#oh wouldn't necessarily win but he's your MAN he's the guy you want in your corner if you'r trying to do .. anything difficult

[bitbrumal]

you ever think about how kaeya is constantly on guard, scared, & simply -- not okay. that regardless how good he gets at handling all the threats he anticipates, that does not give him the power to make himself feel safe. just prepared. just capable. & it is something alike safe, it really is ----- but absolutely not the thing itself.

anyway all he truly craves is to just feel safe again & he lowkey highkey wishes he’d never felt it. that the ragnvindrs were less kind.       it was easier when he didn’t know what he was missing.

[tsuki-sennin]

Hey so uh... last episode, I called Tycoon an otter, and uh... not a tanuki and it's been keeping me up all night. …I mean, they're both in the Carnivora order, close enough right?

In my defense, someone I showed his design to without context called him an otter and that just sorta stayed in the back of my mind. Also, I was looking up civets on Wikipedia and I saw "Otter civet" and was like "Oh hey, Keiwa's one of those." and then just ran with it. And uh... well, I don't know if you've seen Keiwa, but you'd know I was wrong twice over!

Where were we? Oh yeah, it's game time once again!

Spoilers, I guess...

-Sara-neesan's our narrator today.

-Oh that's cute, Neon drew all her rider friends and also Morio, Daichi, and Win~!

-...Win...

-Ace-sama!

-It must be so weird to learn that the movie star you've been super into for years was (almost literally) astroturfed into existence.

-Dangerous Boys.

-...Keiwa, why're you grabbing him by the legs like that, that makes me wince.

-Little too late for that, buddy.

-"Get the ID Cores for me at once."

-Oh????

-"Somebody, not gonna name names, is a fucking bullshit cheater. Wouldn't it make you all happy to get rid of them~?"

-"So like... are you gonna cancel the show by force?"

-Y'know, good on Ziin. He's got the right idea.

-If nothing else, it'll be an explosive finale, so...

-Time to play?

-Admin privileges~!

-Oh??? Whatcha sayin' there lad?

-This is where Beroba stole everything.

-ID Core Radar!

-Girl's got tech skills.

-KEIWA HJKLH

-Keiwa, my dude, I called you an otter last episode and now you're walking around like Sasquatch. What's next, are you gonna become a frog ninja?

-Oh shit, Buffa.

-Zomboy.

-Oooooh, she's brutal!

-Tycoon appears!

-...Tycoon disappears!

-"Nice try, mongoose."

-Whoa! Not bad, Hakubi!

-Oh okay, back to Nadge-Sparrow now.

-"Wanna be my friend, fox boy?"

-"No."

-"Wrong answer."

-Oh

-Okay, Daichi's just

-Strong.

-Cores~! Besties~!

-Oh that's just unfair.

-Yeah that's totally believable, Daichi. ...though if I were to copy anyone's homework here, it'd be yours.

-Pon?

-Pon!

-Ponchicchi!

-Saracchi~!

-"This guy is a real Sussy Bakapon!"

-What do you even want again? To know everything there is to know?

-You want a Gaia Library, Berdly Deltarune?

-"That's so sweet and kind, wouldn't you agree Ponchicchi? Or should I say... GREEN GEATS!?"

-"Goodbye, Neon~! Goodbye creepy sparrow guy~! Goodbye dead body on the floor~!"

-Ohhhh, here comes Ace.

-bEEF

-Buffa sees no issue with cannibalism. ...well, being both a Jyamato and a zombie would do that to you.

-Main Dish. Fried fox meat.

-Ohhhhh

-Alliance.

-Keiwa Jumpscare

-Dinner~!

-Kekera?!??!??

-You leave my homegirl alone, Suel.

-Welp. We're no longer needed, apparently.

-"What's even the point anymore?"

-"That's easy. There is no point."

-NIRAM

-Let's goooooooo!

-Daichi's sure putting in a lot of work.

-"Obviously."

-Ah, yep! Selling them out to Buffa once again!

-You're a real nasty piece of work, Nadge-Sparrow.

-"Who're we crushing next?"

-"Oh, you know."

-Game time.

-He swept everywhere, did he?

-Buffa strikes!

-Ahhhh, fairy tales.

-A miserable man, bringing everybody else down with him. Like Kanato before him.

-This alliance is now completely and officially dead.

-"You're just playing. I'm crashing the server."

-Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.

-"Stranger."

-Oooooh

-Buffa's just showing off now.

-"You're flying far too close to the sun. Perhaps a clipped wing will bring you back down."

-Goodbye, Daichi Isuzu. You were... certainly a character and I wish you the best of luck, Dai Goto.

-Oh, he was one of the Another Den-Os in Zi-O? That's super cool actually, I didn't know that.

-"Well, this plan sucks dick."

-"Mm. Remind me to never ask you for anything again..."

-OH FUCK IT'S DUNCAN.

-Grandpa Archie's taken back Daichi.

-Ohhhhhhhhh, he's still in the game.

-WIIIIIN

-WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN

-MY BOY

-The final arc! ...or, at least close to it.

-...damn though, we've been super sparse with upgrades and forms.

