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jackhues · 5 months

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3 + 1 - sidney crosby

notes: i hope you guys like this, first fic for 'it's the most wonderful time of the year', had lots of fun making this!!

likes are good, reblogs are better <3

part of naqia's end of the year celly!

gif not mine

i. (1994)

you'd known sidney your entire life. one of the first memories you had with him was fighting him for the last hockey stick in the store.

well, it wasn't the last hockey stick. but it was the last one of all the types you used to play. it just so happened to be the only one sidney used.

after a game of rock, paper, scissors (you won), sidney got mad and demanded a best of three. maybe it was the defiant look in his eyes at only seven years old, but you decided he could have the stick.

"are you sure?" he asked, now looking hesitant about taking the stick.

you nodded, "i'm sure. they'll get one of the sticks i use in a few days. you can have this one. i'll just steal my brother's stick until then."

sidney grinned, "thanks, y/n."

you smiled back at him, feeling the start of a friendship. you'd lived near him your entire life, but you'd only begun talking to him because of hockey.

"just don't forget to send me a card when you go to one of your tourneys," you told him.

you and sidney laughed over that, before heading back home with your parents. it was after this day that you began to say hi to each other in the halls of school, that you decided to pair up for projects, that you became friends.

over the two months it took until christmas morning, you forgot about what you'd told him. but sidney didn't forget his promise.

and it was on december twenty fifth, that you received a post card in the mail from some place in quebec. a seven year old sidney had tried his best to make the letters look pretty, writing on the side, 'merry christmas, and thanks for the hockey stick, y/n. it helped me win!'

you peered in the envelope, finding a picture of sidney hoisting his giant hockey trophy. you smiled at that.

even though he was so far away, it felt like you were celebrating christmas together.

ii. (2004)

'sidney patrick crosby, you have got to be kidding me! you have a huge hotel, you're in finland, and you've got some of the best people with you. and yet, you're saying you wished you were here playing pond with the rest of us? you're crazy. anyways, make sure you score a goal or something, and have lots of fun! honestly, not scoring is fine if you have fun. good luck at the world juniors! i'll be cheering you on from back home :))'

you signed off the letter, sealing it and placing it to the side to deliver later.

at seventeen years old, sidney had become the only under-18 player at this year's world junior tournament for team canada. it was a thing to celebrate, but sidney was upset he would be missing the town's annual christmas pond hockey game.

you and him had played together on the same team for the last nine years, winning every time. this was the first time he wouldn't be here to help your team defend the title.

but that was okay, you thought as you packed up your christmas gear and made your way to the pond.

because sidney was going to play on your t.v. tomorrow, at the national level. it was his first time playing for canada, and you knew he was excited for that.

he just wasn't a fan of missing the small things.

it was why he'd began sending you letters and post cards as he moved around for tournaments and hockey games. they were cute souvenirs, and you didn't mind sending him a letter back.

you just wished he could've been here to celebrate christmas with the rest of you.

iii. (2009 - pretend ft was invented a year earlier)

"merry christmas, love."

you smiled, "merry christmas sid."

sidney adjusted his phone, fixing the facetime so you could see him better. you laughed as he struggled for a minute, finally getting a proper angle.

"don't move!" you said. "there, perfect. now your entire face is on my screen."

he laughed as he shook his head to himself.

the two of you had been friends for thirteen years before he worked up the courage to ask you out. and for the last two years of your relationship had been amazing. there were ups, like seeing him win the stanley cup, and there were downs, like seeing him take some uncalled for hits.

but you were happy. and so was sid.

the two of you had planned to celebrate christmas together in pittsburgh, until a family emergency had you coming back to nova scotia last minute.

everything turned out fine, but it was just too late to get a ticket back to pittsburgh.

even so, you and sid had found a way to work around that.

the two of you spent most of the day on the phone with each other, talking and laughing together. it wasn't what either of you had planned, but you made it enjoyable.

it was a great christmas.

iv. (2012)

"sidney, will you get down here already?"

"i'm coming, i'm coming," he called from upstairs.

you sighed, waiting for your husband to get up and get downstairs. christmas morning was the one morning you were happy to get out of bed, but it was also the one morning sid wanted to sleep in.

sam, sidney's dog, came down the stairs, curling around by the christmas tree as he waited for sid with you.

a few minutes passed before sidney made his way downstairs, eyes half closed but a sleepy smile plastered on his face to greet you.

"good morning, love," he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "merry christmas."

"merry christmas," you smiled, pressed a kiss to his jaw. "we eating breakfast first or presents first?"

"mmm, breakfast," sid decided.

"i knew you were going to say that," you laughed, pulling him along to the kitchen.

you'd already prepared breakfast before he came down. some eggs, sausage and bread. it was a good way to pass the time as you waited for sid to get downstairs.

the two of you took your seats, laughing as you ate breakfast and discussed how far you'd gone in life together.

"you almost tripped on the ice," he reminded you.

"no one told me i had to go out on the ice after you guys won," you argued. "i was so excited over you guys winning the stanley cup, i didn't even notice i was being ushered to the ice until i took my first step."

sid laughed as the two of you slowly made your way to the living room.

"here, open my present first," he said, rummaging under the tree to pull out a long, rectangular box.

the two of you had started the tradition of opening all of your sentimental gifts before the other cute ones. and even though you wanted to go first this year, you supposed it was alright if sid got this one.

you unwrapped the box, pulling out a familiar hockey stick. one that you'd given sidney eighteen years ago.

"oh my god," you muttered, tears building up in your eyes.

"i found it in my parent's garage last summer," he shrugged a little. "i remembered how badly you wanted it. and even though it's too small now, i thought you'd like the memory."

"i love it," you grinned, wiping the corners of your eyes. "it's absolutely perfect. i'm putting this up next to that picture of you holding up the trophy."

sid laughed at your response, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"you can do whatever you like with it."

you put the stick to the side, your hands slightly shaky as you grabbed another, much smaller, box. "here. now open my present."

sid took the box from your hands, unwrapping it and opening it. he stared at the contents of the box, unable to form a sentence as he looked between the box and you.

"you -- this -- seriously?" his eyes shined as he stared at you.

you nodded, feeling the tears build up yourself. "we're having a baby."

sid laughed, pulling you in for a hug. "oh my god, this is amazing. a baby, you and me."

the two of you held each other that day, celebrating christmas together.

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holy-puckslibrary · 1 month

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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.

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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!

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toasttt11 · 20 days

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August 7, 2006

Sidney was pacing out side the hospital walls, hearing the screams of Jasmine, who has been in labor for 17 hours now. Sidney had sent home his parents and younger sister as they had been with they all day and he wanted them to at least get some sleep.

Sidney’s head snapped up as the door opened and one of the nurses walked out, “Mr. Crosby, your daughters been born.” The woman gave him a kind smile.

“Daughter!” Sidney choked out as Jasmine didn’t want to find out the gender as she didn’t care for it.

Sidney shook his head pushing back the emotions, “Can i see her.” Sidney questioned looking desperately towards the nurse.

“Of course.” The nurse kindly replied and gestured for him to walk into the room.

Sidney walked in and only spared a single glance at his ex-girlfriend, who was turned away from the door and away from the bassinet that had his newborn daughter in it.

Sidney took slow steps and looked down and saw the most precious thing in the whole work, Sidney knew his daughter has already stolen his heart and nothing was more important to him then her, he gently picked her up and she made a small cooing sound as her little fingers wrapped around his finger.

“Hello Cameron.” Sidney lovingly mumbled, letting out a watery laugh as he feels his cheeks wet from his tears.

He has picked out the name when he found out about her, He loved it because it fit for a girl or a boy name, just like his.

“Sir?” One of the nurses kindly called out gaining his attention, “You have to write out full name and as Ms. Waters has signed away all of her rights so you will need to sign this for the birth certificate.” The nurse set down the papers in front of her him and handed him the pen.

Sidney nodded and shifted his daughter carefully to his one arm and picked the pen up in the other hand, he wrote out her name, Cameron Taylor Crosby. And signed everything he needed too and handed the papers back to the nurse.

“We just need to clean her up and give her a checkup and you’re good to bring her home dad.” Another nurse kindly told Sidney and stretched her hands out towards to take Cameron, Sidney hesitated not liking the idea of letting go of his daughter.

The nurse just calmly smiled because she is use to parents not wanting to let go of their kids, “Why don’t you come with us.” She kindly suggested and Sidney quickly nodded and followed the nurses out of the room not even sparing a glance at his ex, he picked up his back pack swinging it onto his shoulder.

Sidney followed them into the room and gently and reluctantly set his daughter onto the bed, he stayed closed by her side tho and let her fingers stay gently wrapped around his finger.

The nurse started doing a thorough check up on the newborn making sure everything was good and she was healthy before she then started cleaning her up, “Do you have an outfit to bring her home in?” The nurse asked him as many parents will bring in an outfit to bring their baby’s home or the hospital will give them one.

Sidney nodded and opened his backpack pulling out a white and pastel yellow onesie that has little flowers on it, the nurse helped him put it onto Cameron.

The nurse then made sure she went over everything with him as she could tell he was nervous and she knew he was a single father so she wanted him to feel prepared.

“And you are ready to take your girl home.” The nurse kindly told Sidney making him smile, he nodded and thanked the nurse before he started the walked out of the room and down the hallway towards the front of the hospital, he walked out of the front doors and to his car.

Sidney opened the back door and gently laid his newborn daughter into her new car seat and he gently caressed her tiny and soft cheek and gave her one more lovingly smile before he shut the door and he walked around putting all of his stuff into the car before he got into the driver seat.

Sidney took a nervous breath as he turned on the car and slowly and cautiously pulled out of the parking spot and drove the short drive to his house in Nova Scotia, he had recently bought his own house in his home town and bought a house in Pittsburgh as he wanted his daughter to have homes.

