#sid crosby

[jamisonrivv]

sid

[alkyseltzer]

thinly veiled blowjob metaphor

inspired by this tweet^^

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[bubbles1605]

Mrs. Crosby

Sidney Crosby x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2,129

Warnings: none?

Summary:

Everyone at the fundraiser already knows whose ring sits on your finger. Apparently, one person missed the memo.

The evening had started the way many of these charity events do; all done up from head to toe, Sid zipping you into your dress with familiar hands, steadying you when you slipped on your heels.

This time, though, there were the weighted looks sent your way from your now fiancé whenever your engagement ring caught the light. Shining in all of its breathtaking glory, much too beautiful to be ignored, let alone the significance of it.

Every few minutes his gaze would drift back to your hand almost absentmindedly, thumb brushing over the diamond whenever he found an excuse to hold it. Like he still couldn't quite believe he'd finally gotten to put it there. As though he was quietly reliving the proposal every single time he looked at it.

Sid looks incredible. Of course he does. Reaching unfair levels of irresistible in the fitted black suit he’s wearing tonight for the Black Tie event. All broad shoulders, trim waist, and thick thighs - and lets not even get started on his ass. Hair styled only slightly more than usual, scruff on his face calling your name to come run your hands across his jaw and feel it tickle against your cheek when he nuzzles into you.

The mask is firmly in place though, for the both of you. The ones that are required when there’s this many eyes and cameras on you and Sid. Required when you know just how fast word travels and rumours spread in this industry. So, you’re on your best behaviour: shoulders drawn back as you stand tall, polite smiles, measured expressions and even more measured words. The works.

It’s all for a good cause, helping raise money for young players across various ages to have training camps completely covered, to increase accessibility in the sport so that money isn’t the sole determinant of whether a kid can pursue their dreams. Sid has worked closely with the foundation for nearly a decade, most of the time trying to work behind the scenes or with the kids themselves, but occasionally coming out for networking events such as this one. Because he cares. And Sidney could never show up in any way other than the best he can offer when it comes to things he cares about.

And that’s where your slight annoyance begins. Because much too often, Sidney’s kindness and heart are taken for granted. And that’s where you step in.

You both work the room, arm linked through his or his hand settled warmly on your lower back or hip. Somehow always finding a way to reach for your hand, drawing just enough attention to the glimmer on your finger that people couldn't help but notice.

And it’s not like much has really changed with the new addition of the ring anyhow; from the moment Sidney had started introducing you as ‘his person’ all those years ago, everyone knew: you were it for him. It was clear to see. And since then, everyone treated you as “Mrs. Crosby”, referred to you as “Mrs. Crosby”, and despite the way you would laugh them off and say, “Technically not yet,” everyone knew.

Apparently everyone but Melanie.

You don’t notice her right away. Really, you don’t. She’s just another member of the foundation in a sea of well-dressed people, moving between conversations with a practiced smile and clipboard tucked neatly against her side. It isn’t until she’s found Sidney for the third time in the span of thirty minutes that you begin to connect the dots.

The first interaction earns nothing more than a glance from you. You’re in your own conversation, just taking a second to find where Sidney is amongst all of the bustle. You note from across the room as she offers him another drink, gesturing towards the bar with manicured nails. Sid smiles that polite, unmistakably Sidney Crosby smile. “No, thank you,” he says warmly. “I’m all set.” Still, she lingers. You don’t think anything of it, continuing on with your own interaction.

The second time, she pulls him away while paying absolutely no mind to you and the other couple he had just been engaged with, insisting on showing him a few of the silent auction items personally. “I appreciate it,” he says kindly, “but I was actually going to look at them a little later with my fiancée.” His eyes find yours as he says it. The tiniest lift of his eyebrows. The sort of look only you would ever recognize.

Help.

And he looks so handsome. So cute when he’s trying to be polite. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. He catches it, rolls his eyes just enough for you to notice before making his polite escape from her. And it's almost endearing.

The third time, she’s telling him about a restaurant she’d discovered in Pittsburgh, “I think you’d really like it.”

“That sounds nice,” Sid replies easily. “I’ll have to take my fiancée there sometime,” he says pointedly.

Another clear opening. Another gentle decline. Another opportunity for her to excuse herself. But instead…

“Oh! You two don’t live together yet?”

You nearly choke on your champagne. Sid blinks once, caught off guard. “We do.”

“And you’re engaged?”

“I am. Happily.”

A beat passes, she musters as bright of a smile as she can manage, “Congratulations!”

And that should have been the end of it. Really, it should have. Then, she continues walking beside him anyways. You exchange another look with Sid, his brown eyes widening in one that says, she’s still here.

And this time you do laugh into your drink. Because for a little while, it’s honestly funny. You know Sidney. He’s been captain of an NHL team for nearly two decades. Has been the face of Hockey Canada for almost as long. Is one of the most recognizable people in the sport. And somehow, he’s the one silently pleading for you to come rescue him from across a ballroom.

