#BE A BETTER DAD SIDNEY

[kanerallels]

I'm watching the Sanditon TV show and honestly I know we're supposed to ship stupid Sidney Parker and Charlotte, but I just. Don't like him for innumerable reasons and I ship Charlotte with Mr. Stringer way way more

[wanghedi]

I can see why park minyoung is still getting these leading woman parts in romance kdramas 10+ years into her career she is slaying the house down this is not a calibre of acting that is present in any leading actress in cdramas of this genre today

[emily-mooon]

Me trying to figure out who would be the Ghostface duo in a nordegrim scream au while at the same time drawing little doodles for it:

[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: Joel struggles to fight temptation with Sarah’s bestfriend after he’s forced to share a bed with her.]

Smut dry humping 18+

He knew it was best to sleep in his jeans, at least the heavy material would do better at hiding a boner he knew he would get.

Winter vacation with the Millers was something you had been looking forward to for the past month. Sarah and you were on break from college and had been best friends since high school. The two of you always planned vacations together and this time her dad and uncle were apart of the plans. A road-trip to Colorado to stay at a cabin and go skiing, you were so excited. The ride was about twelve hours long but you loved road-trips so you were perfectly fine with the time it would take to get there.

“Everybody packed?” Joel came out putting the last few bags on the back of his truck as Sarah came out in a panic.

“Shoot! I forgot to leave my work keys at the job”

“Doesn’t someone else have em?” Joel asked confused.

“Sidney is off and I was suppose to leave them for Matt, they’ll kill me. I’m so stupid”

“Alright relax-“ Tommy came in to the recuse as he usually did.

“I gotta drive by your job anyways and pick up a couple things, we’ll stop by your job and then continue heading to Colorado”

Sarah jumped up and down in relief.

“Oh uncle Tommy, you’re a savior”

“So I’ve been told” he shrugged with a chuckle.

“So what are we doin’?” Joel asked as you stood silently waiting for a plan.

“Sarah and I will go do what we gotta do and you and her can get a head start so we don’t miss our check in at the cabin”

“You want me to go with your dad?” You attempted to whisper to Sarah as he looked over at you.

“Yeah cause remember we booked the cabin under our names so me or you need to at least be there for check in” Sarah explained. Joel tried to hide his look of disapproval. Of course it wasn’t that he didn’t want to be around you, it was more so that he knew he shouldn’t be, especially alone.

“Alright well let’s get goin’” Tommy jumped in his truck as Sarah followed while you got in the car with Joel.

The drive was slightly awkward at first, being that Joel wasn’t much of a talker. His body felt tense as he drove, sneaking a glance at you as you looked out the window. You wore a jean skirt with a plain pink top, but all he could focus on was your legs.

“Mind if I put on the radio?”

He quickly looked away the second you spoke.

“Go ahead” he couldn’t help but notice your hand with red nails reach forward. God he hoped Tommy and Sarah wouldn’t take long doing what they had to do because Joel didn’t know long he could handle being alone with you.

“So are you excited?” You asked trying to make conversation.

“Course I am, been a while since I’ve gone skiing but I’m sure I still got it in me”

“Well maybe you can teach me” you spoke innocently, yet your words lingered in the air sending a shock of pleasure down his groin. He shifted in his seat as you sighed and changed the radio station not having any clue just how aroused you were making him simply by being in his presence.

Joel tried anything to get his mind off you, singing a song in his head, thinking about the last movie he saw, hell, anything to distract his mind from wandering off, especially with you right beside him. As the hours went by it helped that you had fallen asleep. Your hands folded on your lap as you leaned toward the door, Joel couldn’t help but take a slow look at you now that he could without being caught. He’d known you for a few years now but he didn’t know what the hell changed on you once you graduated high school. A simple look couldn’t hurt he convinced himself..

Not too long after, you woke up to Joel on the phone, whatever it was, you could tell he wasn’t happy about it.

“You’re kiddin’ me right?” Joel uttered low.

“Why the hell didn’t you say somethin’ earlier?” You crossed your arms sitting up wondering what was going on as he pulled over to the side of the road.

“The hell am I suppose to do now?” He continued, a few more words were said before he slammed his phone shut.

“What happened?” You spoke in a soft voice.

“Tommy’s truck broke down”

“What? We still have hours to go, where are they?”

“They’re three hours away”

“What?” You whispered confused.

It was ten at night and you had no idea where you were or what you were supposed to do.

“So now what?”

“We get a motel for the night, they’ll meet us in the mornin’-“

“A motel?“

Joel cleared his throat looking away, obvious discomfort on his face as he tried to hide how he felt about staying at a motel with you.

“Yeah, Sarah already called the cabin. We’ll make it there tomorrow” he continued to drive as you looked at the road confused.

Luckily Joel had found a motel up the road.

As soon as he entered the lobby he was clear in asking for two separate rooms or at least a room with two beds. Of course with his luck there was only one room available with one bed.

“Jesus christ” he ran his hand through his hair in frustration. With there not being another motel for another ten miles down Joel gave in and took the key.

Unlocking the door you could see how annoyed he felt, you figured it was because of delay in the trip. Pressing his lips together he looked up at you and motioned for you to walk in before him. The first sight of the bed sitting in the middle of the room you sighed as Joel stood behind you and shut the door.

“You can take the bed” he uttered low throwing his bag to the side.

“And where are you going to sleep?”

He pointed at a wooden chair in the corner of the room making you scoff.

“Don’t be ridiculous , Mr.Miller. You need proper rest, you’ve been driving for a few hours and-“

“I’ll do just fine on that chair” he insisted “and how many times do I have to tell you to just call me Joel”.

“Well, Joel, the bed is big enough for both of us, why make things harder for yourself?” you raised a brow as you took your bag and walked to the bathroom. Joel never thought he would ever find himself in a situation like this, his mind racing with things he found harder to ignore.

After changing into your pajamas you walked out of the room yawning making Joel turn to you. Instantly taken back by what you wore, an oversized t shirt that dropped down above your knees.

“The hell are you wearin’?”

“My pajamas?” You looked at him confused, his hands on his hips as he looked flustered.

“Ain’t there somethin’ else you could wear?”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” You tilted your head as he bit down on his bottom lip. There was no way Joel was going to be locked in a room with you just wearing an oversized shirt. You didn’t see anything wrong with it especially with how long it was.

“I’m gonna go get somethin’ from the truck” he uttered under his breath as he turned towards the door. Yeah, that’s what he figured he would do. Sleep in the car.

“Wait-“ you took a step forward.

“What?”

“Where are you going?”

“To my truck, I’ll sleep in the car and-“

“No!” You took another step forward.

“You can’t leave me alone in this motel…I-“

“Why not?” He furrowed his brows.

“It’s creepy and…I don’t know…I’m kinda scared to stay alone up here”

“You’re scared?” You could hear the irritation in his tone, God you were making it harder for the man to keep himself away from you.

“Yes, can you please stay”

Joel sighed looking away knowing he had no choice. He knew he couldn’t just leave you alone like that.

“Thank you” you whispered and headed to the bed.

“So what side do you prefer to sleep on?”

Joel looked up at you, clearly over the whole ordeal.

“I ain’t sleepin’ on the bed”

“You’re still going on with that? Look how big this bed is!” You took it upon yourself to choose a side and lay back.

“You know something Mr.Miller-Joel” you corrected yourself as you sat up.

“Sometimes I think you just don’t like me and I don’t know what I’ve done but whatever it is, I apologize”

Joel stood still, Jesus Christ, now he had you thinking he didn’t like you, which obviously was so very far from the truth. He cleared his throat, not exactly sure how to defend himself without being obvious how badly he actually wanted you.

“That ain’t it, sweetheart” his words were spoken softly, probably the softest he’s ever spoken to you. There was an awkward silence after that before you sighed and got under the covers.

“Well, if that’s not it, then I insist you lay on a bed to sleep. I won’t bother you I promise” he watched as you turned over and proceeded to close your eyes.

Giving in, he walked towards the bed. Still debating in his mind what he should and shouldn’t do. He knew it was best to sleep in his jeans, at least the heavy material would do better at hiding a boner he knew he would get.

“You didn’t pack pajamas?” You suddenly turned catching him off guard.

“Yeah uh-“

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna sleep with jeans on, that’s so uncomfortable” you turned back the way you were as Joel took a deep breath. Without saying a word he proceeded to change his clothes in the bathroom.

Sweats and a navy blue t shirt Joel awkwardly sat on the bed. It seemed as if you had already fallen asleep, if so, it definitely would be better for him. Laying on his back he looked at the ceiling, his knee up as he carefully tried not to move much with you beside him.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad he thought, just a few hours, make it through the night and everything would be fine, right? He couldn’t help but look over, the blanket covering your legs until you moved shifting its place on you. Now a hint of the back of your bear thighs exposed to him, he didn’t even realize he began to breathe hard. His eyes darting back and forth between the ceiling and your legs until he found it in him to reach over and attempt to cover you. Of course, just as he did you unexpectedly turned over toward him, his hand now trapped beneath the side of your thigh as you faced him.

“Shit” he whispered, his breathing becoming harder to control, a feeling of anticipation he couldn’t hide. His hand feeling your bare skin on him, he could feel the pressure in his chest when you abruptly turned away again.

God you were moving a lot, each movement taking him by surprise but now here you were with your ass poked out just inches away from his crotch area. Looking down, his hand ached to grab your waist and press himself against you. The scent of your vanilla spray filling the air, only weakening his fight. A soft sleepy moan escaping your lips making him look up, the sound you made only making his cock begin to the throb as it hardened in his pants when your phone began to buzz.

Joel quickly turned onto his back lifting the covers over him as you responded in a lazy like voice.

“Mhm. Sure…yeah…I’ll tell him” you sighed before clicking the phone off and turning to Joel.

“Sarah said-“ you stopped in your tracks noticing how fast paced his breathing was.

“Are you ok?” His knee blocking his erection as he refused to look at you.

“Joel?” You whispered.

“I’m fine” he responded in a much more aggressive tone than he meant to.

“Are…are you sure?”

He looked to you with a clenched jaw but he didn’t say a word. His mind going hazy the second he laid eyes on you, he knew he was no longer thinking straight. Joel felt like an animal was taking over him when he abruptly turned towards you and kissed you. You squealed in shock as his hand caressed the crook of your neck, he placed himself over you just before he pulled his lips away. You panted looking up at him in disbelief, how he managed to get himself between your legs so quickly you couldn’t say.

“Joel..” you whispered.

“You scared me” your words instantly setting a realization within him, regret was clear in his eyes.

“I’m sorry-“ but just before he attempted to remove himself, you gently placed your hand on his face. He closed his eyes savoring your touch, your legs adjusting around his waist allowing you to feel his fully erect member against you.

“So this is what it’s all been about…” you whispered somewhat amused as he looked away with shame.

“This ain’t right” you felt him about to move away and tightened your legs around him.

“Wait” you whispered.

“We don’t…we don’t have to do anything but you can just…just stay here” you felt yourself become aroused, the head of his cock against your pussy lips. Through his sweats you could feel the shape of him against you, your black lace underwear soaking up from your excitement. As good as it felt between your legs, Joel took a deep breath.

“I can’t” he whispered, his lips against your forehead.

“Please..” you grabbed onto his shirt wanting to feel him even closer and that’s when he slowly thrusted his hips against you. Your lips parted against his and he thrusted again and again. Your moan made him freeze in place, he wanted more. Joel lifted his body up and looked down noticing the wet stop you left him on his grey sweats, only tempting him to continue.

“I’m sorry” you whispered slightly embarrassed.

He didn’t say a word, you could see him losing the fight and angled his face back to you.

“It’s not like we’re having sex..” you whispered.

“We’re not doing anything wrong” you continued, your thumb brushing over his lips.

He needed to feel more.

With one hand leaning beside your head, he pushed himself up and pushed down his sweats along with his underwear, revealing his aching member.

“What are you doing?”

“I won’t put it in, I just-“ he proceeded to take his cock and brush it up and down between your lips, you lay silently feeling aroused like you had never felt before. Your silk underwear slowly moving aside the more he teased you, his eyes on yours as he focused on the hold he had on you.

“Just don’t-“

“I won’t” he whispered hoarsely. The feel of his cock coming into contact with your pussy, you slowly reached between you both and pulled your underwear aside giving him complete access to feel you.

“Oh, baby…I don’t know if I can stop” he panted as your body squirmed beneath him. You both wanted more, the sound of how wet your pussy was only continued to awaken the animal inside him. His eyes focused on yours when he suddenly slipped himself inside you making you gasp. He held himself feeling you throb around him, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Joel..” you whispered, his eyes dazed.

“I’m sorry..” he whispered.

“Don’t be…. Again…please” Joel did just as you asked, sliding himself nearly all the way out before ramming himself in you once more.

“Is that what you want? Tell me” he demanded, both of his hands grabbing your face. You nodded desperately before he began moving his hips in a rhythm against you, again and again and again. The bed squeaking loudly the faster he moved.

“Fuck” you moaned as he aggressively pulled his shirt over his head with one hand before sliding his other hand under your ass and lifting you up closer against him. Joel didn’t give a shit if what he was doing in that moment wasn’t wrong and neither did you. You felt better than he could imagine, your tight wet cunt wrapped around him, he moaned deeply. You didn’t want him to stop, you didn’t want it to end when someone suddenly knocked on the door. You and Joel froze out of breath as someone knocked again.

“Housekeeping!”

“No!” Joel blurt out roughly.