Sidney gently grabbed his peacefully sleeping newborn, he slung his bags over his shoulder.

He walked into his house for the first time with his daughter and it felt like home with her.

He set down all of his bags by the door and gently walked over to his couch and slowly sat down being mindful of his daughter in his arms.

Sidney knew he needed to tell his parents and younger sister, and his team that his daughter has been born but he wanted some time alone with Cameron, taking a moment to just have with his daughter.

Sidney slowly and gently slipped his shirt off as he read in one of the parenting books that babies enjoy skin to skin contact and he gently rested his newborn daughter on his chest and pressed a gentle kiss to her head.

Sidney knew that being a single dad and only about to start in his second NHL season, he knew it would be a lot of work but he had a good support system and it would all be worth it for his daughter.

Sidney felt his daughter squirm around slightly and he gently hummed a small soft tune and gently rubbed his tiny back and felt her let out a little puff of air before relaxing fully against him once again.

Sidney smiled contently and relaxed more into the couch and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head and could feel his eyes slowly beginning to fall shut.

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spine-buster · 2 years

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To Sail Beyond the Sunset ft. Sidney Crosby | Prologue

A/N: Aaaaaand here we go again! Thank you so much for the positive feedback on my Nate story; I hope you enjoy this one just as much! Let me know what you think!

TW: slight mentions of body issues/unrealistic body expectations; unhealthy eating habits.

Everyone always said that ballet came as naturally to June Brooks as hockey did to Sidney Crosby, but both knew people were wrong. Sure, a natural gift was part of it, as was talent, but Sidney and June knew it took a lot more than that. It took ambition. Perseverance. Knowing when to push yourself. Using your strengths and challenging your weaknesses so they weren’t weaknesses anymore.

Most of all, it took each other.

Sidney Crosby never forgot the day that June Brooks moved into a basement apartment down the street from his house. He was four at the time, and it was probably one of his earliest memories. He remembered riding his bike on the sidewalk as his mom walked behind him, and having to stop because a girl was drawing on the sidewalk with a big box of chalk. She looked up at him as he came to a screeching halt.

1991.

“Who are you?” June asked the boy staring down at her from his bike. He had similar colour hair and gaps in between his teeth just like her.

“I’m Sidney,” he answered, looking between the chalk flower and the girl. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Juniper, but you can call me June.”

Sidney looked at the raised bungalow – one that looked similar to his house – and back at the girl again. “Is this your house?”

“No. Me and my mommy live in the basement,” she said.

“I shoot hockey pucks in my basement,” Sidney said, confused. “You live in the basement?”

June nodded her head. “What are pucks?”

“Siiiidneeeyyy!” he heard his mom call out from behind them. He looked behind him to see her waving him down. From the shadows on the sidewalk, he could see June waving back at her. “Sid, who’s your friend?”

From that point onwards, Sidney and June became inseparable. Inseparable. Wherever one went, the other wasn’t too far behind. They were in the same kindergarten class. They were in the same lunch group. They played together at recess. They’d be at the same activity stations in their kindergarten room – painting, reading, toys – and always sat beside each other during circle time. Sidney would glare at other kids who took June’s spot until they moved. Sid helped June navigate how to use scissors. June helped Sidney learn how to hold a pencil properly. June taught Sid how to print forward-facing Ss when spelling his name. Sid taught June how to print lower-case Es.

Their teachers noticed. Their parents noticed. Well, every parent noticed. “There go Sid and June,” they’d say to each other as Sidney and June would hold hands for safety (at the behest of their teacher – every kindergartener had the buddy system, and of course June and Sid were buddies) as they exited the school doors until they saw Trina waiting to pick them up.

One day, Sidney thought it would be a great idea to invite June over on the weekend so they could play hockey. He thought she’d love it. She could shoot pucks into his dryer, just like he did. He could teach her how to hold a stick and everything. They could do it for hours.

1991.

“My mom will even make us grilled cheese sandwiches!” Sidney offered, trying to entice her to say yes.

“I can’t,” June was sad she had to say no. She loved grilled cheese sandwiches. “I have ballet.”

Sidney had to clue what ballet was. His entire life was hockey, and he couldn’t fathom anybody doing anything else. “What’s that?”

“It’s dancing,” June explained. “We wear pink and put our hair in a bun and we dance to music! One day we’ll be able to dance on our tippy-toes.”

It sounded a lot less fun than hockey, but if June liked it, Sidney knew there must be something to it. But it still wasn’t hockey.

The pair got older and moved on to senior kindergarten. They were still inseparable. Trina would still come pick them up after school and they’d still eat grilled cheese sandwiches together. Sidney saw more of Miss Hockley, June’s mom. She scared him a little bit. She wasn’t as nice as his mom. She didn’t give a lot of hugs, not like his mom. Miss Hockley’s eyes looked a lot meaner than his mom’s. And she was always telling June what she couldn’t do because of ballet. You can’t play hockey with Sidney. You can’t go skating with Sidney. You can’t go watch hockey at Sidney’s house because you have to practice your dance. You can’t keep eating all those grilled cheese sandwiches. Nobody wants a fat ballerina.

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Sidney Crosby touched down at Halifax International Airport after his latest playoff loss to the New York Islanders. He was pissed off. It was the New York fucking Islanders, for heaven’s sake. Besides, it didn’t matter that he had three Stanley Cups; he was still hungry, still wanted to win at every opportunity. When he didn’t accomplish that, it upset him. Most people would say that he’d won everything there was to win, and they were right – but that didn’t matter. He wanted to win more, to do it all over again, win three more Cups, a Conn Smythe, and two more Olympic golds. Hell, he probably still had another Golden Goal in him.

Right?

Regardless of how he felt internally about being ousted in the playoffs much earlier than he liked, being back in Halifax brought him a type of solace only Halifax could bring. The city, the people – he loved everything about it. And regardless of how long he’d lived abroad for, Halifax was, and would always be considered, home.

He checked through customs, with the officer spending a bit too long looking over his passport when he realized yes, this is the real Sidney Patrick Crosby standing there trying to get back into his home country. The firearms question at least cracked him up this time: “Do you have any firearms with you, Mr. Crosby, besides that backhand?” It was good to be home.

Sidney drove straight to his house on Shubenacadie Grand Lake first, mostly to drop off his suitcases. But then, he got right back in his car and drove back into the city, purposely missing the highway exit for Cole Harbour so he could go right into Halifax. He took out the fob he knew was in his glove compartment and pressed the button to open the garage door. He parked in his usual spot. He used the fob again to gain access to the building, and rode the elevator all the way to the top floor.

He knocked the only pattern he ever used. He didn’t have to wait long for the door to open.

When he saw June on the other side, she had a shocked look on her face, like she wasn’t expecting him home so early. She was wearing a black hoodie and her trusted Lululemon leggings, her big, obnoxiously furry slippers on her feet. “Sid!” she screamed out.

“Hey Junebug,” he smiled, the sound of her voice so happy and surprised like music to his ears.

“You’re home early,” she commented as she reached around his shoulders for a hug. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, not wanting to let go anytime soon. She’d only been able to make it out to see him twice this year, when she usually came so much more. But her work had gotten busier – many more promising students. She’d had to stay back.

“You know me. I can’t stay out of Halifax for too long,” he said.

Sidney didn’t even need to ask to come in. June had stepped back a few steps while they were hugging to bring him into the apartment, and he’d closed the door with his foot. When they finally released their hug, he noticed that June was still smiling ear to ear. “When did you get back?”

“Just now, actually. I just dropped off my suitcases at the house and then came over here.”

“You want some hot chocolate?”

“It’s May, Junebug.”

“Has that ever stopped you before?” she quipped, making her way towards her kitchen. “I’ll even make it with milk. Or how about grilled cheese?”

Sidney couldn’t help but smile. “I’d rather have grilled cheese than hot chocolate.”

June didn’t say another word. She opened her fridge and grabbed the bread, butter, and cheese before putting everything on the counter and getting a frying pan out of a drawer. Sidney walked towards the giant windows that looked out over Peace and Friendship Park, the Canadian Museum of Immigration at Pier 21, and the Halifax harbourfront. He noticed that an old episode of Hell’s Kitchen was playing on TV. Soon, he heard the sizzle of butter to hot pan, and the unmistakable smell of grilled cheese filling the room.

He walked over to the kitchen, standing beside June. “Smells delicious, as always.”

June smiled too. “Still not as good as Trina’s, though,” she winked playfully.

Sidney smiled his infamous smile, feeling overwhelmed with warmth.

He was home.

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provokedgoalie · 2 years

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scaredy cat.

pairing: sidney crosby x reader

a/n: me writing fluff?? shocking. me & @puckssbunny were talking about sid & it made me soft, so this happened. this was a bit of a self-indulgent thing, so it felt good to write for myself. <3 (also, plot kinda took a mind of its own. honestly, didn't know where it was taking me 😂)

Lounging on the couch with a fleece blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you decided to put on a movie that came out recently, with your boyfriend, Sidney— and although he wasn't a huge fan of horror, he did enjoy seeing you jump every now and then from the corner of his eyes.

“You can hide behind me if it's too scary.” he offered, with a teasing grin; fingers wiggled up your leg, causing you to lightly kick him.

“Oh, shut up. I'm not scared.” you rolled your eyes, but scooted closer to him nonetheless.

He chuckled at your blatant lie, but hoisted you up by the waist to set you on his lap.

You were usually good at masking your fear, but when you heard the music take a sinister turn, you tucked your face into his neck with a whimper.

“Maybe we should watch something else?” He murmured, soothing circles into your back with a gentle hand.

“Umm, okay,” you ashamedly mumbled. “How about The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie?”

