#sc87

[pyladeshungover]

thanks @sergeifyodorov for the absolutely iconic inspo post 😂

i did the players in their team colours and because fedorov wasn't on the list i included his skates ❤️ also pride tape because fuck the nhl 😊

[j-ustkeepgliding]

he crouch

[jakrispy7161]

please be normal…

[034463]

say it ditto ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

[thedevilrisen]

Dad to the rescue

Nova Crosby -

“Sid, do you want another beer?” Sidney’s father asked, about to walk inside of Sid’s lake house. The whole family were sitting on the grass near the dock enjoying some time together, Sid was barbecuing and everyone was having a catch up after a busy year. 3 and a 1/2 year old Nova was sitting on a picnic blanket making leaf skewers for her dad to cook on the barbecue.

“I’m still working on this one,” Sid brought the condensation covered glass bottle to his lip, air bubbles floating down the bottle as he took a small sip, before focusing back on the barbecue. “How are those skewers coming along Novs? They’re lookin’ pretty yummy.”

The brunette girl beamed up at her father, proudly presenting a finished skewer of leafs, “This one is done daddy!” Nova then looked back down at her pile of pretty leaves she found around the property. “I need more sticks.”

Sid chuckled as the girl turned on her heal and waddled down towards the dock snd very close to the lake looking for leaves. “Careful Novs! Not so close to the edge we don’t want you to fall in.”

This message was obvious to the toddler as she moved across the grass near the bank reaching down and picking up sticks every now and again, getting upset and throwing the ones she didn’t think would work back onto the ground. Sidney’s attention was skewed momentarily as his sister Taylor proposed a question.

Nova, the ever curious toddler was crouched down looking at a stick near the edge of the water, dissatisfied she was about to move on. Looking out at the water she observed the floating debris when she spotted just the perfect stick. Laying down on her tummy she wiggled her self so her top half was over the edge, leaning over the water so her arms dangled down and trying to grab the stick which seemed just out of reach. Not wanting to give up on the perfect stick, she wiggled more of herself over the water, fingertips brushing the surface she wiggled just a little further forward.

The toddler had her first lesson in gravity as she made this final move, overbalancing and headed face first into the lake with a squeal and splash.

-

Sidney was looking over the top of the grill, noticing the prolonged absence of his daughter, “Taylor, have you se-“ he was cut off by a shrill scream he knew could only belong to one person. Nova.

“Nova!” Sid cried as he dropped his tongs and took off down the lake, followed closely Taylor and family friend Nathan MacKinnon. No one knew where the young girl has fell in so they split up, all running seperate directions. Sid knew he had taught Nova how to swim but a three-year-old in a cold body of water without a life vest to help could be very problematic.

Nova was doing her best to stay upright but as any young child was panicking causing her to splash around, which alerted Sid to her location. She was floating roughly 10 metres out from the edge, fighting to keep her head above water.

“I FOUND HER!” Sid screamed before wasting no time and launching himself, fully clothed into the water. Scooping her into his arms he kept her head, high and dry out of the water as he awkwardly swam toward the dock where his mother was waiting with a pile of towels. “Here Novs, I’ve got you beautiful.” Sid mumbled affectionate reassurance to the shaking girl, wiping her tears with his thumbs and bundling her up in multiple towels.

“Here Sid,” Nate held out a towel for him to dry off, while Sid’s mother hoisted Nova up onto her hip.

“I’ll take her up and get her out of the wet clothes Sidney. You dry off”

“Yeah alright.” Sid had spoken in response, yanking his wet shirt off over his head, wrapping the towel around his shoulders and following Nathan and his sister up the dock back to the fire pit and to the lawn chairs.

-

All of the adults sat around in a circle, when Sid’s mother walked back out cradling a now sleeping Nova.

“Tired herself out, the poor thing.” Sid’s mother assumed as she handed the blankets of sleeping girl back to her father.

“I can see why, she was panicking. I would too, but she needs to know that daddy’s always got her.” Sid reassured, admiring his daughter. “I’ve always got her.”

[holy-puckslibrary]

sid to a furry friend's rescue!

florist!reader gets flustered during sid's calendar shoot

parents mentors for the day

chief crosby's got a date... and its not with florist!reader

... was in a bit of a silly goofy mood, forgive me (and be sure to read the endnotes!)

gif from @littlemessyjessi

This is the last thing Sidney Crosby imagined he'd come home to: another man settled in his chair.

His cat is curled in the intruder's lap, and said intruder's hand is curled over your knee. And Sidney's soup—homemade and hand-delivered—split in bowls between you.

"Thought you didn't need a babysitter?"

Sidney watches the gleeful expression wilt on your pretty face—color drained like his bank account succeeding the egregious bid he matched to make bail—with equal measures of self-satisfaction and self-contempt.