“No thank you” he breathed in relief that it was no one else before continuing what he was doing. Next thing you knew, Joel flipped you on top of him, his hands pushing up beneath your shirt grabbing your breasts as you bounced him. Joel could feel your cum dripping down his ballsack.

“Just like that, baby” he panted looking down at his cock.

“Fuck, Joel I’m gonna-“

“You’re gonna cum? Look at me, fucking look at me when you cum” he grabbed a handful of your hair and bought your face down close to his as he pushed his pelvis upwards as fast as he could. You couldn’t take the pleasure he was making you feel, your screams echoing around the room as you came repeatedly.

“Atta girl” he slowed down and flipped you back on your back, your body limp from your orgasm he got on his knees and quickly pulled out. Jerking himself off, his cum shot out of him onto your stomach as he leaned over you.

“Oh shit” he spoke breathlessly looking down at when slowly the intense high came crashing down. He had just fucked his daughter’s Bestfriend.

Joel pushed himself off the bed, slowly stumbling towards the bathroom as your body still tried to recover. He didn’t say a word slamming the bathroom door shut as you slowly pushed yourself up.

“Are you okay?” You called out to him cleaning yourself up, your legs slightly trembling. He didn’t respond.

A few minutes later Joel came rushing out fully dressed and began packing his bag.

“What are you doing?” You asked confused.

“Get dressed, we ain’t stayin’ here”

“Joel, where the hell are we gonna go?”

“Get dressed” he narrowed his eyes on you with a tone you didn’t like.

“Where are we going? Sarah is three hours away and the cabin is still hours away-“

“I ain’t stayin’ here” he walked past you picking up his sweats and throwing it in the bag.

“I don’t understand-“ he abruptly stopped before you and grabbed your face making you gasp.

“I just fucked you in a damn motel. If I don’t leave from here, I will fuck you again and again” his eyes drifted to your lips as you looked at him speechless.

“You’re my daughter’s best friend, I can’t do this” he whispered as he got lost in his temptation and kissed you passionately. He carried you up against the wall brushing his hand up your thigh pushing your shirt above your hips before he moved his lips away. Leaning his forehead on yours he slowly put you back on your feet.

“Get dressed” his tone was cold as he turned away from you.

“You know what-“ you walked towards your bag and pulled out your pants.

“As soon as Sarah and Tommy meet us we can switch, I’ll ride the rest of the way with Tommy” Joel instantly looked up from his bag. Clearly what you said didn’t exactly sit right with him. The thought of you traveling alone with Tommy knowing how his brother was something he was not going to allow. Especially after what had just happened with you.

“So you wanna ride with Tommy now?” He made his way around the bed walking towards you as you pulled up your pants without looking at him.

“Mhm” you responded with clear annoyance.

“You gonna wear your little panties for Tommy too?” Your eyes widened.

“Oh screw you, I didn’t make a move on you”

Joel stood silent, he knew you were right yet his jealousy somehow overpowering his emotions. He felt defeated.

“You’re not ridin’ with Tommy and that’s final” he turned away.

“And what makes you think I have to listen to you?” You quickly followed him until he suddenly turned back to you catching you off guard. He was silent, his jaw tense as you looked up at him slightly intimidated. You could’ve sworn he was going to say something….anything until your phone rang.

Sarah and Tommy got a ride and were now much much closer than you both originally expected them to be and that’s when it hit you, that you were now stuck on a four day trip with your Bestfriend and her dad that you had just slept with..

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[aftersunsz]

WHAT TO EXPECT (SIDNEY CROSBY)

summary: Sidney starts to notice some new unusual changes with his wife. He’s no doctor, but he thinks he knows what’s going on. (Sidney Crosby x OC)

what to expect series

warnings: pregnancy

an: hi! this is my first time writing on tumblr. i recently stopped writing on wattpad so i thought i would give tumblr a try :) thanks for reading! also i kind of want to make dad!sidney a series so if you have any requests for dad!sidney, send them in!! also i tried to make this as accurate as possible (i looked through many articles and watched videos and asked my sister about her pregnancies 😭) so if there’s any inaccuracies, i do apologize for those!!

Vivien has been with Sidney for years, sticking with him through thick and thin, losses and wins. It was only a month after the Penguins won the Stanley Cup in 2016 that she and Sidney finally said I do to each other, now sharing a last name. They were in no rush to have children, but they knew it would eventually happen and if it did, then they would be more than happy.

It all started with waffles.

Vivien was sound asleep—until suddenly, her stomach twists with hunger. She sits up, confused. She never woke up in the middle of the night for food. Ever. She glanced at the clock.

2:41 a.m.

Still, her body is insisting. So, she pads down the hall barefoot, slipping on a sweatshirt and heads to the kitchen. Soon, the smell of waffles fills the house as she stands in front of the waffle maker, flipping them carefully. It didn’t taken long for her husband to notice she was gone. Sidney could hear the sound of running water and pots and pans bumping against each other. So he climbed out of bed and walked to the kitchen where he found her pouring waffle batter onto the waffle maker.

“What are you doing?” he mumbles, voice heavy with sleep.

Vivien barely glances at him. “Making waffles,” she says casually. “I woke up starving.”

He looks at the clock on the stove. “It’s 2 AM, baby.”

“I don’t know, I just got hungry,” she sighed and took the waffle out when it was ready. “go back to sleep, i’ll be there soon.”

“I sleep better with you. Now, hand me one of those.”

At the time, neither of them thought much of it. It was just a simple case of midnight cravings. Only in her case, it was much more than craving waffles.

—

It’s September and the house is warm. And Vivien? She had made herself a little nest in the living room couch, surrounded by a plethora of blankets and pillows and yet, she were still cold. It was then that Sidney walked in from practice.

“Are you okay?” He asked, approaching his wife and her bundle of blankets.

She look up with a glare. “I’m freezing. Are you sure the heat is on?”

He frowned. “It’s seventy two in here.”

“It feels like I just got hit by an iceberg.” She adjusted the blankets over her body.

“Okay, Titanic, scoot. I heard my cuddles are the warmest.” He took off his shoes and started lifting up Vivien’s blankets then wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him.

“Oh yeah? Who told you that? Flower? Geno?”

—

It only took an afternoon nap for Sidney to start noticing that there was definitely something wrong with his wife. She never naps. Ever. But recently, after work or running errands, Vivien immediately falls asleep the second her body hit the couch or bed. She weren’t against naps, but she just never took them.

It was one afternoon when Sidney arrived home to find her asleep on the couch. The TV was still on playing some show that was long forgotten, a barely eaten granola bar on the coffee table. He approaches the couch and crouched down so he could take a look at his sleeping wife. His hand reaches up to Vivien’s cheek and strokes it leading to her slowly waking up. He didn’t mean to do that.

“Hi.” She smiled weakly at him.

“Hi,” he smiled back. “The bed is more comfortable.”

“I think I might stay here for the night. I’m too tired to move,” she replied, sighing deeply. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Sid. I’m tired.” She admits.

“We’ll find out together. I promise you’re going to be okay.” He pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

—

After a couple of weeks, it seemed like she had cut back on afternoon naps. Now, she was angrier than usual. It was always something setting Vivien off. Unfolded laundry, the alarm clock going off, Sidney sitting too close to her . . Speaking of Sidney. .

Vivien walked into the shared bedroom with a glass cup in hand, fuming at the fact that Sidney had left it sitting on the counter. He had stepped into the bedroom to change his sock after he accidentally spilled some water on the floor and he had stepped in it. Nobody likes wet socks after all. He was just about to leave when she had barged in.

“Do you know where this goes?” She held the glass up to show him.

“In the dishwasher?” He looked like a boy being scolded by his mother.

“And why wasn’t it in there? Do I have to do everything in this house?” Vivien placed the glass on the nightstand so he had to bring it back to the kitchen. Without hearing him out, she walks away.

“I wasn’t done with it . .” He mumbled to himself. He definitely didn’t want to piss her off more. Sidney mentally made a note about her sudden anger. Midnight waffle cravings, being too cold, afternoon naps and now this? yeah, something was up.

—

It only continued from there. The couple was getting ready for bed, Sidney had just finished drying his hair from his shower while Vivien was brushing her teeth. It came fast, the sudden urge to gag. As soon as Sidney heard, he was right beside her. Vivien had gagged so hard that she had to sit on the toilet seat to steady herself.

“Hey, hey . . . I got you.” Sidney held her body close as she coughed.

“The toothpaste is disgusting.” Was all she could say.

“The toothpaste? The same brand you’ve been using for six years?” He asked. There was never any problem with the brand before. . Why now?

“It’s awful, Sid.” She wiped the bit of toothpaste she had from corner of her mouth.

“We can change it. It’s okay. We’ll go out tomorrow to the store.” He assured her.

That same night, she had complained about the dryness in her mouth. Despite drinking a whole water bottle, it felt like a desert in her mouth.

—

It was after a Penguins game that Sidney’s theory was finally confirmed. Vivien was talking with Fluery, Sidney by her side holding her hand. Vivien thought he had gotten really touchy in the past few weeks, she didn’t mind of course. (Yet.)

Sidney was in the middle of talking when she tilted her head and suddenly squinted, nose crinkling just a bit. Then she took a very deliberate sniff in Marc-Andre’s direction.

“Is that . . . lavender?” She asked, eyebrows raised.

Fluery lit up when she immediately took notice. “Yes! It’s my new detergent! You like it?”

She smiled. “It’s nice. Calming. I smelled it the second you walked over.” Sidney blinked. He didn’t say anything—just tightened his hold on her hand slightly.

After a little more chatting, she leaned toward Sid and whispered, “I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.” He nodded, hand ghosting over the small of his wife’s back as she slipped away.

The second the door closed behind Vivien, Marc-André turned to Sid with a knowing look. “Do you know?” he asked, voice low but playful.

Sidney straightened. “Know what?” he replied carefully.

Fluery gave him a face. “Sid. Come on. I’m a father. I know the signs.” He gestured vaguely. “She smelled my shirt, man.”

“I knew I wasn’t crazy!” Sidney let out a sigh of relief. “The naps, the midnight cravings, the mood swings! She cried because we were out of the good peanut butter. And she absolutely hates my deodorant now. She’s been chewing ice and steals my hoodies when it’s seventy degrees out! Her toothpaste makes her gag, man, it makes her gag!”

The goaltender laughed softly, but his expression shifted as he looked toward the bathroom door.

“You know,” he said, gentler now, “it’s probably already been rough for her. Those early months can be hard.”

Sid nodded slowly. “I’ve noticed. She’s been tired a lot. Snapping at stuff that never used to bother her. And I keep asking if she’s okay . .” He let out a breath. “She’s not okay.”

“That’s when daddy sid comes in to the rescue.” He playfully punched Sidney’s shoulder.

Sidney was about to protest about the new nickname but then it settled in. Someone was going to call him dad. Sidney ran a hand down his face and exhaled. “I’m gonna be a dad. Holy shit.”

“The best thing ever.” Fluery grinned.

Sidney shook his head in disbelief, the corners of his mouth pulling into a stunned smile. “Viv’s going to be a mom. She’s gonna be so good at it.”

“You both will be.”

[cuteandhughesy]

AHH!! CONGRATS LOVIE!!! SO SO PROUD OF YOU!! I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO A SIDNEY CROSBY FIC WITH “IM OLD ENOUGH TO BE YOUR DAD. I. DONT. CARE.” BUT MAKE IT SEXUAL (idk if you would tweak the prompt)

prompt no.27: “i’m old enough to be your dad.” “I. don’t. care.”

pairing: professor! sidney x student! reader

18+ under the cut

you remember the day you and sidney crosby crossed the line like the back of your hand.

the sky was dark and humming with the end of fall, leaves trickling off branches and covering the yellowing grass in a coating of oranges and brows. the porch light beside your uni house door casted a warm, dim glow over you and him as you brought your bottom lip into your mouth.

he was bringing you home from a small coffee shop, almost 30 minutes off campus. it was a date. you know that and he knows that. but neither of you said it out loud. you’ve been asking your professor for extra help for weeks—help that you didn’t need—batting your lashes at him across his desk while asking if he’d help you study at a coffee shop.

eventually, against his better judgment, he agreed. sidney picked you up, at your door like the gentleman he is—opening and closing the car door like second nature for you. and he really tried to keep it professional. he brought his work and textbooks and his laptop to help you study, but conversation soon derailed and you started talking about social life and what shows you were binging and dating.

you silk slip dress sways around your knees as you lean back against your uni door, blinking up at sidney slowly. he groans, the sound barley audible to your ears. he knows he should walk away now. you’ve said goodnight in that sweet, low voice that always makes his dick jump.

“i’m old enough to be your dad.” he told you, one last attempt at stopping the inevitable pull between you.

“I. don’t. care.”

walk away, sidney.

but he doesn’t—he can’t. he surges forward, grabbing your waist and smashing his lips into yours. it’s hurried and messy and so dangerous. but neither of you could stop—grabbing at one another like wild animals.

after that everything changed.

subtle looks he’d once sneak your way turn more into longing glances. when you pass him your work, you’d let your fingers brush the back of his hand—slowly, teasingly. bringing him a coffee before anybody else could get to class, and secret notes you’d leave him in the margins of your assignments, sidney asking you to stay back after a lesson, only to lock the door of his office and pounding into you.

like now, the wooden desk below you creaking and cracking under sidney’s relentless thrusts, pelvis smacking against your ass as he takes you from behind. you’re moaning pathetically, gushing around his unapologetically hard cock, massaging your tight walls and kissing that textured, spongy spot inside you that makes you sob.