He threw his head back with a booming laugh, “You just want to sing the Goofy Goobers song, don't you?”

“Maybe...”

“Alright, you goober. I much rather hear you laugh than scream in my ear, anyway.”

♡

Needless to say, you retaliated with a pillow to his head— chirping him about losing his quick reflexes off the ice, to which he bashfully smiled in response.

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equallyshaw · 1 year

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All Star Wedding feat. Sidney Crosby

- let’s pretend that Sid ditched this years all stars game lol

- also this is kinda a dig at sid because he hasn’t proposed yet lol

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@ninapetrova: all star off to a bang with my loves.

Tag:sid778

24.9k likes, 2.3k comments.

@nathanmackinnon: 🥹🥹 miss the fam

@ninapetrova: we miss you !!!

@evgenimalkin: need the wedding now !!

@ninapetrova: 👀👀👀👀 @sidneycrosby

@charlottewalker: sid she just called u out hehe

@krisletang: the best niece and nephews 💗

@catherineleflamme: they really are!

@veroniquelarose: someday that will be your guys wedding 😭

@marcandrefleury: if he ever proposes ..

@laurenoshie: I swear y’all are the cutest !!

@angelaprice: hottest mom eva

@ninapetrova: 🥹🥹 stopppp

@mel.landeskog: best way to spend the all star break 🙅🏼‍♀️

@ninapetrova: you already know !!

@paigelorenze: so stinkin cuteee, miss you all😘

@ninapetrova: miss you too!!

@carly.zucker: cutie pies

@hannahatcher: fav family 🫶🏻

@sid778: love you 🤍🤍

@ninapetrova: love you!!

@nikitamalkin: hottie alert

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@sid778: best all star break!

Tag: ninapetrova

134 likes, 34 comments.

@ninapetrova: 🫶🏻🫶🏻

@charlottewalker: WAIT

@charlottewalker: DID YOU @ninapetrova

@nathanmackinnon: wait wait wait wait

@evgenimalkin: didn’t tell you 2??

@catherineletang: 👀 the hand @krisletang

@carly.zucker: OMG OMG ITS HAPPENED

@ninapetrova: it did !!

@ninapetrova: loml

@nathanmackinnon: crying in the club

@andremarcfleury: sobbing

@andrewcogliano: little man growin up 😭

@hannahatcher: AHHH

@veroniquelarose: congrats guys!!

@nikitamalkin: favs!

Hope you guys enjoyed :) (and yes they did elope lol)

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thedevilrisen · 7 days

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i have an idea.

i want to start a new au, or two.. which one first?

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ilyasorokinn · 1 year

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(day four) not so alone , sidney crosby

note, this fic is part of my christmas series called taylor's very merry christmas series. check out this masterlist for the rest of the series. pair, sidney crosby x reader summary, y/n and sid are staying in pittsburgh for christmas this year, with their families coming out to visit instead. y/n heard through the grapevine that some of the guys weren’t going home, so she decided to welcome them over so they weren’t so alone. warnings, baby + kids (baby rakell & little geno) word count, 853 words

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"I got everything on the list, but is there anything else you need?" Sidney asked. Before practice, you had given him a list of things you needed for your big Christmas dinner.

"Well, we need dog food, but I can pick that up tomorrow." You looked over at your two dogs.

"No, I got it." You could hear the cart being pushed down the aisle from the other line, "Anything else?"

"Well, there is one thing." You held your breath.

"What is it?"

"I heard about a couple of the guys weren't going home, so I was wondering..." You paused, "I thought we could invite them over to our house."

"Invite them over?" He repeated.

"Yeah," You smiled, "No one should be alone on Christmas, Sid."

He let out a laugh, "Yeah, of course we can.”

You smiled, "All right, you finish shopping, then come home, and we can talk about how we're gonna do this."

"All right, I'll speedrun the rest of your list."

"Thank you. See you soon."

"See you soon."

Sidney got home and you discussed your new dinner plan and how you were gonna get another long table now that you had even more guests.

Before it was just gonna be your parents plus your sister, his parents and Geno plus Anna and Nikita, but after, you calculated that it was

While you were in charge of the menu, Sidney was in charge of cleaning, getting the house ready, and inviting his teammates over.

So, after practice, while everyone was getting ready to leave, that’s when he thought it was the best time to do it.

“All right, one more thing before you all go.” He announced, gathering everyone’s attention, “Mrs. Crosby heard some of you weren’t going home for Christmas this year, so if you don’t have anywhere to go, our home is open for you.”

They all nodded, appreciative looks on their faces as they all went back to what they were doing. After they all finished up, a few guys approached him.

He looked at the 4 guys in front of him, Jarry, Rakell, Kapanen, and Joseph, and smiled. Before they could even open their mouths, “Be there at 4.” They all nodded and were on their way.

On Christmas, you and Sidney were rushing around the house. Sweeping, vacuuming, and making sure everything was in tip-top shape.

Your parents were also in town, so they were helping out where they could. The first to arrive were the Malkins, and they arrived with a very nice bottle of wine. The moment Nikita stepped into your house, he was running off to play with your dogs.

Geno brought the dish they brought into the kitchen, and while Sidney followed him, you and Anna made your way into the living room with glasses of wine already in hand.

Not long after the Malkin’s arrived was when everyone else started arriving too. Tristan and his fiancé arrived with a nice bottle of wine.

Then Kappy and PO Joseph came together, looking dapper as ever. You opened the door, holding one of your dog's collars so they wouldn't run out the door.

You smiled at them, and smiled even brighter when you noticed the bouquet of flowers in Pierre's hands, "Glad you guys could make it." You gave them each a brief hug as you were handed the flowers.

"Thank you for inviting us."

Lastly to arrive were the Rakell’s, which you didn’t fault for being late due to the baby, who was now fast asleep in your arms.

You all congregated around the table and began talking amongst each other, enjoying the food prepared.

Due to the sleeping child in your arms, you couldn't really cut or eat any of your food, so Sidney did the work for you. He cut up the turkey into smaller pieces and spoon-fed food to you.

"I just wanted to thank everyone for coming." You announced looking around the table, "I know it was last minute, but I really do believe that no one should be alone on Christmas, so thank you." You smiled at everyone as you bounced the sleeping baby in your arms.

"Thank you." Emmeli, Rickard's wife smiled, "Thank you for welcoming us into your home. It means more to us than we can say." You smiled happily before taking your seat again, leaning into Sidney’s arms.

After everyone had gone home with heaps of leftovers and everyone staying over at your home had retreated into their rooms for the night, you and Sidney spent some time cleaning up the easy stuff, pushing all the harder stuff for the next morning.

“So, I saw how you were with Daisy,” He started, shooting you a smirk.

“Don’t start.” You shook your head, “You were the exact same way. You were giving her goo-goo eyes and playing peek-a-boo all night.”

“I’m not denying it.” He raised his hands in surrender.

“I’m perfectly happy where we are right now.”

“All right, but what wasn’t a no,”

“No, it wasn’t.” You shook your head as you set some plates by the sink to deal with the next morning.

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happer08 · 2 years

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Grabby Hands

as promised...

Sid let out a little “oof,” sitting down on the chair in the corner of your bedroom. He just landed a few hours before from a short two-game road trip, but it was always nice to have him back no matter long he was gone.

When he got home, he toed out of his shoes and left them by the door before hanging his coat up and rolling up his sleeves before taking a seat. You turned off the light in the bathroom and leaned on the doorframe taking in the sight of Sid, eyes closed with his head tilted back against the back of the chair. “Welcome home, bub” You broke the silence.

Sid picked his head up, and the corner of his mouth ticked up in a crooked smirk. “How was your flight?” You asked, taking a few steps toward him. “Good, the trip was good. Did you catch any games?” He asked, blinking slowly. “Yeah, caught both,” You gave a small smile. Sid lifted his arms slowly before making the very childish, very Sid, grabby hands motion. Laughing, you crossed the room and watched the smile on Sid’s face grow as he reached out for you. “Where did you find this?” he smiled, his fingers finding the hem of the shirt that draped over you body. It was one of his old Rimouski shirts that was so soft it was almost fragile. “Bottom of one of your drawers, been sleeping in while you’ve been on the road.” Sid’s lips ticked up for just a second at the sentiment. “C'mere,” he grabbed at your hips, his warm hands sliding under the thin material till his fingertips hit skin, and you were fully seated on the meaty part of his thigh. Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his, humming lowly, feeling his arms move around you waist, pulling you down to him. “I missed you,” he hummed, pulling away. “You look tired.” “Just wanna hold you,” he slurred a little from where he buried his face into your shoulder. You pressed your lips to his bare neck, chapstick smearing a little as you pressed gentle kisses to his warm skin. Sid took a breath and relaxed slightly, his hands slipping down your back to the lowest part right above your ass. You pushed and tilted his head back, kissing under his jaw against his pulse, feeling it quicken under your lips. Sid hummed and pulled your body against his a little more. You knew he was tired, and you didn’t want to start something neither of you wouldn't be able to finish. You kissed and licked at his skin once more before leaning away and looking at him. “Wanna go to bed, Sid?” You hummed, rubbing my palms up and down his chest. “You seem like you need something, sweetheart?” Sid hummed, his eyes wide and light. “Don't wanna start it; you're tired.” You tried to reason. “Wouldn’t want to make my girl wait,” He explained, leaning forward, his grip on your back pulling you along, his lips meeting your neck gently. “You could ride my thigh, honey” He hummed, his voice muffled by your skin.

