oh mon dieu

Welcome to my masterlist!

AO3

F1

Fernando Alonso:

It might be worth it for once

Do you dream of me? (cause you're a dream to me)

Late night shift

B-a-b-y, baby

I'm an Aston Martin

We'll pay the price, I guess

Lando Norris:

Text me first and I'll definitely text you back

Sergio Perez:

Illicit affairs

Carlos Sainz:

I'd rather have empty sheets than empty promises

Lance Stroll:

Sweet like tiramisu, bitter like coffee Part 1

Sweet like tiramisu, bitter like coffee Part 2

Sweet like tiramisu, bitter like coffee Part 3

Jour 1

NHL

Sidney Crosby:

Screw the Lady Byng

Dream girl Part 1

Dream girl Part 2

Dream girl Part 3

Dream girl Part 4

Dream girl Part 5

Dream girl Part 6

Dream girl Part 7

Dream girl Part 8

Dream girl Part 9

Dress

Still the one

What I used to call you

Just to be safe

Aleksander Barkov:

An autograph is fine, but your number would be better

Sidney Crosby x Reader

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A/N: this exact accident happened to me when i first got my license lol. At least the other driver was kind! I've promised myself since then that I will also be nice if something like that happens to me. Anyway, English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes, enjoy!

You did everything right. You followed your friend’s advice. She knew your location, you had taken your own car to go to this date, even if he had offered to pick you up, you had only drunk one glass of wine, so you’d have all your head. Everything was perfect.

“I had a lot of fun tonight, Sidney. Thank you for the dinner.” You smile warmly at your date. It’s true, this was definitely the best first date you had in a while, if not ever.

“I’m glad. I thought you’d like this place. But I still have a lot of other places I’d love to show you, if you’d like.” Sidney smiles at you, tentatively, almost shy. He’s testing the water to see if you’d like to go on another with him.

You smile could compete for the Sun when it comes to warming him. “Of course I’d like to. I’d love to, in fact.” He smiled, and you felt the hope that this turned into something more.

“Are you sure you’re going to be fine to drive back to your place?” He was helping you put on your coat.

“Oh yes, thank you. It’s only 20 minutes drive anyway.

“Okay. Let me at least walk you to your car.” There was a faint snow, and the air was just cold enough to bring you back to reality, in case you were tempted to ask him to go back to his place.

“A Mini Cooper, huh? Suits you.” He laughs and you lightly smack him on the arm.

“She’s cute! And practical. And, she’s a four wheel drive! She’s so so so so safe.” You cross your arms, ready to defend your car to death.

“Alright, alright, if you say so! Just text me when you get back home, okay?” He looks so cute, worrying for you.

The snow, the amazing evening, his cute expression, it’s all too much for you. You lean into your tiptoes, and press a soft kiss to his lips. “Alright, Sidney. Goodnight.”

If only you had accepted his ride.

Your bumper is for sure all messed up. There’s no way your headlights aren’t laying on the asphalt in a million pieces. You’ve just ran into a big truck. And it’s all your fault. The tears start pooling in your eyes.

You know you got do to something, but you don’t know what. Panic crashes into you in waves. You’ve lost all your senses. Pull over. Yeah, that’s what you have to do. In your hurry, you accidentally go back instead of forward. The only thing preventing you from crashing into the car behind is the loud honking sound coming from that same car.

You gather your senses and pull over in the parking lot of a shoe store next door, where the truck is already parked. You don’t even notice that another car is following you. You keep repeating the same words: “what am I going to do, what am I going to do, what am I going to do…”

You check your legs, your arms, your head. Your back feels strained, but other than that, you seem fine. With all your courage, you take a deep breath and leave your car, ready to face the other driver. Hopefully, they are kind and understanding.

“Are you fucking blind?” A man, probably in his mid-40s, shouts at you. He looks furious. Not kind. Got it.

“I’m sorry, it was an accident!” You stammer through the tears. His gaze still radiates fury. You just want to cry and call your dad.

“This is a brand-new fucking truck.  Do you seen what’ve you done?”

It’s true that you hadn’t looked closely at the damage. You peek through your tears. It’s worse than you thought. His entire passenger door is run through. The mental dented like a tin can, and it’s useless to mention that the paint job is ruined. You get his frustration, but it doesn’t change the fact that it was an accident. You hear a car door slamming in the distance.

“I’m so-oo-oooo-rry. I’m going to pay to get it fixed.” You sob into the night, praying that insurance will pay.

“Yeah, you better hope so, dumb bitch.” He raises his arm to scratch his head in disbelief, yet you still flinch. Instinctively, you back away a little from him. An angry man is standing in front of you, and you don’t want to end up on the news for something else than a minor car crash.

Yet your worries all fade away when you hear a reassuring voice next to you.

“Calm down. Don’t call her that. It was obviously an accident.” Sidney Crosby, like the hero he is, stands in front of you, confronting the fuming man.

The man seems to shrink in front of Sidney. He’s not starstruck. The heavy snow fall prevents him from clearly seeing the face of you savior. No, he’s calming down because another man is standing in his face, and he knows he won’t be able to intimidate or bully this one into paying or the damages like he was trying to do to you. It nearly worked.

“Who are you?” The man asks.

Sidney puts a protective arm around your waist. I’m her boyfriend. You have no business talking to her like that. Leave my girl alone.” His tone is dominating. You can’t help but love the overprotectiveness in his voice. Especially when he called you his girl.

It might be that the man finally noticed the expensive-looking car behind your Mini, or the athletic build of Sidney or even his face, but his eyes turned wide.

“Wait. Are you Sidney Crosby?”

“Yeah, I am. Does that change anything?” The whole demeanor of the guy changes.

“Of course it does! Sid the Kid! I’ve always been a fan. You saved the Penguins!” He’s fully enthusiastic now.

Sidney’s face is as cold as ever now.

“Well, it shouldn’t. Now, give her your number, but only for insurance purposes, mind you.” The other guys seem to have been hit by a cold wave. You feel bad for the poor dude, but then you remember of he yelled at you, and your empathy dissolves instantly.

“Uh yeah.” He scribbles his number in your phone while you add yours to his.

Sidney takes a look at the truck. “This is not that bad. There’s no need to call the cops for that. You can still drive.” The guy looks like he wants to protest, but one look from Sindey changes his mind.

Shyly, you add: “I’m very sorry.” A flash of anger crosses his eyes. But the guy manages to say “It’s fine” before getting in his truck and leaving.

You’re now alone in an empty parking lot with Sidney. The ambiance is still as romantic as it was thirty minutes ago, with the snow falling over your heads, but your awkwardness overpowers the cute moment.

You want to disappear underground. It was bad enough that you had an accident, now Sidney must think you were a bad driver.

“Thank you. So much. Like thank you thank you thank you thank you. I can never thank you enough. So thank you.” You’re rambling. You seem to finally feel the stress. The adrenaline must be wearing off. Suddenly, you’re exhausted. Your legs feel weak, your head spins.

Sidney puts his hands over your shoulder to steady you. “Why don’t we call a tow truck then wait for it in my car? We could also go to the hospital, just to be sure. How are you feeling?”

He gently leads you towards the passenger seat of his car. “Fine, I think. Shocked, mostly. I can’t believe I had a car crash. I’ve never had one before.” You can’t help but feel the tears pooling in your eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s all okay. You’re fine. That’s what’s important. The rest is just metal.”

You take a tissue out of your purse then lightly dab the tears away.

“I’m sorry that you had to see me like that.” You laugh a little, embarrassed.

“Your reaction is perfectly normal. Especially considering you were verbally attacked by a dumbass.” He tries to get a sincere laugh out of you with that, and it works. He smiles at you.

“Now, let me call the tow.”

While you wait for the tow truck, Sidney distracts you with stories of his own mishaps when he just learned how to drive, and other funny anecdotes from his teammates. It’s crazy that this is your first time meeting him in person, because you feel like you’ve known him a lifetime.

But the sight of your broken-down Mini leaving on that big truck reminds you of everything that’s happened. Sidney notices your change of expression.