Not even twenty minutes later, your head is thrown back in laughter at a joke one of the Penguins wives had made. Your shoulders shaking as you try to catch your breath, you find Sid in your periphery trying his absolute hardest to catch your eye without being too obvious. Melanie’s hand is on his arm while steering him toward “just one more donor.”

Your laughter dies out almost immediately at how clearly uncomfortable he’s becoming, mouthing seriously?

He gives the smallest shrug, shoulders tense, I’m trying.

And you know he is. That’s the thing. He’s handling it exactly the way you’d expect him to; kind, patient, respectful. Never giving anything more than a polite conversation. Always finding a reason to mention you or circle back to you. Never once encouraging it. Yet somehow… she just isn’t taking the hint.

The amusement you had felt earlier starts wearing thin. Not because you’re worried; you aren’t. You trust Sidney with every part of yourself. Trust him in any room, with anyone. But watching someone repeatedly ignore the boundaries he’s so carefully trying to draw begins to feel less amusing and more… disrespectful.

The final straw comes nearly an hour later.

Sid has finally managed to escape long enough to crouch beside one of the young players attending the fundraiser, listening with complete focus as the girl excitedly tells him about her first year of travel hockey. Her parents stand nearby, looking like they’re trying not to burst into tears at how happy she is.

This.

This is why Sid comes.

It’s not for the cameras, or the speeches, it’s definitely not for the networking.

It’s for them.

You see Melanie approaching before Sid does, and already you can feel your smile drop and your shoulders raise. Grip tightening around the stem of your glass.

She slips between him and the little girl, completely blocking Sidney from the family with the most disingenuous apologetic smile you’ve ever seen. “Sid! Sorry to interrupt, but there’s another table of donors hoping to get a photo with you.”

And the effect is instant. You watch the way his smile falters for the briefest second, jaw clenching just so as he straightens slowly. The easy, open body language he'd worn only moments ago is nowhere to be found.

He turns back to the family first, crouching down once more in front of the young player, gaze flickering between her and her family. “I’m so sorry,” he says. “It was really nice meeting you all.” He catches the young girl's eyes with his own, “I’ll find you a little later so you can keep telling me all about your last roadtrip, okay?”

The little girl absolutely beams. Her parents thank him. Sid smiles once more before allowing himself to be pulled away. You don’t miss the way his lips press into a thin line.

And that’s enough.

–

You find them near one of the sponsor displays. Melanie is standing just a little too close. Laughing just a little too loudly. Her hand lands on his forearm again as she says something. But Sid’s not paying attention to her when he notices you before you’ve even reached them.

The change is immediate.

His eyes soften the second they meet yours, relief flickering across his face before he can hide it. His shoulders loosen. His hands relax. The tension leaves his expression almost instantly. Like he’d been waiting for you.

You slide naturally into the space beside him, his hand finding yours without hesitation. Warm fingers threading effortlessly between your own before his thumb drifts absentmindedly over the engagement ring he’d placed there only a short while ago.

He does it now without even realizing. Grounding himself in what’s already becoming a small habit.

Melanie laughs lightly. “Oh no,” she says. “Am I monopolizing him?”

You smile politely, eyes narrowing just so. “Little bit.”

Sid’s lips twitch. He drops his head ever so slightly, clearly trying - and failing - not to laugh. Before anyone can say another word-

“There you are!” The executive director of the foundation appears seemingly out of nowhere. “Mrs. Crosby!”

He’s wrapping you in a quick hug before you can correct him.

“We’re just about ready for you whenever you are. Thank you again for agreeing to speak tonight - it means more than you know.”

You laugh, “I’m more than happy to be here, thank you for giving me the opportunity. And you know it’s not technically Mrs. Crosby yet.”

He waves you off easily, “Close enough.”

Sid chuckles beside you, the hand not fiddling with your ring sliding around your waist and pulling you back into him without a second thought. “I’ve been calling her that for years.”

The director smiles warmly, “Well, we’re lucky to have both of you. You both do so much for our cause. Is there anything I can do before we head over?”

“No,” you answer kindly. “We’re all set, thank you.”

“Perfect. I’ll come grab you in just a few minutes.”

And as quickly as he arrived, he’s gone. Silence settles afterwards. When you glance back towards Melanie, who had been standing there observing the whole time, understanding finally dawns across her face. “Oh.”

Her eyes flick briefly to your hand. To the ring. To the way Sid continues to thumb over it like something precious. To Sidney’s other hand still wrapped around your waist.

“I’m…sorry,” she says quietly. “I didn’t realize.”

“It’s alright,” you say. Then, “He meant it every time he mentioned me.”

She excuses herself a moment later. No scene. No embarrassment. Just understanding that should’ve come much earlier. Sid waits until she’s well out of earshot before letting out a long breath, thumb stroking against your hip.