“fuck me,” he curses lowly, delivering a quick, firm smack to the globe of your already abused ass. you whine, fingers gripping the edge of sidney’s desk so hard that the rough wood underneath is leaving splinters. but you don’t care.

pain and pleasure is all one with sidney crosby. and you love it.

“that feel good baby?” he taunts, pushing your shirt further up your back, exposing more and more of your soft, supple skin. “you’re so wet..dripping down your legs and making a mess everywhere.”

you don’t answer him—you can’t—jaw slack and breathing laboured as your cheek smooshes against the desk top. you’re withering beneath him, trying to push your hips back in order to meet his rough thrusts. but it’s no use because sidney’s palms are flat against your lower back, pushing down and keeping your still.

“was that your plan?” he grunts, leaning over your back, voice dropping to an almost inaudible whisper as his lips brush the shell of your hot ear. “wearing that skirt with nothing underneath to get me to fuck you? make a mess all over my office, huh baby? answer me.”

you whine desperately, one of your hands flying behind you, reaching for his hand where it rests on your back. your perfectly manicured fingers wriggle and stretch, brushing against his wrist in a silent plea. sidney grunts, interlocking his fingers with yours and bringing them back down to the desk.

“just needed you,” you moan, turning your head the best you can to look at sidney. his mouth is open, chest heaving rapidly as his cock buries and juts into your needy entrance. you pout, lips bruised and lipstick smudged from the feverish kisses you’d shared earlier. sidney’s fingers flex between yours, rolling his hips against yours even quicker.

you hiccup, practically drooling onto scattered paper work you’d both been too impatient to clear from the table top. “you fuck me so good,” you cry, nipples painfully puffy and neglected inside the cups of your bra. removing your bra was another thing you’d been too lazy to remove, but right now it’s hard to focus on with sidney’s perfectly thick cock slamming into, balls brushing your clit just enough to shoot electricity through your bloodstream.

“yeah,” he reply’s through a grumbling moan, chest brushing against your back. “you gunna be my good girl? you gunna cum for me?”

your squeezing his hand so tight that your knuckles are turning white, eyes squeezed shut as your walls continue to squeeze and contract. the fuse is your belly is almost ready to explode, invite your body in the peak of its pleasure.

you’re not answering quick enough. sidney huffs, hand escaping yours in favour of wrapping around your messy ponytail. you gasp loudly as he easily pulls you off of the desk, your back flush with his chest. the hand that was previously on your lower back wraps around your middle, keeping you held against him as he slams his cock into your impossibly wet entrance.

“answer me.”

this position feels deeper—more intense—sidney’s leaky head kissing your fluttering cervix with every single thrust. “i’m cumming,” you sob as a wave of euphoria washes over you, walls tightening around his cock as you climax.

he coos at your pathetic cry’s, thrusts turning more sporadic and frantic as he chases his own release. “that’s it,” he grunts, nipping at your ear and making you gasp. “that’s my girl—fuck.”

with a final curse, sidney’s warm load spills into you, coating your walls like he’s painting your insides with his sticky, white seed. once he’s done twitching, cum fully inside you, sidney slips out of your spent walls.

you moan softly, pouting as you grip his strong forearm, nails digging into his skin and creating little half moon indents.

he chuckles gently, pressing a kiss to your sweaty temple. “you okay baby girl?”

“yeah, you breathe, completely fucked out and even more in love.

—

(unedited)

[mrsonmyr]

just us

summary: it’s the summer of 2003. sidney realizes his feelings for his childhood best friend before he leaves for rimouski

pairing: sidney crosby x female reader

wc: 5.1k

It was a quiet, muggy August night in Cole Harbour, the sun was setting and the sky was streaks of coral and pink hues, the buzz of cicadas filled the silence between houses.

Sidney Crosby stood at the base of the oak tree in your backyard. A tree he had climbed hundreds of times to get your attention from your bedroom window. He glanced up toward the familiar second story window. It was open, like it always was in the summer evenings. A soft yellow light poured out of it, and the hum of some indie playlist drifted down to him.

You were up there. Maybe sitting cross legged on your bed like you always did, maybe scribbling in that journal you never let him read, maybe thinking about him, the way he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

It was getting harder to pretend.

You’d grown up together— through scraped elbows and failed math tests and late night pond skates. You knew him better than anyone else.

He picked up a small pebble and rolled it in his palm. He didn’t throw it, though. Not yet. There was a part of him that wanted to just stand there, rooted under that tree, watching the light spill out from your room like it was sacred.

Summer was ending. He was leaving soon. You were headed off to Dal.

So he tossed the pebble.

It tapped the window just light enough not to piss off your dad.

A few seconds passed before your head appeared through the open frame. You looked down, narrowed your eyes like you were trying to pretend you were annoyed. But the corners of your mouth twitched. “Sid,” you called. “If you scratch my window again, I swear to God—”

“You say that every time,” he grinned.

“And one of these days, I’ll mean it.”

“I need a goalie.” He says with a smile, tossing another pebble up and catching it midair like he had all the time in the world.

You raised a brow, arms crossed. “It’s late. Who’s playing hockey at this hour?”

He shrugs. “Me. Maybe you. Come down.”

When you were kids, you were fearless. Or at least, that’s how everyone saw you—diving in front of slapshots, chasing rebounds like your life depended on it, standing in the net without pads while Sidney Crosby wound up from halfway across the driveway. Parents used to wince. His mom once joked that you’d grow up with a dent in your shinbone shaped like his slapshot. But you never flinched. Because to you, playing goalie for Sid wasn’t just a game. It was yours. A ritual. Summer evenings, scraped knees, sweat-stuck shirts, and Sid’s laugh echoing off the pavement.

You would’ve stood there forever if it meant he’d keep looking at you like you were invincible.

But then time happened.

Sid got taller. Way taller. His shoulders filled out, his voice dropped, and his jawline could probably cut glass. He still looked at you like you were his person, but sometimes his gaze would linger a little longer, and you could feel something unspoken start to settle between you.

You stopped dressing like one of the boys. Not because anyone told you to—but because you wanted to. Wanted to feel pretty. Wanted him to notice.

And he did.

He never said anything, not out loud, but you caught it. The way his eyes would flick down when your shirt rode up during a game, or the way he’d go quiet when your cherry lip gloss caught the light. He wasn’t subtle—not with you.

You’d lean back on your elbows after a game, tired and breathless in the summer heat, and his eyes would rest on your collarbones just a second too long before he looked away like it burned.

And then there were the others.

The neighbourhood boys started making comments. Not about you directly at first—just about girls in general. About legs and low-cut shirts and what they’d do if they had five minutes alone with so-and-so behind the bleachers. You weren’t stupid. You heard it all.

Sid heard it too.

The first time someone made a comment about you, it was subtle. A joke. One of his teammates nudged him and said, “Your goalie’s growing up, huh? Damn, if she was mine…”

Sid punched him. Hard. Right in the shoulder. Told him to shut the hell up.

“Hey, don’t joke about Sid’s girl.” Another teammate laughed.

“She’s not my girl,” Sidney huffed, feeling something hot and messy climb into his throat. “She’s just my friend.”

But the words felt wrong the second they left his mouth.

His friend. Yeah. Sure. The same friend he looked for in every room. The one whose number he knew by heart, who could read him better than his own parents. The one whose lip gloss he could taste in the air before she even said a word. Who’d been his summer, every summer, since they were eight years old.

The guys laughed it off, turned their attention back to the rink, but Sid’s jaw stayed tight.

Because the thing was—he hated the way they talked about you. The way they looked at you now, like you were just another girl in shorts and a tank top. Like they hadn’t grown up watching you block every slapshot with nothing but a broken stick and guts. Like you weren’t you.

He didn’t know when it happened, when the line between my goalie and my girl started to blur. Maybe it was the first time you wore that stupid cherry lip gloss that made him forget what he was saying mid-sentence. Or when he saw some junior guy from school offer to carry your books and you smiled, polite but distant. That smile—the one that wasn’t for Sid.

You’d never smiled at him like that. And he didn’t know whether he wanted you to… or not.

“I don’t feel like playing tonight,” you said, your voice softer than usual, but heavy enough to pull him out of whatever thought he’d been stuck in.

“I’m leaving soon,” he said, not accusing, just honest. “Just thought we could get one last game in before I’m gone.”

You didn’t look at him when you answered. “Don’t make it sound like you’re dying.”

You said it like a joke, but it didn’t land. The tension in your chest was too tight, your throat too full. You weren’t mad. Not really. You were proud of him—so proud it hurt. You’d watched him chase this dream since he could barely hold a stick. You were there when he skated circles around kids twice his size, when scouts started showing up at games, when he whispered about the draft like it was some far-off galaxy he might never reach.

Now it was real. And he was leaving. For real.

Not for a weekend tournament or a training camp. This time, he was really going.

“Alright, we won’t play,” Sid said, and you could hear the disappointment under the easy tone. “Come down. We can sit by the dock.”

You hesitated at the window. The sky was streaked in pinks and purples now, the kind of sunset that felt like a painting, and the cicadas were still humming in the trees. You looked at him—standing there in that worn-out hoodie and beat-up sneakers, holding his stick loosely at his side like he couldn’t quite let go of it yet.

It would’ve been easier to say no. To climb back into bed, to turn your music up and pretend that nothing was changing.

But you never could say no to Sid. Not really.

So you climbed down from the oak tree, slow and quiet, and landed in the grass beside him. You didn’t say anything at first, just started walking toward the dock like you’d done a hundred times before—past the firepit, past the line of rocks you used to leap across like some made-up obstacle course when you were kids.

The boards of the dock creaked under your feet as you sat beside him, legs dangling over the water, the lake dark and glassy below.

You pulled your hoodie sleeves over your hands, and he let the silence sit for a minute before speaking.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, surprising you.

You turned to look at him.

“Not of hockey. Not of leaving. I’m scared of what it means if I go and everything’s different when I come back.”

You didn’t say anything right away. Just listened to the water lapping gently against the wood, the distant sound of a dog barking down the road, the weight of the words hanging between you like fog.

“It’s already different,” you said quietly.

He nodded, jaw tight. “I know.”

You looked at him then, really looked at him. His face was lit by the last remnants of golden light, his profile soft and familiar and impossibly grown-up all at once.

“I’m not going to ask you to stay,” you said. “Because you wouldn’t, and I wouldn’t let you. But I’m allowed to miss you, Sid.”

He turned to face you, eyes dark and honest. “I’ll miss you more.”

You gave him a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

A week later, you stood at the edge of his driveway, arms crossed against the morning chill, watching as he packed the last of his bags into the back of his parents’ van. Taylor was already in the backseat, headphones on, legs propped against a duffel bag. It was quiet, heavy with the kind of silence that comes when you know something is ending—at least for now.

Sid turned back one last time, eyes lingering on you like he was trying to memorize the way you looked in that moment. Like he didn’t want to forget. His dad whistled, tapping the side of the van, voice calling out, “Say your goodbyes, Sid. We’re rolling out.”

The knot in your stomach pulled tighter.

You didn’t cry. Not until after he was gone.

Sunday nights became something different after that. Sometimes you’d get a call—never promised, but you noticed the pattern. He’d ring you after checking in with his parents, speaking low so he wouldn’t wake his roommates. Just a soft “Hey,” and you’d curl into your bed with your heart in your throat, pretending things hadn’t changed.

About a month after he left, you got his first letter in the mail. Neat handwriting, a little smudged like he’d written it in a rush. Like maybe he couldn’t wait to talk to you in a way a phone call couldn’t touch.

Postmarked from Rimouski, Quebec

It’s late, and I should probably be asleep. Morning skate starts early and the guys already give me hell for looking half-dead on the ice. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you tonight.

Everything’s fast here. Faster than Cole Harbour, faster than I thought I was ready for. The drills are harder, the pressure’s heavier, and every time I step on the ice, I feel like I have to prove I belong here all over again.

But I’ve been doing okay. Better than okay, actually. Coach pulled me aside yesterday—said I was standing out. He smiled when he said it, that kind of rare, real smile like he actually meant it. I should’ve felt proud. I did. But the first thing I wanted to do was tell you.

I miss your laugh. The way you say my name when you’re annoyed but not really. I miss seeing you in that hoodie that’s still technically mine. And the cherry lip gloss. God, I miss that stupid lip gloss.

Tell the dock I said hi.

Always,

Sid

You read it three times.

You didn’t write him back.

Not because you didn’t care—God, you cared too much. His letter sat folded on your desk, worn soft at the edges from how many times you’d picked it up, read it, traced the handwriting like it might tell you what he couldn’t quite say.

He hadn’t said the words. Not exactly. And neither had you.

And maybe that’s what scared you the most.

So instead, you did nothing. Waited. Let the days pass and told yourself he was probably too busy to notice anyway. Told yourself it would be easier to pretend that things were still the same. That nothing had changed.

Until Friday.

You were in your dorm room at Dalhousie, halfway through folding your laundry when you heard a knock on the door—followed by giggles and footsteps from down the hall.

One of the girls you barely knew from your floor poked her head in, a teasing smile on her lips.

“Uh, hey—your boyfriend’s here.”

You blinked. “What?”

She grinned. “Big guy. Kinda ridiculously hot. Said he’s looking for his goalie?”

Your stomach dropped.

No. No way.

You shoved your laundry onto your bed and nearly tripped getting to the door. Your heart was pounding like it wanted out of your chest. You had no plan, no words, nothing prepared.

And there he was.

Sidney. Standing in the hallway like something out of a daydream.