-Not that I necessarily find that a negative, mind you! I love seeing silly gimmick toys as much as the next guy, but I'm surprised with the amount of restraint Bandai seems to have this season.

-...of course, now that I say that, whatever new guy comes in is gonna have every gimmick. It's gonna be madness.

[mysteriouslytransparentwombat]

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[cruentu-s]

11 & 12

portrayal meme || accepting

Do you write drabbles/headcanons for your character? Do you discuss them OOC, away from Tumblr?

[ oh man yes fnewjknfjweknwe I REALLY TRY TO KEEP THE DISCORD SCREAMING TO A MINIMUM a few close friends have been forced to listen to me scream and cry about how tragic Red actually is as a character and anyone who wants to listen just dm me LMFAO

as for drabbles absooooolutely!! i actually have a bunch of them on my ao3? and i do a ton just in my notes app when the Red muse hits but im not up for tumblr. i havent shut up about this guy for 10 years ]

Do you think your muse would act differently if they had interacted with different characters in the past? 

[ i dont think so... so much of why Red is the way that he is is a product of the championship win and the attention that followed, not necessarily the people around him? the only thing i can think of is if he never met Green/rival, then he most likely wouldn't have pursued battling, and never got him to where he was now.

he's always been a shy kid - the insufferable grump is alllll because of the attention hehe ]

[unfoundhoney]

being tommyinnit’s older sister ↠

↠ tommyinnit x older sister!reader ; fluff

↠ masterlist

↠ younger sister ver.

the unimaginable amount of patience you would need to be this child’s sister oml

you’ve had to learn to not let him get under your skin because if you let him win, he gets worse

this demon child is such a handful

he lives to make your life a living hell

but he also has a lot of respect & adoration of you??

it’s a nice balance of “i’m gonna be as annoying as possible” & “wow my sis is so cool”

you two are honestly really close

we know how clingy tommy is no matter how much he tries to deny it

he will beg you to go with him to mcdonald’s for an hour straight then call you clingy when you want to see a movie together

will complain about you sitting in his room while he games then whine when you aren’t there

what a brat

you helped set up his first pc way back when

not because you’re particularly good w/ computers but because you actually watched the videos & read the instructions on how to set it up properly

you also helped him figure out how to start streaming

& you edited some of his first videos

then taught him how to do it

look

he may be a brat

but he's your brat & you would do anything for his annoying ass

while you are comfortable in this knowledge, big man tommy wouldn't be caught dead admitting to the same

in his heart he knows he'd do anything for you too but he has a reputation to uphold ok? ok.

he mentions you in his streams/videos all the time

as much as he may try to deny it, you two do basically everything together

so whenever he’s telling a story you’re usually mentioned

“me and my big sister have been watching...”

“i went to the corner store with my big sister the other day...”

“...my big sister...”

there is a video titled “tommyinnit saying ‘my big sister’ for 3 minutes & 17 seconds straight” & it is a masterpiece

when tommy went to brighton for the meet up w/ will & fundy & all them, you were his chaperone

you drove him to tubbo’s house (& got to meet him; you love tubbo)

you took them to the beach & just chilled on the sand while they were out goofing around on tubbo’s paddle board

then you drove him to meet up w/ his other friends

you were just gonna drop him off, briefly meet his friends then go find a cafe somewhere to do uni work

(you) tommy, introduce me to your friends

(tommy) oh right, guys, this is my big sister y/n. y/n, this is... everyone

(you) hi, i’m y/n. anyway, don’t kidnap my little brother & sell him to human traffickers, please. i’m gonna head off. thomas, behave.

(tommy) when am i not behaved, n/n?

(you) ...do you want an honest answer?

(tommy) i reckon probably not

(you) smart boy. i’ll see you later. it was nice meeting you all!

tbh honest beyond your voice in the background of streams & videos & tommy mentioning you a lot, you’ve never really been on camera ever

there are those few photos you posted to your instagram before privating it that people found but other than that tommy’s fans don’t really know much about you

you are content with that

you don’t necessarily want to be perceived by tens of thousands of people more than you already are

however comma

around the time tommy first spoke to drista, he started asking you if you would guest on one of his streams

you said no & at first he was cool with it

but then he spoke to lani & skepina

so he had been begging you for about two months to guest on one of his streams

he went as far as offering to not use a face cam if you’d just stream with him

you eventually gave in

because this is your lil bro tommy we’re talking about

you didn’t hold him to the no face cam thing though

he gave no warning to his fans either he just jumped on twitch one day & did his whole introduction bit while prefacing that he has “a very special guest”

(tommy) now, before we log in, there is someone very special you all are going to meet. we all know me, little brother tommyinnit. but the one person who i am not just “like” a little brother to but am actually related to is my big sister!

cue chat going crazy bc even though tommy’s fans have never really seen you they love your & tommy’s relationship

(tommy) that’s right, boys. say hello to big sisterinnit!

do you want to be called big sisterinnit by a couple million people on the internet from here on out?

not really, but you go with it anyway and rolled into frame

(you) hello!

you did introduce yourself as y/n but it’s too late; you are big sisterinnit now

tommy had you playing on his account, telling you where to go & what different things are

tubbo popped in pretty early on in the stream & took over as tour guide

you are,,,, very popular among the server members

everyone who was on initially greeted you in some way

more people joined just to meet you

they have heard stories of the one person able to “tame” tommy & had been very eager to meet you

were you a little overwhelmed?