“So…” you start, looking up at him innocently, “Looked like you were having fun over there.”

He groans softly. “Baby.” You laugh. “I was trying so hard to be polite.”

You nod, still laughing softly, “I know. You were.”

“I thought mentioning my fiancée would’ve done it.”

“So did I.”

He shakes his head, almost disbelieving. “I didn’t want to embarrass her.”

“I know you didn’t.”

His thumb turns your engagement ring once more, absentmindedly, “I was starting to run out of ideas.”

You laugh, leaning further into his body as you look up at him. “Good thing you’ve got me.”

And the practised smiles expected at events like these turns into something real, his softening into one that only ever belongs to you. “The best thing I’ve got.”

He lifts your joined hands, pressing a quiet kiss against the diamond before meeting your eyes again, just taking a moment to breathe you in. For just a few seconds, the noise of the ballroom fades into the background.

You squeeze his hand, “Ready to go help some kids?”

He drops a lingering kiss to your temple, hand squeezing yours as he murmurs, “Always.”

This ended up being shorter than intended, sorry lol, hope you guys liked it though 💛

A/N: All my work is written and owned by me. Reblogs are very appreciated. Please do not steal my work, put it into AI, or on any other platform.

[r0meett33]

⋆☀︎｡ LEGENDARY LOVERS—SC87 MASTERLIST

✦ Pairing: 2000s Sidney Crosby x Malkin!Reader

✦ Summary: Sidney Crosby meets his teammates sister, a figure skater who’s just moved to Pittsburgh to be closer to her brother, and ends up developing a legendary crush on her.

✦ A/N: all of this fictional and completely made for fun! It’s my first ever SMAU, which I’m very proud of!

✧───────✧ All parts in chronological order ✧───────✧

Part One—“ENDGAME”

⬩➤ Young and rising figure skater Y/N moves to Pittsburgh to support her brother, Evgeni Malkin. And ends up getting introduced to a cute Canadian, Sidney Crosby who can’t help but blush in front of a pretty girl.

Part Two—“LATE NIGHTS IN THE MIDDLE OF JUNE,…OR AUGUST.”

⬩➤ After meeting Sidney for the first time, Y/N continues her life as if nothing as happened. Figure skating and handling fame, but it seems Sidney is interested in learning more about her.

Part Three—“ENNIE MEENIE MO LOVER”

⬩➤ Y/N and Sidney take their interest in each other very differently. Y/N remains unfazed and oblivious, and Sidney starts acting like a fool desperately in love.

Part Four—“WHERE’S THE TROPHY? HE JUST COMES RUNNING OVER TO ME!”

⬩➤ Sidney finally makes a move on Y/N, with the help of his teammates of course.

SEQUAL SERIES COMING SOON!!

[itwillcomeback]

sid taking pictures with multiple dogs!!

[sleepysidcros]

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing.

Sidney Crosby x Female reader

Love doesn't disappear; it waits until you're ready to find your way back

SERIES PLAYLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

Timeline: 2009-2027

Genre: romance, slow burn, angst

Summary: In 2009, you're a doctoral student completing your clinical rotation with the Penguins' medical staff. Between rehab sessions and late nights at the arena, you meet Sidney Crosby; who slowly becomes your favorite part of every day. Over three years, friendship becomes love, and love quietly becomes a future neither of you realize you're building. Then, when your dream job arrives, and unable to ask either of you to sacrifice the career you've spent your entire life chasing, you make the impossible decision to walk away. Thirteen years later, while visiting Pittsburgh to help your father recover from surgery, your feet carry you back to the park where your relationship began.

Sid's already sitting on the same bench; some things change, some things never do.

Contents: Heavy angst, slow burn, mutual pining, time skips like no other, references to surgery and hospitalization, eventual happy ending, marriage, parenthood. NO CHEATING !!!

Chapter One - A Heart Like Hers

(2009) Chapter summary; A sports medicine doctoral student begins her clinical rotation with the Penguins' medical staff expecting nothing more than another semester of work. Instead, she meets Sidney Crosby; who keeps inventing reasons to wander into the training room. Friendship grows into routine, routine becomes tradition, and before either of them realizes it, they've claimed a little corner of Pittsburgh as their own.

posted 07/07

Chapter Two - It Had To Be You

(2010-2013) Chapter summary; Somewhere between spare keys, Sunday mornings, family dinners, and quiet nights studying while Sidney watches game film, the relationship becomes something permanent; or so it seems. But when a prestigious sports medicine institute on the West Coast offers the opportunity of a lifetime, the future they've imagined together begins slipping through their fingers.

posted 07/30

Chapter Three - The Man Who Can't Be Moved

(2025) Chapter summary; Thirteen years later, you've built the career you always dreamed of. Sidney has built a Hall of Fame career of his own. Yet neither of you has ever quite managed to recreate what you once had together. When your father undergoes surgery in Pittsburgh, a familiar walk leads you back to the park where everything began. Sidney is already there. Still sitting on the same bench, still quietly carrying pieces of the life you once planned together.