Bag slung over his shoulder. Hockey hat barely hiding the way his hair curled at the edges. And those eyes—those same warm, familiar eyes—locked on you the second you stepped out.

He smiled, just barely. Nervous. Hopeful. “Hey.”

You stared at him. Speechless.

“I was in town for a few days,” he said, shifting on his feet. “Figured I’d surprise you. I didn’t mean to freak you out or anything, I just—”

You shook your head, your voice barely steady. “No. You didn’t. I just—I didn’t expect—”

Him. Here. In front of you. Looking like everything you’d missed and tried to push down since the day he left.

The hallway was suddenly too bright, too loud with the buzz of distant music and the occasional slam of a dorm door. But all you could focus on was him—his hoodie, the way his hands kept twitching like he didn’t know what to do with them, the look in his eyes.

“I wasn’t sure if I should come,” he admitted. “You didn’t answer my letter, and I thought maybe I said too much. Or not enough.”

You blinked. “Come in,” you said suddenly, pulling the door open wider. “You’re making the girls on this floor lose their minds.”

That got a half-smile from him. “Sorry.”

You stepped aside, and he walked in slowly, glancing around your dorm room like it was sacred ground. Like it held more answers than you did.

He dropped his bag on the floor and stood awkwardly near your desk, hands in his hoodie pocket. “You look different,” he said quietly.

“Different how?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Older. Like you belong here.”

You crossed your arms, trying not to let your heart fall out of your chest.

“And you?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Do you feel like you belong where you are?”

Sidney hesitated. His eyes dropped to the floor for a second before coming back to meet yours.

“On the ice? Yeah. But… off of it?” He shook his head slightly. “It’s loud. Fast. I’m always around people but never really with anyone, you know?”

You nodded. You did know.

He glanced around your room again, eyes lingering on the little details—the photos tacked above your desk, the throw blanket on your bed, the notebook half-open beside your computer. It was nothing special, but it was yours.

And for a moment, he looked like he wanted to memorize it all.

“I missed this,” he said. “Just being around you. Talking like we used to.”

“You could’ve called more,” you said, trying to keep the edge out of your voice.

He looked guilty. “I know. I wanted to. I just… I didn’t know how to talk to you sometimes. Not without feeling like I’d screw it all up.”

You stayed quiet.

Sid sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “When I left, I thought I had to push everything else aside. Focus. No distractions. But you… you weren’t a distraction. You were the only thing that ever made it all make sense.”

Your heart stuttered at his words.

The room suddenly felt too small, too quiet, like it was holding its breath right along with you.

You looked at him—really looked at him. The way his shoulders rose and fell with the weight of what he’d just said, the way his jaw clenched like he wasn’t sure if he should’ve kept that to himself. But his eyes didn’t waver.

“You mean that?” you asked, barely more than a whisper.

Sidney nodded once. “I always told myself hockey had to come first. That if I wanted to make it, there couldn’t be room for anything else. But then I’d think about you. About summers at the dock, and Sunday night phone calls, and the way it felt to just… be with you. And none of it made sense without you in it.”

Your throat tightened. You wanted to say something, anything—but it felt like every word you might say was stuck somewhere behind your ribs.

“You weren’t a distraction,” he said again, quieter now. “You were the calm.”

For a long moment, all you could do was stand there, the air between you thick with everything left unsaid for far too long.

It was like time folded in on itself—like you were back in your backyard, under the oak tree, with scraped knees and sunburnt cheeks… except now everything felt heavier. Realer. Like one wrong move would tip everything over.

Sid looked at you like he wanted to say more—but maybe he didn’t need to. Maybe this was the part where words finally gave out and something deeper took over.

You took a breath, your voice barely there. “What happens now?”

He stepped in, slowly, like giving you every chance to stop him. But you didn’t move. You couldn’t.

“I don’t know,” he said. “But I’m tired of pretending it’s not real.”

“Okay,” you said softly, your lips curving just the tiniest bit. “Then don’t go yet.”

You didn’t know what would happen next when you said it—just that you couldn’t stand the thought of him walking away again. Not now. Not when everything felt so close to slipping out into the open.

Things felt like how they used to. Like when you were fifteen and he’d sneak into your room after long games or stormy nights. You’d watch old movies until you fell asleep, tangled in blankets and inside jokes. Back then, it was innocent. Easy.

Now, it wasn’t.

You were both lying on your sides, the narrow bed a little too small, the space between you a little too charged. You wore a big t-shirt that definitely used to be his—soft with wear, sleeves swallowing your hands, his name faintly cracked on the back. He hadn’t said anything when he saw you in it, but his eyes had lingered.

Sid stayed a safe distance away, hands tucked behind his head like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. But every once in a while, your legs would shift beneath the blankets and your foot would brush against his.

Every time it happened, it felt like a spark—quiet, electric, impossible to ignore.

Neither of you said anything.

You could feel his presence like gravity. Like if you moved even half an inch closer, you’d fall right into him. Your fingers itched to close the space, to trace the curve of his jaw, to say what you couldn’t bring yourself to speak out loud.

But instead, you just laid there in the dark, lit only by the soft glow of the streetlamp outside your window, your breaths slow and synced, hearts pounding in the silence.

He shifted slightly. You felt the mattress dip, the blanket pulled tighter.

“Still can’t sleep on my back without you kicking me,” he muttered.

You smiled, eyes still on the ceiling. “I’m not kicking. You’re just always in the way.”

Another pause. This one longer.

“I missed this,” he said finally. His voice was quiet. Honest. Like a secret.

“I missed you,” you whispered back.

The silence that followed was thick and fragile, like if one of you said the wrong thing, the whole moment would shatter.

But no one moved.

Not yet.

The silence wrapped around you both, warm and weighty, like a blanket too heavy to throw off. You could hear Sid breathing—slow, even, but not quite relaxed. Like he was trying too hard to seem unaffected.

You weren’t sure who moved first. Maybe it was you. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was both of you at the same time, drawn together by muscle memory and something that had been pulling at you for years.

Your fingers brushed under the blanket.

You both stilled.

Then—barely, almost accidentally—his pinky hooked around yours.

It was tentative. Shy, even. Like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed.

Your heart fluttered against your ribs, and you didn’t pull away. You didn’t even breathe.

Slowly, your hand turned in the space between you until your palm was facing his. His shifted too. And then, his fingers slid into yours like they were meant to be there.

You let out a shaky breath.

Neither of you said a word. You didn’t need to.

The pressure of his hand in yours—warm, solid, careful—said it all. That he was still here. That he didn’t want to leave. That maybe this thing between you wasn’t just one-sided memories and what-ifs.

It was real.

Sid gave your hand the faintest squeeze, and when you squeezed back, you felt him exhale like he’d been holding that breath for years.

You didn’t fall asleep right away.

You just laid there in the quiet, hands tangled beneath the sheets, both pretending it wasn’t a big deal.

But it was.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the warmth.

It was early—just past sunrise, judging by the soft pink light filtering through the blinds—and your room was quiet, the kind of hush that only exists in those in-between hours where the world hasn’t fully woken up yet.

The second thing you noticed was him.

Sid was still asleep beside you, breathing steady, his face relaxed in a way you rarely saw. Somewhere in the night, the careful distance between you had disappeared. His arm was draped loosely around your waist, and your legs were tangled with his beneath the blankets. Your head was resting just beneath his chin, tucked into the curve of his shoulder like it belonged there.

And it felt… natural. Like this wasn’t the first time. Like your bodies had remembered something your minds were only just beginning to admit.

You tilted your head slightly, just enough to look at him.

He looked peaceful, younger somehow, like the weight he always carried—expectations, pressure, the whole future of his hockey career—had melted off in sleep. His hair was a mess, and your heart did something stupid at the sight of it. At the fact that he was here, in your bed, holding you like it was the most normal thing in the world.

You should’ve felt awkward. You didn’t.

Instead, you felt calm. Safe. Full of something that buzzed just under your skin.

You stayed there for a while, memorizing the way it felt to be wrapped up in him, like maybe if you stayed still enough, time would stop and this moment could stretch forever.

Eventually, he stirred. You felt him shift, his grip around you tightening just a little, like he was afraid you’d vanish.

Then his voice—raspy and low, still thick with sleep.

“You’re still here.”

You smiled into his shirt. “So are you.”

He pulled back just enough to look down at you, eyes heavy-lidded but clear, searching.

Neither of you said what you were both thinking.

Not yet.

But as his thumb brushed gently over the back of your hand, you knew—it was only a matter of time.

You both lingered in the quiet of the morning longer than you probably should’ve. But eventually, the real world started to creep back in—responsibilities, timelines, and the fact that Sid still had to visit his parents before heading back to Quebec.

He moved around your room slowly, folding his hoodie into his bag, stuffing the sleeves in like he didn’t really want it to fit. You sat on the edge of your bed, knees drawn to your chest, watching him in silence. There was something tender about the way he moved, like every motion was saying I’m not ready to leave yet.

He zipped his bag and slung it over his shoulder, pausing at your door.

“This part sucks,” he said quietly, glancing back at you.

You gave him a small smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “You’ll be back before I know it.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, but it felt like neither of you really believed it. Not the way you wanted to.

You walked with him down the hall, the silence between you thick with all the things you hadn’t said. And when you reached the door, it just… hung there. The moment. Heavy and still.

“I’ll call you,” he said, adjusting the strap on his shoulder.

You nodded. “You better.”

He didn’t move.

Neither did you.

Then his voice dropped, barely above a whisper. “Last night… wasn’t nothing, right?”

You shook your head slowly. “No. It wasn’t.”

Sid’s eyes searched yours—like he needed to be sure, like he didn’t want to make the wrong move. Your heart beat so loud you were sure he could hear it.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he murmured.

Your breath caught. “Then do it.”

He leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. But you didn’t. You tilted your chin up just slightly, eyes fluttering shut.

And when his lips finally touched yours—it wasn’t rushed, or desperate. It was soft. Certain. Like every moment between you, every summer night and almost-confession, had been leading to this.

He kissed you like a promise. And you kissed him back like you believed it.

When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, exhaling like he’d been holding that breath for years.

“See you soon?” he asked softly.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “See you soon.”

And then he turned, walked down the hall, and disappeared around the corner.

But this time, he wasn’t just leaving.

He was coming back to something.

To you.

Six months later

The city lights of Quebec glittered outside your hotel room window, casting a soft glow on the room. You were laying on the king bed when Sid walked into the room, the door clicking shut behind him as he tossed his bag to the side. His team had just wrapped up a practice, and despite how tired he looked, there was something about him that made your heart skip—something about the way he walked into a room like he belonged there, like you belonged there.

“You’re late,” you teased, looking up from your phone, a smile tugging at your lips.

He grinned, shrugging. “You knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to date a hockey player. Practices, travel, interviews. Sometimes I don’t even know what city I’m in.”

You laughed, pushing off the bed and walking toward him. “I’m just messing with you. I know you’ve got your schedule. But I miss you, Sid.”

His expression softened, and for a moment, the playful atmosphere between you two faded. Sid stepped closer, his hands brushing your shoulders before he cupped your face gently. He didn’t need to say anything—his eyes already said it all.

“I miss you too,” he whispered, his voice low and almost secretive, like he was revealing something precious. “But I’m glad you’re here. I hate being away from you. It’s never the same without you around.”

You rested your hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms. The last few months had been a whirlwind of letters, late-night calls, and stolen weekends whenever his schedule allowed it. But through it all, there had been a steady pulse between you two, a rhythm that felt so natural, like you were both exactly where you needed to be.

“I’m glad I’m here too,” you said, your voice soft. “I still don’t get how you manage all this. You’re traveling, training, playing… and yet, you still find time to be with me.”

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You make it easy. You make everything easier.” He hesitated for a beat, the words hanging in the air like they meant more than just this moment. “You’re the reason I can do it all, y’know?”

Your breath caught in your throat, the simplicity of the statement making your chest tighten. He looked at you like you were everything.

Before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The familiar weight of his arms around you felt like home, like a place you could both just exist, without pressure, without rushing to the next thing.

“You’ve changed everything for me,” he murmured, his lips grazing your ear. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You let out a soft breath, your fingers finding his. The world outside was still moving, the clock ticking on, but in that room, in that moment, everything felt still.

“I’m proud of you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “For everything you’ve done, everything you’re going to do.”

Sid pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “I couldn’t have done any of it without you. You’re the best thing I’ve got, y’know that?”

You laughed softly, the words warm and tender. “I’m just glad I’m the one you get to come home to after every game. Even when you’re tired and running on nothing but adrenaline.”

He smiled, leaning in for another kiss, this one deeper, slower. And for a moment, you lost yourself in it, in him. This was what it had all come down to. All the waiting, all the hesitation—it had led here. To you and him, together.

When the kiss finally broke, he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he rested his chin on your head.

“I don’t want this to ever change,” he murmured.

“Neither do I,” you said, voice thick with emotion.

And for the first time, there was no uncertainty. There was no fear. Just Sid. Just you. And everything you’d been waiting for, unfolding in front of you.

[whateverloomis]

Hi! Can you write about a reader who is a traditional goth x billy and stu?

Shes the new girl at school and she seems cool so tate invites her over to the group and when they see her they are like: 😲😍

Ugh, I'm so glad you requested this. Billy and Stu would so be into alt. people, I just know it. (Totally not saying that because I'm alt. myself *cough*)

Note: Scroll to the bottom for extra content before reading 🖤

Warnings: SMUT, infidelity, making out, fingering, double penetration, outdoor s3x, smoking (weed,) AFAB reader (she/her,) use of YN, unedited

Word count: 2.5k (Got carried away lmao)

"Dude, what's Tatum doing with the goth chick?" Stu asked Billy, as if he had a clue who Tatum even hung out with anymore. Sidney had always been her best friend and Tatum wouldn't ever replace her, but she was always picking someone new to introduce to the group until some kind of drama happened and she unfriended them.

