Anonymous said: I said I would spam with prompts. Prompt 1: Meryl and Sid meet each other in the Olympic Village in Team Canada's house. Prompt 2. Sid and Meryl have a tinder hook up during Sochi 2014. Meryl and Sid are dating during DWTS and he comes to watch her during week 3. Please go nuts with these, they are absolutely crackfic prompts on steroids. I am not ashamed.
(sorry it took so long for me to get to these, merney anon. but thank you i love you so much.)
She was wandering around Team Canada’s house, and she had absolutely no idea where she was going.
One would think this house would bear at least some resemblance to Team USA’s, but it didn’t. And she was regretting agreeing to give Tessa and Scott a message from Marina more and more with each unsure step.
She walked down a hall that she was almost positive she had walked down two times before, scanning the area around her frantically, when she ran into something, hard.
When she ran into someone. A guy.
“Oh shit,” she murmured, still pressed against his chest.
She heard a gentle laugh echo through the hallway, and then his hands were on her shoulders, pushing back from her and holding her at arm’s length.
She was going to say something, but she kind of got lost in his deep, chocolate brown eyes, and forgot.
“Are you looking for something?” he asked politely.
“Uh…” she began, trying to distract herself from how attractive he was a form sentences. “Tessa and Scott. Virtue and Moir. I have a message for them.”
“I actually just saw them not that long ago. If you follow me, I can show you where they are.”
That would be awesome. Thank you so much.”
He led her to the end of the hallway and through a door leading to a staircase. As they began up, he turned and smirked.
“That’s where I know you from, isn’t it?”
“Well, Tessa and Scott - they’re ice dancers. You’re an ice dancer, too. Right? That’s why you look so familiar.”
“I am. Meryl Davis. Of the Davis and White duo.”
“Ahhh,” he sighed, opening another door and leading her into another hallway. “Last door on the left. That’s where I saw Scott and Tessa.”
“Thank you so much for your help,” she grinned.
She turned to go down the hall, but then whipped back around.
She didn’t want him to walk out of her life without knowing his name.
“Hey,” she called, making him stop before disappearing through the doorway.
He smiled, running a hand through his dark hair that matched his eyes.
“I play hockey. I’m Sid.”
It dawned on her then, and she felt so stupid.
“You’re Sidney Crosby!” she exclaimed. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I forgot.”
He laughed, and then sighed, hesitating before closing the door and walking towards her.
“Why don’t I give you my number?” he proposed. “So next time you forget, you can just text me and ask.”
She smiled knowingly, a pleased smirk on her face.
“I think I would like that, Sid.”
The best part of being newly single at the Olympic Games, she realized, was that there were a bunch of hot athletes on Tinder and she was free the flirt with as many of them as she wanted to.
And as she swiped through droves of men, there was one that caught her eye in particular.
She knew him from hockey playoffs years ago, when his team played her city’s two years in a row for the Cup. She remembers thinking he was hot then, but she didn’t say anything for fear of being exiled from her house and the city.
When she saw his profile pop up on her phone, she smiled.
Because he’d only gotten more attractive since those hockey playoffs five years ago. She swiped right, and hoped and prayed.
An hour later, her phone dinged with the notification she had been waiting for.
You have a new Tinder match! her phone announced, with a picture of him next to the message.
Only a minute later, her phone buzzed again, alerting her to a new message from him.
She grinned when she opened her app and read his words.
Sid: You know, I have a thing for girls who know how to skate.
She texted back immediately.
Meryl: Think I can teach you a few things about ice dance? ;)
Sid: Only if you let me teach you how to take a faceoff.
Meryl: Sounds like a deal.
“What’s got you so happy?” Charlie asked, as he sat down next to her with his dinner.
“Nothing,” she said casually. “Just feel like smiling.”
She didn’t stop smiling the rest of the evening.
“I have to warn you,” she whispers, taking his hands and bringing them around to rest on the small of her back. “This dance is really…romantic.”
“Well, as long as it’s just dancing. And I know that it is. I trust you. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Sid” she sighs, leaning forward and falling into his embrace.
“Although, he is pretty cute, Maks. Especially his butt.”
“Is it as cute as my butt?”
“Hmmm,” she hummed, teasingly. “I don’t know. I’m going to need some more observation. Especially of your butt. Tonight, perhaps?”
“You look beautiful, Meryl,” he tells her.
And he leaned down and kissed her.