yes

but for the most part you just played it cool & met everyone

chat could not get over you two for the entire stream

because you’re just so used to tommy’s antics & just roll with all his bits (༎ຶ _｣ ༎ຶ ) (༎ຶ _｣ ༎ຶ )

his viewers love you

after that stream, there’s a joke that tommy’s viewers & all the smp members like you more than him

it makes him become angryinnit whenever it’s mentioned

but also like yeah his sister is really great ahem

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What are your thoughts on major Naruto characters? (Well you have said earlier that you haven't read the manga, but pls do tell about impressions you have garnered while writing ffs and through fandom in general)

Ooof, I mean, I suppose I watched enough episodes and have seen enough of fandom to have an idea of who the main characters are but I'm fully willing to admit that the Naruto that exists in my headspace is one I've made up.

But alright, I'll give it a whirl.

Naruto Uzumaki

Previous thoughts on Naruto.

Naruto is a very common archetype in shonnen anime as well as YA in general (Harry Potter is a very similar character). He's your every man good person who is not necessarily smart or particularly talented (though Naruto does in fact have extra abilities that put him beyond others but let's ignore that). He's an underdog, gets where he is through hard work and determination, is hated through circumstances not his fault that force him to disprove all preconceptions of him, and he's the guy you want to root for.

He's never been particularly interesting to me but I suppose if you made me work with him, I'd say his draw is just how far he goes to confront the world's hatred of him. He chooses to become a clown so that the people laugh with him rather than at him, he's very forcefully positive and clinging of those even remotely considered friends (looking at Naruto's obsession with bringing Sasuke home), and his desperate dream to become hokage isn't so much to become hokage but to earn the respect and love of his village. Which, ultimately, might very well make him a shitty hokage as an adult.

He goes through a lot of character development, but Naruto at twelve has very little understanding of what it means to be hokage and to run a village.

Like everybody else, given his actions throughout canon, I think he's gay for Sasuke.

However, I'm not surprised it didn't work out in that I strongly suspect hidden villages are discouraging of open homosexual relationships in that the priority will always be developing the next generation of shinobi. This means having kids and as we see no signs of surrogates, artificial insemination, and certain genetic lines are key to the village's survival then this means that arranged marriages are going to be a very large thing and it's to be expected that you marry someone of the opposite biological gender even if you have sex on the sly with someone else.

Naruto, being an isolated orphan who is historically socially clueless, I think wouldn't even have it occur to him what his feelings for Sasuke mean or that he could enter a relationship that's not friendship with the man. Sasuke, having a conflicted relationship with the idea of family, legacy, and what not would go towards marrying and having children to rebuild his family/turn over a new leaf for the clan (and as Sakura's the closest female friend he has remaining and someone who has always had an interest in him, she wins the marriage lottery).

But those are thoughts for another post.

Basically, Naruto's a nice guy, not a bad character, but never particularly compelling to me.

Sasuke Uchiha

Oh Sasuke, you delightful bastard.

Now, if Naruto were faster paced and more focused on the tragedy of Sasuke Uchiha, I'd be all in. Sasuke is your classic tragic character. He starts out rather noble, has his entire world destroyed at a very young age, and becomes mired in hatred and the need for revenge.

This, alongside the convenient manipulation of characters such as Orochimaru, propels him down the path of remarkable self-destruction where he destroys his body, his grasp of sanity, and perhaps even his very soul in pursuit of the power he needs to destroy the shifting goal posts of his enemy (first Itachi, then Konoha itself, then the world at large).

All the while you have characters such as Kakashi, Itachi, or later Naruto desperately trying to get Sasuke to come back and save him and it never works. Sasuke always, always, makes the wrong choice.

And when he's freed from one great evil (Orochimaru) he climbs right into the hands of another (Obito). Never realizing how stupid and vulnerable his vengeance makes him. Sasuke is a tool to be wielded by others until finally, finally, Naruto manages to get through to him.

Then we get a Sasuke who's accepted back into the village and has to fumble about for his place in the world. Konoha's not what he thought it was (both in the beginning and after he left it), his place in it has changed (the clan is gone, he abandoned the village, then he became an active traitor and enemy who is miraculously pardoned), he essentially skipped the formative years of his career and his childhood entirely.

And of course, you have his rivalry with Naruto, where Sasuke is goaded further as someone he considers to be a fool and a dumbass iS AlWayS BeSTing HiM. Naruto, however unintentionally, keeps driving Sasuke towards greater and greater power to be definitively the best.

Basically, unlike most people who are writing fix its left and right where Sasuke's making reasonable decisions, I think Sasuke is great. He's an imploding piece of trash who set himself on a course for ruined and was miraculously redeemed through the power of friendship and Naruto's bullheadedness.

And as above, I do think Sasuke has a thing for Naruto, but I'm not surprised it didn't happen in the world of canon. Sasuke's... complicated.

Sakura Haruno

Sakura's the third wheel of team seven and not entirely sure she's in the right movie. She starts out your normal-ish girl, she's very intelligent and hardworking, head over heels for Sasuke and thinks Naruto is a dumb boy, but not particularly invested/understanding of what it means to be a shinobi.