You gasped quietly, feeling Sid’s thigh flexing under you as his hands slid to your hips, rocking a little. You swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah yeah,” You mumbled, moving your hands back to his chest. “Whenever you’re ready, my love” Sid encouraged. His hands stayed on your hips as you slowly started rocking back and forth, a low buzz starting under your skin as Sid guided. You set a slow pace, the same one used when riding him; a low simmer of pleasure started in your lower stomach as you kept going, your head falling against Sid's collarbone. “So good, baby. I can feel you getting wetter through my pants fuck” he breathed. He was right; you were dripping. The thigh of his suit pants going slick. Sid moved his hands and sped your pace up; your whole body beginning to trembling. Sid’s wet lips moved on your neck under your ear. “Fuck Sid,” you whimpered. “I’ve got you, sweetheart come on, I know you're close; I can feel it,” he mouthed gently at your ear as you got closer and closer, feeling like you could shake apart. “Sid, I’m-” “Cum for me,” he whispered, kissing over your ear. You did just as he said, shaking hard, a high sob escaping your lips as you fell against his body, shaking, feeling Sid’s soaked thigh flexing; a low overstimulation overtook you forcing another sob. You babbled something incoherent about stopping because you were somehow close again. “Just give me one more sweet girl, then we’re done,” He encouraged as you shook and moaned out a second sob soaking Sid’s thigh a second time. Breathing heavily you leaned all of your weight against his chest as you shook, your fingers tangling in the front of Sid’s white dress shirt. He drug his hands up and down your back, sending sparks through your body. Needing a distraction you moved, starting to mouth at Sid’s Adam's apple and neck. “Was that okay?” He asked. You hummed, sucking gently on his skin. “You should shower,” your words thick in your throat. Sid laughed, low and quiet. “You should join me.”

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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HOCKEY DISCORD INTEREST

Hey everyone,

I’m curious about something. If I was to make a discord server for hockey fans. Would anyone be interested? I haven’t made it yet but I will be later today. I want to get an idea of interest

We could do watch parties, talk hockey, find others to write/edit. I know I love coming up with fic ideas but I’m not the best at writing them. Maybe people would like the constant stream of writing ideas. So much we could do.

My name is Erin, I’m 22 and from Australia so I don’t have many people to talk NHL and more with. I though this could be a fun idea to make friends all over the world who share our passion.

Would be appreciated if y’all reblog ❤️

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holy-puckslibrary · 1 month

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thank you for the love on the first lil nibble :,) makes me so happy to see y'all loving them + this new verse as much as i do!! i hope you enjoy this charity calendar shoot scene...

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Sid and yourself are in silent agreement—Emerson did this on purpose.

But any nerves he might've had after unexpectedly running into you at the station melted watching you become a flustered mess when his turnout jacket parted to reveal bare skin and toned muscle.

Pride bloomed recklessly in his chest realizing you couldn't keep eye contact for more than a few seconds. And, that you avoided his torso entirely. He grinned harder than he had in years watching you invent tasks to busy your hands with—to distract your wandering mind.

"Remind me again; what exactly do floral arrangements have to do with fighting fires?" Sidney hears you hiss at your best friend twenty minutes into the session.

He stifles a laugh while as he holds the pose he was given.

Emerson, the town's best (and only) professional photographer, only chuckles. The sound of smug satisfaction slips between shudder clicks.

"Not a damn thing..."

You pin her with an unamused grimace, your arms folded tautly over your grass-stained overalls. The adorably pinched expression reminds him a lot of the furry friend he plucked out of that tree not too long ago.

She sighs, rolling her eyes. "I thought it'd be a nice way to jazz up the background a bit. Maybe give some variety to the calendar, y'know? There's only so much I can do with a red brick wall."

You scoff in disbelief, but keep any further gripes to yourself.

Lowering the camera, she drops her voice to a half-assed conspiratorial whisper, "—and I wanted to give you an opportunity to finally see him shirtless. You're welcome, by the way."

"Because I needed your help the first time," you bite back thoughtlessly.

You petulantly kick at nothing before freezing, eyes blown wide. Stunned into silence by your unplanned candor, you can barely sputter out fragments... which only serve to strengthen the initial innuendo.

Sidney's thunderous laughter nearly drowns out the unfortunate sound of Emerson's R6 crashing to the floor.

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toasttt11 · 2 months

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you idiot

Jan 10, 2024

Kensington frowned looking at her phone seeing Will either not responding to any of her texts and he hasn’t answered any of her facetime’s which is something he always answers since they have been friends.

Kensington had tried not to think about the almost kiss and how Will was ignoring her the the last three days she was in Jersey spending time with her family before she flew back to Boston late Tuesday night with Jack.

Kensington had Jack staying with her until the Devils play at Boston on the 15th and she was happy to be able to spend more time with her brother, especially because school doesn’t start till the 14th and she only has hockey so she can explore around the city with Jack.

Kensington walked out of the room seeing Jack on his phone sitting on her couch, “Hey i’m gonna head out for practice but i’ll be back before dinner.” Kensington leaned down pressing a kiss to his cheek and she slid her phone into her sweatpants.

“Ok, I’ll see you soon Sunny.” Jack smiled softly at his sister, while he isn’t glad to be out and not playing he can’t help but enjoy the time he’s going to get to spend with his baby sister, time that doesn’t come up often anymore.

He couldn’t help but watch her fondly and she walked out of her apartment and he couldn’t feel bittersweet just seeing how well she lives on her own and how she has her own little life.

Jack also couldn’t help but think something had been bothering Kensington since she came back form Sweden, he’s seen her always checking her phone and frowning at it and she seems just genuinely more sad and it’s definitely making Jack sad that he has no idea what is making his baby sister so upset.

Kensington drove to the rink and walked through the building greeting a lot of the staff, she walked through the door of the locker and froze seeing Will but quickly shook her head and walked past him heading to her stall, which unfortunately for her right now is very close to Will’s stall.

Will felt his shoulders tense as he smelled the perfume that he knew belonged to Kensington and heard her go to her stall, he took a deep breath and tried to ignore her and continued to get ready for practice.

Kensington quickly threw her hair into ponytail after throwing on all her equipment and quickly left the locker room and grabbed her stick heading straight to the ice, and starting to skate around.

Kensington ran a hand through her hair as she finished the team practice, she was one of the first one’s off the ice and quickly headed to the locker room and stripped her equipment off and headed to the showers and took a quick shower and changed into her sweatpants and sweatshirt. She headed back to the dry locker room’s grabbing her phone and keys and quickly left the building.

Will frowned watching Kensington hurry off the ice and by the time he got into the locker room she was gone and her equipment already hung up.

Ryan and Gabe shared a look at the end of the practice wondering why Will and Kensington were completely ignoring each other.

Ryan set a hand on Will’s shoulder as Gabe sat next to Will on a stall, “What’s wrong with you and gray?” Ryan softly questioned one of his best friends. Luckily they were the last three left in the locker room.

“I screwed up.” Will muttered out in defeat, sitting down on his stall looking at his two friends, “I think i ruined our friendship.” He knew trying to kiss her could ruin everything and then ignoring her completely for days was probably not the best idea.

“What happened?” Gabe asked looking at Will in concern.

“We almost kissed the night of the gold medal and i uh kinda gave ignored her since?” Will sheepishly explained realizing it sounds pretty bad.

Gabe narrowed his eyes at Will, Will may be Gabe’s friend but Kensington has been his best friend a lot longer than Will has.

Gaba smacked the back of Will’s head, “Your an idiot.” Will winced rubbing the back of his head.

“Why are you ignoring her?” Ryan questioned after Gabe smacked Will.

“She didn’t want to kiss me and i don’t know i think i ruined everything.” Will mumbled playing with his hands.

Ryan gave Gabe a look, Gabe smacked Will on the back of the head again, “Your an idiot, Gray has been head over heels in love with you for years, why didn’t you guys kiss?”

“Ry interrupted us.” Will couldn’t help but feel hopeful that Gabe was being truthful and Kensington does have feelings for him.

Ryan winced, “By the bathrooms?” Ryan remembered seeing them standing close there that night but being too drunk to realize anything else, Will nodded, “Sorry.” Ryan grimaced muttering.

“This is what you are going to do. Your going to go to Gray’s apartment and your going to apologize and your going to confess your feelings.” Gabo sternly spoke to Will.

“What if-“

“No what ifs. You don’t know untill you try.” Gabe quickly interrupted Will, “Now go shop, you have a girl to confess too.” Gabe pushed Will up and towards the door of the locker room.

He jogged to his cars and quickly started driving. Will took a quick detour and stop at the flower shop buying a bouquet of marigolds because there Kensington’s favorite flower before he rushed back to his car and quickly drove to her apartment. He pulled into a parking spot and rushed into her apartment and ran up the stairs and quickly knocked on her front door.

Will bounced on his toes anxiously as he waited outside her door, The door opened and Will saw Jack standing there.

Jack raised an eyebrow seeing Will stand there with flowers and a nervous look on his face, “I’m assuming your the reason my little sister has been so upset?” Jack glared at Will.

Will nervously gulped and nodded, “I screwed up and i would like to be able to try and fix it.”

Jack raised an impressed eyebrow respecting that Will admitted to his mistakes, while Jack would love to punch anyone who hurts his baby sister he knows she is more than capable than handling herself, “She’s in her room, I better come back to her happier.” Jack glared at Will once more before patting his shoulder and heading out of the apartment going pick up dinner but also give the two some time alone.

“Thank you?” Will called after Jack.

“Don’t screw it up.” Jack chirped back.

Will slowly walked into the apartment closing the door behind him. He walked down the hallway towards her room and knocked on the door.

“Jackie i told you i’m fine.” Kensington groaned from where she buried her head into her pillows once she got him, she groaned hearing a knock again and threw her blankets off her and headed to the door opening it and froze seeing Will standing there looking nervous with flowers in his hands, “Willy?” Kensington asked confused.