"Fuck should I know." Billy answered, trying to seem uninterested in the topic, but Stu knew better. He had caught his friend taking a peek or two at the new girl when she had arrived the week prior as a transfer student.

"She's hot as fuck man, I bet we could tag team her-" -- "Keep it down, would you?" Billy whispered, elbowing Stu to avoid Sid and Randy from listening.

The boys had done it a few times before. They picked someone they both liked and had a little fun with them, and this new girl was definitely first in line the moment they saw her.

Tatum approached the group with her new friend and the boys couldn't help but eye her from head to toe. She was wearing a black crop top that sat just below her tits, a leather skirt with detailed lace thigh highs, paired with pointy knee high black boots. Her jet black hair sat just above her shoulders, her baby bangs had a perfect little point in the middle creating a perfect triangle that aligned with her pierced nose and matte black lipstick. What a sight.

"Hi guys! Meet our new friend, YN!" Tatum cheered and YN waved at everyone and smiled, revealing a dimple on her left cheek. Fuck, that drove Billy and Stu crazy. She was so effortlessly cute yet mysterious and intense looking. The perfect combination.

The group welcomed YN and clicked with her right away. Randy didn't hesitate to make flirty comments at the new girl and she was a natural flirt just like him, so it became a casual back and forth game between them. Stu obviously joined in, he's usually a flirt with everyone so it didn't seem out of the ordinary, but oh boy, if they only knew the plans he had with the girl.

Billy however, remained in the small talk zone. He felt safe there, plus he didn't want to reveal his intentions to Sidney who was sitting between his legs at the moment. He did make eye contact with YN from time to time and couldn't help but get tense at her gaze. Her eyes were piercing, like a black cats would be at night and it was driving him mad. He wanted to look into them while being on top of her... or maybe YN on top of him would be much better... Gosh, if he kept his imagination running it was gonna be impossible to stop his half boner from getting rock solid.

"YN should join, we have lot's of fun up there when we escape this hell hole." Stu said, snapping Billy out of his thoughts. "The cabin?" The boy thought out loud and Sidney turned around to face him. "Yeah, Stu is planning to ditch last period on Friday again and going up to his dads cabin. We're inviting YN to come along with us." Sid explained and Billy smirked in response and gave Stu a knowing look. "Yeah... Yeah YN, you should join us. Who wants to attend English class anyways?" He replied and Stu patted his back, "That's what I'm talking about." his best friend said, earning an annoyed look from Billy.

"Bring a swim suit too new girl, there's a kick ass lake up there." Stu said and smirked. "Awesome! I love lakes and it's been a while." YN replied and Randy pitched in; "Or better yet, a bikini." he said and the girl smirked at him; "Yeah, I bet you'd like that." YN said and Randy gasped in fake surprise; "I never said such a thing." The boy replied and YN gave him a flirty laugh.

Stu seemed amused with their exchange, knowing damn well Randy is all talk and no show. Meanwhile Billy was annoyed and poking his left cheek with his tongue in attempt to keep himself from saying anything stupid that could reveal his excitement about the new girl joining.

•

Friday came along quicker that expected and the group was already on their way to their little weekend trip. They were all bunched up in Stu's family van. His parents were conveniently out of town so he "borrowed it" for the weekend.

YN ended up sitting next to Billy after everyone argued about who would sit where and the boy was trying his hardest not to get his hands on her. "You comfortable?" Billy asked loud enough for her to hear as she closed the door. "Never better." She replied while she leaned back on the seat. Her exposed thigh brushed against his and she felt the boy tense up. She bit her lip in amusement and looked at him, smirking before looking out the window. Oh boy... new girl knew exactly what she was doing and it didn't go unnoticed by Billy or Stu who was looking at them through the rear view mirror.

•

"Why does it have to be me again?!" Randy complained. The group wanted him to test the water to see how cold it was but all he did was stand on the edge of the little wooden walkway and whine about how cold it was last time.

"Oh c'mon, it can't be that bad." YN said while taking her short black dress off. She had a bikini on that sat a little bit above her tits, exposing the perfect amount of under boob along with cheeky bottoms that barely covered her ass. The girls started to cheer and whistle at her in encouragement; "Yes girlie! You look hot as fuck!" Tatum said and Sidney agreed with her, taking her own clothes off and revealing a bright red colored bikini. Tatum had a yellow one on that exposed just as much under boob as the new girl's did, maybe a bit more. The boys stood there looking at them like hungry dogs before they cheered them on. Billy however just sported a smirk and followed the girls with his eyes taking an extra peek at YN's tits bouncing while she ran and jumped into the lake.

"It's not that cold guys, c'mon!" Sidney encouraged and Randy jumped in without hesitating.

"You gonna be able to keep it in your pants big boy?" Stu said loud enough for Billy to hear. "Shut up asshole, speak for yourself." He responded and looked at Stu's crotch before jumping in. Stu looked at his trunks and noticed his hard on was visible and jumped in quickly before muttering "Fuck."

•

The day was filled with fun, laughs and picking on Randy. It was unlike any other cabin weekend thanks to the new girl. She was cute, funny, a flirt and totally into Billy and Stu. At least that's what the boys were convincing themselves of with every little word and look she gave them. She was hard to read, Billy found, but that made it all the more fun for him.

The group were now sitting around a fire pit, talking about previous school crushes and other adventures. "So, who was your first kiss?" Tatum asked YN as she took a drag from the blunt they were passing around.

"It wasn't a big deal. We were best friends back in middle school, she was a pretty good kisser though." YN replied, taking a quick drag and passing it to Sidney who politely declined.

"Wait, she?!" Randy questioned in shock, choking on his beer along the way.

YN laughed at his exaggerated reaction and bit her lip; "Yes she, I'm bisexual, idiot." She replied while rolling her eyes playfully.

"Hot! I dare you to kiss Tatum!" Stu said rather loudly, earning a smack on his shoulder from his girlfriend. "Don't be an asshole, Stu!"

"What?! I was joking!" -- "No you weren't. Typical." YN replied and smirked at him knowingly. It's not the first time YN has heard those comments. At this point she calls the person out and brushes it off. That being said, she wouldn't mind kissing Tate at all, she's hot too just like her boyfriend.

Everyone laughed at Stu being called out, then continued talking, smoking weed and drinking alcohol around the fire. YN hadn't had this much fun in a long time and she intended on making the best out of that weekend.

•

After what seemed like hours of conversation, Billy, Stu, Tatum and YN were high as kites, Randy and Sid were drunk, and half of the group was nearly to the point of passing out and falling asleep for at least 12 hours that night. However, YN had other plans.

"I'm gonna go take a walk." She said, and Tatum gasped in surprise; "Alone in the woods, YN? Are you crazy! You can get killed!" the girl practically screamed and the new girl laughed; "It's okay babe, i'll be fine. Maybe I do wanna encounter a slasher, who knows..." She joked and stood up.

"YN, maybe you should take someone with you. It's seriously not safe, especially with the ghost face killings." Sidney said.

Billy and Stu looked at each other knowingly before anyone else spoke.

"I'll go with you. I need a breather myself." Billy said and smirked at Stu subtly before walking away with YN.

•

"So, you're actually not freaked about the possibility of you getting killed by ghost face?" Billy asked YN and she laughed before responding; "Not really, he clearly has targets and I highly doubt I'm one of them. Besides, I'd probably wanna fuck him instead of being scared."

Billy was amused at her response. If only she knew. "Is that so? You have a thing for slashers then?" He asked and she chuckled, a flirty tone to her voice. "Maybe, do you?" She asked him jokingly. "Nah, I'd say I have a thing for victims." At his answer YN slowed down her pace. His answer didn't exactly scare her but it did take her by surprise.

Billy turned around to face her as they both stopped walking. "What?" He asked, a slight seriousness coating his voice. YN looked down and bit her lip before looking him in the eye for God knows the number of times that day.

"Are you hinting at something, Loomis?" She asked him and the boy took a few steps forward leaving a few inches away between them. "Did it sound like I am? Or do you want me to be hinting at something?" He responded. Smooth.

YN looked up at him and chuckled, not knowing what to say at that point. She was too high to think about any coherent answer, especially with a guy that hot in front of her who was clearly looking to get freaky in the middle of the woods.

"Maybe..." Billy started, placing his left hand on YN's hip; "...I'm hinting at something like this." He spoke his final words before kissing YN slowly. They made out at the slowest most intense way you could imagine. Their tongues danced with each other and YN exhaled little whimpers into his mouth. He loved her little noises and couldn't help but grab both her hips and squeeze the flesh. As they continued kissing, Billy moved his hands to her ass and squeezed it before running his hands up her body and squeezing her tits that were threatening to pop out of her bikini top.

Billy took a few steps forward and pushed YN against a tree trunk, pressing himself against her while deepening the kiss. The girl sneaked her hand down his lower body and gave his throbbing dick a firm squeeze, moaning at the feeling.

YN didn't really care that he had a girl, if anything she would've done the same with her if given the chance, plus she was too high to make sense of anything so she just went with it.

YN pulled the string at the front of Billy's black swimsuit and kneeled in front of him but before she could pull his dick out they both heard the crunching of foot steps, and the girl stood up quickly.

"Well fuck, you guys started without me?" Stu said and appeared from behind the large tree she was against. "Thank's for ruining the mood, asshole" Billy said sarcastically, not even bothering to tie his pants back in place.

"Oh c'mon Billy, aren't you gonna share your meal?" -- "I sure wouldn't mind that." YN followed Stu's words and chuckled at herself. She was so high that this whole situation seemed more amusing than it would've been if she had been sober.

Billy looked at her in mild surprise and smirked, raising an eyebrow before kissing her again. Stu walked towards them and moved YN forward, Billy pulling her forward as well to allow Stu to lean against the tree, her ass pressed against his hard cock. They moved swiftly, as if they had done this countless times before... And they have.

Stu wrapped his arms around YN and pulled her bikini top down, exposing her perfect tits to Billy who started to play with her nipples while deepening the kiss. Stu sneaked his hand up her black skirt and untied her bikini bottoms, letting it fall between her legs. The boy didn't waste anymore time and started to rub YN's clit expertly. She let out hushed moans into Billy's mouth while reaching between her legs, moving Stu's fingers towards her entrance and he knew exactly what she wanted. As if on command he finger fucked her all while Billy was pinching her nipples and kissing her neck.

YN was so impossibly aroused, mostly because of the weed, but having these two hot idiots touching her like this made her feel as if she were in heaven.

"Mm, fuck me... Both of you." She said and the boys quickly stopped their movements and pulled their pants down just enough to release their dicks. YN wrapped her legs around Billy and he picked her up pushing her against Stu in order for them to line up their cocks to her cunt. She was so soaking wet they both slipped in easily. The stretch felt so delicious that she couldn't contain her moans.

Billy and Stu pounded into her like wild animals, breathing heavy and grabbing her steady.

"Fuck... You feel so good..." Billy whispered and YN wasn't sure if he meant her or Stu rubbing his cock against his friends. Either way it was hot as fuck and YN was going to cum any second. The boys were close behind, thrusting out of unison, moaning and groaning. It was music to YN's ears.

"I'm close... Fuck, I'm so close..." The girl moaned as she squeezed around both of their dicks. Billy and Stu couldn't say anything at that point up until they all came at the same time.

They filled YN up so much that their combined juices dripped on the ground.

Once they all caught their breath's, Billy placed YN down on her feet and stabled her. The girl nearly fell from how hard the two fucked her.

"Damn, did we really fucked you that good new girl?" Stu said from behind her.

"Oh, shut up." She answered before getting dressed along with the boys and returning to the cabin as if nothing had happened.

-

Extra detail for fun: I found this pic scrolling through Tumblr last night and it's exactly how I imagine readers'hair! 🖤

(Picture not mine. If anyone knows the owner lmk so I can credit. Thank you!)

[marley-manson]

My Hawkeye take boiled down to its fundamental core is that everything fandom is inclined to interpret as low self esteem and/or self loathing is actually just love and emotional openness and intensity.

I’m actually pretty adamant about Hawkeye specifically not having major personal issues pre-war - self-esteem problems, self-loathing, major insecurities, that kind of thing - because I think that serves the themes of the story best (particularly in the first half of the show, but even throughout the rest to an extent). I think Hawkeye is supposed to be a self-actualized dude who has his shit together, who’s been thrown into a fucked up situation, and it’s that situation that causes his problems, not any major issues he had pre-war.

Hawkeye has insomnia because of the war, Hawkeye has nightmares because of the war, Hawkeye has a manic breakdown because of the war, Hawkeye is specifically heavily affected by the war because he’s “the sanest man” Sidney knows, as he says in Hawk’s Nightmare. It’s important to the satire of the first half of the show that Hawkeye is an emotionally healthy person in a situation that destroys emotionally healthy people, and it’s important to the anti-war message throughout that Hawkeye’s problems come mainly from the war-zone setting rather than his own issues.

Honestly I can only think of two scenes across 11 seasons that imply that Hawkeye has intrinsic insecurities that can’t be better explained as Hawkeye’s emotionally expressive and loving nature (incidentally Bless You Hawkeye, another obvious contender, is very blatantly about love which is why I don’t mention it): Show Biz and Who Knew, and both those Hawkeye plots essentially contradict the themes of the earlier show and exist specifically to problematize the womanizing of earlier years. I don’t think they hold weight when put against the earlier show, where Hawkeye’s womanizing was portrayed as both a reason to like Hawkeye, and a reasonable reaction to being thrown into a war zone.