She learns, of course, as she faces trials and dangers quickly on and faces the loss of Sasuke as he abandons the village. She's forced to readjust her views on both Naruto as well as Sasuke and has to decide if the man he is is someone she can still love or not. Her feelings for him shift though ultimately remain fond and she's a strong friend to Naruto especially in light of Sasuke's absence from both of their lives.

The general complaint I see a lot of people make is that the author didn't really do much with Sakura. I can't say one way or another, not getting that far in, but it does seem to me that she's a secondary character despite being in the main three.

That's part of her struggle though. Naruto and Sasuke have their huge bullshit power rivalry thing going on and she has to find her own way and manage to keep up. She does so by becoming apprentice to Tsunade and ultimately keeping Team Seven alive (by remaining friends and teammates with Naruto) but she's never the one to... well... get her arm blown off by Sasuke.

As noted above, she's the obvious choice for Sasuke to end up marrying though.

Kakashi Hatake

He's a hot mess of depression and despair as everyone important in his life dies in horrible ways that are indirectly his fault. By the time he's an adult he's barely coping and he is not in any position to offer children guidance beyond "please try to stay alive until I'm not responsible for you anymore".

Delightfully, he gets stuck with the kids forever because of this. And Sasuke runs away in spite of his best efforts, which only adds to his ever mounting despair and frustration who eventually has to come to terms with his father's suicide and legacy of dishonor.

Kakashi's an excellent character is what I'm saying, like a lot of the secondary and tertiary Naruto characters.

[myhockeyworld87]

Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 10

Word Count: 5,487

POV: Reader then changes to Sid

Warnings: Language

Notes: This is fluf again, but I think we’re getting a little closer to the smut...haha. Sorry this chapter is a little long. Happy Reading!!! As always feedback is welcome!

Not So Dangerous Liaison Masterlist

READER'S POV

 It felt like the last twenty-four hours hadn't really existed. One minute you were celebrating with the team that you were going to the Stanley Cup finals and the next, you were waking up laying on top of Sidney. As if that wasn't enough, you'd actually agreed to go out with him. What were you actually thinking? You shouldn't be mixing business and pleasure. There was part of you that was screaming that you were becoming everything that Christian had said that night in DC. Your rational side told you that things with Sid weren't like that, that he genuinely cared about you.

 It was in the way he held you when the elevator stopped and the lights when out. The way he came running after you, after your encounter with Christian, and also the way he talked to you into staying and working for the team. All those things added up and showed you just how much he really cared for you. The problem was you didn't want to be a distraction right now for him. It was your job, to help these guys not make think about bringing you flowers and taking you on a date, especially not at a time when he needed to solely be focusing on hockey.

 Though you couldn't help remembering the feel of his fingers as they ran up and down your arm this morning, or the way he smelled as your head lay on his chest. Just the thought of it all gave you butterflies. Butterflies that you shouldn't be having; you told yourself. You needed to focus on the team, just like Sid needed to focus on hockey. The only thing you could do was immerse yourself in work. Of course, you were at every practice, just like always, but you took extra time making sure the guys had everything they needed. When you weren't at the rink you were planning ahead for when you were in San Jose. Coach Sullivan had approached you that afternoon about doing an outdoor workout again. So, you were busy getting that set up for when you were in California.

 You also took extra time making up care packages for all the teams' families that would be coming in for the game. They weren't staying at the same hotel as you guys, but you did know where the arrangements had been made and you wanted to make sure that they knew they could reach out to you as well. That was the whole point of this job.

 The first home game against the Sharks, the Pens were on fire and while Sid didn't have a goal, he did have an assist. After the game, Sid did a bunch of interviews and was the last one to leave the locker room. You were finishing up a few things in your office when he stood in the doorway. "I thought you'd still be here."

 "Oh, really, and what made you think that?"

 "Because you take this job as seriously as I do." Well, maybe not quite that much. "Come on, I'll walk you to your car." You gathered up a few folders you needed to take home and your coat and headed out the door with Sid. The hallways were somewhat bare, as most of the players had already left. The garage was eerily quiet and you were glad Sid was with you. He walked you down to your car which was parked a lot further away than his, but then he was the star of the team.

 "Nice game tonight." You told him when you finally got to the vehicle.

 "Thanks, I could've been a little better, but at least we got the win." He rubbed the back of his neck and you couldn't tell if it was just sore from a hit that had happened in the second or if he was stalling for more time with you.

 "Your neck ok? I saw that hit. It was kind of jarring."

 "What? Oh…uh ya. It's a little sore." He brought his arm down then and put his hands in his pockets.

 "Can I?" You'd been told you were pretty good at giving massages and you really just wanted to help him out. He turned around then. Thank god you were wearing your heels. You were still a couple inches shorter than Sid, but it made massaging his neck a little easier. You slid your fingers into the chords of his neck muscles and could feel the tension there. "Damn Sid, didn't you have Chris look at this before you left?"

 He sighed as you hit a particular spot and the knot worked out. "I was too busy with interviews." You circled your thumbs down at the base and felt some of the tension leave him. His shoulders could use some work, but it was a little hard to get to them through this suit.