He seems shy all the sudden. “Hey, uh, I know this might come across as bold, but I swear all my intentions are noble. Would you like to, maybe, come over to my place tonight. I just wouldn’t feel good, leaving you all alone in your apartment. You’re fine now, but what if you need someone later? I’ll give you your own bedroom, it’s not like that, I swear I just want to make sure you’re okay.” It’s his turn to ramble.

The worry in his voice melts your negative emotions away. You smile at him, then lean down to kiss him. He’s surprised by that.

“Um, you’ve might have misunderstood me, but I’m not asking you to sleep at my place for something in return. I just want to make…” You shut him up with another kiss.

“I know what you mean, Sidney. I never go home with a guy on the first date… But I think I’ll make an exception. For safety reasons, of course.” You accentuate the last part with another kiss, a little slower and needy, this time.

You two smile at each other, and somehow, you know this is not the last time you will share a kiss with him in his car.

Aleksander Barkov x Reader

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A/N: Had to give the captain to the winners of the Stanley cup some love. English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes, enjoy!

He hasn’t done this often. Never, actually.

Aleksander Barkov wasn’t the type to have a one-night stand. He liked long conversations, walks on the beach, dinner dates and a chaste kiss on the first date. He liked getting to know the woman before knowing all her sweet spots, and he needed a few dates for that. Only then would he allow himself to drop the gentleman act.

You were the one to say “Wanna go back to my place?”, and he was surprised when he heard his own hoarse voice say “Yeah, of course.” He thinks if you would have asked him for a ring or a million dollars, his answer would’ve been the same. There was no way he’d be able to resist you.

He first spotted you dancing without a care in the world, near the dancefloor. Your friends were lingering on the edge of the moving crowd, and you kept trying to pull them in, but they wouldn’t budge. Aleksander was nursing a beer while his friend was at the bar. He was watching you, amused at your determination. His friend was chatting up to a girl. To each their entertainment.

Finally, you gave up on your friends and you made your way to the middle of the dancefloor. He kept an eye on you. You were a much too pretty prey for the rowdy boys with their backward hat and touchy hands. You were like a ballerina in a sea of circling sharks. What kind of a man would he be if he left you all alone like that?

This was more a dive bar than anything, nothing like the fancy clubs he was usually dragged to by his teammates. He liked the atmosphere, the rugged patrons, the eclectic décor. He was a stranger hiding with the usual crowd, yet no one cared.

Still, this was a Saturday night, and the sticky floor was getting stickier by the hour, as the bar filled up with college students on vacation, looking for a cheap drink and some fun. You were probably from that crowd.

You had found a few girls to dance with, but Aleksander barely noticed them. Your body was the only thing on his mind. Your hips were swaying to a throwback hit from the 2000s, your hands were lifting your hair to the beat, separating your top even further from your low-rise jeans. He only had access to the front of you for a few seconds, each time you spun around, but the background view was more than enough. Your jeans highlighted your perfect ass, and he could see a peak of your lance panties under the little strip of skin between your jeans and your top. Your little dancing, the smile that illuminated your face when you danced, the faint buzz of the alcohol in his veins; it was all too much, and he had to do something about it.

He saw you head to the bar to grab a refreshment, and he knew that this was a sign that he had to speak to you. Aleksander beelined to the bar before you could make your way out there, so it wouldn’t be too obvious. Or so he thought.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, you’ve been looking at me all night. Should I be scared or turned on?”

He gasped a little interiorly. He hadn’t expected you to be so direct. He thought he was being subtle, but maybe the adoration in his eyes showed more than he thought. “Oh, umm, I don’t know. I don’t want to look like a creep. You looked so beautiful out there, I had to look. I’m sorry.”

You smiled sweetly. “Don’t be, it was very flattering, actually. Should I assume you made your way to the bar to talk to me, or was it a coincidence that we got there at the same time?” You had to go on your tippytoes to talk to him, and he had to bend down so you could access his ear, since the music was loud. Aleksander had an electric shock every time he felt your hot breath on him.

He laughed, embarrassed. “I thought I was being subtle about it. Guess not. So, what drink should I buy you?”

“Umm, let me think. I want both of us to drink a Long Island iced tea, so we can get the conversation going, and I also want two shots of tequila, one for me and one for you, because my plan is to drag you on the dancefloor after, and I think we might need a little help.” You grinned, and he couldn’t help but smile at you. In the span of a few minutes, you had completely charmed him. He couldn’t imagine a time when he didn’t know you.

He obeyed your wishes and ordered your drinks, as requested. He paid, of course, and you made your way to an isolated table.

You introduced yourself to each other, but he was having a hard time answering basic questions, because he could feel your ankle trying to link itself to his underneath the table, all while actively trying to avoid looking at your cleavage. Yes, your eyes were beautiful, and he was trying his hardest to be respectful, but the faint lace of your bar peaking through was calling his name. Little did he know, you were readjusting your top in hopes that he would look. It was a game of will-he/won’t he, and you were having fun playing.

Finally, the last of the cocktail was drunk and the familiar burn of the shot was shared by both of you after downing the tequila. Aleksander wasn’t a confident dancer, but the alcohol helped, and so did your sweet smile. Anyway, he didn’t have a choice, because in seconds, his hand was in yours and he was the middle of the crowd, dancing to an upbeat song.

Soon, your wrists were locked behind his neck, and his hands were on your waist. Your hips were swaying to the beat, occasionally grinding on him. You were having the time of your life, and so was he. You both had forgotten about your friends. He had never felt this need so suddenly with anyone else before. If he could have, he would’ve taken you right there, right now. He had to control his needs while you kept getting closer and closer to his body. Every part of him was on fucking fire.

You yelled “Oh my god, this is my favourite song!” when Since U Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson stared playing. It was so endearing to see you scream the lyrics to the world. Nearing the end of the song, you looked directly at him, then you roared one of the last lines: “I get what I want!”. Aleksander was totally unprepared for what would come next.

You grabbed him by the collar. “I want you!” Then, your lips crashed on his.

This was no ordinary make out. It was the kiss of a lifetime. The rest of the crowd didn’t exist, and neither did the world. The only thing that mattered was your lips on his, and the way your fingers were grabbing his hair while his were digging in your skin. Nothing could have separated him from you. Except maybe these words: “Wanna come back to my place?”

Yeah, Aleksander wasn’t the type to do one-night stands, but he would disregard his morals in seconds when it came to you.

Fernando Alonso x Reader

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A/N: A year ago, I posted my first ever fic. It was an Alonso x Reader fic, inspired by the song Slut! by Taylor Swift. This is an hommage to that first fic. If you're reading this with a fic in your draft, do it. Post the fic. It will be worth it :) English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes, enjoy!

You’re tipsy, but the fun kind of tipsy. The world is spinning like a disco ball and you’re shining like one. The alcohol makes you smile big and you’re one drink away from confessing your deepest secrets to perfect strangers. In other words, this is a good night.

Anyone who is in the F1 world is at this party. Anyone who is trying to be anyone is also there, meaning you’re surrounded by wannabe influencers and new-money rich finance bros. These guys buy you drinks, so they’re the one you’re targeting with a subtle (or not so subtle) eyelashes batting moment. So far, it has gotten you one shot.

You get blinded by the flash of a camera. For once, you’re having your picture taken instead of the other way around. But there’s no reason to complain. Being a F1 photographer has been an absolute dream come true. You get to travel the world’s hottest places, take pictures of handsome drivers, all while getting paid (and sometimes laid) to do what you love. You hope the picture looks good.

It's true, you’ve had a bit of fun along the way. There was that millionaire’s son in Shanghai, the chef from your hotel in Belgium and some that you still sigh when thinking about them. It’s been fun, but there’s one guy you want, and it’s impossible.

Fernando Alsonso. His tan skin, his greying hair and the smooth way he talks; this man’s gotten you head over heels. The sun always seems to be hotter when he’s around.

In photography classes, they didn’t teach you how to stop your hands from shaking when taking a picture, but it’s a necessary skill to have when photographing a Spanish stud. It’s a wonder he doesn’t notice, but he must not pay enough attention to you to notice.