“Hi Gray.” Will nervously smiled and handed her the flowers, “These are for you.”

“Marigolds, my favorite.” Kensington muttered as she looked at the flowers.

“I know.” Will admitted with a shrug remembering when she told him.

“What are you doing here?” Kensington questioned not forgetting that Will has been ignoring her.

“I messed up.” Will admitted, “I didn’t think you might of wanted to kiss me back that night and i um assumed i messed everything up between us and that’s the last thing i wanted to do. Kensington i’ve liked you for years now and i’ve tried to get rid of these feelings not wanting to mess up our friendship but i can’t because you are so extremely easy to fall in love with.” Will softly spoke to his best friend as her hand reached for his as he spoke to her, both of them had tears in their eyes as Will spoke.

Kensington let out a watery chuckle, “I’ve liked you for years too.” Will felt his face light up hearing the words he’s been hoping to hear one day.

“So…” Will smiled stepping closer to her, He reached up and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ears as his thump gently caressed against her cheekbone, “Does this mean i get to finally kiss you?”

“Are you going to ignore me after?” Kensington quipped back with a smile as she leaned into his touch, Will shook his head with a fond smile and lifted her chin up as he leaned and gently connected his lips to hers.

Kensington slid her hands around his neck curling at the base of his hair, Kensington felt his grin against her lips which mirrored hers.

They both reluctantly pulled away resting their foreheads together, Will and Kensington both panted as they tried to catch their breaths.

“Woah.” Will mumbled out his smiled still bright and wide on his face as he cupped her face in his hands, “You busy Sunday?” Will asked softly.

Kensington softly shook her head no.

“Will you go on a date with me on Sunday?” Will softly question feeling nervous even if they just kissed.

“Yes.” Kensington smiled nodding and leaned up pecking his lips, “You gonna ask another question?” Kensington giggled slightly.

Will let out a fond laugh, “I would very much like to be your boyfriend, if you will let me?” Will softly smiled as he still held her face delicately in his has hands.

“Yeah.” Kensington nodded biting her lip to stop herself from giggling like crazy.

“Yeah.” Will breathed out in disbelief leaning closer to her, Kensington smiled and connected their lips again, this time more urgent.

Kensington pulled away from the kiss making Will whine and try to follow her with his lips, “My brother is gonna be home soon.” Kensington raised an eyebrow at her now boyfriend.

Will nodded realizing anything more probably wasn’t a good idea now.

“Come Willy, My flowers need to be in a vase.” Kensington grabbed his hand and pulled him to the kitchen with her. Will willingly let her drag him across the apartment towards the kitchen.

Will reached up and grabbed the vase from her cabinet knowing that’s the one she likes for flowers, as she cut off the stems and took all the plastic off.

Kensington smiled admiring her flowers as they rested in the vase, “They are very pretty.” Kensington hummed as Will wrapped his arms behind her and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Just like you.” Will smiled kissing her cheek.

“Dork.” Kensington playfully pushed him ignoring the burning on her cheeks.

Will closed his eyes as he held Kensington in his arms and gently swayed her as they stood there for awhile just holding each other in silence before they heard the door unlocked and Jack walked in with a bag of food and he raised an eyebrow seeing Will with his arms around Kensington, “See you fixed everything.”

“I did.” Will proudly smiled.

Jack smiled before dropping his smile and glaring at Will, “Next time don’t hurt my sister.” Jack finished speaking and his smile was bakc on his face.

Kensington snickered at her brother who playfully winked at her.

Will turned around letting a breath of relief as he grabbed silverware.

“Tell me everything later?” Jack mouthed over to his little sister, seeing her wide smile and sparkling eyes and they way both of Kensington and Will’s lips are slightly swollen which tells him exactly what the two did.

Kensington quickly nodded smiling knowing the second Will was gone she would be spilling everything to her best friend and older brother.

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spine-buster · 1 year

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To Sail Beyond the Sunset ft. Sidney Crosby | Chapter 5

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A/N: 6000 words of...well...

Every time June put on a pair of pointe shoes, she felt like she was putting on a piece of second skin. They were as much a part of her as her nose, eyes, and hands. Every ballerina had a very specific way of moulding their pointe shoes to fit their feet, and June was no different; she could do it with her eyes closed, one arm tied behind her back – all the old adages were true for her. From the satin, the elastic, the ribbon, the toe pads and Second Skin, to knowing exactly where to sew the elastic to support her ankle, how long to cut the ribbon, where to bend and pop the shank, and how many times she needed to band the toe box against the wall or floor or even with her own heel so it softened and wouldn’t make noise on stage. She was perfectionist with it, but it was like second nature to her. She’d prepared thousands upon thousands of pointe shoes during her career. She didn’t think she’d ever forget how to do it. She could be a hundred years old suffering from dementia, and if someone handed her a pair of pointe shoes, she’d know exactly how to make them fit her feet.

When she was one of the principal dancers at the National Ballet of Canada, she’d been filmed for a video on their YouTube channel for this exact routine and it went viral, tallying something like 20 million views to date. Everybody apparently wanted to know how the best ballet dancer in Canada – and one of the best in the entire world – prepared her pointe shoes. Ballet already fascinated people, she thought, and pointe shoes were about 90% of that fascination. How could someone balance their entire weight on their toes? And not just balance – how could someone dance on their toes? Spin on their toes? Jump and land on their toes? For three hours? June made it look easy. She made it look effortless, like she was floating on stage at any given moment. “Magical” was often the adjective used.

Going back up en pointe again, after years of not doing so, was something June never thought she’d experience. She thought she’d be dancing well into her thirties. But the best laid plans… The first time she went back up en pointe, it was rougher than she wanted it to be. It was harder than she wanted it to be. With all the dancing and practice she’d done since she could walk, she thought it would be much easier. But no. Her body had betrayed her in a way she never thought she’d be betrayed. It failed her on one thing she’d gotten so much recognition for in the past; it failed her on the one thing that had made her famous. She knew she had to have patience with herself, but it was still frustrating. For years her body had been contorted and hyperextended and abused to look a certain way on stage and now it couldn’t even do the thing she wanted. She’d had more blisters than the entire popular of Halifax, more shin splints than she could shake a stick at, muscle strains, dancer’s heel, Achilles tendonitis, snapping hip syndrome, patellofemoral pain syndrome, and even osteoarthritis. She found a lot of anger in herself before she realized that she’d already given so much to ballet that she didn’t need to give anymore.

For all that her mom did when she was growing up, June really did love ballet. It brought her a solace not much else could bring. When she danced, she felt free, like she could do anything and be anything. And when she was performing on stage, she could become someone else. She didn’t always have to be Juniper Brooks, who grew up working class in a basement apartment in a suburb of Halifax with a pseudo-psychopath of a stage mom. She could become Odile, or Odette, or Sleeping Beauty, or Giselle – she could be anybody else but herself, and that helped her, in its own way, realize who she was a person with and without ballet. Ballet was truly one of the things she loved most in life which was why, when she couldn’t dance anymore, she decided to teach. It had given her so much, so she wanted to give back.

Ballet for June was hockey for Sidney. They’d both had their fair share of joys and pains associated with hockey and ballet while in Cole Harbour. For June it was her mother and jealous girls in her classes; for Sidney it was other boys (especially the older boys) with intent to injure him, and parents. Imagine. Grown-ass adults being jealous of a kid. If June could have, she would have told off every single one of them to their face. Because she knew she couldn’t do that without developing a reputation, sometimes, she’d scream and cheer for Sid so loud in the stands to drown out the parents’ jeers. They’d look at her like she was crazy, but she knew she was doing the right thing. Some of them would even look disappointed, as if they were sad Sidney wouldn’t be able to hear them call him names or tell their kids to get him. The funniest thing about the situation was that when Sidney won his Stanley Cups and brought them back to Cole Harbour, she’d see them waiting in the parade route or autograph line with their grandchildren.

Such was life.

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Katja Simmons was one of June’s best friends, the person she was closest with besides Sidney, of course. They met at boarding school, having been roommates for their last two years, making the company together straight out of school. While June was promoted to principal dancer, Katja became a first soloist, and was still dancing with the company. Their positions meant that they usually got to dance together on stage – which is how June liked it. She liked having someone on stage with her that she could trust.

“Have you proposed to Sidney yet?” Katja suddenly asked over the phone. Their pair had been talking for over an hour and a half at this point, and the question really came out of nowhere.

“What?!” June shrieked. “Katja, what the hell?”

“Oh come ooooonnnnn, June,” Katja pressed. “He’s been back home for a while now. Have you proposed marriage?”

“Katja—”

“—Be his wife—”

“—Katja—”

“—Because you know you want to.”

“Katja!” June shrieked again. “Where is this coming from?”

“You know how much I love love,” Katja said as if that explained everything, and honestly, it kind of did. Katja had gotten married last summer to her long-time boyfriend, Niko, after almost ten years together. June was her maid of honour. She brought Sidney as her date. “And I’ll just never forget how he looked at you when he saw you for the first time after Swan Lake. Or how you two would write letters to each other literally every single day throughout high school. We can all see how in love you guys are. I just—I can’t believe you can’t see it, June! Or don’t.”

“Katja, I’ve told you – it’s so much more complicated than that,” June said. “He’s my best friend.”

“But that’s the way it’s supposed to be! Look at me and Niko. You wouldn’t want to marry someone you’re not friends with, right?”

“Of course not,” June agreed. “But it’s different. It’s…it’s…”

“It’s what?”

June took a deep breath. “Sidney is the most important relationship in my life – that I’ve ever had in my life. Between my mom being the way she was and Sidney just always being there for me – being this constant presence in my life even when we moved so far away from home and each other – Katja, I wouldn’t want to ruin anything. I can’t ruin anything. If I don’t have Sidney, I have nothing. Ballet can be taken away from me, but Sid can't.”

