletics shop, no matter why they were actually there in the first place)

right before the gift shop there's a giant glass display into a huge sea tank, filled with all sorts of sea life - scores of fish in all shapes and sizes swim by lazily, bathed in blue light. you and sid find a bench in the darkness that faces the display, and the two of you slump against each other, the day finally catching up to both of you.

sid runs warm. being pressed up against him feels like hugging sunlight itself. he smells woodsy, like fresh pine needles, overlaying a sharpness that all teenage boys seem to have. it smells good. it smells like sidney.

it smells like home.

"michigan state, pittsburgh, or washington," you suddenly say.

sid turns to you. "what?"

you lift your head off his shoulder. "michigan state, pittsburgh, or washington," you repeat. "for college. i'm thinking nutritional science, or sports physiology."

"what about you?"

sidney's quiet. your head falls back on him as you wait, eyes fluttering as you fight to keep them open.

"i don't know." he finally says.

"c'mon squiddy, you do know," you chuckle, reaching over to pinch his thigh. he catches your hand in his, keeps it close.

"what do you mean? and hey, don't pinch me."

the callouses on his palms are rougher. even the knuckles of his fingers are thickening. all evidence of the hockey he's been playing, day in and day out.

"you're gonna play in the nhl." simple as that.

the conviction in your voice, the unwavering belief you have in him, even when sidney himself still doesn’t quite know what the end of the year will mean for him - it makes him want to crush you against his chest and never, ever let go.

that's what he remembers when he waves goodbye that night, going home from dinner with you all.

that’s what he remembers every time he gets up early for the rink, and when he’s still shooting pucks as the sky melts into dreamy, purple twilight.

that's what he remembers when he fills out the tiny scroll, rolls it up and screws them in back into the little pill the week before nationals.

that’s what he remembers when he does loops around the badger’s game rink, up at the university of wisconsin.

that's what he remembers when he tells the boys that he's going to go play for rimouski next year.

that's what he remembers when he immediately calls you after, and you answer all smug and gleeful, not a hint of wistfulness or mourning in your sincere, soft, proud congratulations.

“quebec’s a lot closer than minnesota. walking distance, even” and you smile when he laughs loud and bright.

you stay in cole harbour, and sidney goes to rimouski.

#sidney crosby x reader #sidney crosby x you #sidney crosby imagine #nhl imagine #yesss i love this #yessir yessir #*grabby hands*

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sidney crosby imagine || childhood friends to lovers (pt. 1 of ?)

pairing: sidney x fem!reader notes: blurb style because i unfortunately do not have time to make this a full thing atm....it will roughly follow sid's career/life so far up till anon's little proposal note teehee <3 also pls excuse any inaccurasies, i live in australia idk what snow is.

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from childhood:

childhood friends. their families lived next door to each other and their parents shared babysitting duties and because sid's hockey obsessed and taylor's like, 3 months old, he needs someone to play goalie for him when his mum or dad have to go do other things and can't play with him and you're still an only child for now. so ever since both of you can remember the two of you were always going back and forth to each others houses. mario kart is boring with only 1 person. sid needs a goalie to practise with.

she’s always been goalie for sid. plays mean cus she gets bored at getting shot at by sidney. thats how he got so creative with his shots bc she would always do stupid crazy stuff to stop him from scoring, like trying to hit him with her own stick when he got within range, or squish herself into the net so you couldn't actually get the puck in proper, throw pieces of ice or shitty snow balls at him during winter, and even one time she just picked up the net and started walking away cause she got fed up. "you can't run away with the net I haven't shot yet!" "YOU SAID ONE MORE LIKE 50 MILLION YEARS AGO!!" and then they’d get riled up and start yelling at each other and derail into a hockey fight which would then derail into actual fighting.

sidney's parents would force him to go apologise cause you can't be mean to girls like that! it's bad manners, you have to treat girls nicely

"it doesn't count!" "what do you mean it doesn't count- y/n is still a girl-" "no, i mean yes, but no, cus she's not just a girl, she's y/n, it's different" aka sidney wouldn't grab the back of any other girl's head and try to shove it into the snow, but he'd do that to you anytime because ur a cheaty cheat who ran at him when he tried to shoot that last puck in a best two outta three, no, best outta five, NO, seven, and that's not fair!!