 "Well make sure you get to the rink early tomorrow, so he can squeeze you in before practice."

 He twisted around; your hand falling away as he turned. "If he can't, I'll just come over to your office." He said with a wink. You were starting to wonder how bad his neck actually hurt. Shaking your head, you opened your car door to leave.

 "Thanks for walking me to the car. Now go get some rest."

 "Trying to get me into bed, eh? And we haven't even had our first date." That damn crooked smile of his came out and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him until the sun came up.

 Instead, you told him, "Oh you'll know when I'm trying to get you into bed." For added effect, you went up on your toes and whispered into his ear. "And you may not want to leave once I have you there." You pulled back to a see his jaw go slack. "Goodnight Sidney." With that, you ducked into the car and headed home.

 The next two days were a whirlwind. You were getting everything ready for the game the next night while trying to prep everything for the away trip as well. Coach Sullivan had decided that it would be easier to just fly out to San Jose right after game two; so you also needed to pack as well. Suitcase packed, you threw it in the car and headed to the arena. The Pens fans came out in full support of their team, covering the seats in a sea of gold, towels waving nonstop. The guys played their hearts out and ended up coming away with a win in overtime. Everyone was exhausted as you headed on the plane, and while you normally sat with Beau; you decided to head to the back and get some sleep.

 Horny had the very last seat behind you and was fast asleep before the plane even took off. Your nerves still got the best of you during takeoff, so you waited until the captain stated it was ok to turn on your devices before grabbing your travel blanket and pillow and curling up in the seat. You were just about to close your eyes when you heard. "Is this seat taken?"

 You looked up to see Sid, already sitting down beside you. "No, but then I think you knew that." Sid just simply shrugged. "Why aren't you sitting up there with Flower?"

 "He's sleeping." Funny, you'd plan on doing the same until a moment ago. "And he's not near as pretty to look at when he's asleep as you are."

 "Shhh." You chided him as you looked to see who was seated in front of you. Thankfully it was just Dana Heinze and he was out like a light.

 He leaned over then and whispered in your ear. "Why can't I say how pretty you are when you sleep? I love how your lashes lay against your cheek and you have the cutest little…"

 "Sid," you said, a blush staining your cheeks. "You shouldn't be saying those things. Especially here." That crooked smirk came out again, and you just shook your head at him as he muttered fine. "Now is there something you need help with, or are you just tormenting me since everyone else is sleeping."

 "Well, I wouldn't call it tormenting?" You giggled softly, you wouldn't necessarily call it that either, but you liked making him flustered. "Can you massage my neck again? We didn't really have time after the game." You looked across the aisle and saw a couple of the trainers chatting, and knew he could've asked one of them, but who were you to argue.

 "Turn sideways." He had shed his jacket once you were on the plane, so it was a bit easier to rub his shoulders this time. His neck did feel tight, but not as bad as the other night, so you were pretty sure this was just his way of flirting with you. He slowly relaxed under your hands as you massaged him for a good ten to fifteen minutes. "Better?"

 "Mmm," he hummed out, turning so he could recline in the seat beside you.

 "Anything else you need?"

 "Some of your blanket. It's freezing back here." It was always cold on the plane, so you learned early to bring a small throw.

 "Don't you have a seat, that's missing you? Like I'm pretty sure I heard that you always sit in that seat for luck." It was just another one of his superstitions, but you actually thought they were kind of cute.

 "I did sit in it, and now I'm sitting the rest of the way with you. Now fork over some blanket, so we can get some sleep." You just shook your head at him and spread the blanket between the two. "If you come over this way, we'd both have more." You scooted to his side instead of leaning against the window.

 "There, now go to sleep." You shut your eyes when you felt his knuckles brush across the back of your hand. His fingers lightly caressed your skin, before lacing his hand with yours. It was so incredibly sweet, yet you found yourself asking. "This doesn't seem like business as usual?" referring to the fact that he was not supposed to be pursuing you until after the playoffs were over.

 "Maybe it's going to be from now on. Now be quiet so I can go to sleep." He shut his eyes, but a huge grin was spread across his face. You closed yours as well and tried not to think about the man next to you. You weren't doing anything but holding his hand under a blanket, yet it felt so intimate, and you hoped no one would notice. It took a few minutes before the motion of the plane lulled you to slumber.

 When you woke up, your head was resting on Sidney's shoulder and his was leaning down on yours. You could only imagine the picture that the two of you painted. The plane was still quiet, as it seemed most people were still asleep. His hand was still interlaced into yours and you took a moment to just breathe in his scent and cherish this moment. You knew you couldn't stay like that for fear of someone seeing the two of you. The small pillow you brought was on the other side of you, and you grabbed it to prop Sid's head on as you carefully extracted yourself. Luckily, he slept on.

 A quick check of your phone showed you were only about thirty minutes from landing, so you expected everyone to be waking up soon. You tried to unlace your fingers from Sid's but even in sleep, he wasn't having it. As much as you were trying to keep it business, you couldn't help but smile sitting there holding his hand. You took a moment to just look at him as he slept, even though it was dark and hard to make out some of his features. He looked so peaceful and so carefree in sleep, and you wondered if he ever let go this much when he was awake.