Katja was quiet momentarily, taking in June’s words. “Do you want my honest opinion?”

“Of course.”

“You’re not going to ruin anything because you can’t ruin what you and Sid have. It’s beyond that point. I don’t think your worry should be if you’re going to ruin anything – you shouldn’t have any worries at all. I think that you and Sid should have a talk about your future together, because you guys have been in love with one another your whole lives. You’re it for each other. It’s like When Harry Met Sally – remember what Harry says at the end? When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. You two need to realize it. Once you do, the rest of your life is going to start.”

***

“Have a good night, Chloe,” June smiled as she propped open her studio door to let out her remaining student. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Sid’s SUV inconspicuously parked in the corner of the lot. She was expecting him, so it wasn’t much of a surprise, but she wondered if anybody else in the parking lot coming to pick up their kids did.

“Goodnight, Miss June! See you tomorrow!” Chloe waved off as she rushed to her parents’ car, throwing her bag into her brother’s face in the backseat before getting in herself.

June waved at the entire family as they drove off and watched them turn onto the street. It was only then that Sidney turned off his car. She watched as he got out and made his way towards her, a smile on his face. “Hey Junebug.”

“Hey. Come in,” she said, keeping the door open until he walked through, locking it behind him so nobody could pop in. They walked through the small lobby and into the dance studio – the only space they really felt any privacy, despite the door being locked.

They sat down in a corner of the room, knees touching since they were sitting so close. Personal space was a thing of the very, very distant past for them. “You’ve got a big smile on your face,” Sid commented.

“I’m happy to see you,” she said, trying not to hear Katja’s words from their phone conversation lull around in her mind. “Plus, some of the girls got their acceptances.”

“Really?”

“Claire, Malika, and Isabella are going to NBC,” she informed him. “And Zoë was accepted to the Royal Winnipeg Ballet.”

“Wow!” Sidney exclaimed, genuinely shocked at the news. “That’s incredible!”

“I know. They’re over the moon. I’m over the moon for them,” June couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “Big difference from how I found out. And much different reactions, too.”

“God, yeah. I still remember that day,” Sidney said. “It’s still so clear to me – that look on your face as we met on the sidewalk. And you telling me everything afterwards. You were so upset, Junebug.”

“Could you blame me?” she asked.

Sidney shook his head. “Not at all.”

2002

“Do it again.”

June inhaled deeply. Her feet were killing her. Her knees were killing her. Her arms were killing her. The second she had gotten home from practice, her mom had demanded they practice everything in class again, since June fell out of one of her landings once. “Mom—”

“—Don’t mom me—”

“—Please, I’m exhausted,” she tried.

“Exhausted? You were the one who chose to fall out of your landing during the routine. Now do it again.”

The routine in question was Odette’s variation from Act 2 of Swan Lake. Most girls in her class still had trouble with staying en pointe during specific turns or for more than a minute of choreography. June was perfecting two-and-a-half minute character role variations. She and the other girls weren’t even on the same planet. But it still wasn’t good enough for her mom. “Mom, I’m beg—”

“Do it again, Juniper!” she snapped.

June held in the tears, the fatigue, the outright exhaustion, the everything, and assumed position. Her mother hit the play button on the boombox and the classical music began. If she was going to get out of this and satisfy her mother, she needed to execute every move with absolute perfection – her mother wouldn’t settle for anything less. So she did – every arm motion, every turn, every movement of her body was done with such precision that June almost shocked herself, considering the time of day and the fact that she’d already been in a four-hour class. She hit the last pose perfectly, and the music stopped. She waited for her mom’s reaction, scared of the outcome.

“Much better,” she said. “It should be like that all the time. Now go shower and get ready to eat.”

June didn’t have to be told twice. She left abruptly and ran into her room to take off her pointe shoes and leotard. She didn’t allow herself to cry until she got into the shower, and even then, wiped her tears away furiously. Her entire body ached at how much pressure and stress it had been under that day, and she felt she could barely raise her arms anymore to wash her hair. After she dried herself off, brushed her wet hair, and changed into some new clothes, she went back out into the main living area. Her mom had already put out her plate to eat: a small filet of salmon, steamed broccoli, and some cherry tomatoes. To anyone else, like Sidney, the portion size would probably be a snack; for her, it was dinner. Even a glass of lemon water was already made for her. When June sat down, she noticed her mom eating the same thing, but double the portion. They ate in silence.

June retreated to her bedroom after dinner to finish homework from the weekend and prepare what she needed for the upcoming school week at Astral Drive Junior High. It would have been the time that she called Sidney, too, but he was at a hockey tournament this week and June knew he and his family were probably driving home right now (and that he was probably doing his homework in the car). She’d have to wait until tomorrow to talk to him.

June wasn’t expecting a knock at her door from her mom. Usually, after dinner, her mom left her alone. After today especially, she didn’t think her mom would bother her. But alas, she was wrong. June wished she didn’t have to see her face until tomorrow morning. She took a deep breath. “Come in.”

Her mom opened the door and stood in the doorway, watching June at her desk with a binder open. “That last performance you did – it should be like that every time, Juniper.”

June stayed silent for a few moments. “I know. My arms were hurting rea—”

“—That’s the lazy girl’s excuse,” her mom dismissed her. “I push and I push and I push because you’re lazy and you can do better. If you’re not pushed, you fall behind. And then what good are you, hmm?”

By this point in June’s life, she’d heard those words a million times. But it didn’t sting any less. She fought to hold back her tears. “I out-danced everybody in cla—”

“—You danced like a lazy, selfish, stupid girl,” her mom interrupted again, not letting her get a word in. “I was embarrassed for you. Every penny I make goes to your dancing and you weren’t even fucking trying. You better start acting and dancing like a ballerina or else some other girl is going to steal it from right under you before you go.”

June furrowed her brows. “Before I go where?”

All of a sudden, her mom’s face had switched from agitation and anger to one of almost pride and smugness. “The Dying Swan,” she began, referring to a piece June had practiced meticulously and had performed at a local recital a few weeks ago. “A trainer from the National Ballet School was in the audience that day. Yulia called her.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means the National Ballet School has recruited you. You’re going to boarding school in Toronto.”

June’s heart stopped beating before it fell into the pit of her stomach. While she should have been happy about the opportunity to go to the best ballet training and high school in Canada, she couldn’t feel happy. At all. Instead, she felt blind-sided. The thought of leaving home, of leaving everything she knew, was scary. And the thought of leaving one person in particular – Sidney – made her sick to her stomach. There was no way she would go through with it. She couldn’t – not while Sidney was still in Cole Harbour and she was being shipped off to boarding school in a city she’d never even been to. She didn’t think she was mentally strong enough, and she wished her mom could see that – that it would probably do more harm than good. “No,” June shook her head.

“What did you just say?”

“No. I’m not going.”

Her mom’s eyebrows raised. “Who the fuck do you think you are, Juniper Brooks?”

“I’m not going and you can’t make me,” June tried to remain strong. “I’ll stay in classes with Yulia.”

“To hell you will,” her mom was harsh. “You’re going to Toronto and that’s final. All the paperwork is done. Your dorm room’s even been assigned. You don’t have a choice in this, Juniper.”

“No!!!” she screamed, and every emotion, every tear that she was bottling up inside came out with it. She shot up from her chair, and that’s when her mother turned her back and began walking away from her. “I’m not going! I’m not!” she followed her out.

“This was all done for you!” her mother screamed back. “All for you! And look how ungrateful you are!”

“Mom, please,” June pleaded with her. “Please don’t make me go. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll train more. I’ll put in more hours. But please don’t make me go there all alone.”

“Empty promises from a lazy girl,” her mom shot back. “Hopefully the school teaches you hard work. And dignity. God knows you need it as you stand there begging.”

“Mom,” her voice was full with tears now as they streamed down her face. She didn’t know what she could say to make her mom change her mind. She knew the tears wouldn’t help – if anything, it would make it worse. “Mom, please. Please. I can’t go.”

“You will go, Juniper.”

“Mommy—mommy p-please,” she wailed. June thought of only one thing: she got down on her knees, even though they hurt more than anything, right up against her mom. Her mom whipped around to see June putting her hands in prayer position, looking up at her with red eyes. “P-P-Please mom. You can’t separate me and S-Sid. I can’t g-go to T-T-Toronto. I c-c-can’t leave him. I can’t leave him. He’s my b-best friend. I can’t be that far away from him. I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever you want. But I can’t leave Sidney. I can’t—I can’t be alone without him s-s-so far away—”

All of a sudden, there was another smug look on her mother’s face, but this time, it was mixed with amusement. Sick, twisted amusement. “Well well well,” she said, concealing her smile, crossing her arms against her chest. “I guess Sidney hasn’t told you yet?”

June froze in position. “Told me what?”

“Sidney’s leaving too. He’s going to a hockey boarding school,” her mom revealed. “In Minnesota.”

The words were like a nuclear bomb to June. She kept frozen in her position as the words sunk in. Sidney’s leaving to a hockey boarding school in Minnesota. Of course June knew about the possibility because Sid told her, but it seemed like such a long shot because it was a private school, and neither of their families had that kind of money. If there had been a change, Sidney would have told her about it. Right? She understood she wasn’t a Crosby, but she may as well have been one, and she would be the first person to know…right? Right? “You’re lying,” she found herself saying, tears still streaming down her face. “You’re lying and you know it.”

“I’m not a liar like you,” her mom spat back.

“I—you—that’s a lie. That’s a lie. You’re j-j-just saying that so you can ship me off to b-boarding school and never see me again,” June cried. “You’re lying b-because you hate me.”

“I’m not lying. You can ask Sidney tomorrow.”