"im sorry i called you the world's crappiest goalie." sidney standing mullish and embarassed on ur front doorstep.

you go to shut the door in his face.

"and for pushing you down the snowbank"

you creak the door open. stare at him.

"well. im not sorry for calling your ass fat, " you say eventually

sidney makes a face and you smirk.

"...come on squiddy, i need someone to play mario kart with"

"but you always win!"

"yeah, exactly"

you two end up going to the same junior high school too and while you eventually stop playing goalie for him (cause he has more and more actual teammates to play with, and you've seen what the crosby's old dryer looks like now, jesus christ) you two still basically walk to and from school together everyday. the only way he managed to stay a straight a student was because of you, obviously, cause whenever he missed class or homework because of practise or games you always brought it to him/helped him catch up. became common for you to be sitting on the benches doing work or reading or whatever while he was playing court hockey, you constantly chirping/talking shit at him, trying to distract him, yelling questions at him while he was in a scrum with his friends cus they got a quiz tomorrow and you "can't afford to be seen with someone who just has a puck for a brain, ugh, taylor would be SO embarassed" "she's five!" "i stand corrected"

your mom is so tired with the new baby and your dad is working crazy hours, and so sid's mom trina was always coming over with leftovers and stuff, and you're always returning the tupperware to sid at school because you ate it for lunch and you don't wanna have to carry it home and wash it and everything else.

"couldn't you wait until we were home?" sid's incredulous as you take the initiative to open his backpack for him and pack the empty container in. "you're right here, dude" "you just don't want to wash it cause you're lazy" "i'm being effecient! it's gotta go back to your kitchen anyway!"

and you always laugh when all the teachers say how kind and nice sid is, cause yeah, he really is, he's the nicest guy you know, endlessly humble and sweet. he was also sent from hell to kill you. he hits a huge growth spurt at 12 and then becomes this tall, gangly, brickhouse of a kid who is now taller than you for the first time and he reminds you of that every moment he gets - walking past you in the hallways and just casually resting his arm on your head, pretending not to see you when he 'accidentally' checks you. "oh sorry, i didn't see you there, not used to staring at the floor" "i'm going to break your buckteeth, squiddy"

you don't really play much hockey anymore but you and your family always try and see sid's homes games cause like, people have been talking about sid and his hockey since he was 7. its almost routine now to be lounging on his bed while he has an open suitcase or backpack or whatever on the ground, watching him pack his stuff for the next tournament game, the two of you making your game plan for when he's away ("stop eating in my bed you're getting crumbs everywhere" "why's it matter, you're leaving in like 3 hours")

"look after taylor for me" "always"

"don't forget the toothbrush charger otherwise you'll be the muppet brushing ur teeth with an electric toothbrush that doesn't work again" "it was one time"

"you swear those chocolate chip cookies are gonna be waiting for me the second i get off the bus? not a single missing??" "get that hatty you promised my little brother first, you pig"

the first time someone refers to you as sidney's girlfriend is at one of his midget league games with the dartmouth subways. one of the opposing players notices you in the audience waving at sid and decide to be even more of a dickhead by talking gross shit about you to him. "oi, 87, is that you're girlfriend?" and he goes sooo red even you can see how flustered he looks from where ur sitting. it doesn't affect his game at all, but ur suspicious cus u KNOW sid. you think that guy was being a prick (very likely) and ur pressing sidney after the game about what he said. sidney just keeps his mouth shut and shakes his head and insists it's nothing.

you find out eventually tho that they're all calling u crosby's girl when, after one particularly bad game where loads of the opposing players where obviously trying to injure him, you let loose at one of them after the game, yelling at them, asking them what their fucking problem is, targeting sid like that huh, getting all up in their face, and they sneer and go "hey, control ur girlfriend, crosby" and both you and sid freeze and you just go "excuse me"