 You weren't sure how long you sat there gazing at Sid, thinking about what it would be like to wake up in his arms again, but all too soon the captain came on and told everyone to fasten their seatbelts as you would be landing shortly. Most of the guys woke up, but Sid just slept on. Gently, you rubbed his bicep, the one that was still holding your hand. "Sid, time to wake up."

 His head tilted over to you, and he whispered low. "Mmm, I know. Just wanted to see if you'd kiss me awake." You shoved his shoulder then.

 "How's that instead?" He just chuckled at you, and you had a feeling he'd been awake a lot longer than he was letting on. "You can go back to your seat anytime now." You teased.

 "Nope. You're stuck with me until we land."

 "Fine, but I'm stealing my blanket back."

 Sid stopped you. "You might not want to do that, as I don't plan on letting go until we land." He squeezed your locked hands.

 "Seriously, what am I going to do with you?"

 "I have a few ideas," he muttered raising his eyebrows suggestively at you, to which you just rolled your eyes. Thankfully, the stewardess came by checking your seatbelts and effectively changing the subject.

 The two of you made small talk the remainder for the flight. Sid did finally let your hand go before heading off the plane.

 SID'S POV

 The next couple of days were filled with practices and watching films. There was really wasn't any time that you got to spend with (Y/N) alone or even semi-alone for that matter. While the team was off watching endless hours of tapes, she would head over to the hotel where all the families were staying and make sure everyone there was fine. The only reason you knew this was because of your mom. She mentioned that she ran into (Y/N) in the lobby and how she was checking on everyone.

 Your mom also mentioned how (Y/N) had done gift baskets for everyone and how that someone should snatch that girl up. Of course, she was insinuating that someone should be you, to which you simply told her you were trying. That comment led to a whole conversation about what you should be doing to win her over. You took in all her advice but thought you were pretty much on the right track at the moment. You just needed to win the cup and then (Y/N)'s heart. The fact that you lost game three, didn't help your endeavor in either case.

 The following day, coach had you all train at the beach again. Which of course, (Y/N) had made all the arrangements for. It was again the pick me up the team needed and helped you to a game four win. As you headed back to Pittsburgh, you knew everyone had one thing on their mind and that was to win and to do it at home. Tensions were high, the entire flight home and all into game five. You felt the pressure pouring down on you, from everywhere; the team, the fans, the city, even your family, everyone but (Y/N). You'd pass her in the hall and she would always send you a reassuring smile. One time you waited to walk her to her car like you did before. She held your hand the entire time and refused to talk about hockey, trying to take your mind off of everything. Unfortunately, it didn't help and the team lost its chances of winning at home in game 5.

 As you headed back to San Jose, (Y/N) took the seat way in the back again. She must have sensed you needed some time with her. It was a morning flight, so you couldn't really cuddle up with her as you had previously. "Are you doing ok?" She asked.

 "Yeah," you breathed out. "It's a lot but I know we're going to get it this time."

 She smiled over at you, totally agreeing with your statement. "You will." She stated simply. "So, let's focus on something else. I think you have enough hockey on your mind for three seasons at the moment."

 "True. How about we talk about where you want to go on our date?"

 While she shook her head at you, a becoming blush started to creep onto her cheeks. "Sid, we're not supposed to be talking about that until after this is all over."

 "I thought you were going to take my mind off of hockey?" It was a cheap tactic, but one you used to your advantage.

 She side-eyed you before giving her reply. "Point taken. Where would you like to go?"

 "Well, I have a few thoughts." You said with a suggestive raise of your brow.

 "Sid," she whisper yelled at you.

 "What? I was thinking of that cute little restaurant on Mount Washington and then maybe ice cream afterward." You didn't point out that you wanted to lick the ice cream off of her body.

 "Yeah, sure you did." The rest of the way you talked about anything and everything, well except hockey. By the time the plane landed, you were feeling good about the game and your upcoming date. Which hopefully would be taking place soon.

 Game six was intense. Halfway into the first Dumo put you on the board, and you could almost taste the champagne coming out of the cup. The Sharks rallied though in the second as Couture, put one in the back of the net. Not a minute later, you got the puck on a pass from Shears. You weighed your options as you dangled the puck back and forth, finally flipping it over to Tanger who slapped into the net for you guys to take the lead. The rush was amazing, and you couldn't help but wonder if (Y/N) saw that; knowing, of course, she probably did.

 Minutes ticked by and it seemed like the slowest third period you'd ever played in your life, but with every passing one, it put your closer to winning. Finally, you were down to a little over a minute in the third, you were able to steal the puck away from the Sharks and pass it on to Horny who threw it into the empty net, sealing your fate as the new Stanley Cup Champs. The bench erupted and it took everything in Coach Sullivan's power to settle everyone down for the few seconds. You stayed out on the ice and when the buzzer sounded gloves and sticks were thrown in the air. The crowd was somber, nothing like if you'd had been in Pittsburgh, but it didn't matter. Everyone piled on top of each other to celebrate and as you emerged from the pile your eyes scanned the bench looking for (Y/N), yet she wasn't there.

