A/N: Do not forget my loves, there will be an epilogue.
Huge thanks to @bosbruined for editing, to @ryanpulock for the gif, and to @texanstarslove and @persephone-is-here-omg for the extra support writing this. I love y’all.
Warnings: Real person fiction (RPF)- don’t bother blowing me up if it’s not your thing. You don’t have to read it, and you don’t need to send me hate for it. TW include violence, language, graphic sex, unprotected sex, biting, spanking, choking, breath play, parental abuse, neglect. Material is 18+ PERIOD.
warning(s): language, mentions of sex, sickeningly cute vows, embarrassing (and just as cute) speeches and other fluff expected at weddings.
summary: from the moment matthew and caroline made the jump to start dating again, there’s only been one thing on his mind– marrying his childhood sweetheart and the girl he’s loved for as long as he could remember. ask her parents for their blessing? check. buy the ring she’s always wanted? check. plan a proposal with the help of ethan and their family and friends? check. plan the wedding of her dreams and maybe down a little too much wine to destress? double check. now all there’s left to do is bring the wedding to life and be surrounded by their close friends and family as their fairytale ending comes true, and to make a special announcement that signifies this is just the beginning for their little family.
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an: After oh so many months of planning and writing this chapter, I’ve finally finished it! I’ve edited it as best as I could, so please bear with me if you see an error or anything! Also, there’s a big possibility there could be some inconsistencies in throwback stories told about Matt and Caroline. I first posted about this story and outlined some of it back in September 2020, and didn’t post the first chapter until six months later in March 2021! I tried my best to read through my old outlines and the chapters to make sure I matched up any inconsistencies, but stuff gets by sometimes– but hopefully there’s not any. And if there are, please don’t be afraid to let me know so I can fix it! This chapter spans across a total of two years! It starts off with Christmas morning in 2024 (where in the epilogue chapter, Ethan announces to the family that Matt and Caroline officially started dating again) and ends with the wedding in 2026! There will be month/day labels similar to how the epilogue was under each subchapter title/heading! Enjoy!
rosemary driscoll never saw it coming. in a matter of 45 minutes, she went from a college senior wrapping up her fall semester abroad in the rainy city of london to losing both of her parents, and becoming both an orphan and guardian to her two little sisters…all two weeks before christmas. with a city and an entire college community rallying behind the mourning family after their devastating loss, rosemary is left to make the life altering decision of choosing to follow the path she’d spent almost her entire life planning perfectly and dreaming about or become the full caretaker of her two younger sisters. and no matter how heartbreaking of a decision it is, their newfound lesson of life can change in an instant, has rosemary pushing aside her own dreams to make sure her sisters are happy, healthy and taken care of.
sidney crosby’s life is great. he lives in a city that feels like home away from home, he has a swarm of friends, he plays on a once again stanley cup contending team…he’s living the dream he’s always dreamt of since he was a child…except he couldn’t help but think that something was missing. he has all of these things, things anyone could ever want and he was successfully playing and sealing a legacy in a league where an average of 34% of drafted players, make it into. but no trophy, new record, new furniture or shiny thing could ever fill the gap he’s spent years trying to fill. and as his teammates continue to get married and start their families— start their lives, he starts to wonder if the one thing he’s missing the most…is the thing he had sworn up and down that he didn’t want.
until he meets an outgoing 10-year-old at one of his little penguins events who swears up and down that they’ve met before, and her older sister who looks like she’s carrying the weight of the world, a look he’s known all of his life, and finds himself wanting to do nothing more than help her carry it too.
this is a super rough draft summary to my future sidney fic, so please don’t roast me lol. beneath the cut are character aesthetics for the story and some dialogue from them that’ll be in the book. i got a random splurge of inspo to make these, so i hope you like them 🥺 and if not and this totally flops…let’s just pretend it never happened 😇
sidney “sid” crosby — french ~ saint denis — age: 35
"you need to go in there and take charge of the narrative. that man already took enough from the three of you. don't let him take away your courage to speak about how what he did effected your lives. don't let him get the last word."
rosemary “rose” driscoll — latin ~ dew of the sea — age: 23
"they're gone. they're gone and there's nothing i can do to bring them back, any of them. i failed them all. i failed my parents, i failed my sisters, i pushed you away because i was scared of failing– and now that i have i... i just thought i knew what i wanted to do, but i don't. i don't know anymore and i just feel so lost and alone."
arabella “bella” driscoll — latin ~ yielding to prayer — age: 13
"i don't really hate you...i mean, i know i said that i did, but i don't. it just feels like it's easier to blame you...for what happened, but i know it's not your fault and i'm sorry for saying all that stuff."
“you pinky promised me that you wouldn’t hurt my sister, sidney crosby and you lied. you’re a liar and i hate liars, so now i hate you.”
the driscoll girls — irish ~ descendant of the messenger — est. 1998, 2008 + 2012
"you may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. you need her, as she needs you." – george r.r. martin
sidney + rosemary — dna doesn't make a family
"just because he'd known a life without them and learned to live after them...after her, didn't mean he really wanted to live that kind of life again."
2897 audubon court pittsburgh, pa — the driscoll residence
"a house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.” – unknown
In June, Penguins general manager Jim Rutherford said only Crosby was untouchable in trade talks, a shot across Malkin’s bow, intended or not. Multiple team sources said Crosby, rarely one to involve himself in management matters, made it clear to the Penguins that Malkin should not be traded for any reason.
u know what would be so funny like if they put an nhl player on hot ones. imagine connor mcdavid eating ghost reaper hot sauce or whatever while answering deeply researched and increasingly invasive questions abt his personal life. like that’s high cinema right there
Summary: There’s nothing a mistletoe, a himbo brother-in-law, and a little Christmas magic can’t do!
Warnings: alcohol, smut (lemon), family dynamics, questionable mistletoe usage
Notes: i surveyed the team last week and the results came in that I can still post a Christmas fic until at least mid January (many thanks to those who said I can post it whenever I want an you will read it I love you to pieces). I wanted to get this out though tbh I am not 100% satisfied with the ending (when am I ever lets me real). I hope you all enjoy! I’m not sure what’s going to happen once I tag this post, so I apologize for potential inconveniences. I don’t normally ask this, but if you enjoyed reading this, please consider reblogging! With tags being broken it’s the only way others can see I’ve posted :)
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I’ll be fine and dandy
Lord it’s like a hard candy Christmas
You hum along with Dolly, your cheek pressed against the cool leather of your sister’s couch, glass of wine cradled in your hands. The sounds of laughter and conversation almost drown out Dolly’s sweet voice, and you debate turning up the volume from your phone at the risk of getting yelled at by your sister. Sighing, you shift your weight from one butt cheek to the other, the shiny hardwood floor that you’re sitting on starting to get uncomfortable. Of course, you could get up and actually sit on the couch like a grown up, or even better, stand up and join the rest of the party, but you’re two glasses of wine in and feeling a little dramatic.
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