"ha, bet u can't get her to shut up cus ur a little bitch in bed too-FUCK" you just punted him in the dick and now you're trying to beat his face in ("SHE FUCKING BIT ME")

it takes sid and two other team mates to pull you off the guy and they literally have to carry you away, you hollering the most insane insults and profanities at him.

this is not a one time thing. it's like you made it your personal mission to fight every other player who tries to HURT hurt sid, hell, soon enough you're even trying to square up to other adults and parents who are verbally abusing sidney ("just because your son has the personality of a slice of damp bread and not even the decency to save us from seeing a face just as bland doesn't mean you can abuse other normal looking children, mrs whyte" "the only thing brighter than your son's future is your barely hidden bald spot, so maybe do him a favour and shave off that shitty combover" "I WILL PUT YOUR BONES IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER, OLD MAN, IT'S NOT LIKE YOU HAVE THE JOINT HEALTH TO OUTRUN ME")

sid's teammates to sid later: blink twice if you need help, okay? i think if the whole team were here we could take her if we had to

sid: what are you talking about

"your girlfriend is crazy"

"who??" "that girl who bit-" "y/n???? she's...she's not my girlfriend."

them:  

them: uh huh. you can still blink twice.

it's hard though, it's so hard on sid, being taunted and threatened so much both on and off the ice. after a particularly bad game where you see him get outta the car and see how red his eyes are and how he's shaking and the stickiness on his cheeks and you're so, so angry for him, because he won't wear his jersey or anything with his name or number off the ice anymore, and sometimes he tries to stand behind you at school, like he's trying to hide behind you even though you're a whole head shorter than him, and for the first time in a long time, you ask (tell) your parents that you're staying over at the crosby's tonight, and for god's sake mom, you don't care that you're both nearly fifteen or that you're a teenage girl and he's a boy, it's sidney, it's SID, and he needs someone goddamnit, you're sleeping over.

you go over to the crosby household ("hi mr crosby, hi mrs crobsy, hi taylor. sid and i are having a sleep over tonight." "...are you now?" "yep") and then you disappear up the stairs, practically barge into sidney's room

"taylor, i told you-"

"rude. do i look like taylor to you." and he shoots up from where he was curled up on his bed

"y/n? what are you doing here-" "sleepover time, so shove" "wh-" "oh my god, move, squiddy!" "this is a- my bed is a king single-!" "we can fit if you just move your giant ass" "we're not SEVEN anymore we're FIFTEEN and i never said you could sleepover-" "well i did so SHOVE" and he just gives up because he's exhausted and he's got a headache from crying and he just lets you press him up against the wall as you scooch down under the covers with him and it's SO dumb because he's a teenage boy who plays manly sports and is all freshly showered, and you're in one of his stolen canadiens tees from eons ago, and he almost shoves you on to the floor when your freezing toes on him but u pinch his nipple and he rolls over with a yell until the two of you are face to face, so close in a way you two haven't been since before double digits.

this close you can finally see how swollen and red his eyes are, hear the sniffle he's trying to find behind the collar of his shirt, the purple undereyes, the yellow and pink mottling on his cheekbone, and your heart hurts.

"they're jealous of you, okay? they say that shit because they're jealous and they're scared of how good you are," you whisper to sidney, looking into his eyes because he needs to know, you need him to know that he's "the best hockey player in all of nova scotia, the whole damn country, okay, all of fucking canada, and they're scared because you're so fucking good, sid, you are, and they know it and YOU know it"

at some point your hands have found each others, both of you clutching on to a lifeline scoring rough on calloused hands, and at some point sidney's chest evens out and his breath grows deep and long instead of fast and shallow, and at some point your own eyes fall closed, your head rolling against his chest, the two of you nestled together, legs and limbs tangled, and at some point just before sleep takes you, you promise to yourself that you'll always, always be there whenever he needs someone. whenever he needs you.

and then he moves to minnesota.

#sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby x reader #hockey imagine #nhl x reader #nhl blurb #sidney crosby blurb #nhl imagines #childhood friends au #*grabby hands*#this is good wood #this right here #this is my favorite thing #YESSSSSS #CAN I GET A WAHOO

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Oh I LIKE where this is going 👀👀👀👀

As a fellow Sid enjoyer I have to say I have WAY too many fic ideas and zero energy to write but I must share:

- Multi chaptered, childhood friends to lovers, slowburn, mutual pining and both sides think they’re slick but EVERYONE can see it from a mile away sort of story. The team is placing bets on when they’re finally gonna be together.

- Sid proposing to Reader but…

Sid: “Y/N, will you marry me?”

*Geno yelling in the background*: “YES! YES SHE WILL MARRY YOU!! FUCKING FINALLY”

- Hurt/Comfort fic where it takes place back in 2012, when Sid had his massive concussion. Reader takes care of him, but he’s suffering not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well; He’s angry that he can’t play what should’ve been his best year in hockey, he’s restless at not being able to do pretty much anything except staying in bed; and he feels guilty for being irritable and moody with you, as well as not being able to care for himself without help. Luckily Reader’s not going anywhere, that’s their man after all. Needless to say Sid is so freaking thankful.

- Reader: “Ah yes. Me, my boyfriend Sid, and our 37 pound, 3 feet tall Stanley Cup.”

- Reader finds a black cat/kitten and Sid is mortified because of the bad luck stigma around black cats. He avoids you both like the plague or constantly looking like he’s holding up a cross to avoid being cursed. Somehow, the Pens end up with a win streak ever since. Guess who’s staying forever instead of going back to the shelter.

- (NSFW) You’re watching Sid work out at home, his inner slut comes out cause he knows you’re watching and you SWEAR he’s doing it on purpose so he can live out his workout room fuck fantasies like one of those shitty porn movies. You already know he’s been wanting to do that for a long time but he still thinks it’s still a secret of his.

AGGRESSIVELY TAKES NOTES LIKE ACTUALLY FOR FUCKING REAL?????

1) omg i keep thibking of that relationship lines artwork snakdka the two lines of sid and reader, always running together, closeness than drifting apart then closeness….but no matter how far apart they’ve gone from each other they always ALWAYS find themselves back in each others orbit!!

WHEN READ SAYS YES TO SID’S PROPOSAL LITERALLY THE WHOLE TEAM COMES ROARING OUT OF THEIR HIDING PLACES TO GRAB READER AND SID IN LITERALLY A CELLY!!! geno grabbing sid’s head and shaking it (like that connar bedard gif djakdj)

2) the hurt/comfort concussion fic…idk i just instantly thought of reader teaching sid how to knit/crochet in order to help him keep his mind busy…the two of u on his couch watching a nature documentary while u crochet a beanie and get him to hold the yarn for you…omg u KNOW gift guving is my love language sid would totally decide to crochet everyone on the team their own set of mittens w their numbers on em

3) “do NOT bring the stanley cup into our goddamn bed again for the SECOND NIGHT�� “the couch is also a sofa bed for a reason that is specifically why we bought it” “don’t you :((( me”

- GRa bs the nsfw one by the shoulders and *bites my lip bloody* oh my god OH my god and then reader deciding shes gonna have a little fun…strutting in to the home gym all gussied up instead of ur normal workout gear, fiddling with the music, looking all coyly at him while setting up ur own workout “hi, i’m so sorry, but would u be able to spot me for my squat?” and he’s confused bc ur pretending he’s a stranger but also intrigued now…TEEHEE READER SQUATTING SO CLOSE TO SIDNEY SO HER ASS BRUSHES AGAINST HIS DICK EVERYTIME

would u…would u mind if i just…if i did some typey type….some blurbing,,….a little ficlet or two….for just…just a few of these ideas….🥺

#*zoom eyes*#I crave more #*grabby hands*#sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby x reader #nhl imagines #nhl x reader

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