 Handshakes commenced; a tradition long upheld at the end of a playoff series. It was only after, as you still celebrated with your teammates that you saw her, standing in the back, waiting with some of the other staff members to watch you receive the Stanley Cup. Her smile was brighter than the sun and while you knew you had a perma-grin plastered on, yours grew wider just looking at her. You were awarded the Conn-Smythe trophy and you were able to hear her say congratulations when you skated it back for someone to take back to the locker room for you. It wasn't enough, but it would have to do for now.

 The Stanley Cup presentation took place next, and you raised it above your head, cheering and skating around the ice. You passed the trophy off and quickly had microphones shoved in your face, giving a few quick interviews as it was passed from player to player. Finally, it was time for the team photo and you saw Mario drag her out on the ice. You knew she didn't feel as though she should be there, but you were glad she was. As soon as the was over, everyone's families crowd out to congratulate them. Your parents and sister were right there in the front and after a few pictures with the cup and them, you skated around joining in the celebration. Over to your left, Anna had her legs wrapped around Geno, the two sharing a passionate kiss, and to your right, you saw Vero and Flower doing the same. It was then you realized how incomplete the cup win actually was. Oh, you were still thrilled that you'd won your second championship; it just finally hit you that it would've been so much better to celebrate it with (Y/N). You wanted her legs wrapped around you, kissing you senseless, and pictures with just the two of you and the cup. You vowed right then and there that you'd win another one, just so that you could have a moment like that with her.

 You spotted her then. She was standing off to the side with Tanger's son Alex, crouched down low talking to him about everything that was going on. You skated over to him, lowering yourself to his level as well. "Hey bud, are you excited?"

 He shook his little head. "Uncle Sid, Nous avons gagne la coupe!"

 "Yes we did, win the cup, Alex."

 "He was teaching me how to say it in French, weren't you Alex?"

 "Oui." You scooped him up in your arms then, for even as excited as he was, you could see that the late-night was taking a toll on him.

 "I was just watching him for a minute, while Kris and Catherine had an interview or something." Alex rested his little hard on your shoulder and (Y/N) moved closer to the two of you to brush his hair out of his face. "Are you sleepy buddy?" He reached out his hand for (Y/N) to take him.

 "What, Uncle Sid is no good now or what?" You teased the toddler.

 "She sings better than you, Uncle Sid."

 You handed the boy over, and he wiggled around in (Y/N)'s arms trying to get comfortable. The problem was you were all still on the ice, only (Y/N) was still in heels. You reached around to support her more until Alex finally determine what obviously was the place he wanted to rest his little head, her breasts.

 Things winded down on the ice and everyone moved back to the locker room. You waited until almost everyone was back there, then brought the cup in. Everyone was cheering, champagne was flowing everywhere, in the air, in the cup; it was complete chaos in the best sense. You were soaked head to toe in some form of alcohol. After pouring several bottles into Lord Stanley's Cup, you took a drink then held it up for your teammates, coaches, and staff. Eventually, Tanger and Flower coax (Y/N) over to partake as well. You tried to pour as little as possible but of course, it ended up all over her just like it was everyone else. She was just as soaked as everyone else.

 The team partied in the locker room for a couple hours, then headed back to the hotel. As the captain, you were entitled to keep the cup for the night, so you carried it into your room and set down next to all the things (Y/N) had put in your room for this trip. You still really hadn't gotten to celebrate with just her, you'd only had that brief moment with her and Alex. Pulling out your phone, you shot her a quick text. If you have a sec, can you come down here? You didn't have to tell her where for you knew she'd assigned the rooms and would know where you were staying. Be down in a minute. She sent back.

 About five minutes later there was a knock on your door. "Everything ok?"

 You opened the door for her to come in, then shut it behind her. Her hair was slightly damp, probably after the shower she'd just taken to get the alcohol off, and she had an oversized Pens Championship t-shirt, the same as you, and a pair of leggings on. She looked adorable and sexy at the same time, a combination that wreaked havoc on your senses. "Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"

 "When you text me, I thought something happened with the cup and you needed me to find fairies with little metal hammers to take the dents out."

 That caused both of you to laugh. "Fairies, really (Y/N)?"

 She simply lifted her shoulder in a shrug. "With a trophy this old, you never know. Anyway, what did you need?"

 "Oh, well I just realized something."

 When you paused a second, she asked. "What's that?"

 "Just that I haven't got to celebrate the win with you at all tonight." A sweet little smile graced her face.

 "We celebrated in the locker room." She countered.

 "Yeah, that wasn't what I meant." You took a step closer to her, now only inches separating the two of you. "There's been something I've wanted to do all night."

 "And what's that?"

 "This," you stated as you closed the gap between you, capturing her chin between your thumb and index finger, before closing your lips over hers. She was taken back for only a second, and then her hands slid up around your neck and she pressed her body to yours. You took possession of her mouth then, your tongue sweeping in and swirling with hers. Kissing (Y/N) was everything you had dreamed; your only regret was that you hadn't done it sooner. She was soft and pliant under your hands, as you skated them down her back. Her mouth molded to yours, as she returned the kiss.

 When you finally broke apart, you were both breathing heavily. You rested your forehead on hers, cherishing the moment for a minute longer. "That was…" she sighed out, eyes still closed.