Chapter Four - So Easy (To Fall In Love)

(2026-2027) Chapter summary; Neither of you tries to recreate the relationship you lost. Instead, you slowly learn the people you've become over the last fourteen years. Coffee turns into dinner. Dinner becomes weekends together. Old habits return naturally, while new dreams quietly take their place. For the first time since 2012, the future belongs to both of you.

Chapter Five - Just Like Heaven

Epilogue; Years after sitting beside the Monongahela River imagining a family that never seemed possible, you return to the same park with your daughter between you. Some dreams don't disappear with time. Sometimes they wait.

A/N; I'll delete this and jump if no one fw it, this is going to be a LONG ASS SERIES 🥹🥹, this post alone took me a good 30 minutes pls

[motorsportbarbie13]

something to lose - part one - sc87

pairing -> sidney crosby x singlemom!reader

word count -> 4.1k

summary -> after ten years of raising your little boy alone in pittsburgh, you've has built a solid, steady life—and an mile high wall around your heart. but when local legend sidney crosby unexpectedly walks into your little bookstore, his quiet consistency slowly dismantles every defense you have. just as you begin to believe in a future you never thought possible, a bitter ghost from your past threatens to tear your world apart, forcing you to choose: run from the fear of abandonment, or trust the man who will stop at nothing to protect the family he’s chosen.

warnings -> anxiety. abandonment. single parenting. slight age gap? but it never really comes up. slow burn.

msb yaps -> ahhhhhhhhh it's heeeeeere! i'm a little nervy to start posting this one since it's totally not finished yet but i'm about half way through with a solid outline, so we should be okay. i'm going to try to to two updates a week, but we'll see! this series is so very dear to me, being a single mom myself, i've drawn a lot from my own experiences and feelings so i hope you guys like it. if you want to be added to the tag list, lmk! divider is from @pxrce-lain

series master list | main master list | lets yap

Sidney Crosby had spent so much time sitting in a kitchen that didn’t belong to him, he might as well have had his name on the mortgage. He knew the code to the garage and the front door, Nicky Malkin called him ‘Uncle Sid’, and Anna Malkin always had a spare place setting ready for when he inevitably crashed family dinner at least twice a week. 

Today though? Today, Sidney was using the Malkin household as a sanctuary. He sat on a high bar stool at the granite island, his hands wrapped around a tepid cup of coffee that he’d barely touched. He was in his off-day uniform of a faded Penguins hoodie, dark denim jeans, and a black baseball hat turned backwards. 

Across the counter, Anna Malkin was packing 10-year-old Nicky’s snack for practice while stirring something on the stove, her sharp eyes tracking over Sidney’s slumped shoulders with mild amusement. 

“I’m just saying.” Sidney mutters, palming at the back of his neck. “I think I’m ready to officially give up. No more blind dates. No more approaching women in the grocery store. Nothing. I’m retiring from dating completely.” 

From his spot in the living room, Geno Malkin lets out a sharp bark of a laugh, not even bothering to look up from his phone. “You are not even forty! You cannot retire from dating, you are not old man yet. Close, but not yet.” 

“Shut up.” Sidney laughs, shaking his head. He turns back to Anna, groaning softly. “She asked me to get her suite tickets for her best friend’s boyfriend and his beer league team before our drinks had even come. By the time we got the dessert menu, she was asking about WAG jackets and how playoff tickets worked. She didn’t ask a single question about me, just focused on the jersey.” 

Anna sighs deeply, leaning against the counter and crossing her arms. She knew the reality of Sidney’s life better than most because she’d been a witness to it for nearly two decades. For twenty years, he had been the league’s golden boy, the face of a franchise, a living legend in a city that treated hockey like a religion. 

As Sidney’s career crept towards its twilight, the empty rooms in house felt a little bigger, the quiet after a game felt a little heavier. He’d watched his best friends go home to chaotic, beautiful families, to wives who loved them when they were bruised and defeated, and to kids who just wanted their dads. 

Finding someone who saw the man that wore the number 87, someone who wanted Sidney from Cole Harbor, not Sidney Crosby, living legend, was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.  

“It’s the nature of the league, Sidney.” Anna says gently, her Russian accent still thick despite living in the states for years now. “The money and glamour attract a certain crowd and you are too polite. You stay for the whole dinner when you should leave before drinks.” 

“I can’t just leave, Anna, that’s rude.” Sid mumbles, taking a sip of his disappointingly cold coffee. 

“You are too Canadian for your own good.” Geno shouts from the living room. 

Sidney smiles into his mug and rolls his eyes. “I just…I don’t know. I want something normal. I want to meet someone who doesn’t care about my points average or my contract or what I can do for them. I want someone who likes spending time with me because they like me. A normal life. I hate that I feel like I had to give that up just to play the game I love.” 