You lie to yourself by saying that he only reason you haven’t made a move is because of your job. But that’s not true. No man should be hot enough to risk a job for, but unfortunately, he is. No, the reason you haven’t made a move is because you’re a coward.

Seducing a man you’re not even remotely interested in? Done. A guy you have to take off your glasses to look at? Your number is in his phone already. But when a man interests you? No way.

You’ve tried all the usual tricks, at work and during F1 functions. He may have noticed you a little more when you let your hair down, when your updo unravelled because of the wind in Montreal. It’s not a coincidence that you now let your hair loose, most days.

Anyway. The party is still raging. Some of your bosses are there, so this is not the time to act foolish. Your job is too important to you to risk it by getting drunk in front of the wrong person, or by confessing that you wake up in soaked sheets in the middle of the night, thinking about the grid’s oldest driver.

It’s those tan arms that do it for you. They would be perfect locked around your waist. He’s so charming, it hurts. You live to get a shot of his smile, and not just because they are the pictures that sell the most.

And he’s actually so nice, too. He poses for every photoshoot without complaining and he goes out of his way to compliment your work. How could you not fall?

You’re standing at the bar, and there’s a man next to you. He’s terribly boring, but you put on the biggest fake smile while he pays for a martini for you. You say a silent prayer in your head, hoping that someone or something will make the man go away, now that you’ve got your drink. Unfortunately, he’s tenacious.

It might be in your head, but you’re pretty sure the music stops for a sec when Fernando Alonso enters the club. You actually need to grab the bar to keep your balance. Shamelessly, you soak up the sight of the gorgeous, respectful man walking in. You have to remind yourself not to drool, and not to forget the (less hot) man next to you.

You can’t take your eyes off him, but the other guy keep asking for you attention, and you regretfully set your gaze on him instead. Boooooooring.

A deep voice with a thick Spanish accent greets you.

“Hello there, Chiqui.” You could recognize this voice through a crowd like no other. It’s full of warmth, and that’s the voice you want to hear screaming your name or saying good morning to you in bed.

The pulse of your heart sounds like a tambourine contest in your head. You try to contain the butterflies in your tummy while slowly turning around wearing a picture-perfect smile and hearts in your eyes.

“Hello there, Fernando. How are you?” He’s so beautiful, you could cry. If only you had your camera.

“Better now that I’ve seen you.” Surprisingly, he pulls you in to kiss both of your cheeks but doesn’t pull away before whispering a few soft words in your ear: “You look so good, chiqui.” Does he know that he’s almost killing you? His words, the smell of his cologne, it’s all too much.

Blushing, you answer shyly. “Thank you, you look handsome. I wish I had my camera with me.” Fernando smiles and puts his hand over your arm and slowly rubs circles with his thumb. You’re so surprised, your nervous system takes a screenshot. Why he is so flirty tonight? That guy who bought you a drink? Yeah, he left ages ago, knowing he doesn’t stand against the hot Spaniard.

“At work, I look at you because I have to look at the camera, but tonight, you don’t have a camera, and I still can’t keep my eyes off you.” You almost falter at the declaration. He’s a 100% serious, too. He’s never been so bold before. Years of pining after him still haven’t prepared you for the appropriate answer, so you answer like an idiot.

“Are you drunk?” Fernando roars in laughter at your comment and your eyes bulging out of your face. His hand still rubbing your arm brings you back to reality.

“Not, I’m not. Drunk on you, maybe. I haven’t had anything to drink tonight, actually. It’s all you.” Suddenly, he pulls you closer. You’re mere inches away from his face, and he’s even more beautiful up close in real life than when you edit his pictures. Your pupils are so dilated, they look like they could burst. Fernando stares at your lips like a starved man. You breathing hitches, your back arches, your nerves are on fire.

“What’s happening, Fernando?” You can’t help licking your lips, and he brushes his thumb over them.

“I’ve wanted you for so long. It might be the party, or how good you look, but tonight, I can’t resist anymore. Please, I need you so bad. Can I kiss you?” He looks so distraught, so weak, so desperate.

Slowly, you nod without breaking eye contact. Then, his lips are on you.

It’s a kiss full of need, it almost feel like an adolescent make out. His lips align so well with yours. Air is optional during this activity. You must never break contact.

In the back of your head, a voice is screaming your job, your job, your job. Especially since anyone can see you. But then his arms are around your waist, your wrist are locked behind his neck, and his tongue is meeting yours, and you’ve forgotten everything except his name.

The annoying voice reminds you of your bosses possibly seeing you, and you can’t help but pull away, gasping. But Fernando doesn’t let you go entirely.

“We can’t do this, Fernando. But I want to, so badly, I promise. I’ve wanted you for so long, too.  But I love this job too much, and I can’t risk it. I might lose my job. Oh God, I’m going to lose my job!” A million thoughts are running in your head.

He pulls you in a reassuring hug. “You’re not going to lose your job, chiqui, I’ll make sure of that. Besides, you’re too good of a photographer. Never in a million years will the team want to part from you.” He softly caresses your hair.

His words make you feel a little bit better. You’re too stunned by the kiss to form coherent thoughts, but your lips are begging for more.

“Thank you. This was too hot, Fernando. I wish we could do more. But we can’t. Actually, I can’t. You’ll always keep your job, but I might not.”

“What if I promise you you’ll still have a job? Please, trust me.” It feels so good to know the lengths he’s ready to go too just to get more of you. But your conscience still takes you

“Please, believe me, it’s not from a lack of desire. I’ve wanted you for years. I’m desperate for this, too. But a good fuck is not worth losing my dream job, no matter how good the fuck would be.” You both daydream of what it would be like to take the other to bed before he starts begging again.

He’s whispering in your ear, his hands are trailing your body. He knows your weaknesses.

“Please, please, please. I’ll offer you a job myself if you were to lose yours, but I promise you it will never happen.” He’s so sincere, and your lips act again your will, and suddenly, you’re giving him a short, soft kiss.

“I’m very sorry Fernando. But I can’t. Not now.” His eyes light up.

“Not now? Does that mean you’re keeping a door open for the future?” He’s so kind. He’s trying to be friendly to make you feel better. You laugh. He found a flaw in your reasoning.

“Maybe. In the meantime, don’t worry, you will still be the hero of my dreams.” You wink at him. He chuckles. You’re glad things still seem good between the two of you. Not every guy in his position would have taken rejection so well, even if your rejection basically came with a declaration.

He flashes you the most beautiful you’ve ever seen from him, but also from the thousands of people you’ve ever photographed.

Fernando takes your manicured hand, pulls it to his lips, and leaves a soft kiss on top.

“This isn’t over, chiqui. You’ll succumb to your desire soon. I know I did.”

And he leaves you all alone at the bar, full of desire and questions. You miss his lips already. You don't even care if someone saw you. His kiss might be worth it, for once.

The world keeps spinning, yet nothing is the same. It won't ever be the same anymore.

Sidney Crosby x Reader

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A/N: Sidney Crosby in Montreal. Playing where his favourite team as a kid plays. That's it. That's the whole inspiration behind this. English isn't my first language, apologies for the mistakes! Enjoy!

A faint halo lights up the whole crowded bar. A girl in a short dress is dancing, and Sidney wonders why no one else is blinded by the sun wearing high heels. There’s a faint buzz in his head from the beers he’s had, but nothing could make him turn away.

The girl looks like she could explode from happiness. She throws her head back in laughter, then illuminates the room once more with a smile. She’s definitely the sun incarnated, because Sid can’t help but gravitate towards her.

Then he sees the girl jump into the arms of another man, and he remembers. He remembers everything.

You’re not his anymore. You haven’t been his in a very, very long time. Well, officially. In Sid’s mind, you’ll always be his girl, but he knows that’s just the jealousy talking. He takes a sip of his beer, and the condensation dripping helps him cool off a little.

Deep down, he knows that jealousy or anger are not the leading emotions in this situation. It hurts less to pretend they are.