“Sidney would never do that to me.”

“He already has.”

June felt like she was going to throw up. Both outcomes were horrible. If her mom was lying, then she was just a nasty liar; but if she was telling the truth…well, the truth was worse. The truth was much worse. “I hate you!” June wailed. “I hate you I hate you I hate you!!!” she wailed over and over again.

“I’ll live,” her mom dismissed her. “You’re going to that school if I have to drag you there kicking and screaming, Juniper Brooks.”

June got up from her knees. With all the emotion she had left in her, she screamed one more time. “I hate you!!!” With that, June ran back into her room sobbing, collapsing onto her bed as she cried and cried and cried.

Her mom didn’t come knock on her door for the rest of the night. Even when June’s sobs were so loud, they could be heard through the walls.

***

The next day, as Sidney waited for June on the sidewalk so they could walk to school together, he saw her approaching from the distance. He’d missed talking to her last night. Their usual Sunday night phone call usually had June reminding him of all their homework they did and that he had to bring to class for their teachers. But as she got closer, Sidney could see she wasn’t happy, and when she got even closer, he noticed her eyes were red. That could only mean one thing. “Were you cr—”

“—Are you going to boarding school in Minnesota?” she demanded.

Sid’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t find the words. “I—I—”

“No bullshit,” she swore. They hardly ever swore, even alone together. “Are you going to a hockey boarding school in Minnesota or not?”

“It…it literally just happened, Junebug,” he said, admitting it. “How—how did you know?”

“When did it happen?”

“We got the call Saturday at the tournament. They called my coach because he has a cell phone. How did you know?” he asked again.

“My mom told me.”

“How’d she find out? God, word must travel fast. One of the guys must have told someone back here and—”

“So you’re going?” she asked, her voice shaky.

Sidney paused. “Junebug, I—my parents and I had a really long talk about it. Like, really long. And we all think it’s best that I go, at least for a year, and see what it’s all about, and so I can get away from all the…noise over here. I was going to tell you, Junebug, I swear.”

June broke out into a fit of tears. They were streaming down her face like Niagara Falls. At least in Sidney’s situation, he and his parents talked about it. They thought about the pros and cons and made the decision as a family. As opposed to her situation, of course, of just being told of being shipped off somewhere with no choice. “My mom told me last night,” she managed to say through tears. “She told me because—because I was crying about…about…”

“About what?”

June tried to wipe away some of her tears. “My mom is sending me to boarding school in Toronto. For ballet,” she revealed. “She told me last night. I told her that I couldn’t—I couldn’t leave you. That’s when she told me about Minnesota.”

Sidney couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’re going to Toronto? For ballet?”

“Against my will,” she said. More tears rushed down her face. “I want to be with you, Sid. I can’t leave you. I can’t go there on my own without you. I can’t—I can’t…” she couldn’t speak anymore, the sobs overcoming her.

Sidney hated seeing her cry, even though it happened every so often. It was one of the worst things in the world to him. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly as she cried on his shoulder. The sound of her sobs shook him to his core, because instead of annoyance or just general sadness, there was fear in them. “It’s going to be okay, Junebug,” he said, rubbing her back.

“No it’s not.”

“I’ll make sure it is.”

When June thought about it, when she really thought about it, it was the moment she fell in love with Sidney. She remembered clinging on to him for dear life, as if he was about to float away to Minnesota if she let go. She wasn’t ready for anything that was coming her way that late spring or summer, but she knew she would have been a lot worse off if Sidney didn’t help her through it. She remembered being so scared. She remembered hardly being able to sleep the week before they both left. She remembered them saying goodbye to each other and her bawling her eyes out in the taxi, crying so hard she threw up. Sidney had promised her that everything was going to be okay, and she believed him, but the fear kept creeping up.

“Hey Sid?” she asked after a few moments of silence, her voice soft.

“Hmm?”

“Remember when you told me it was going to be okay?” she asked. “It all was okay in the end, wasn’t it?”

“Of course it was,” he nodded. “I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you.”

June couldn’t help but smile slightly. “As if you had the power to do anything. We were teenagers.”

Sidney shrugged. “I would have found a way,” he said. “I still wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

They looked each other in the eyes just then, letting the words hang in the air for an immeasurable amount of time. Sidney meant the words he said, and June knew it; he wouldn’t say them if he didn’t. Over thirty years of friendship, and he still felt that way. Through all the tears he had to hug away, the classes and competitions where she was worked to the bone, the cruel gossip from others, the unfair rules, the tiny meal portions, the feelings of loneliness – he would use all the power and influence he had in the world to make sure nothing would happen to her. Over thirty years of friendship, and she felt the same way about him. Through all the bullying he encountered, the taunts and jeers and slashes and hits, the news articles written about him as a kid proclaiming him to be everything from a local hero to a pissy show-off, the girls in their class who would grab his hands and twirl around and yell “I’m going to marry Sidney Crosby! He’s going to be a millionaire!” when they were twelve, thirteen, fourteen years old – she would never let anything happen to him.

June got up suddenly, all in one go. Sidney stayed firmly planted on the ground, looking up at her. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to get my pointe shoes.”

Sidney tried to remain calm, but he felt a nervous tightening in his chest. He nodded his head and watched her walk out of the room. While she was gone, he moved so he was sitting up against the wall of mirrors, underneath the barre. When June came back in, she was wearing ballet tights with a low back camisole leotard and a black pancake tutu. She had a new pair of pointe shoes in one hand, and her pointe shoe kit in the other. She sat back down across from him, without a word, leaving some space between them to have everything in front of her.

Sidney watched. He watched as June meticulously prepared her pointe shoes, as she’d done thousands upon thousands of times before, as he’d watched her do when they were teens. She was like a surgeon performing a quadruple bypass; the precision in everything that she did to prepare them was so detailed and thorough, it was probably only rivalled by his own pre-game rituals and superstitions. Hearing the familiar pop of the shank or watching as the needle and thread broke through the delicate satin – it was all part of a process he was so familiar with, and respected so very much, because it meant that June could do what she loved.

Only when she was done did either of them speak. “I’m going to stretch and warm up,” June informed him, pushing her phone that she left on the floor towards him with the pointe of her shoe. “When I’m done, I’ll tell you what song to play. My phone is connected to the speakers.”

“You got it, Junebug,” he said, watching again as she went over to a space at the barre and began stretching, hoisting her leg up and rising and falling, just as she’d learned so many years ago. She even went to get a roller. When she was done, Sidney was attentive to her every desire.

“There’s a mash-up song in my music – it’s not in my Spotify – it’s called Odette/Odile variations,” she said. “And turn the volume all the way up.” Sidney didn’t recognize the name, but scrolled through anyway, until he found it. He made sure the volume was on the highest setting before tapping on the song and putting her phone down beside him.

The second that the music began, Sidney knew exactly what kind of dance he would be seeing. June had performed every principal role in every major ballet in her day, but Swan Lake was her favourite, and being Odile/Odette was her favourite role, more than Giselle, or Sleeping Beauty, or Juliet, or any of the others. He thought she would choose an easier piece – he didn’t know why he thought that – but no. June was going for the big guns: the two solo variations where the ballerina really got to shine, showing off her immaculate technical skill and sophisticated character work.

Sidney watched in awe. It was like she hadn’t even stopped dancing. Her arms were fluid, her legs were straight, and she went up en pointe as if it was the easiest thing in the world. She executed every move flawlessly. Even her facial expressions were just as he remembered them when he would visit her in Toronto and buy tickets front row, centre stage to see her perform. The muscles in her legs, arms, and back were still strong and definite, carrying her gracefully around the room as she performed every pirouette, every attitude, grand jeté, sissonne, arabesque, double cabriole, brisé, and entrechat six with grace, elegance, strength, and determination. When the music for Odette’s variation ended, and she transitioned into Odile’s, Sidney knew exactly what he was going to get. Though she transitioned to embody Odile instead of Odette, her movements were just as precise, and there was something different about the way her body moved to take on the character. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen in anybody else, and June executed it so flawlessly. She did every time, and just because this was an audience of one, it didn’t matter.

Then the French horn and trumpets began. The symbols clashed. The infamous song blared through the speakers. June took a few moments to herself, when the danseur would traditionally dance, and then it was on. Back in the centre, arms extended, aaaaand…

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen…

Sidney could feel the tears well in his eyes as he watched her.

Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-one. Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four. Twenty-five. Twenty-six. Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty…

Sidney’s heart stopped beating as he watched her complete the set. She did it. She fucking did it.

Thirty-one. Thirty-two.

She landed her ending pose perfectly – and she wasn’t even done. She had to end the pas de deux, and she did so in a flurry of piqués and chaînés that saw her whip herself around the room like a tornado. After more pirouettes, entrechat six, looking down and extending her hand to an invincible danseur, the music hit its last note and June flapped her arm out like a wing.

Then, silence.

Sidney and June let everything June had just done speak for itself and stand on its own. The first time Sidney had seen June do this, he had cried – and he wasn’t afraid to admit it. The crowd had erupted in a raucous applause at her completion of the 32 fouettés and at the end of the pas de deux, and he had gotten swept up in the moment. Now, alone in a ballet studio in Halifax where she’d just done the same thing, there was silence. It wasn’t until June forced her body out of the pose, and made eye contact with Sidney, was any other noise heard.

A sob.

June let out a sob she didn’t know she was holding in and practically collapsed into Sidney, who quickly outstretched his arms to catch her. He held her as they sat on the floor and she cried in his arms. They didn’t say a word to each other. Everything was being said in what they were doing – holding on to each other for dear life. It was only until June stopped crying that she pulled away to look into Sidney’s eyes.