Anna freezes for a fraction of a second as she listens to Sidney whine. A sharp spark flares in her dark eyes at the same time a calculating expression flickers across her features so quickly no one else catches it. 

Sidney wanted someone normal? Someone who was the actual living definition of ‘real’ and was too busy to care about what number he wore on his jersey or how many zeros were attached to his contract?

As Anna watches Sidney pout into his mug, she can’t believe she hadn’t thought of this sooner. 

She knew someone. 

“Well…” Anna says slowly, conniving grin slipping across her face. 

Geno spots the look a million miles away. He sits forward in the armchair, eyes narrowing at his wife. 

“If you want a distraction from your terrible dating life, you could make yourself useful and do me a huge favor today.” 

Sidney looks up, grateful for an excuse to get out of his head and be useful. “Of course, what do you need?” 

“I’m helping with the silent auction for the Penguins Foundation gala that’s coming up soon." Anna taps at her phone, pulling the maps app up on her phone. “Most of the donations are being delivered to the front offices but there’s one that I haven’t been able to coordinate a time because she’s always so busy. I promised her I’d save her a trip and send someone to pick it up from the store today but I need to get Nicky to practice.” 

“I’ll go and get it.” Sidney shrugs, happy to have something to occupy his afternoon. 

Anna glances over at him, offering an innocently sweet smile that her husband sees straight through. “You are a lifesaver Sidney Crosby!” 

“Anything to help my favorite Russian.” Sidney says, stretching his shoulders as he stands. 

Geno makes an affronted noise that sounds like a pig grunting. “I thought I was your favorite Russian!” 

Sidney smiles wide, eyes crinkling at the corners as he fishes his carneys out of his pocket. “Your wife is prettier.” He turns to Anna. “Where is this place?” 

Anna reaches for the notepad she keeps on the counter, scribbling down a name and address in her neat handwriting. She tears off the piece of paper and hands it to him, her smile widening just a fraction too much. 

“It’s this adorable little bookstore called Pine and Page, you're going to love it!" Anna says, watching him pocket the slip of paper.

October had brought a biting chill to the city. It was the kind of sharp, biting cold that turned your breath into little white puff clouds and sent crunchy leaves scraping down sidewalks. 

Tucked away on a quiet, narrow street lined with a handful of family-owned brick storefronts is one of the two pride and joys of your life: Pine & Page. It sits on the corner, its warm red brick facade sitting like a beacon of warmth in an otherwise blustery Thursday afternoon. 

Inside, your shop was decorated for your favorite time of year. Honey-toned sunbeams filtered through the massive front window, illuminating the reclaimed hardwood floors that were worn smooth and full of character.

You had specifically designed the entire space to encourage people to slow down. 

Towering wooden bookshelves, stuffed to the brim with colorful spines, stretched all the way to the high ceiling. Low-hanging pendant lights cast a warm golden glow over the room while an ancient wooden ceiling fan turned slowly above the cash register near the back of the main room. 

Deep in the heart of the store, display tables were artfully crowded with stacks of new releases, woven baskets of paperbacks, and large ceramic pitchers with bright sunflowers in full bloom. On the outside wall, near the back of the store, was a massive oak mantle that framed an old fireplace that hadn’t worked since before you were born. You kept it decorated for the seasons, this time of year it was covered with delicate dried garlands and golden flecked candles that smelled like vanilla and cashmere. 

Pine & Page was your sanctuary, your safe space that you had built from the ground up as a labor of love and devotion. 

Right now though? Right now your carefully curated peaceful safe haven was being thoroughly tested by a ten-year-old little boy wielding a hockey stick and a plan to drive you up a wall. 

“Cooper! Can we not use the fire place as a place to practice your wrist shot, please?” You call out, not looking up from your laptop that sat open on the cash register. “And I think you forgot to air out your bag again, it stinks!” 

“It doesn’t stink, Mom! My bag smells like victory!” Cooper yells back from the history section as you hear what you assumed was a puck ping off of the metal grate that sat in front of the fireplace. 

“Cooper Michael!” You shout, a warning that Cooper knows well. 

He comes scurrying towards you, his giant hockey bag slung over one shoulder, wearing a mischievous grin that was entirely too confident for a boy who was about to be scolded.

"Do you think Nicky’s dad is going to be at practice today? He said he’d bring everyone on the team a puck from the Penguins practice the next time he saw us!” 

“I’m sure Mr. Malkin will be there if he doesn’t have practice himself.” You say, adding a few more new releases to your online cart, trying to plan inventory for the upcoming holiday season. 

Your gaze sweeps over the main floor of your store, taking a brief second to appreciate how pretty the afternoon sunlight looked as it glittered through the stained glass ‘Pine & Page’ sign that sat in the front window of the shop. You glance at the clock that sits on the wall behind you and sigh. 