Sadness is taking over him in waves, and he wishes he would choke on it, just to bring him back to reality. Somewhere far away, someone is screaming his name, but he doesn’t know who, and he doesn't care to find out. Because you’ve just noticed him.

If this was a movie and he was the director, you would slam your drink on the table and give your purse to your friend then throw yourself into his arms. You two would hug for a few seconds, then have a staring contest. The whole room would disappear. Sidney would give you a chaste kiss, which you would then deepen. Finally, after a few minutes or hours, he would manage to say: “Want to come to my place?” The sex would be phenomenal. He’d have his hand on your thigh the whole drive, his fingers slowly pulling the seam of your dress up. He wouldn’t even be on park yet that your seatbelt would be unfasten, your lips on his neck. Sidney would pull you up and make you straddle him while praising your whole existence. In a frenzy, you would manage to get inside and make your way over to his bedroom, where you would be reunited with the familiar sheets, the blanket you bought him, the mirror you used to fuck in front of. Sidney would worship you all night long and keep you forever. Everything would go back to what it was.

Except that’s not what happens. Instead, you try to hide your shock with a quick sip of your drink, but you can’t quite manage it. Instead, you give Sid a shy wave, but make no move to get closer to him. You smile, and Sid’s heart drop in his chest, because he knows your smiles, and this the friendly one. It’s not the “I love you so much” smile or the “You turn me on so much right now” smile that you used to rock around him. The music is loud, but Sidney hears your friend trying to gain your attention back, but your eyes never leave his. Slowly, your smile fades. A whole love story happens during that stare. It’s full of memories and words you both wished you hadn’t said and some you should’ve said more. There’s a glimpse of that time when you surprised him at his game, or when he sent you a long love letter, but there’s also flashes of endless phone calls filled with tears when the distance was unbearable.

Sidney wants to fill the gap between your two bodies, but this is not what neither of you need right now. He thinks he sees a few tears in the corner of your eyes, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't close to choking up, and only a few seconds have passed.

Somehow, he manages to be strong for you and gives you a small smile. You smile through the tears and laugh a little while wiping your misty eyes. A thousand words have been exchanged in an instant. That scene in La La Land? Yeah, that’s what it feels like.

“Want another drink, sunshine?” A man puts his arms over your waist and instead of pushing him away like Sid expects, you lean into his touch. Just like that, he has lost all your attention. Your eyes are now full of adoration, but for another man.

Sunshine. That’s what he always used to called you. He used to joke that you couldn’t come too close to the ice, or else it would melt. His vocabulary was made up of puns all related to you being hot or illuminating.

From this whole encounter, that’s what hurts the most. He should be the one using your special nickname, the one to snake his arms around you, the one to give your ass a little squeeze and buying you all the drinks you want.

It seems like you’ve built a whole life for yourself after your relationship with Sidney, while for him, there’s only a before you, or a during you, but never an after.

The man kisses the top of your head and leads you towards the bar. At least, you turn back to look at Sidney, and for a millisecond, your connexion from earlier is back. Your body is getting away from him, but your eyes tell a whole other message.

Finally, you two share one last smile, and somehow, Sidney knows it’s the last he’ll be seeing from you in a while. There may be a coffee date in the future, after you encounter each other by chance in a mall or restaurant, when you only have enough time to say hello but not to catch up, but this will only happen in a couple of years.

Sidney follows your silhouette with his gaze until he can’t tell which shadow is yours and pays his tab. He drives back to his place, alone, and everything feels too dark, too lonely. He makes a mental note to buy vitamin D and book a vacation somewhere warm when he can.

Aleksander Barkov x Reader

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A/N: Idk how but I wrote the reader in the third person, I'm very sorry! Anyway, English isn't my first language, hope you enjoy!

Gosh, she was pretty. All soft smiles and reddish cheeks, eyes sparkling. She looked so gorgeous, but Sasha knew the jumbotron wasn’t doing her justice.

The young popstar of the moment. Of course, he had heard her songs on the radio, but he hadn’t paid attention to the singer behind them until he was informed she would be meeting the team before the game. A quick google search of her name and he was suddenly driving to Amerant Bank Arena with her songs blasting through the speakers.

She was shyly waiving to the camera, and Sasha couldn’t keep his eyes off her. He hadn’t felt like this since he was a teenager. In this case, the singer nearly was a teenager. She had to be at least 5 years younger than him.

The crowd was going wild while her song was playing. He had to remind himself to focus on the game on multiple occasions. He kept replaying their interaction in his head.

“Hey guys, I’d like you all to give a warm welcome to someone who’s very excited to meet you, the newest princess of pop!” announced the Panther’s PR manager.

“Hello everyone!” The beauty walked in, dressed in jeans and a Cats’ jersey. Probably like all the other players, he hoped she was wearing his name on the back. They were all staring in awe, to starstruck by the gorgeous girl who had just entered their dressing room. Some rookies even elbowed each other.

Finally, a chorus of “hey” and “hello” echoed. A young defenseman went forward.

“Sup’. I like your songs.” She let out a nervous chuckle.

“Aw, thanks. I like you guys. I actually love hockey!” Everyone seemed to like her even more.

“Are you a Panthers’ fan at least?” someone asked. She bit her lip and looked away, shifting from one foot to the other, her hands behind her back.

“Umm… Next question please?” Multiple protests were heard. The pop star laughed. “Alright, alright guys! I’ll admit that my loyalty belongs to another team. Wait, don’t kick me out! My favourite player since forever is on your team!” Her arms were in the air, to show peace.

“Well, who is it then?” asked a rookie, probably believing it was him, since he was currently trending on social media for his good looks, and since he was close to her age.

She blushed slightly. “I can’t tell you guys! I don’t want to make anyone jealous. Let me tell you this, though. I’m wearing his name on my back.”

The next scene would be engraved in his brain forever. Like the performer that she is, she made a show of slowly turning her back to them, her hips and hair swaying. It was captivating to see her move. Her jeans fit her ass perfectly, her long hair hiding the back of the jersey. It seemed like every guy held his breath. Finally, she whipped her hair around. Sasha roared interiorly when he saw “Barkov” in capital letters. Many guys hit him on the shoulders and a few wolf-whistle were heard. Finally, she faced them again, laughing, then winked at Sasha. All he could do was give her a small smile and hope she was into shy guys.

When it was time to get a picture, she immediately stood next to Sasha.

“Guys, I love you all, but after the group picture, can I please get one with my favourite player?” Sasha just felt so fucking proud in that moment. He exchanged a quick, shy smile with the young singer, then positioned himself closer to her body then he needed to. He could smell her sweet perfume, a mix of vanilla and jasmine. God, she was perfect.

Before he got the chance to pull away, she got on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear: “I think you’re really cute. I hope you slide into my DMs after the game.”

All he felt was shocked, and a wave of heat and… were those butterflies? He didn’t even get a chance to answer before she was waving to the rest of the team.

“Good luck, guys! I’ll be cheering for you. Especially for you, Barkov!”

He was screwed. He wanted to have his best game, to impress her, but instead, he could only look at her through the glass. How he wished he was bold enough to make a move. If she gave him a chance, he would be the best man there ever was. She could write love songs about him and the way he would worship her every single day of his life. An entire album could be dedicated to how good he'd take care of her.

Sasha thought she might be interested. There was a chance she could like him for more than just his hockey skills, right? Because he also got hickey skills, and he would be more than happy to show her.

He had to think this through. First, he had to get through the game without embarrassing himself more than he already had with how poorly he played in the first two periods. Next, he had to find a way to talk to her. She deserved more than a simple “hey “on Insta. He hadn’t totally figured out that part yet because before any of this, he needed build the confidence to make a move. That was the tricky part.

Sasha had a newfound motivation for the rest of the game. He pulled through in the last period and scored a goal. He even felt bold enough to point his stick to the young popstar in the stands. Of course, everyone picked on it and the crowd cheered, since this was far from his usual modest celebrations. It’s not everyday that their captain dedicated a goal to a celebrity.

The game ended with a win from the Panthers. Somehow, Sasha ended up first star of the game. While he was doing the interview on the ice, he noticed from the corner of his eye that her section was now nearly empty, and the girl he had daydreamed about during the entire game had left.