"I-I didn't, I just—"

"Settle down, Chief," the ranger laughs. "I knew our little lady here was feeling under the weather, so I thought I'd stop by after my patrol shift and keep her company while you were indisposed."

Sidney glares into the bright cerulean eyes of one Anthony Beauvillier, a park ranger in the Atlantic Coast Uplands region.

If memory serves, he was recently transferred from Waverley to Blue Mountain but resides in Peggy's Cove. This is a 50-minute detour.

In the opposite direction.

The Fire Chief's jaw is painfully tight, his blood scalding. If it were't for his, albeit dwindling, sense of self preservation, Sidney would've marched up those two steps—recently refurbished at his hand, might he add—to forcefully remove the park narc's grubby paw from your body.

Mercifully—for all involved parties, you do so shortly and of your own volition before joining Sid in your driveway.

Guilt smeared over your sickly features, your mouth parts, an explanation hot on your tongue, but all that comes is a grizzly cough that stings Sid's chest just hearing it. Despite his vexation, he's patient with you; he owes it to you both to wait it out. He hopes this is just one big misunderstanding somehow.

But, before you're able, the absolute last person Sidney wants to hear from pipes up.

"Resting, ma biche. You're meant to be resting," Tito attempts to coax you back onto the porch—back to his side—with an outstretched, up-turned hand.

(my doe / my darling — reminder: see end for important notes!)

Not as quick with his French as he'd like to be, he growls at the perceived insult. However, rather than running his fist through the opposition's teeth in your honor, Sidney defiles it.

The park ranger, and everyone else who happens to be out and about tonight, are treated to an unexpected eyeful of their Fire Chief's innermost feelings rushing to the surface. They pour into your mouth with reckless abandon, unconcerned with his public image or the utter lack of privacy; this kiss could be broadcast on the Nightly News for all he cares.

All that matters to Sidney Crosby is making his intentions known, and crystal fucking clear. Staking his claim is just a bonus.

"Well, it looks like my work here is done."

At your dazed expression and Sid's bewilderment, Tito stands from the rocking chair with a genuine smile fixed on his face. As he deposits evergreen Stetson atop his wind-swept hair, he pauses.

"Y'all have a nice night," he winks with a tip of the brim, bidding you farewell before slipping into his government-issued Ram.

As gravel crunches under the vehicle's wheels, gears click into place behind Sidney's burnt umber eyes, now gleaming with clarity.

"Nate and Emmy." — Statement, not a question.

"Please, don't be angry. They just wanted to help because... because I didn't believe that... y'know." You gesture to the sliver of space that still separates you, a bashful little smile pushing up your feverish cheeks.

He couldn't find it in himself to be ticked off about your best friends' not-so-harebrained scheme—which, honestly, deserved more credit than he would ever be willing to give it—if he wanted to. Not while standing so close he can smell the PEI tulips you've been elbow-deep in all month, and definitely not having tasted the whisper of herbal tea lingering on your tongue.

Smirking, he closes the gap with a gentle tug.

"Oh, I know." Voice dropping to a thick hush, his lips hovering a lick above your skin, "D'you believe it now?"

The pinkish skin crinkles around his warm eyes as you pretend to think.

"I could do with a little more... convincing," you ultimately quip. "But, only if you're up for the t—"

The remainder of your cajoling is overtaken by a fit of giggles as he corrals you up and across the porch. The front door slams shut with a satisfying air of finality. Though, not before little Ember slips in with you.

Chief Crosby was thorough by nature, and he'd be damned if he didn't dedicate the evening to dispelling any and all doubts threatening to take root. Feigned, or not.

—

gotcha! teehee 😋 sid really said sick germs?? no match for my LOVE!!! ALSO! tito anon, this ones for you bbyyyyy 💓💓💓💓

***** 'ma biche' was chosen because its typically humorous and rarely intended seriously, + can be considered majorly outdated (even by 60s sitcom standards)—and its not always romantic! ... it also sounds a lot like an english insult, hence sid's reaction lol (at least, according to my french-canadian grandmother who remains very confused by my random call for a french lesson on infrequently used terms of endearment lol) *****

as always, i would really appreciate if you reblogged my work, left a comment or dropped by my inbox w some feedback :) fandom runs on engagement, and so do writers!! thx a mil in advance!

[cupidbedsy]

Hello Sweetheart! How are you? Happy preemptive birthday! Could I please request, “You need to keep your eyes open. Just a little longer.” From the 🌙, with Sidney Crosby please?

thank you cici!!! my first little sidney blurb and i’m here for it :) (also slightly implied age gap)

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sidney’s lap was comfortable, not as comfortable as a couch or a bed but you would take what you could get. all you wanted to do was sink further into the feeling of sleep. however, the voice from above you kept you from doing so, “y/n, c’mon. just stay awake, please.”

your whine made its way to sidney’s ears, “but i’m tired.”