“Where is your grandfather? Your practice starts in 45 minutes and you take forever to get dressed.” 

As if you’d conjured him out of thin air, your mouth is barely closed before the brass bell chimes, your dad and a crisp gust of October wind bursting through the door. 

“Alright, where is my star defenseman grandson! It’s time to get you to practice, kiddo. Let’s move it!” Your dad calls out, clapping his hands together as he brings the smell of leaves in with him. 

“Grandpa!” Cooper drops his bag by the counter before sprinting over to give him a quick hug.  

“You got your water bottle and inhaler, Coop?” You ask, giving up on ordering for the time being to fold yourself into your dad’s arms. “Thank you for taking him today, Dad.” 

Your dad pulls back, smiling at you warmly. “Any time I get to spend with my favorite grandson is time well spent.” 

“I’m your only grandson, Grandpa!” Cooper giggles at your side as he shakes his water bottle at you. “My inhaler is in my pocket!” 

You plant a quick kiss on Cooper’s forehead, despite him trying to duck away at the last minute. “Be good for Grandpa. Listen to your coaches!” 

Cooper beams up at you, his gap-toothed smile making your chest ache with affection for the little boy who held your whole heart in his hand. 

“I will Mom! Love you!” 

"Love you more!"

With a whirlwind of energy that rivals a category four tornado, Cooper and your dad burst back out the front door, leaving the shop suddenly and jarringly quiet. 

You let out a long breath, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you watch them walk past the front door towards where your dad’s SUV is parked on the street. Turning back to the counter, you tap at the trackpad of your laptop, determined to finish your holiday ordering before you have to close for the night. The after school rush had finally cleared out, leaving you entirely alone in the golden, sunlit warmth of your favorite place on earth. 

The brass bell above the door chimes again not five minutes later, letting in another swirl of chilly air. 

“Did you forget your mouthguard again?” You ask without looking up, fully expecting that Cooper had sprinted back inside to grab something he’d forgotten.

“Uh…No? I hope I don’t have a need for a mouthguard while in a bookstore though so…” A quiet, polite voice answered, sounding entirely unsure of what he was getting himself into. 

Your hands freeze on the keyboard, your head snapping up. 

Standing just inside the front door was the absolute last person you would have ever expected to walk into your store that day. Or any day, for that matter. He was broad-shouldered and solid with massive legs the size of small tree trunks, dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans. A few stray pieces of dark hair poked out from under a backwards baseball hat, giving him a bit of a rumpled look that caught you off guard. 

The strong jaw, his distinct and intently focused hazel eyes - he looked exactly like the man you’d seen on banners at the PNG arena downtown. 

Sidney Crosby had just walked into your little corner of the world. 

He had his hands tucked casually into his front pockets, looking around the sunlit space with a quiet, almost cautious curiosity. His eyes tracked the warm amber string lights that hung from the ceiling and the vintage wood detailing with an appreciative expression before his gaze finally landed on where you were standing behind the counter. 

“Hi.” He says, taking a few steps towards you. His voice was softer than you’d expected, less intense and lower than what it sounded like on the interviews Cooper watched of him religiously. “Sorry to startle you. I’m looking for the owner? Anna Malkin sent me.” 

For the second time in less than thirty seconds, Sidney caught you off guard with the polite cadence of his tone.

“I’m the owner.” Your fingers dig into the wooden countertop of the cash register in an attempt to ground yourself as you paste what you hope is a genuine smile on your face. “How can I help you, Mr. Crosby?” 

Sidney stopped at the counter, his hands still tucked into the pockets of his jeans. Up close, his size was slightly dizzying. He was all broad shoulders and quiet strength, the way his jeans were fitted just enough to show off what playing hockey for over three decades did to a person’s body. 

There was something missing though: an ego.

You knew the stories that circulated around town, had heard Anna talk about him countless times but you’d always thought those stories were a bit like your dad’s fishing stories: more than slightly over exaggerated. Standing in front of you now though, in a slouchy hoodie and beat up baseball hat as he palmed at the back of his neck, Sidney seemed almost sheepish. 

“Mr. Crosby is my father.” When he smiled at you, his eyes crinkled at the corners like he’d just heard the funniest joke ever told. “Sidney is just fine, really. Or Sid if you're feeling lazy. Anna sent me, she said you were donating a big gift basket for the Penguins Foundation's silent auction. I was headed to the arena offices anyway so she asked me to swing by and pick it up since she hadn’t been able to find a time to get over here herself.” 

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “She mentioned she was going to get someone from the team to pick it up this afternoon but I certainly didn’t expect her to send the captain to do her bidding.” 

Sidney lets out a genuine laugh, “Anna is scarier than half the players in the NHL. There’s a reason Geno won’t argue with her under any circumstances.” 

“She’s a force to be reckoned with, that’s for sure.” 

Sidney leans a hip against the counter, “So, how do you know Anna?” 