Gutted, he returned to the dressing room, upset that he had missed his chance.

That was until his phone made a faint noise. It was a request for a DM with a blue little check mark next to it.

I know you just finished to play, but I can’t wait to see if you do slide in my DMs, so I’m doing it instead. Hope it’s ok :)

Sidney Crosby x Reader

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A/N: I'm on winter break, so that means I finally have time to write! Here's a little something.This story is set during the 2006 Olympics. English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes, enjoy!

“I knew I’d find you here.”

It’s a chilly Saturday morning, and it is entirely too cold and early for you to be drinking a slurpy in your hometown mall small food court. Cherry flavour, as usual, since you like the taste and the tint it leaves on your lips and tongue.

The straw makes an odd sound as you slurp the last of your drink. Real smooth.

In front of you stands a vision of a man. Sidney Crosby, back in Rimouski during Olympic break. Your heart starts beating fast. Suddenly, the brain freeze from your slurpy is not cold at all. Your cheeks turn as red as your tongue. What a sight to see.

He’s dressed in a grey hoodie under a black coat. Black pants, Pirates’ hat on, sunglasses over it; this Sidney Crosby is trying to go unnoticed. Has he forgotten where he is?

“How come?” You try to keep your cool but fail miserably. He just casually sits in front of you. Gosh, he looks good.

“Well, midterms are coming up, and whenever you have to study all day, you go to the mall early, so you can grab lunch and not be bothered by your family.”

Oh, how he knows you. Or at least, used to.

You fail at hiding a smile. “I think you have a calling for divination, kid, not hockey.” You are a month older than him, and it means the world to you.

Then you look at him, really look at him. He has changed a lot in the few months since you last saw him. He seems older, more mature. Seems like his time in Pittsburgh has made him more than just even more fit. He still has those boyish features you adore, but they have faded over time. His eyes are so beautiful, and you wish you could get closer to him to admire them, just like you used to do before kissing him, a lifetime ago.

Your heart breaks just a little. If only.

He looks away, suddenly shy, or intimated, or hurt. “How are you?”

Is this how it’s going to be? Are you really going to make small talk to him? Why doesn’t he talk about the weather instead?

“I’m good, really good. Everything is fine, as usual.”

“How are your parents?” Gosh, is this Pride & Prejudice? Has his ability to communicate been reduced to match Mr Darcy’s?

“They’re great. My mom’s been asking about you. She is worried for you. So is my dad. They’re both basically glued to the TV whenever you play.” Sidney smiles, but it quickly fades.

“How about you? Are you watching me on TV?” His eyes are suddenly hopeful. Your heart aches, and you avoid his gaze. Deep down, he knows the answer is no. It doesn’t make it less painful.

After a few seconds, you lock eyes with Sidney. You put on a brave face. “Hey, want to go for a drive? I’m sick of studying. We can pick up some Tim Hortons on the way and eat it in a parking lot.” Like we used to, you want to add.

His smile is back on. “My treat.” You put your books in your bag, and he picks it up and wears it over his shoulder.

Sidney puts the sunglasses back on. You smirk, and he picks up on it. “What’s so funny?”

“This isn’t Pittsburgh, you know. Rimouski used to be your home. These people know you. Yeah, you’re a celebrity, but you’re also kind of family around here. Sunglasses or not, they could spot you from a mile away. But they also know that you’re here on break, and they respect that, at least most of them.” You’re walking side by side through the mall, and he looks at you sideways.

“You’re right. I’m just used to life in Pittsburgh, that’s all.” A cold wave floods your veins, and Sidney knows he said the wrong thing. You continue walking in silence.

The pair of you finally get to your car, and your beat-up Honda Civic suddenly seems so small. You get a hundred déja vus at the same time.

“The place hasn’t changed” he jokes, and everything is back to normal once again.

You still know his order by heart. The cashier smiles. This is a scene she used to play many times a week only a year ago. He adds a box of Timbits, then pays. You thank him and go back to the car and drive away. You don’t know why, but you’re nervous.

Your subconscious makes you drive to the parking lot where you first slept together, back when you didn’t want people to know.

As soon as you put the car to park, the air changes. There’s a silence, but it isn’t awkward. It’s filled with I wish things were like before and why did you change them then?

“How are you, really?” You finally ask.

“I’m good. Yeah, things are great." His smile falters. "Actually, no, they’re not, but they’re supposed to be, so I pretend they are.” He lets out a nervous chuckle. “I feel so much pressure and everyone expects so much from me, and I’m constantly worried about messing everything up, and it’s all a little too much, and I miss home, and I miss you.” He lets out a deep sigh and looks up the roof, his dark hair ruffled by the headrest, eyes closed. You’re not sure if he realizes what he just said. It was probably an accident. He is obviously very overwhelmed, and not thinking straight. Still, your heart skips many beats.

You can help but to cup his face with your hand, and softly caress his cheeks with your thumb. You’re not so bold as to put a hand through his hair, though you know that’s what Sidney needs.

“Sid, nobody expects you to be perfect except yourself. I feel like you’re on the edge of breaking down. You’re doing so well, and even if you weren’t, you have so much time to become great, and we’ll always be proud of you. Gosh, I always wear your jersey during game nights, even though I cried a million tears when I received it by mail, when you hadn’t called in a month, and I resented you so much. Whether you’re good or not, I’d betray the Habs a thousand times for you, and that’s saying something. Just give it a little time, and Pittsburgh’s going to be your home, and your jersey will be up in the rafters.” You take a deep breath. That last sentence hurts, but you just hope it cheered him up.

He turns his head to face you. He looks so vulnerable, and you’re reminded why you fell in love with him in the first place.

Without even thinking, Sidney crashes his lips on yours, your eyes shut, and your hands are in his hair while his are on your waist. Immediately, you deepen the kiss, and it’s like it’s last year all over again. His tongue starts tasting like cherries too, with a hint of sugar from the donuts. You wish you could stay like this forever but unfortunately for you, you come back to your senses.

“I have a boyfriend!” You blurt out.

Confused, Sidney pulls away. “What?”

“I’ve only been with him since January!” Like that somehow makes it better. The guilt is nearly overwhelming. You wouldn’t wish being cheated on to your worst enemy, if you ever had one.

“How come I didn’t know?” Sidney looks devastated. His words are innocent enough, but they start an avalanche of anger and resentment inside of you.

“Well how was I supposed to let you know, Sidney? Was I meant to write you a letter? Oh right, I don’t even have your new address! What about a phone call? Well you haven’t bothered with calling me, so why should I? You don’t get to blame me without taking a long hard look in the mirror, Sidney Crosby. Do you know how many nights I fell asleep crying, wondering why you wouldn't talk to me?” Now, it’s an ocean of frustrated tears running down your cheeks, your mascara staining them. You wipe them with the back of your hands.

“Gosh, do you even know how much I loved you? If you love me like I loved you, this situation would be entirely different. Instead, here I am, cheating on a boyfriend I don’t even love but that I keep around because he’s a distraction, but he’s not you and it kills me!” You gasp at your own cruel words. The tears start flowing again, and they don’t stop, because you’re so ashamed of yourself.

Your words are only partially true, and definitely not fair to him.

Sidney just looks at you, too stunned to speak, but he shakes himself and pull you close to him in one of those hugs that you miss so much. He rubs your back while you cry your heart out on his shoulder, probably staining his hoodie at the same time.

“I’m so sorry, my love. I’m so, so, so sorry.” He repeats the words like a prayer. Maybe if he says them enough, you’ll forgive him.

Against your better judgement, you let him soothe you. You wish your resentment wasn’t fading with every touch.

Eventually, you pull away, but only for a short while, because you furiously put your mouth on his. The windows quickly fogs up.

“Let’s go in the backseat.” Obediently, he nods.

Frantically, you straddle him, and both of your shirts are immediately off. He quickly unhooks your bra, and he splits the task of taking care of your tits between his mouth and hand. Your back arches because you have longed for his touch for months, and it feels like coming home.