And if some fans enjoy taking stuff like, eg, Hawkeye’s guilt in Fallen Idol as evidence of insecurities and guilt issues and intrinsic self-loathing, that’s their perogative and maybe it makes more sense based on what they get out of the rest of the show and the themes they prioritize, but for me it makes more sense given the themes of the show as a whole and for Hawkeye’s role within the show to take it as a very reasonable emotional reaction anyone might have when their friend gets shot after they gave him some well-meaning advice, rather than evidence of deep-seated issues - another instance of the war taking its toll on Hawkeye because he’s in touch with his feelings and not repressed.

Or another common example is Hawkeye getting upset about people leaving without saying goodbye - or his dad hiding someone's illness from him and preventing him from saying goodbye. I think that's indicative of his need to express his love and his emotions and not Abandonment Issues. He's perfectly capable of letting people go when they can talk for five minutes first (eg Love and War, GFA, even The More I See You where he put up more of a fight for a minute), and it's pretty normal to be upset when someone disappears without a word. If anything, Hawkeye's reactions to BJ and Trapper doing it are pretty even-keeled imo.

There’s also another element I enjoy which is more present in the early seasons but still holds true over the course of the show - Hawkeye’s emasculation as portrayed as a virtue. I think it’s also important to the vibes that Hawkeye is the most likeable person on the show, the most admirable, the dude you should want to be most like, and he’s very pointedly the antithesis of american military masculinity. Imo adding self-loathing and self-esteem issues to that also undermines the vibes I enjoy by making him a more typical type of self-depricatingly effeminate comedic character, and the show did enough undermining of it in the later seasons that I don’t want to add more lol.

Basically for me, to interpret Hawkeye as having big detrimental Issues and being fucked up in whatever ways pre-war detracts from my favourite themes of the show rather than serving those themes, so I prefer another explanation for many of those moments - the aforementioned love/emotional openness, or, often in other cases, just taking what Hawkeye says in its intended jokey way. And I do think this is what the writers usually intended, give or take some messy writing in the last few seasons.

[oscquinn]

౨ৎ oscquinn's nhl x reader masterlist

including players from; avs, bruins, canucks, canes, devils, ducks, habs, hawks, kings, leafs, pens, sharks, stars

౨ৎ new jersey devils

#86 JACK HUGHES

control; (nsfw 18+) jack comes home after a rough game

summer snow; in the midst of your national tour, a romance brews between you and a certain devils player. shown through insta posts!

friends to lovers

prom date

shoulder kiss

#43 LUKE HUGHES

closer; (nsfw 18+) you want to be closer to luke

smirk after a kiss

awkward first kiss

neighbors + enemies to lovers

#13 NICO HISCHIER

comparing hand sizes

laying on his chest

only one bed + mutual pining

౨ৎ san jose sharks

#2 WILL SMITH

lots of little kisses

wiping his lip

college au + grumpy/sunshine

"i've never done something like this before"

"say you want me and i'm yours"

#71 MACKLIN CELEBRINI

ice skating with mack

cat dad mack

shoulder massage

"i want you to feel good"

accidental pregnancy

brother's best friend

#72 WILLIAM EKLUND

forehead kiss

kissing scars

౨ৎ dallas stars

#21 JASON ROBERTSON

celebrations kiss

#29 JAKE OETTINGER

mistletoe kiss (coming soon)

౨ৎ toronto maple leafs

#16 MITCH MARNER

nape kiss

"tell me what you want"

#88 WILLIAM NYLANDER

biting him

౨ৎ assorted teams

⤷ includes; bruins, ducks, kings, habs, canucks, canes, pens, hawks

#1 JEREMY SWAYMAN

"don't mind me, just enjoying the view"

#8 CALE MAKAR

wake up kiss

#11 TREVOR ZEGRAS

"are you wearing my shirt?"

#13 COLE CAUFIELD

reunion kiss

#15 ALEX TURCOTTE

"i like being close to you"

stolen kisses

#37 ANDREI SVECHNIKOV

"i won't bite, unless you're into that sort of thing"

#43 QUINN HUGHES

finding things that remind them of you

kissing his helmet mark

"you better watch your fucking mouth"

royalty au

napping on him

#87 SIDNEY CROSBY

"you look like you were jealous"

"you look good with my hand around your throat"

#98 CONNOR BEDARD

"don't you know what you're doing to me?"

© oscquinn, 2025

[fireside-fanfics]

Thank you for the stories you’ve been putting out, especially that last one with Joaquin and Cami! 🫶🏾

For a request, Manny (The Last of Us) tries to do something special for his girlfriend’s birthday even though they don’t have much as they’re constantly moving and trying to just make it through the day 😊

Thanks for sending another request. I enjoy writing requests.

Still Choosing You

Sidney and Manny had been together forever. Not just in the way people meant after the world fell apart and you clung to whoever made you feel less alone. No, not even close. They were bound long before the outbreak ever happened. Their mothers waddled through Lamaze class together. Their dads built a joint treehouse between their yards when they were five. From the start, it was always Manny y Sidney—Spanish and English blurring together, meals shared between both families, matching outfits and scraped knees, summers spent chasing fireflies, their names always called out in tandem: ¡Manny y Sidney, vengan a comer!

By the time they were fifteen, all of that was gone. Her parents were killed during a riot in a collapsing QZ. His parents were taken by infection. And suddenly, it really was just the two of them. They never talked about the worst parts. About how she once gave up her portion of rations to keep him alive through a bad winter. About the time he killed a man with a shovel because he had gotten too rough with her when she ignored his advances. In the silence between those moments, something grew—something quiet and steady and true. They didn’t fall in love with a bang. It was gradual, natural. It was like breathing. 

By eighteen, they were a couple in everything but name. And then she kissed him one night in an abandoned library during a thunderstorm, and he kissed her back like he’d been waiting his whole life. Now they were twenty-four, still alive, still choosing each other, every day.

The night before her birthday, they camped in a small clearing just off an old service road. Their shelter was a battered tent flap strung between two downed trees and the fire was tiny, just enough for warmth, but it was theirs. Sidney was curled under the blankets beside him, fast asleep, dark curls a mess across her cheek and nose. Manny watched her breathe, chest rising and falling, arms tucked close like he was dreaming something safe.

He hadn’t forgotten the date; he never did. Manny reached for the notebook he kept folded under his pack—full of old notes and scraps of memories—and flipped to the page he’d marked weeks ago. Plan: Sid’s Birthday. Something good. Anything. Manny tapped the pen against his knee and smiled to himself. He placed the notebook back in his bag and crawled under the blankets next to her. Sidney scooted closer to him, which made him smile because, even in her sleep, Sidney sought his presence. He hooked an arm around her waist and nestled in beside her, dozing off quickly as his heart rate matched hers.

The next morning she woke to the scent of something vaguely sweet and a soft humming. Blinking groggily, she sat up and rubbed at her eyes. Her curls were wild from sleep, flattened on one side and puffed out on the other.

Her voice was scratchy when she asked, “¿Qué hora es?”

“Temprano,” Manny said with a grin, crouched over the little fire. “But it’s your birthday, so get up.”

“Liar,” Sidney groaned and flopped back down. “We don’t have birthdays anymore. It’s not allowed.”

“Too bad, mi amor,” he laughed, “I’m breaking the rules.”

She finally sat up, frowning sleepily at him. “There better be food.”

“Oh, there is,” he said, turning with a dramatic flourish.

He held out a battered metal plate, on which rested two lumpy, slightly burnt pancakes made from flour, a few crushed nut bar crumbs, and melted bits of chocolate. The best he could do with what they had.

She blinked again and laughed. “You baked for me?”

“It’s survival cooking,” he said proudly. “Fancy, right?”

Sidney took one, still warm from the pan, and bit into it. Her eyes widened and she gasped, “Manny! This is actually kind of good?”

“I told you—I’m a culinary genius.”

She ate both in silence, a small smile playing on her lips the whole time. When she finished, she looked at him more seriously. “You really remembered.”

Manny nodded with a wide smile. He took the plate and placed it on the kitchen counter. Cleaning could wait until later. He walked back over to Sidney who smiled sweetly up at him. 

Manny offered her a hand and said, “Come with me. I’ve got one more thing.”

“If you’re taking me into the woods to murder me…” Sidney narrowed her eyes.

“You’re too pretty to murder,” he laughed. “I’d never forgive myself.”

She snorted and took his hand anyway.

The walk took almost an hour. He’d found the place days ago, while scouting ahead for a safe spot to rest. And he’d quietly marked the path—bent branches, scraped bark, rocks turned just slightly the wrong way. Sidney didn’t notice; she trusted him wholeheartedly, without question. When they finally pushed through the underbrush, the broken cabin came into view. It sagged to one side, half the roof caved in, moss creeping down one wall. But the front door still stood, and sunlight filtered through the broken beams, catching on the dust like glitter in the air.

Sidney paused at the threshold and asked, “What is this?”

Manny nudged the door open and gestured for her to step inside. On the floor, carefully laid out on a tattered old blanket, was the surprise:

✸ A jar of wildflowers, loosely tied with twine. ✸ A sealed chocolate protein bar—one he’d been hiding for weeks. ✸ Two dented tin cups, still warm from where he’d filled them with melted ration cocoa. ✸ A hoodie—a little oversized, clean, only slightly patched, the soft kind of fabric no one saw anymore. ✸ And a folded piece of paper with her name scrawled on the front.

Sidney didn’t say anything, too stunned to speak. She stepped forward slowly, as if the floor might collapse, and knelt beside the spread. Her fingers brushed the flowers. Then the hoodie. Then the note, which she opened slowly

ꜰᴇʟɪᴢ ᴄᴜᴍᴘʟᴇᴀɴᴏs, ᴍɪ ᴀᴍᴏʀ. ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ. ɢʀᴀᴄɪᴀs ᴘᴏʀ sᴇʀ ᴍɪ ʜᴏɢᴀʀ. –ᴍᴀɴɴʏ

“Manny…” she gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth and she knelt down slowly to take a closer look at the items in front of her.

He stood awkwardly in the doorway, hands shoved in his pockets. “It’s not much. But I wanted it to feel like a real day. A good one.”

Sidney turned to look at him, eyes shining. She reached for him and beckoned him to come join her 

“This is the best thing anyone’s done for me since the world ended.”

Many moved to sit beside her, their knees touching on the blanket. 

“You remember what I told you that night in the library?” he asked her softly. “When you thought I was losing it?”

She nodded slowly and giggled, “You said, ‘If I die tomorrow, I want you to know—I’ve only ever been sure of two things in this life. That I love you … and that I always will.’”

“I meant it then,” he said. “I still do.”

Sidney reached out and grabbed the front of his jacket, pulling him into a kiss. It was soft, slow, full of warmth—like the kind of thing people used to do when they had a home to return to. Her curls brushed his cheek. His hand cupped her jaw like she was the most fragile thing in the world. When they pulled apart, she rested her forehead against his.

“You know this means you’re setting the bar,” she whispered.

“I plan to beat it every year,” he whispered back.

They stayed in the cabin all afternoon. The hoodie fit perfectly. She wore it with the sleeves pulled over her hands, the way she used to back when they were teenagers. They split the protein bar down the middle and toasted with lukewarm cocoa like it was champagne. Sidney lay on her side later, curled into him, cheek on his chest. She traced slow circles on the back of his hand.

“You think we’ll ever stop running?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Manny said. “Someday. We’ll find a place. Somewhere green. Somewhere quiet.”

“You still want that radio repair shop?”

“With the chickens,” he said with a grin.

“You don’t know shit about chickens.”

“I’ll learn. For you.”

Sidney looked up at him, those dark brown eyes so full of love it made his chest ache. She was quiet for several moments, her eyes tracing his face, neck, shoulders—like he might disappear.  

“You’ve always been home, Manny,” she whispered, finally breaking the silence, “even when everything else disappeared.”

He kissed her forehead. “And you’ve always been worth fighting for.”

They left just before sunset. Sidney carried the wildflowers in one hand and wore the hoodie like armor. Manny walked beside her, fingers brushing hers. The world was still ending. Still cruel. But for one golden day, in a ruined cabin in the woods, Manny gave Sidney a birthday the world never would have allowed otherwise. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t safe. But for one day, in a place full of ghosts, Manny and Sidney remembered what it felt like to be alive—and to be loved.

[yamball]

Hi! I noticed a few wondering about some of the Kraken Lore and I have spent far too much time in my life gathering narratives. So here is my gift to those tuning in! Please help me unload what’s gathered in my brain.

And friends, we absolutely need to start with a left wing, first round draft pick, sensitive starry-eyed boy who is haunted by the narratives and his shy demeanor.

Jared McCann

(📸)

A note about sources: originally, I stated this information was google-able because I was just spilling out knowledge…this kinda took off a little SO!

Jan 2024: I’ve since compiled my sources and added more links. If you don’t see a link, it’s because the quote or information comes from from these interviews, and his portion of Beneath the Surface, beginning around 8:30. All three cover multiple time periods and are more longform, so I did not link them in particular. If there’s anything you’d like a source for specifically, feel free to DM or reply, and I’ll find it to the best of my abilities!

And a note about this info: this is not exhaustive. It is curated to craft the narratives. And oh babey are there a lot.