 "Perfect," you told her and hoped she felt the same way.

 "Yeah."

 "So…I was thinking?" You pulled back to look at her.

 "Then we must not have been doing it right." A light laugh escaped your lips.

 "I was thinking of this before we did that." She raised her eyebrows at you. "Stay with me tonight?"

 "Uh…um…" she sputtered out.

 "Hear me out, before you answer." You quickly continued before she could protest. "Tonight has been perfect; everything about it. There's only one thing that could make it better and that's spending it with you in my arms." You felt her sigh before you actually heard it, and you weren't sure if it was one of acquiescence or rejection. "I just want to hold you, like I did that night at my house. Nothing more…not yet at least." She blushed then and you may have as well.

 "But Sid, what if someone sees us?"

 "No one will care (Y/N). Besides, they'll eventually find out, once I officially get to take you on a date."

 She closed her eyes again, shielding you from her thoughts. Your hand rubbed circles on her hip, coaxing her to say yes. "Ok," she softly whispered.

 Her agreement was like winning the Stanley Cup all over again, and you dropped a swift peck to her lips. "By the way, this looks good on you." You tugged at her shirt pulling her towards the bed before she changed her mind.

 "It's a bit big."

 "I have some pants that would go with it." You told her referring to the ones she wore when she was at your house.

 "Oh my god, I still have them." Her face turned a delicious shade of red.

 "Keep them. I have a feeling I might need them for when I stay over at your place."

 "You seem pretty confident, about that happening, Mr. Crosby." She playfully swatted at your chest, before spinning around to turn down the bed, shimming out of her leggings before climbing in.

 "I'd say hopefully optimistic."  She crawled into the bed, scooting over to the other side, while you shucked off your identical t-shirt and shed your sweats so that you were only clad in a pair of boxers. You were under the covers before she even knew you had discarded the clothing.

 "Hmm, maybe I should sleep on top of the covers." You gave her a questioning look. "Can't have you getting overconfident." All you could do was shake your head and pull her close; her head resting on your chest, just as it had days ago. She still fit perfectly in your arms, and you took a moment to appreciate everything you had at that moment. "This is nice, just you, me, and that big silver trophy. You played a hell of a game Sid."

 "Thanks, but it wasn't just me."

 She propped her chin up on her hand to look at you. "There are no cameras at the moment, take the compliment."

 "Only if it comes with a kiss." She leaned over then, her lips hovering above yours for the briefest moment before they gently caressed yours. She sucked on your bottom lip, before sweeping her tongue in and stealing your breath away. You moved your bodies so that you were both laying on your sides, as your hands roamed over her hips and back. You deepened the kiss even more, and she moaned into your mouth, the sound causing your cock to stiffen. It would be so easy to just slide her onto her back, coax her out of her shirt and make love to her. However, you'd all but promised her you wouldn't go that far; so you found yourself pulling away from the kiss earlier than either of you liked. You rolled onto your back, pulling her so that half her body was on top of you. "We should sleep before this goes any further."

 She planted a kiss on your chest and you returned it with one to the top of her head. It wasn't long before both of you were fast asleep. Sunlight stole through the curtains causing you to wake up. (Y/N) still lay sleeping on your chest. It was around eight in the morning and you knew everyone would be getting up soon and meeting for breakfast, before heading back to Pittsburgh. You hated that you had to wake her, yet it couldn't be helped. "(Y/N)," you whispered lightly shaking her, then rubbing your hands across her back. "Baby, it's time to get up."

 She moaned slightly, still in a sleep fog. "Mmm, did you just call me baby?"

 "Um…maybe?" You hadn't realized you'd let the term of endearment fall from your lips. "Is that ok?"

 "Mmm…" Every time the light hum slipped out of her lips it elicited wicked thoughts from you. "Yeah…I kind of like it."

 You kissed her nose then. "Good, because I have a feeling, I'm going to use it more often." Your lips dropped down to hers then, stealing a kiss.

 She pulled back too quickly for your liking. "I should go."

 "I can't wait until you don't have to." She giggled then, before squirming out of your arms and out of bed. "I'll meet you down at breakfast then?"

 "Yeah, I'll be down as soon as I pack." She tossed her leggings back on, before throwing her hair in some type of messy bun. You got up and reached for her, pressing her close to you.

 "Let me make sure no one is in the hall first." You didn't release her though, instead, you kissed her again, letting your mouth worship hers one last time before having to pretend there was nothing going on between you. "You know next season; you're going to have to make our rooms next to each other."

 "Oh really?"

 "Mmmhmm, better yet they should be adjoining. I'll be sure to put it on my paper so you remember." She just laughed and shook her head at you. "Wait, I have an even better idea." She pulled back, to get a better look at your face. "We can just share a room; it would save the team money."

 "You'd be sick of me."

 "Never," you answered before kissing her again.

 "I better go." You released her, before opening the door to check and see if anyone was in the hall.

 "All clear. I'll see you in a bit." She went to leave, and you pulled her back one last time for a quick kiss before she headed down the hall and back to her room. The last twenty-four hour had been the best of your life and you had a feeling they were only going to get better from here on out.