“Oh, we’ve known each other for a few years. My son Cooper has played on the same team as Nicky for…” You pause, counting in your head. “Three seasons now? This may be the fourth. After the age of five, everything kind of starts to blur together.” 

“Cooper? You’re Cooper’s mom?” Sidney blinks, the puzzle pieces slipping together as he puts two and two together. “I sometimes swing by Nicky’s practice when we’ve got some time off. Cooper’s hockey IQ is off the charts.” 

“You…know Cooper?” You tilt your head, brows knitting together in confusion. 

“Yeah, absolutely.” Sidney says, leaning a bit heavier into the wood counter, his posture relaxing now that the initial awkwardness of meeting a stranger is gone. “He’s a smart player, great vision. He doesn’t chase the puck like most kids his age. Watches where the play is going before anyone else even gets a sniff at making something happen. Him and Nicky make a great pairing, I was just talking to Geno about it last month.” 

“Oh…wow.” You breathe, a soft laugh falling from your lips. “Please don’t tell him any of that. He already thinks he’s ready to be drafted in to the league and he’s only 10. If he finds out Sidney Crosby knows who he is, I’ll never get him to do his homework ever again.” 

Sidney lets out a laugh, rich and warm that sends a shiver down your spine. As the sound fades, his eyes stay locked onto yours. 

Up close, the soft afternoon light from the storefront window hits you perfectly, showing off the spray of freckles that dance across your nose and the genuine warmth of your smile. Sidney’s stomach does an unfamiliar swoop when you aim another one of those brilliant smiles at him.

He’d spent his entire adult life being cornered by women who put on an act for him, thinking they needed to be something specific in order to get his attention. Most women who approached him wanted something specific from him, from Sidney Crosby. 

But you? You were standing here in a casual maxi skirt and cream colored sweater, smelling faintly of vanilla and salt water, completely unpretentious and entirely unassuming. 

His gaze drops instinctively to your hands, which are still resting on the dark wood of the counter between you. His eyes narrow, searching. No diamonds. No gold band. Left hand complete bare. 

Perfect. 

A wave of relief washes over him, so sharp and cold his chest aches. Sidney clears his throat, a sudden flash of that endearing sheepishness returning as he shifts his weight, hazel eyes crinkling as he looks back up at you. 

“Your secret is safe with me.” He murmurs softly. “But seriously, you’re doing a great job with him. It’s hard enough being a hockey parent, let alone…” He trails off, his eyes darting around the quiet shop, noting the way that you don’t seem to have any help in the store with you today. 

“Let alone running a business by myself while being a hockey parent?" You fill in softly, the edge in your voice flaring with a history that sounded heavy.

“I was going to say let alone doing it all with a smile.” He corrects gently, the way his voice turns tender and patient makes the breath catch in your throat. He looks at you for just a beat longer than necessary, as if he’s trying to commit the color of your eyes to memory, before shaking his head. “Anyway, I didn’t mean to distract you, I don’t want to take up your whole afternoon. I can take the basket off your hands and let you get back to whatever you were doing before I stomped in here.” 

“Right.” You breathe, the way your stomach felt a little funny when Sidney looked at you was something you were choosing to ignore. “The basket, of course. It’s in the back room. Do you want to come back or…?” 

“Lead the way.” Sidney says, taking a step towards the back of the store, following in your wake. 

The back room of your store was small, smelled heavily of cardboard, fresh ink and the chai tea you’d forgotten about on your desk. Boxes of inventory lined the walls, leaving a narrow path to your crowded desk in the corner of the room. 

“I am so sorry about the mess.” You say over your shoulder, navigating the tight space. “I’m kind of constantly in a state of reorganization and things tend to get a big chaotic back here.” 

Sidney waves you off, “Don’t worry about it. My closet after a ten day road trip is twice as messy, you’re fine.” He jokes, following you back towards your desk. 

Because the room was so tight, his massive frame seemed to swallow up any extra space. You could feel the heat radiating off of him as he stepped up to your desk where the large wicker basket sat. It was packed full with some of your best sellers, a cozy blanket Cooper had picked out, and some of your other favorite gifts you sold at the store. 

“Wow.” Sidney says, looking over at you with an impressed look. He reaches out, his index finger tapping at the edge of a hardcover book. “This is bigger than what I was expecting. The foundation is going to love it.” 

“Anna said it was for a good cause.” You shrug, picking up a thick spool of sunny yellow ribbon.

Being so close to someone as imposing as Sidney was making you nervous. As you tried to measure out a length to tie the final bow on the basket, the plastic spool slips from your fingers, clattering against a stack of books and rolling underneath your desk. 

“Oh for the love…” You mutter, leaning down to reach for it. 

“I got it.” Sidney replies instantly. 

Before you can protest, he drops down onto one knee, his broad shoulders shifting beneath his slouchy hoodie as he reaches a long arm deep under the desk. His proximity to you is dizzying; he was so close you could see the faint line of a faded scar at the edge of his jaw that you assumed had been a result of his occupation. 