He worships your body, still knowing it by heart. Mentally, he takes pictures of it, because who knows when he is going to get to see it again?

“What’s his name?” Sidney asks against your neck, breathless.

“What?” You’re confused, and his hand on your thigh isn’t helping.

“Your boyfriend. What’s his name?” The question makes sense now. So does the sudden tightness of his hands on your body. That boy is jealous.

“Nathan. You know him. He’s friend with some of our friends. I’m sure you’ve seen him before.” He grunts and you both pause to take off your pants.

“The blond guy who always looked at you? He should know that you’re mine.” His mouth is possessive on yours.

“Used to be. Used to be yours.” At the same time, you feel him inside of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your pleasure is heightened by the sounds he makes.

“Screw that. I messed up. You’ll always be mine. I love you too much to ever let you go.” His tender words send you over the edge. You come while chanting his name, then fall helplessly against his bare shoulder. It doesn’t take him long to finish too.

You both lay against each other for what feels like hours.

"Earlier, you said you loved me. Was the past tense intentional?" You know what he is subtly asking.

"Of course not. I still love you, Sid."

Sidney gives you a soft kiss then grabs the box of Timbits.

You put one in your mouth. “I can’t believe I now belong to the cheaters. This isn’t me. Only you could make me do something like this, Sid.” You softly sigh. He delicately runs his fingers through your hair.

“I’m sorry for that, baby. I hope you don’t regret this.”

You turn to look at him. “Sidney, I could never regret this. When it comes to you, I would do anything for crumbs of your affection. It’s embarrassing, really.” You laugh at little, shy.

“It’s really not. I look for you every time I see a colourful scarf, and I look for you in the stands after every goal, but I’m reminded you’re not there, and so I buy myself a cherry slurpy to get a taste of your lips.” His arms tighten around you, and you snuggle into him, eyes closed.

“Those words are going to hurt me for a lifetime. Every time you’re not there, in fact. It hurts, having to see your face everywhere. I’m constantly haunted by what we could have been.” It was scary, exposing your heart to him like that, knowing he could shatter it in an instant.

There was a flash of hurt in his eyes. “Remember when I asked you to try out long distance, and you flat out refused? You were convinced it was not going to work. You had no faith in me. Do you think I’m not haunted by that?” Now it was your turn to wince.

Of course, you still remember the cruel words you threw at him. It was like you did everything in your power to make him believe your relationship had a deadline. You didn’t give him a chance.

“It doesn’t matter now. What’s done is done. In a few minutes, we’ll put back our clothes, and I’ll drive you to your car. We’ll say bye and pretend none of this happened. I’ll go back to my boyfriend; you’ll go back to Pittsburgh. Eventually, all of this will be a distant memory. Eventually, we will be fine.” The words hurt.

He protests immediately. “What if we don’t forget? I don’t want you to go back to anyone else. I don’t want to go back to Pittsburgh knowing you’re with someone else.” He grabs your face. “We didn’t even try. You have to give us a chance.” Sid’s words shock you.

“Sidney, you can’t be serious.” He flinches, and you know you’ve hurt him.

“Do you truly have no faith in me?” He looks so vulnerable; it makes you want to cry.

“Of course I have faith in you, Sidney. I love you too much not to. But I also know that I might not survive another breakup.”

“Why are you already assuming this won’t work? I truly believe our love is stronger than a few hundred kilometers between us. I’ll call you everyday, I swear. Your school break is coming up, I could fly you to Pittsburgh, and I’ll visit you whenever we play the Habs. I’ll write you a letter everyday, if you want me to. You only have to trust me. That’s all I’m asking you. Along with, will you be my girlfriend again, even though it feels like you never stopped being mine?”

This was the sincerest declaration of love you had ever heard. If you had doubts about whether he loved you or not, they were now gone. You loved him, he loved you. What could go wrong?

“In my head, you never stopped being mine either. I could fool myself into thinking I could ever love somebody else, but it’s impossible. Of course I'll be your girlfriend, Sid.” As cheesy as it looked, there were some happy tears in your eyes. You heard him let out a sigh of relief before pulling you close to him.

You held onto Sidney like a lifeline.

“I want to take you on a date” You giggle like a lovesick fool at his request.

“Okay, mon coeur. But there’s something I have to do first.”

“What is it?”

Sidney Crosby x Reader

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A/N: This is it guys, the final part! Thank you so much for all your support. I had no intentions of ever turning the daydreams I had of Sidney Crosby into actual words, let alone a serie, but this is all thanks to you. I hope you enjoy the last part as much as I did while writing it!

Sidney was on fucking fire. This goal was his third point of the night, and this was an important game. The Penguins’ spot in the playoffs was now secured. The crowd in Pittsburgh was roaring and jumping out off the seats and the second period wasn’t even over yet. It just felt fucking good to be alive. The goal was nice, but it wasn’t the only reason Sid was celebrating.

No, there was someone special in the crowd chanting out his name, and that changed everything. Of course, it was you. Not only were you screaming out his name just like you would again later tonight in his bed, but you were wearing his last name on your back. That, ladies and gents, was a damn good motivator for him.

As soon as he spotted you in the crowds during warmups, he knew that he would get first star of the game. You played the part of the WAG so well, blowing him kisses every time he was near and cheering him on. He nearly tripped because you smiled at him. It was like being back in high school, knowing his crush was there. He had to impress her, so she’d go to the prom with him. Sidney didn’t want to ask you to be his date, though. He wanted to ask you to spend the rest of your live with him.

You and him were at a weird stage that you hadn’t put a name on yet. It was practically a relationship, with him fucking you multiple times a day and it being clear that you both had feelings for the other. The fact that you lived with him also didn’t help with the confusion. Neither of you approched the subject, so it stayed that way. Still, you two shared a good thing and Sidney was okay with it. For now.

After scoring his goal, Sidney pointed to you in the crowds. The camera captured the hearts in your eyes and the entire arena got to see it. There was a wave of “ohhhs” and “awws” as he winked and you blushed, but also the sound of someone cursing out your name. It must have been your ex. Screw him. Honestly, Sid had never felt as good as he felt tonight. The girl of his dreams was wearing his jersey, and he was so fucking proud. The fact that your ex would see it during the entire game? Yeah, that was not mature, but he had to admit it added to the thrill.

“Hey, Crosby, heard you couldn’t get a girl so you had to steal your teammate’s. That’s what captains are for, right?”

Sidney whipped his head to see who had made that comment. It was some wannabe big shot from the opposite team. Asshole. Sidney didn’t bother with a reply.

Yeah, he knew he was the talk of the town, or rather the hockey community. The news that Sidney Crosby was dating someone nearly half his age that had just recently broken up with a defenseman on the Penguins spread like wildfire. Admittedly, it was pretty scandalous, and way out of character for Crosby. The meeting he had with the organization was pretty awkward, though. He confessed that he fallen in love with you after meeting you through the rookie, but he also made sure that everyone knew you had never cheated on your boyfriend, and that you left him because he was cheating. Everyone had seen the young defenseman with multiple girls on multiple occasions and Sid’s love seemed so sincere that they believed him. How could they not, when he talked about you with such admiration, like he was blessed to have you in his life?

The first week in the locker room was tense, but it went mostly well after that. (Except maybe that time when he took off his shirt and he didn’t understand why the rookie yelled “fucking hell” and the room got quiet until he noticed there were scratches all over his back and a nice little hickey on his chest. Sid was juts glad they hadn’t seen the love marks on you.)

“She’s real pretty, I’ll give you that. And so young. Can you keep her satisfied? I know that it doesn’t get easier with age, does it?” This dude was not giving up. Sidney had been in the league for many years. Could he not come up with something better than that?

“Shut the hell up, asshole. She has no complaints. Ask your wife, she’ll give you the same answer.” A few players close by chuckled. The ref blew his whistle and 87 took control of the puck.

Sidney had to admit that this last comment stung a little, even though he knew for a fact that you were more than satisfied. He had changed his pregame routine just to make sure to dedicate an hour or two for your needs. Twice that morning he fucked you senseless, so he had not lost all his skills just yet.