“i know you are, sweetheart. but you need to keep your eyes open. just a little longer.”

his hands threaded through your hair, getting caught every so often on the knots. the occasional tug on your hair kept you awake enough until the two of you got home, sidney helping you out of the car.

“my head hurts.”

sidney rolled his eyes, “that’s because you drank a shit ton and then head butted with tito.”

“i love tito.” you giggled, stumbling into your apartment.

“i’m sure you do.” he rolled his eyes again, bending down to take your shoes off.

“don’t hurt your back old man.”

sidney didn’t say anything, continuing to take your shoes off and throwing them to the side. as he stood back up, his arms encircled your waist, pushing you towards your guys’ room.

you plopped on the bed, laying down before groaning at getting pulled back up, “lift your arms.”

you did as you were told, letting sidney take your shirt off before slipping on of his on. he proceeded to do the same with your pants, however once he got them off he allowed you to scoot back and cuddle into the blankets.

a few minutes later, he joined you, pulling you into his chest. he kissed your temple, sinking into the comfort of the bed.

“i love you.” your voice was soft and mumbled but he heard it anyways.

he kissed your temple again and smiled, “i love you too.”

[puck-luck]

In my "I want to be Sidney Crosby's controversially young gf" era

[pyladeshungover]

my stream froze and this is the frame it got stuck on and i'm just so in love with their love

[crosbysgirls]

Sidney Crosby

[motof1bfs]

Sidneycrisbyg Sidneyyyy🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 Sidney Crosby….

Sidney Crosby #87, Pittsburgh Penguins

enjoy, my loyal fan

graphic design is my passion 🐸

-🏁

[seth-jarvy-24]

[puckbiter]

ive been thinking about them a lot lately tumblr. so i had to draw them at least a little bit

[holy-puckslibrary]

sid to a furry friend's rescue!

florist!reader gets flustered during sid's calendar shoot

parents mentors for the day

someone's going on a date with chief crosby... and it ain't our girl </3

gif from @matbaerzal

To Sidney, this sham is nothing more than a meat-market legitimized. His fierce, formidable crew, flaunted and auctioned off in the name of "charity," as upstanding members of the local community brazenly gawk and drink themselves into a courageous stupor.

Gathered in packs around the local watering hole on a Friday night, the only things missing are high-res Animal Planet cameras and the calm wonder of Sir David Attenborough. It's only a matter of time before they start throwing themselves at each other like elk during mating season.

It's a shame Sidney won't be around to see it.

"Don't even think about it, Chief."

Sidney slumps; he spoke too soon.

Now, he's caught between cracked-door freedom and the firm grip of his Assistant Fire Chief. Kneading at the annoyance budding between his brows, Sidney turns on his heel to face his childhood best friend.

"C'mon, really? This is a circus, Nate. I shouldn't—Is this really something I should be doing? Y'know, it's not exactly... becoming of a civil servant."

"I'm doing it," Nate shrugs. "You don't see me pitching a fit."

The Chief glares. "Yeah, because you already know who you're going home with."

"Not true; tonight's could be the night Emmy decides to act on her grade school crush," the blonde jokes, his chin tipped across the gymnasium. "And who'd blame her? Flower's lookin' better than usual tonight."

"Nate."

The younger of the two only laughs in response to the dramatic groan of his name.

"No, I get it. You're acting pissy because your flower's stuck at home with a stomach bug, and, subsequently, you've been condemned to the terrible fate of having Cole Harbour's hottest fight tooth and nail for a date with you—oh, the horror! Truly, I feel for you, Saint Crosby."

"Bandwagon much?" he grumbles.

As Nate's grin widens, Sid's frown deepens.

Blue eyes twinkling with satisfaction, Nate teases, "You didn't deny it this time."

"D-Deny, what?"

Nate rolls his eyes; Sid's refusal to acknowledge anything, let alone something so obvious to anyone with eyes, was starting to get old, and fast.

"Yeah, sure, okay. Play dumb if it makes you feel better. But I'd figure my shit out sooner rather than later if I were you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sidney blinks.

"Oh, nothing... Just that you aren't the only civil servant sniffing around Blossom & Bloom these days."

With a parting wink, Nate vanishes into the crowd, leaving Sidney to stew in a fresh pot of bubbling unease.

—

and the plot thickens... hehehe 😈

as always, i would really appreciate if you reblogged my work, left a comment or dropped by my inbox w some feedback :) fandom runs on engagement, and so do writers!! thx a mil in advance!

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