Childhood & Juniors (📸)

Born on May 31, 1996 in Stratford, Ontario, the youngest of four siblings. His parents adopted his older brother and the other siblings were very surprising, as his mom has had complications from MS for a long time (she also can’t watch his games because the stress triggers painful flare-ups for her)

Jared grew up on a farm, which included a pond that would freeze over in the winter, allowing him somewhere to skate for free. He spent summers working with his dad in their construction business, not going to all those fancy hockey skills camps.

He still has the same group of friends from childhood.

Grew up cheering mostly for the Los Angeles Kings (he liked the purple uniforms) (precious boy) (and NOT the hometown Leafs hehe!). He noted his favorite player was Jeff Carter…remember this.

Had posters of both Alexander Ovechkin and Sidney Crosby in his childhood bedroom. Huge Sid guy

In 2012, he’s selected fourth overall in the OHL Priority Selection to play with the Sault Ste. Marie Greyhounds. He is drafted, of course, by their GM Kyle Dubas. (This is important. Trust me)

He’s very good. However, in his first year of OHL playoffs, in Game 1, he’s checked so hard that he’s taken out of the game by an ambulance. He can’t rejoin his team and they lose the series.

Vancouver Canucks (📸)

Jared McCann is selected in the first round, 24th overall in the 2014 NHL Draft by the Vancouver Canucks.

In his first interview following the selection, he admits he hadn’t expected the Canucks and “it is what it is.” He is nervous and he word vomits as a teenager. That’s all.

This will haunt him.

Immediately after he makes the team for the 2015-16 season, he seems to disconnect from the team. He will later say that he felt so shy and nervous about others that he just didn’t say anything.

His exact quote about the locker room: “Being that age — I was scared. I was terrified to talk to them, to ask them questions.”

But the team will take this quiet nature and his unfortunate interview answer to mean he thinks he’s better than all of them. A teammate will say he acts like “a lonely star” and a mother of another teammate will note that she likes everyone “except for that little 19-year-old.” (X)

Despite all of this happening behind the scenes, he enters the NHL.

He scores his first as a Canuck in a Young Stars Classic game, in the pre-season. And he hugs the referee.

He stays up for nine games and then it’s time to test if he (and a fellow rookie, J*ke Virtanen 🤢) are going to stay up or head back to Juniors. The coach rips into both of them in front of the team, detailing video moments where they’ve messed up and need to improve. He leaves the room. Then Jared’s new teammates (who he was scared of, remember) continue to rip into the kids, saying things like “if you’re gonna be on my line…” etc.

Then they all start laughing and say “welcome to the team!” How cool and funny :) how awesome :) Per Jared, shocked, “I was just sitting there about to start crying.”

There’s video evidence still up for this too btw lmao

He does play but he doesn’t do too well. At one point he’s hit so hard by an opponent that the opponent was given a game misconduct. That opponent? Adam Larsson hehe

Anyway, Jared’s still sent down really shortly after this, not able to live up to expectations. He describes this time later as “a dark place.”

They send him to the AHL and let him try and get his footing under him. All the while, Vancouver media sours on him more and more.

Then, as the final cherry on top: they trade him after his rookie year. GMs years later will note that they knew he was fair game after reading that the Vancouver media didn’t like him.

Per his dad, “His mother and I spent time trying to help him. He was only 19, and that’s hard. He was like ‘Why didn’t they like me? What did I do wrong?’”

Jared will later say he feels Vancouver “gave up on him” too early. He will also later say, “I think I put too much trust into people I shouldn’t have. And I learned from it.”

Florida Panthers (📸)

He goes to the Florida Panthers.

Vancouver media seems divided on if it’s the right call, but seems comfortable in owing the trade due to “character issue” concerns.

But Florida’s a pretty good place for him. He does okay there! He plays for the 2016-17 and 2017-18 season there in full, with some injuries along the way. He plays a LOT in the AHL during these early seasons, up in Massachusetts, which was less than ideal for him, but he’s talked about learning to love it.

He will say later that he was still incredibly shy in Florida, in some part to his starry eyes around Jaromir Jagr who was there at that point. He’s still a quiet boy.

But in February 2019, the Panthers decide to trade McCann and the more veteran Nick Bjugstad to the Penguins.

The only thing is, because Jared McCann was born to Suffer…Panthers management forgot to tell McCann.

He was settling in for a game day nap when Bjugstad called him and offered to get his stuff from the practice facility.

McCann expressed confusion and that’s when they realized that management hadn’t told Jared he was being traded.

Management finally calls him to tell him the news. During that call, he learns a crucial detail because even an already stressful trade needs to be even more stressful for Jared McCann: he is expected to play with his new team that night.

Pittsburgh Penguins (📸)

McCann and Bjugstad barely make the game, but they do make it. Jared McCann suits up with one of his childhood idols for the first time of many.

He does ridiculously well in Pittsburgh. While he had been targeted to bolster their bottom six, he is getting reps with Sid on the top line pretty consistently.

There’s also like half a season in here where Jared McCann, Brandon Tanev, Jamie Oleksiak, Justin Schultz, and Brian Dumoulin are all playing together as Penguins. So there’s that lol

He’s a playoff newbie in 2019 Pittsburgh, which means he gets a crash course in Not-Speak. Here’s a great article about it, which takes care to describe Jared as always-smiling, as well as “easy prey for story-seeking members of the media.” (My heart) (He learns his cliches fast) (no more it is what it is)

He’s well-liked; he’s a part of things. Sid invites him to his camp in Vail, CO, which Jared still talks about as one of his favorite memories. (He’s still a huge dork about Sidney Crosby btw) (but look at him!! He’s getting along with the boys!! He’s thriving in Pittsburgh!!)

One of the key parts of Jared finding comfort and fitting in is Jeff Carter. Yes, that one! Jared’s favorite player from his youth! Jeff completely takes him under his wing, makes sure Jared’s comfortable and adjusting. Jared will reflect later that if he’s in a similar position with a young player, he wants to act exactly like Jeff Carter acted with him.

In September of 2020, Jared McCann signs a two-year contract to stay with the Penguins. Everyone’s so thrilled.

But then, in the summer of 2021, teams are allowed to protect only a few of their players against the upcoming Seattle Kraken Expansion Draft. And the Penguins have too many precious players. (Including his linemate Jeff Carter, who gets protected)

Kraken Bait

But it’s not that Jared McCann was simply exposed in the Expansion Draft. That’s too easy. And the universe has already decided he has to suffer idk

Instead, what happens is that the Penguins know that the Kraken want McCann. They know that.

You know who else knows that? Kyle Dubas, who is now the GM of the Toronto Maple Leafs, and doesn’t want to lose any of his players.

The Penguins trade Jared McCann to the Leafs to get a player back that they’d traded before (that’s a whole other thing). The Leafs get Jared McCann to dangle in front of other players they want more.

Dubas calls Jared. Jared thinks it’s a normal welcome phone call from the same GM who selected him and developed him as a teenager.

Per Jared, on that phone call: “I was relieved. I was like, oh, they’re gonna protect me.”

Instead, Dubas tells him that Jared’s there to be lost.

The Seattle Kraken (📸)

The Seattle Kraken selects Jared McCann from the Toronto Maple Leafs. This will make the Kraken his fourth (technically fifth if you count a few days) NHL team in seven years.

He shows up to the Kraken with a gigantic chip on his shoulder and determination that far exceeds the team’s inaugural record.

He gets better and better and better.

There are a few signs that he hasn’t fully healed from all that he’s been through (reasonably, I might add). When the Penguins come to Seattle, Brandon Tanev (the Kraken’s choice from the Pens in the expansion draft) kind of shrugs it off and states he’s excited to play them.

Jared also states the usual it’s a business reply but not before he says in his press availability, “They didn’t want me,” with clear emotion in his voice.

But you know who did want him? The Kraken.

Ron Francis proudly announces in spring 2022 that Jared McCann will be the first Kraken to sign an extension. He is wanted. The organization invests in him. And he thrives.

It’s hard to fully describe accurately the spirit of this contract. Helens did an excellent job capturing the emotions of it this in a reply to the primer here! This primer is centered around a lot of Jared’s own words but remembering the impact of Jared McCann’s whole-hearted embrace of this city and team, particularly a team that that was not chosen but foisted on other players…it’s important.

Jared emphasizes that this contract means home. He shared that he had been looking mainly for some contract term, “to be able to stay in one place for a while.” He noted that the organization had been completely accommodating…can you imagine that? After being tossed around every which way for years? To have someone actually listen and want you for a long time?

Jared has a career year in 2022-23, and he finishes as the top goal-scorer on the team. This is thanks in part to his chemistry with linemate Jordan Eberle, with whom he connects on many of those goals, and vice versa.

They also support their center, Matty Beniers, who will finish his rookie year by winning the Calder Trophy for his performance. Because what a surprise—a rookie with support does well.

Along the way, the Kraken make history as the very first team to ever sweep a 7+ game road trip.

As they make history with a huge win against Chicago, Jared gets his first hat trick!

Of course, this is Jared McCann, so pain swiftly follows: he’s dealt a concussion in the Kraken’s very first franchise playoff series (yeah you’ve heard this story before) (and no That Player never apologized, per Jared. And no, he didn’t answer when Jared wanted to settle it on the ice this season.) (x)

Jared is immediately avenged by Jordan Eberle who wins that game in overtime. FUCK YES.

But Jared sits out for the rest, watching them win from afar. He’s able to join them in time to lose the second round in seven games.

The camera shows that he begins to cry as soon as the final whistle blows. (X)

2023-2024

As of the original time of this primer, November 2023, the story of Jared McCann this season is still being written. He’s being shuffled (like many of the players) around the lines as some major injuries plague the team.

But he’s still looking good! We LOVE THE DUDE.

Vancouver is still doubling down on the character issue stuff after Canner has a career-best four point game against them! Instead of praising him, the reporter called Canner “a hotshot, full-of-bravado rookie” that couldn’t stay.

FUCK IT.

The Kiss (tm) occurs early in this season, in which Jared kisses Jordan Eberle’s helmet after a dramatic OT win.

This is instantly iconic from an aesthetic standpoint. But from a narrative standpoint…oh BABY.

This is the first OT Win since Canner was concussed and Ebs won against the Avs in playoffs. That kiss was so deeply earned.

Canner and Ebs have been intertwined since the beginning, deeply enjoying playing together. Their line was split up early in the season due to various injuries but they were able to connect for that iconic moment and thank God they did.

The ‘23-‘24 season was overall challenging for the Kraken.

A bright spot, of course, is Jared McCann. He’s consistent when the rest of the team is inconsistent. He’s totally beloved by the fanbase.

But because it’s a challenging season, playoff teams start sniffing around our players. Particularly those with expiring contracts. Particularly those who have never won a Cup but are hugely respected veterans in the League.

Jordan Eberle. I’m talking about Jordan Eberle.

It’s a stressful time in February, wondering about who we’ll keep. Who’ll be lost.

We lose Wennberg to the Rangers. We wonder about Ebs.

But then—Ebs decides to stay. He decides to sign on for two more years with the Kraken. Meaningfully, he signs on to play his 1,000th game with the Kraken.

We had already known that McCann and Ebs were close but this milestone put it on full display.

“Everyone calls him my therapist,” Jared says of Ebs. “He’s just a guy I can go and not worry about outside noise or any other stuff. He’s a guy who’s been through a lot in this league, somebody I respect. You know, he’s in my wedding for a reason. He’s been there for me since day one.”

McCann is included alongside the alternate captains as someone to present gifts to Ebs and his family during the 1000th game ceremony.

Jared shares he was stressed over the trade deadline, stating, “You can't—you can't replace a guy like him.”

Good thing we didn’t.

2024-2025

The previous season ends, and Ebs is indeed in Jared’s wedding over the summer, which was well attended by many Kraken players.

As a fanbase, we are promised a captain before the start of the season.

As an org, the Kraken make us wait until the very moment the season opens to announce…

Jordan Eberle has been named the second captain of Kraken franchise history.

Just hold that thought, since this is a Jared McCann primer.

Jared McCann scores his 100th goal as a Kraken early this season, and notes in his reflection that it’s especially meaningful considering his first year in the NHL. His horrible rookie year is still on his mind. It shows in so many ways.

Canner takes on even more of a mentorship role, though he is not in the named leadership core.

We see him with an arm around Jagger Firkus in preseason.

He notes he wants to loosen Ryker Evans and Shane Wright up, thoughtfully agreeing that he’s similar to those quiet types but not wanting them to remain in shyness.

I’ve said it in another post but this is all so important for two reasons:

Jared McCann is becoming the mentor he needed, fulfilling his promise to himself that he would mentor young kids when he had the chance.

And Jared McCann is comfortable, supported by deep love and friendship.

This is epitomized by our social media admin including Canner in an Eberle family picture during the skills showcase walk-ins.

But hockey is brutal.

We know hockey is brutal.

And so on November 14, when Jordan Eberle crashed into the boards during a play, we all held our breath.

It was a while until we heard news but then we hear:

Ebs needed surgery on his pelvis; it’ll be six weeks until he can even attempt to walk again. It’ll be months until he can even be considered to get on the ice again.

So Jared will once again be without a major source of support on the ice.

This time, though, he isn’t alone. He has friends and he cares about the kids and he’s wanted.

So even as the universe continues to pummel Canner with the sads, we’ll keep pummeling him with love.

Sound good? GREAT.

Miscellaneous Fun Facts

Jared invited multiple Kraken teammates (Larsson, Donato, Schultz and their partners) along for the vacation where he proposed to his fiancée. He loves his team man

He and his fiancée have a corgi named Cheddar and Jared likes to bring Cheddar to any family events where other players bring their kids.