Sidney straightens a moment later, holding the spool of ribbon out to you. His gaze locks onto yours, his body still unnervingly close to yours in such a small space. 

“Here you go.” 

“Thank you.” You breathe, taking the ribbon from his hand. 

For a split second, your fingers brush against his and a jolt of electricity skittering straight up your arm. You quickly turn away, suddenly very interested in making sure you get the perfect length of ribbon to make a large enough bow. 

It takes every ounce of strength in you to calm your soaring pulse. 

Sidney stays close, watching your hands work to tie the ribbon into a large bow. “You know, I usually just sign jerseys for these things. I’m impressed by the amount of effort you’ve put into this. It’s going to look amazing on display at the gala.” 

A tiny smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, pride in what you’ve built blooming in your chest. 

“Well, if it’s going to a silent auction to benefit a charity, it needs to look like something someone might actually want to take home.” You say, pulling the knot tight and fluffing out the loops before giving it a final pat. “There. All don. Think you can handle carrying it?” 

Sidney lets out an amused chuckle, effortlessly slipping his hands through the basket’s handle and lifting it as if it weighed nothing. 

“I think I can manage.” 

Leading him back out into the bright afternoon light, you walk him all the way to the front door. He shifts the basket from one arm to the other, reaching out with his free hand to pull the door open. The brass bell above you chimes loudly. He stops on the threshold, turning back to look at you one last time. A gust of the cool autumn breeze catches the edges of his hair that is sticking out from under the brim of his hat. 

“It was really nice to meet you.” Sidney says, his voice quiet and calm as he holds eye contact with you. “Thanks for the basket too, it’s going to make a huge difference at the auction.” 

“I’m glad I could help.” You smile softly, your hands slipping into the pockets of your skirt. “It was nice to meet you too, good luck with the season.” 

Sidney gives you one more lingering look, the kind of look that makes you feel entirely exposed and seen in a way you’re not used to experiencing. With a smile, he turns and walks out the door and down the brick sidewalk towards his car parked at the end of the street, the basket pinned between his body and one large arm. 

You stand by the door for a moment, watching his broad shoulders walk away into the distance. Your fingers were still tingling from where they had brushed against his in the backroom of your store. When you finally walk back behind the cash wrap, your quiet bookstore suddenly felt a lot emptier than it had just twenty minutes earlier. 

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SIDNEY CROSBY BF HCS!

؎　sc87 x reader　 　՞՞　̆　sidcros is your totally not overworked hockey bf!　　̆◟𓏵ྀིྀ◞　hcs 　 وৎ　ᴗ ᴗ) 𓎟　ㅤㅤㅤᱽৎ i know EXACTLY who you are anon 🤣🤣 but i understand you because i MISS sidney.

ㅤㅤㅤᱽৎ definitely makes you wake up early with him because he says it’s healthy. you still end up falling asleep on the couch the second he’s out the door for the gym.

ㅤㅤㅤᱽৎ has been saving you a seat in the friends and family part of the stands since week two of you dating because he just rolls like that.

ㅤㅤㅤᱽৎ will go above and beyond to fulfill your wishes, no matter what they are. simple because, well he’s rich.

ㅤㅤㅤᱽৎ sidney is probably the most respectful man you’ve ever met. he would never do anything you don’t approve of, even if it doesn’t have anything to do with your relationship.

ㅤㅤㅤᱽৎ we all know sid is insanely superstitious. so, he will 100% believe the two of you meeting was destiny and he’ll come up with the most random superstition to do with you after doing it once and winning his game.

ㅤㅤㅤᱽৎ your shared apartment is full of mementos from dates you two have been on. partly because you wanted to keep them, but also because sidney is just so superstitious he believes something bad will happen if he gets rid of them.

ㅤㅤㅤᱽৎ watches highlight reels of his own on loop, trying to find his own mistakes. when you come and join him on the couch, even at the most absurd hours, he just tucks you under his arm and scratches your head until you fall asleep.

ㅤㅤㅤᱽৎ insists on everyone who enters your apartment to wear the fluffy slippers you picked out, no exceptions.

ㅤㅤㅤᱽৎ family skate day is his favorite of the entire year, simply because he can show you off — and maybe teach you a little skating on the side.

ㅤㅤㅤᱽৎ the first time you open his closet, you get jumpscared because there’s a dartboard with the flyers logo pinned to it, destroyed with dozens of dart holes.

ㅤㅤㅤᱽৎ gave you at least ten of his old pens shirts, just for you to wear to bed.

ㅤㅤㅤᱽৎ secretly loves when you turn up to a game with some corny poster like; SIDNEY, I KNOW YOU LOVE YOUR JOCKSTRAP… BUT DO YOU LOVE ME? (i’m sorry but if i saw that as an actual poster i fear id set it on fire.)