He was older by many, many years, but that was not an issue. Quite the opposite, actually. After being with incompetent and immature boys, a real man to reign you in was all you needed. Sidney wasn’t lying when he said he could be a daddy. It felt good to walk around with a pretty girl like you, to show you off as his. You liked showing him off too, so that was a win-win. Still, there wasn’t a title to your relationship yet and it was starting to bug him. Had you changed your mind? Did you not want him anymore? Sidney chased the thought away for now.

The second period finished with the Penguins still in the lead. Sidney looked at you and smiled when he saw you wave before heading in the locker room.

Things felt surreal. How lucky was he? A few months ago, he longed for more and was tired of never being accompanied to team events. Then, at one of those team events, he met you and immediately knew you were the one for him. His purpose on Earth was to find you, his other half. But you did not belong to him. He had to suffer through months of seeing his dream girl with another man, being the perfect girlfriend for him while he sat there in the shadows, heart heavy with misery and envy. Somehow, his prayers got answered and you realized that he was your dream man, that no one would ever love you like he loved you. Sidney would forever be grateful that he would never have to go the Penguins’ charity alone ever again. His love would always be by his side.

But his love was not his girlfriend yet.

Soon enough, the last period started. It was always fun to be nearing the end of a game with a comfortable lead. But being the star player that he was, Sidney was not done giving out his 100 percents. And that included fighting.

The asshole from the other team made his way over and Sid mentally rolled his eyes at the poor attempt at chirping that would soon come his way.

“Have you considered that she left the other dude because his entry level contract was not high enough, so she moved on to your 8.7? Tell her to not settle though, I make way more. Give her my number, will you?” He looked too smug saying it. By the way he was playing this season, he would not be getting an extension next year anyway. That boy needed to be humbled.

“Hey, just a thought. Maybe you should focus on the game instead of my girlfriend. You’re still losing by two goals.” Oh, how he liked calling you his girlfriend. It had a nice ring to it. Fiancée or wife would sound even better. Sidney focused on the game, but the other guy was not done.

“I bet if I went over and asked her to suck my dick, she’d do it. I know she’s into hockey players, and I heard she’s a gold digger and a whore.” Immediately, Sid’s gloves were off. His opponent didn’t have time to regret his comment before Sidney was on him.

He threw a first punch then grabbed him by the jersey. The other guy tried landing a few punches, but Sid’s fury was lethal. No one insults his girl like that, especially with disgusting lies. He knew that somewhere in the crowd, you were up on your feet, not having a clue that he was fighting for your honour. Sid’s rage was only amplified after that thought.  A few well-placed punches later and the guy was laying on the ice, with Sidney standing on business and on him.

“Don’t ever mention her again if you can’t back your claims. You’re a fucking joke.” He added another punch for good measure. His opponent had to be escorted to the locker room. A fucking joke indeed.

Sid did get five minutes for that. He was lucky he didn’t get expelled. At least, he could now proudly add a Gordie Howe hat trick to his list of achievements. Anyway, it was worth it. When he made his way to the penalty box, he made sure to look at you, just to warn off the other players, should they get the urge to tarnish his dream girl’s reputation. Sidney was too far to see you, but he knew you were probably squirming in your seat, smiling and being so damn proud of him. He hoped you would never find out why he was fighting.

The Penguins won, and the entire arena erupted in cheers, but Sidney was only focused on you. You were jumping out of your seats, celebrating with perfect strangers, pointing to the last name on your jersey. Sidney’s legs felt weak all of the sudden. He had everything he wanted and more.

Nearly everything. Except a title.

“Hi, Sidney. You played really well today. Congrats on the win.” You were waiting for him outside of the locker room area, resting on a wall. Sid found it adorable that you were avoiding his gaze, all shy and blushing. Clearly, his little fight did wonders for you.

“Hey, my love. I’m glad you enjoyed the game.” He smiled warmly at you.

“Of course. I still feel the adrenaline, and I wasn’t even the one playing!” You were twirling your hair, a soft glow on your face. This looked like a scene straight out of a romcom. Sidney couldn’t help himself; he gave you a chaste kiss.

“Yeah? Want to burn it off at home?” He was waiting for you answer, but you were busy staring at something behind his shoulder. Sid turned and saw that your ex was sending him a death glare.

“Actually, Sid, I think I’m going to meet you there.” Your words cut the tension in half. It was like he took a cold shower. Trying to keep his cool, he took a deep breath before speaking again. “How will you get home?”

“I can give her a ride.” Fuck no. He didn’t want you to be driven home by your ex but was afraid it would come out as too possessive if he protested. “Alright, then. I’ll see you later.” Sidney swallowed his pride and walked away before you could see the hurt in his face. He thought he heard you call his name, but he didn't want to risk turning around and seeing you not looking at him.

The drive home felt like hell. He thought he had you, but here you were, slipping away again. Sidney tried sitting down but he felt restless, so he worked out, but that was no good either. In his head, a thousand scenarios were playing. What if you were to go back with him? He didn’t think he’d be able to take it.

It was now way past his bedtime, but he couldn’t sleep. You had woken up in his arms this morning in this very same bed, yet here he was, alone. The ceiling fan buzzed lightly in the background, drowning the sound of his heart shattering to pieces. He wanted to have hope, he really did, but as the minutes went by and still you were not home, Sidney kept losing it. Eventually, he fell asleep.

“Sidney? Sidney?” An angel was whispering his name and stroking his hair.

“What? What’s going on?” He tried sitting up but you caressed his cheek softly.

“Shhhhh, it’s just me.” It felt surreal to see you.

“It’s you, it’s really you. You came back.” Your eyes softened. He took a strand of your hair between two fingers, just to make sure you were really there.

“Of course I came back. Go back to sleep now, okay? I’m sorry for waking you up. I just wanted to let you know I’m back.” You kissed his forehead.

“I don’t want to sleep. I want to talk to you. I thought you would stay with him.” He finally sat up for good and you sat next to him, on the bed.

“Gosh, no, Sidney. Not anymore. He just dropped me off.”

“What, you were with him that whole time?” Now he was fully awake.

“Yes. I packed all of my remaining stuff from the condo.”

“And that’s all you did?” He tried to keep his tone neutral but obviously, his question was filled with innuendo. Although it hurt, his insecurity was valid. You did your best to reassure him.

“I promise you, Sid. We packed my stuff and we talked, that’s it. He apologized to me again and said he regretted everything that went down. I could tell he was being sincere.”

“I sure hope so, but that’s a little too late for that now. He should have been honest from the beginning.” The words were bitter.

“I know, Sidney. He also told me about the reason behind your fight.” That picked his curiosity.

“What about it?” You took both of his hands in yours and rubbed circles on them with your thumbs. At that moment, you could have gotten lost in his soft brown eyes, but you had to say those next words: “He told me what the fight was about, how you defended my honour and my reputation. He said he had never seen anyone look so furious before. He said that’s when he realized that you really love me, and that I deserve to be with someone who loves me that much.”

Sidney felt like you had finally gotten on the same rollercoaster that he was on, the same wavelenght. It was his chance to prove to you that he was your dream man.

“Of course I love you. I had never told you before because I didn’t want to scare you, but I have loved you since I first looked at you at that party, months ago. I hoped you could tell by my gestures because I couldn’t tell you, since you were with him. I have been lost ever since, and the words have nearly spilled out a thousand times. Everyday I wake up and I love you a little bit more than the day before but a little less than the next day. I’m glad he saw it, because I can’t hold it anymore. I have to say it outloud, and I want to repeat it everyday. I love you to death and more.” Sidney had never been so vulnerable before. He hoped his words were enough to make you understand the depths he would go for you. Your eyes filled with tears at his confession.

“That’s the thing, Sidney Crosby. I have realized that I love you, too. I don’t know why I was so blind before. No one makes me as happy as you. There is no one else I want to spend my days with. You are the light of my life. I will always look for you in a crowd, I will always cheer for you, and for every remaining day of my life, I will always, always, always love you.”