And when she did, she knew that look. She knew that look because it was the same one she gave him, that she never gave to anyone else. Not even to her ex-fiancé. “You love me,” she said. She didn’t ask, because by the look in his eyes, she knew.

Sidney nodded. “And you love me,” he said, a statement and not a question, too.

June nodded. “All this time.”

“I think we’ve been in love with each other for thirty-one years and didn’t realize it sooner,” he said.

In movies, there is usually a grand declaration of love; running through an airport, or flash mobs, or a long speech with exquisite words. This wasn’t that. Sidney and June’s declaration of love was not grand, and it was not ostentatious. They weren’t chasing the other through an airport or organizing a flash mob atop the Halifax Citadel. This, instead, was simple: two people, after thirty years, sitting on a floor in a ballet studio in Halifax, finally admitting they loved one another.

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Always have and always will.

#Jack harlow #Chris evans #love #fashion #style #sidney crosby #pittsburgh penguins #summer #jackman thomas harlow #chris evans blurb #chris evans imagines #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagine

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trials and tribulations. - sidney crosby.

Warnings: yelling , fighting, swearing and talks of infertility.

Word Count: 1.9K +

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The drive home from 10 year old Landry Crosby club game, was quiet, tense and filled with suspense. Sidney did not like how Landry played, making it very known to his wife of 6 years, Savannah. Savannah, however did care that Landry did not do as well as he could of. At the end of the day, she just wanted him to have fun above all. Sidney wanted that too, but ofcourse wanted him to give 100% and go all out. Sidney put too much pressure on the kid and usually Savannah let it go, but today she was fuming. As soon as the game ended, he was already off to the car leaving her to comfort sad son over a big loss. Landry was in the backseat, not noticing as he rambled on and on about the game with Savannah being the sole responder.

The three got home, rather quickly and Sidney was quick to get out, slamming his door. Savannah sighed, unbuckling and then getting out and waiting for her son to hop out. She smiled at the boy, roughing up his sweaty hair and he was off into the house. Savannah took a deep breath, trying to control the bubbling anger that was taking form. She opened the front door and heard her husband going off on her son. This is was unusual for him, even if he hadn't done well in a previous game. Sidney was red in the face as he yelled at his son, who not shockingly began to cry. Savannah shut the door, throwing down her purse walking into the kitchen ready to rip Sidney a new one. She heard her son's cry's in between the shouts, and then she saw the hunched shoulders and saw the physical reaction her son was giving. She wrapped her arms around her son from behind, whispering in his ear. "Hey, go upstairs baby. Ill be up there soon. You are not in trouble." She said giving his head a peck and then turning him around to go up the stairs. Once she saw that he was upstairs, she whipped around to Sidney. She gave him the dirtiest glare she could muster. She cut Sidney off, "What the fuck is wrong with you Sidney? What the fuck was that?" She demanded, pointing towards the stairs. He sighed, starting to go on a tangent. "NO! You had no right to do that. No right!" she spat, "He played terrible!" Sidney defended. Savannah shook her head, "NO, I don't care. He had fun that is all that matters. I don't fucking care Sidney, you just made your only child cry over a game. A goddamn game, one that might take away his love for the game for how you reacted!" She exclaimed, putting a hand on her hip. She shook her head, "It might of been your life Sidney but his is just starting. He's just a boy, having fun." She spoke calming down. He shook his head, "How can you say that when you've never played a sport more than 1 minute, huh? You have no idea. Besides maybe if we had another child, they would of been better." He spat before he realized what he had said. That was a slap in the face. The two had tried for five years after Landry was born and nothing worked. So the two focused on Landry and fell in love with being a small family. She laughed, "Atleast during that time I had fun and enjoyed myself. And I knew what I could control and what I couldn't." She spat, walking to the backdoor. "Sidney, I'd like you to leave for the night." She said opening the back door. He stared at her in shock, they had never fought this badly before. "Wait-what?" He said trying to piece together. "You made our son cry, I'd like you to leave." She said remaining calm and collected. "Sidney, don't make call Nate. I will have him here so fucking quickly, you wouldn't even notice." She exasperated and he sighed, before walking out slowly. He turned around to say something, but she had shut the door in his face.

Savannah turned around and made her way upstairs to her son's room, who was still crying. Sidney had never done that before, shocking the two of them. "Hey Hey, it's ok." She said trying to comfort her son. He shook in her arms, letting it all out. "Wh-why did he-he ye-yell?" Her song questioned, in between hicckups and she frowned unsure of what to say. "You know, dad he just loves the game so much and he wants you to do your best. That's all." She said rubbing his back. He moved out of her arms and stood up, getting angry. "Landry, why are you angry?" She questioned trying to read her son, who apparently had some anger from Sidney. "I played terrible! He was right!" He said in between some last bits of his crying. She shook her head, grabbing ahold of his hands. "Landry, did you have fun?" She questioned and he nodded. "Do you think you played well tonight?" She questioned, trying to gage his reaction. He smiled and nodded, making her smile. "Good! That's all that matters. Everything and everybody else is noise. It doesn't matter." She smiled pulling her son in for a hug, who happily took it. "But mama.." He trailed off using mama only when he was gonna say something importat. "Hmmm mmm." She mused, pulling back and wiping his tear stained face. "I I don't know if I wanna play hockey anymore though. Like, I just don't love it as much as dad does. I feel like i let him down because I'd rather have fun than play full out like he wants and expects me to." He confessed and Savannah nodded. "Well, tomorrow why don't we talk about it? We can talk about finishing out the season or dropping now. Okay? Let me guess, you wanna do baseball right?" She grinned and he nodded excitedly. "I knew it! My american genes are stronger." She smiled and he laughed. "Okay ,let's get you in the shower and Ill start making cookies ok?" She said standing up and he nodded, running to the shower. She shook her head smiling, grabbing the clothes he left in his path. She heard the shower start, and she slipped out to the laundry room down the hall. She sighed, opening the washer and throwing the sweaty clothes in. This may very well be the last time she's washing his hockey clothes. She frowned pulling out her phone and calling Nate. He picked up on the second ring.

"Hey Sav, how are ya?" He asked, and she giggled. "Well, shitty to say the least." She mused rubbing her eyes, in exhaustion. "Oh no, what happened?" He questioned. "Well Sidney went off on Landry tonight abou the hockey game..." She started hearing him groan. Nate knew Landry's secret, and could tell that it either had been leaked or was going to. "I kicked him out for the evening, which I am shocked he isn't with you. But Landry also told me that, he doesn't wanna play hockey anymore. That'd he might be a baseball guy." Savannah mused and she heard Nate sigh. "Yeah, he told me last week when we got ice cream. But what the fuck Sid? Let me go figure out where he is at, im gonna tear him a new one." He half joked and Savannah giggled. "Alrighty big guy, Ill call you in the morning if Sidney isn't back. Ill make sure to not mention the ice cream though.." She joked, before hanging up.

Savannah made her way downstairs to the kitchen and began to pull out the cookie dough from the fridge. Last minute cookie making, called for pre made cookie dough. Though she made mental note to make some homemade one's in the near future. She was throwing the cookies into the oven when she heard the garage door open. She froze, knowing it was Sidney. She sighed, continuing to clean up kitchen. Sidney walked through the back door, and walked into Savannah cleaning up. They both looked at one another and Savannah went back to what she was doing without a second look. "If you are here to apologize, you owe your son one first." She said as she felt him just standing there after a few minutes. He sighed, and made his way up the stairs. "And Sid...go easy on him. With whatever he says, please just hear him out." She said catching him right before he walked up stairs. He nodded, turning away and going up to there son's room.

Savannah pulled the cookies out, and heard the familiar laughs coming from her boys. She smiled, sitting at the kitchen counter, thanking nate for whatever he did. She heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and turned towards the hallway catching the sight of her happy son. He hopped up into the chair next to her and started asking questions about the cookies. "I just took them out, give them five more minutes ok?" She assured him and he nodded, "Can I watch some netflix?" he asked and she nodded. He had a rough evening, he could enjoy 20 minutes of decompressing. He ran over towards the movie room downstairs, leaving the two parents in a laughing state. Sidney stared at Savannah, trying to find the words to say. Even though he got his son's acceptance, she'd be harder to crack. "Did he tell you?" She questioned, trying to figure out what was said. He nodded with a tad bit of sadness in there. "I know I know, that just means my american jeans are strong." She grinned, sticking her tongue out playfully. Sidney chuckled, shaking his head. "He agreed to stick out the rest of the summer session though, and then in the fall when baseball starts up again he wants to try out for a club instead of recreational." He added and she nodded, plating the cookies. "I don't even know where to begin, but I am sorry. I had no right to react the way I did, it was not fair to him and certaintly not fair to you. And what I said, was so fucking out of line. It was very low of me-" He paused walking up to his wife and placing his hands on her face. "I love our family, I wouldn't trade it for anything for the world." He finished trying to search her face for something. "Not even a fourth stanley cup?" She grinned, 100% joking. He rolled his eyes playfully, "Thankyou Sidney. I appreciate it. But I swear to god, I will hit you so badly where it hurts if you ever raise your voice at him or me again. I won't tolerate it." She stated and he nodded feeling a sense of relief.

"And you know that it's my weakness, it keeeps me sometimes up at night. I wish I could have another but I just don't think it'll happen in this lifetime though." She sighed as he wrapped her arms around her. He nodded, pecking her temple. "I know. I know." He said rubbing her back. "I've been thinking about it recently though..I kinda wanna try again. Get another opinion and try some new rounds." She said looking up towards Sidney. He smiled nodding, and pulled her in for a kiss. "I like the sound of that." He mused, pulling her in closer. "Okay old man, don't get ahead of yourself." She joked pulling away and grabbing the plate of cookies. "Hey! That's not fair m'am." He threw as they walked towards the movie room to join there son.

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