When asked what he loves about Seattle, one of the first things he said is that there are “a lot of corgis.” And he liked that.

He looks like a baby seal. This may seem like an opinion but trust me, it’s a fact.

He seems to keep a catalogue of everyone who’s ever hit him (relatable and so real)

Marvel nerd. Fucking dork. I love him.

He is a self-proclaimed “high-strung guy.” God bless.

Aughhh there’s so many more. I wanna know your favorite Jared tidbits!!!!

[puckingeccedentesiast]

sidney/jack/quinn (any of them) catching luke and nova making out

Sure!

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"Dad! Luke and I will be in my room." Nova called as she brought walked hand in hand with her boyfriend up the stairs.

"Alright, leave the door open please?" Sid had asked, her didn't think they were the type of kids to do anything stupid but it made him feel better knowing that the door was open.

"Yeah!" Nova had called back down, once they crossed the thresh hold of Nova's room she turned and spoke to Luke. "Welcome!"

Luke admired Nova's room, he could see that she had made it hers. Nova flopped onto her bed and dragged Luke down with her. They were laying face to face.

"Hi." Luke had whispered. Smiling at her.

"Hey." Nova had smirked, leaning forward slightly, brushing their lips together. Luke's hand reached around the back of her waist, tugging her closer so her body was flushed with his, he deepened this kiss, licking along the seem of Nova's lips, asking for entry. Nova opened her mouth into the kiss as Luke's tongue licked in. Nova had roped her fingers in the curls around the nape of Luke's neck, Lukes hand slipped up the back of Nova's shirt to caress her waist.

"Hey did you guys wa-" Sidney was startled, "Uhm did you guys want some pizza?"

Nova tried to make herself a little more presentable, pulling her shirt down and fixing her her, "Yeah Dad, that would be great."

"Uh, yep alright. Be downstairs in five, please? Oh and Luke, maybe refrain from trying to shove your tongue too far down her throat, she has to do a speech on Monday." Sid had said.

"Uh, yeah, sorry Mr. Crosby."

[sharpth1ng]

I’m starting to think billy wouldn’t enjoy being friends with a girl (really anyone but stu) like actual friends unless they liked the same movies are something I don’t know though because billy seems very pretentious 😭

I mean yeah, nothing I see in the movie really gave any indication that he would be a good friend to pretty much anyone lmao. He literally kills all his "friends" and when we do see him interact with them he's visibly annoyed and generally mean.

In terms of being friends with a girl? Yeah no, he's an obvious misogynist. He blames Maureen Prescott for his mom leaving instead of his dad, who is the one who actually betrayed his mom, and then he decides he needs to kill her daughter who did literally nothing to him. He blames women for everything thats wrong in his life.

He also insults Maureens appearance, calls her a slut-bag and a whore, and then he basically tells Sidney that she's now killable because she isn't a virgin. And that's aside from all the textbook gaslighting and manipulation he does in his relationship with her.

So no, i don't think he'd be a very good friend, especially not to a girl.

In my own writing I'm working on giving him a level of character development, like he's maturing, learning to see people in a little more depth but he's still an antisocial asshole. I'd say he'll get a little better at this with age but only so much.

[aftersunsz]

#1 DAD (SIDNEY CROSBY)

summary: Ever since Sidney learned about Vivien’s pregnancy, he’s determined to be the best dad ever

an: here’s a slightly late Father’s Day post :) also this has a time skips sorry about that :/

what to expect series

November 2016 (3 Months)

“What is my beautiful wife craving this morning?” Sidney asked Vivien as she finally woke up. It was one of Sidney’s rare days off and so far, they’ve spent most of the morning in bed watching episodes of ‘Charmed’. Vivien had recently gotten addicted to watching the show after a work friend recommended it.

“Everything.” Vivien yawned and snuggled up to her husband.

“I can get you that,” Sidney chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “What does my Lovebug really want?”

“Lovebug is craving . . .” Vivien thought about all the ice cream she had been eating lately. She knew she had to eat proper food before ice cream. “Would you hate me if I say our baby is craving non breakfast foods?”

“Technically it’s close to lunch time so . . .” Sidney nodded at her so she could continue.

“Mac and Cheese and some nuggets . . . Oh! And cheese pizza but with the really gooey cheese.” She started listing the foods items.

“Okay . . Does our baby wants anything else?” Sidney started getting up, picking up his pants from the floor.

“And green grapes. They have to be green, Sid. They taste so much better.”

And soon, Sidney was off to pick up everything Vivien had told him she wanted. It didn’t matter that he had to go to multiple stores, he was getting everything his girls wanted.

—

February 2017 (6 Months)

Sidney stood in the nursery that he had just finished painting. The color Vivien had chosen was a pretty light green. The couple had decided to wait until the birth to know the gender. Why? Well when Vivien’s mother, Alice, was pregnant with Vivien, the doctor had told her that she was pregnant with a boy. As a result, Vivien had to sleep in a blue nursery and wear blue and gray onesies instead of pink or purple.

Speaking of Vivien, she was currently at work. While her boss insisted that she could work from home, Vivien wanted to spend her time in the office surrounded by people and not by the TV and vanilla ice creams

Sidney sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time that day and started walking towards the door when he looked at the doorframe. Vivien had recently told him about all the height markings on her childhood bedroom’s door. Like his wife, Sidney also had height markings on his doorframe. He ran his fingertips over where he or Vivien would mark their child’s height. That instantly brought a smile to his lips.

—

April 2017 (8 Months) Game 1

Sidney had reportedly told Vivien to stay home so she could be more comfortable watching the game, but she wasn’t going to miss it. She sat in one of the suites with her and Sidney’s parents and Fleury’s wife and kids. They were all quite protective of her. Every time Vivien moved to adjust her sweater or try to get up for food or water, she would get told ‘are you okay? do you need something?’ It was starting to get annoying for her, but she knew it was because they cared about her.

First period had gone by and still no goal from either team. While Fleury’s wife talked about her kids’ grades in school, Vivien got a text message from Sidney.

“How is he already on his phone? He just got off the ice.” Vivien looked up from her phone to try to find Sidney, but he was already gone. “He’s asking if I’m okay.”

“If you don’t respond right now, he might come all the way here in his gear just to make sure.” Veronique said.

So Vivien quickly replied back.

Yes. I’m with Veronique and our parents. Focus on your game, captain.

Seconds later, his reply came.

If you or lovebug need anything, let me know.

How? You’re going to be playing in a couple of minutes.

Pens staff have my phone when I play in case something happens

Babe, I love you but I am fine 100% please stop worrying and win the game for your lovebug

Yes ma’am

When second period came, so did the goals. Vivien tried her best to cheer for the team, it wasn’t easy celebrating when she was eight months. In the end, the penguins got the win. A win for Lovebug.

[coco-loco-nut]

Revelations - Part 3

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Summary: a fic focused on the readers career because YOU ARE A QUEEN

a/n: i wrote this before the Newey/RBR break up. i also can’t stop ending my fics with a social media post 😭

requests open masterlist

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When Daniel retired from F1, you were ready to pull the plug on your career, but he wouldn’t let you. He saw the passion you still had and didn’t want to extinguish it just because he wasn’t going to have a seat in the race anymore. Instead, he decided to live his best life as a stay-at-home dad while also coaching Florence who was naturally drawn to her dad’s karts.

Your family eventually moved to England, it being the easier move with your job promotion and Florence’s karting. You took the Chief Engineering Officer position after Daniel retired, working closely with the man who taught you so much. Adrian and you were a dynamic duo, the cars you build together are rocket ships. Daniel is an ambassador for Red Bull when he isn’t with Florence at karting competitions. You’ve been teaching Sidney about the mechanics behind karts and the cars, letting him come to work with you to shadow once in a while.

You walk into Christian’s office to remind him about the family dinner tonight, Max already promised to be in attendance with P and Kelly.

“Y/n, mind taking a seat?” Christian asks, you think nothing of it, figuring he just wants an update on the car.

“What’s up? There isn’t much of a progress update yet,” you say, sipping your coffee.

“I’d like to sign Florence into our driver development program. Not just because she is a Ricciardo, but because she has the technical knowledge and the talent. I know someone with Rodin who has a seat open for her in Formula 4,” Christian says and you nod, having gotten a similar offer from Mercedes and Ferrari. You feel pride in your daughter, her hard work and drive being recognized by top programs. It’s extra special because Christian is using his connections to help get her a seat with Daniel’s old F3 team.

“The PR will be tricky to manage, but would you like to tell her at dinner tonight?” you smile, F1 fans already joke about Red Bull being Ricciardo central. Sidney is preparing for his semester finals for Mechanical Engineering and you can’t believe it’s been ten years since they made their first paddock appearance. You negotiate some terms with Christian, the most important being that if she wants to leave the program and go to another, she can.

“We will announce it once she’s signed with the team, I’ll give my person a call,” Christian lets you know before you go to your office. You admire the family photo you took when Florence won the CIK-FIA world championship last month. She’s been dominating British karting all year, Daniel has been working so hard to help her get where she wants to be.

Your day flies by, and before you know it you are all seated in your living room.

“How’s the driver program selection going?” Max asks Christian, genuinely curious.

“I actually made my selection today, Florence, how do you feel about the family legacy?” Christian beams as her face lights up.

“Really? Oh my god, thank you Uncle Christian!” she darts over to him to hug him. “Uncle Maxie, you better watch out,” she grins at Max, who is a Red Bull institution.

“I’ll be very lucky if I am still racing when you get to F1, but I will be happy to coach you,” Max chuckles, knowing he’s pushing the limit of his career.

“No way, that job is reserved for me,” Daniel tells Max who just frowns at his friend for taking away his plan.

A few years later, your whole family is essentially traveling race to race. Sidney is interning with Red Bull, Florence is racing with Rodin in F2, and Daniel is living his best life as a commentator.

“Y/n, let’s grab coffee,” you’ve noticed that Christian tends to say that when he has something important to say.

“What’s wrong?” you cut straight to the chase.

“Max is retiring after this season and I am going to retire as well,” Christian says and a silence falls between you.

“It’s a well deserved retirement for both of you,” you say after a couple seconds.

“I am recommending you for team principal. I also want you to be involved in choosing who is the next driver for the team,” Christian says and you pause.

“I would be honored, that would be huge shoes to fill,” you say after a second.

“You deserve it, you’ve worked your way up from the bottom,” Christian reassures you. In the next month, you signed your contract and got Oliver Bearman to replace Max’s seat.

“You should’ve let me take the seat, Mom,” Florence smiles, you shake your head.

“Not yet, you are a wonderful driver, but I can’t sign you my first year as team principal,” you tell her. Your promotion has been well received among staff and fans. You take the promotion seriously, learning what you don’t know while Christian is still there.

Five years later you walk into testing excitedly. It is a special day for your family.

“Daniel Ricciardo here reporting from the Paddock for testing, let’s see who we can grab,” your husband says, looking towards the entrance where you are walking in. “Y/n Ricciardo, have a second for an interview,” he smiles as you ate into the frame.

“I do, rare for a team principal,” you smile adoringly at your husband, still the young driver getting his shot in your eyes.

“How do you feel going into testing?”

“Great, my engineers and I have worked hard on the car, we are excited to see how it performs against the field,”

“And you have a new driver this year? How is that going?”

“Well so far, as a team we’ve been watching her for years. She’s worked hard with our junior team and we are always excited to bring young talent in. It’s always a tough decision when choosing someone for a seat, but we are confident in our choice,” you say, keeping things professional. The fans watching live are loving the interview, commenting about how your family is acting as if you aren’t a family.

“One last question, your new driver, Florence Ricciardo, is bringing in her own race engineer, Sidney Ricciardo, an engineer who worked for Red Bull Racing in the past. Are there any worries about an unproven race engineer?” Daniel says, the two of you somehow keeping a straight face.

“Obviously we want our drivers to be comfortable with their race engineer. Sidney has been with the team for a while before going to McLaren, so we are excited to welcome him back. Our team has worked with him to familiarize himself with the job, and he will be beside me on pit wall today for that reason,” you explain, a small smile holding back the laughter.

“Thank you for your time, Y/n. Good luck today,” Daniel tells you before you walk off. The video goes viral among F1 fans for the sheer humor of it. Fans also love that Florence and Sidney are following their parent footsteps and career paths.

“That interview was so funny,” Sidney sits beside you in hospitality.

“Thank you, Sid. I may be old but I can still be funny,” you smile at your son. “Are you nervous? I remember how nervous I was on pit wall the first time as your dad’s engineer,” you ask him.

“I am your son, I’ve got it in the bag, plus it’s only Flo,” Sidney says as Florence barges into the room, sitting beside you. Daniel follows behind her, quietly sitting beside her.

“Thanks for basically disowning me on live television, Mom. Oh, hi Dad,” Florence hugs her dad as you all try not to laugh.

“Come on, Flo, it was funny watching Mom and Dad act like we all weren’t related,” Sidney laughs. The social media team takes a picture and posts it on twitter.

twitter

@redbullracing: guys, a bunch of people with the last name Ricciardo are sitting in our hospitality, I guess all but one works for us. Apparently they know each our team principal? Are they related or is this just a weird coincidence?

@y/nricciardo not related to me, just a weird coincidence.

↪️@florencericciardo MOM! STOP DISOWNING ME

↪️@sidneyricciardo no, no, please continue disowning her

↪️@danielricciardo Do you know who these two are, Y/n? I don’t recognize them

↪️@y/nricciardo I’m sorry, do I know a Daniel?