Sidney pulled you in for the tightest hug of your life. It felt like coming home. His arms were the safest place you could ever imagine, the most comfortable too. He was too stunned to speak. His prayers had finally been answered. Sidney loved you, and you loved him.

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A/N: I literally can't stop writing about this man. Someone help me. English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes. Enjoy!

“Sidney, can you come help me out please?” You have been struggling to tie this dress for the last 15 minutes and you finally decided to call for assistance.

“What’s up? You look stunning, love.” He entered your bedroom with his hair still slightly damp, his suit jacket unbuttoned and his tie hanging around his neck. My my, what a sight to see. He looked positively attractive. You flushed immediately at the compliment and there were now butterflies floating around your stomach.

“Can you help me tie my dress, please? I can’t get it tight enough.” He smirked a little.

“Sure. But usually, when you call on me from the bedroom to “help you out”, it’s usually for something else.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Come on, lover boy, we’ll be late.”

Sidney made his way over to you and grabbed the complicated laces in the back. He started pulling. “How tight do you want this thing?”

“I want it extra tight. Like, I need my boobs spilling out and my waist cinched, tight.” He raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not sure I want that, love. But I know everyone’s going to be looking at you all night anyway, so I guess I’ll just have to hold you extra close.” For good measure, he squeezed your waist, just as a reminder.

“Thanks, Sid. Maybe you should put a baby in me sometimes. That ought to show them.” Your tone was light but you meant every word. His eye widened but you knew he was pleased.

“Sure. I’ll make sure to get you pregnant soon, that way you’ll have a full belly to show off at the next Christmas party.” It was your turn to look shocked. You had said it as a joke. Kinda. He had not. Sidney started pulling on the strings.

“I think it’ll be easier if I get a grip on something. Here, I’ll just grab the edge of my vanity.” Since he was holding the strings, Sidney followed you like a good boy over to the vanity. In the mirror, you saw him remove his suit jacket and you gave him a questioning look.

“This seems like serious business, and I can’t get a workout in with my jacket on.” He winked and you rolled your eyes.

Slowly, he started pulling the strings until they were no longer loose. You saw your cleavage starting to be more scandalous in the mirror and your waist cinching up.

That’s when the real show started. You started to gasp as he tied up your corset dress tighter and tighter.

“Do you want more, honey?” Breathless, your reflection nodded to him.

Years of tying up skates had turn Sidney into an expert at this. You were flushed, but it was not just because of the slight lack of oxygen.

No, in the mirror, you could see that Sidney was absolutely enjoying himself and that turned you on instantly. You were now bent over, holding the vanity for dear life while he just pulled and pulled, making you moan out loud.

“Just a little more, Sid.” He squeezed your waist and continued. “If you say so, my love.”

At this point, you were not just begging him to tie your corset tighter.

This was obscene, better than porn and straight out from your wildest fantasies. He was reining you, and you liked it. You were heated up all over, your eyes nearly rolling out to the back of your head. This was such an intimate moment, more indecent than any kind of PDA would ever be. The mirror, your need, the lust in the air, it was all too much. You needed him bad.

Sidney gave one final pull as he snapped the laces. “I think this pretty good.” He put his hand under your chin and forced you to stand tall again. Panting, you admired the way you looked. He tied the laces into a pretty bow, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. Sidney put his hands around your neck like a necklace, nearly choking you. He knew this was about to send you over the edge.

Slowly, his hands trailed up your body, giving special attention to your waist. He stopped them right where your cleavage was starting and he put his mouth on that little spot under your ear that he knew had quite the effect on you.

He whispered words of praise in your ear. “You look so pretty, my love. I’ll have to stay with you at all times, otherwise someone just might steal you away from me. We don’t want that, do we?” Maintaining eye contact was hard as your eyelids were fluttering. You shook your head.

“No, Sid. I’m all yours. All yours, always.” He pressed a kiss to your collarbone.

“That’s good, love. Now, we’re going to have to do something about you. Everyone will sense how turned on you are. Do you want me to take care of it right now, or would you rather let your need grow all night? Can you even wait that long?” His mouth left your neck, and you protested softly.

“I don’t know, Sid. We don’t have much time and I don’t want to ruin my hair and makeup. But I just want you so bad, you’ll have to take me multiple times.” Gosh, you hated how needy and desperate you sounded. But Sidney always knew what was good for you.

“I think what you need is me bending you over the kitchen table and fucking you until you don’t remember anything but my name. I saw the lust in your eyes when I tied up your corset. You liked that, didn’t you?”

“How could I not? You looked so hot and so in control. If we weren’t in a hurry, I’d ask you to do it all over again, just so I could watch you once more. I’d even ask you to set a camera, so I could watch the footage during those long stretches where you’re away and I’m lonely.” That seemed to do it for him.

Sidney grabbed your hair with one hand and put the other one on your waist. He pressed down his mouth to the nape of your neck and left a trail of hickeys and kisses all the way to your ear.

“I can’t let my best girl go out all night with this amount of desire, she’ll explode.” He picked you up like a doll and softly bend you over the edge of the bedframe. He was not playing around anymore.

You grabbed onto the sheets for support. “Oh God, Sidney, I need you so bad. But you’ll have to be quick, or we’re going to be late!” He gave your ass a small slap in response.

“Then they’ll wait. I’ll just say that my girl needed me to fuck her senseless. They’ll understand, I’m sure.” He lifted your dress, careful not to mess up his work from earlier.

He moved your underwear. You could hear him unzipping his pants and it sent another wave of heat to your core. He got inside of you, and you moaned instantly.

The bedframe was shaking from you holding on to it for dear life and Sidney ramming in you. He was right, after a few minutes, the only thing you could remember was his name. Sidney Sidney Sidney

He slapped your ass again and that was all it took for you to come undone. A short while later, it was his turn to praise your name to the ceiling. You could feel him spilling out of you all over your legs to the strap of your high heels. Thank God you were wearing a floor-length dress.

You laid lifeless, bend over the bed. Sidney picked you up like a mechanical doll and made you stand up. You were using him for support, your legs too weak to hold you. Affectionately, he put your dress back in place and kissed your cheek. He spun the pair of you so you would be facing the vanity mirror once again. What a sight to see.

He was covered in a light layer of sweat while you were covered in love marks. You had a nice blush, and your hair only had more volume. It was obvious you had been railed and were now satiated. Sidney looked so fucking proud. You wished you could take a picture of this moment and frame it.

Lovingly, Sidney kissed your collarbone. “Now, my love. Do you think you could help me do my tie?”

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A/N: IF YOU HAVE RED PART 7 BEFORE PART 8 WAS POSTED, PLEASE GO BACK BECAUSE I HAVE ADDED SOMETHING AT THE END! Wow, three parts in a day, is this really me? And they're the parts with the most words so far? Anyway, English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes, enjoy!

Sidney noticed you crying on the porch immediately, then he saw the other car in the driveway. He put his car on park and got out instantly.

“You’re such a fucking slut!” Your boyfriend spited out those awful words and Sidney saw red.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” He went up his teammate, trying to prevent him from getting closer to you.

“What’s going on is that my girlfriend is a whore who’s mad that I’ve been cheating on her when actually she’s the one playing behind my back!” He kept trying to go forward, but he blocked him. Sidney heard you sobbing and immediately trying to justify yourself.

“It’s not like that, I swear!” The desperation broke his heart.

“Shut up!” The whole neighbourhood was sure to have heard him now.

“Woah, come on now, stop that. You don’t get to speak to her like that.” The rookie’s eyes widened and he snapped at Sidney.

“You don’t get to tell me how to speak to my girlfriend when you’ve been fucking her behind my back. What a good captain, eh? I saw the fucking notes on your locker and put two and two together when her friend told me she was no longer living with her. I didn’t expect to actually find her in your house, but I guess you two have become quite comfortable, huh?” The rage in his words was palpable. He was truly furious.

There was a million thoughts running in Sid’s head. Of course, his priority was you. He saw you crying on the porch from the corner of his eye. He had to think about his position in the team and his role as captain. Of course, falling in love with your teammate’s girlfriend was a pretty shitty move, but that was not your fault. You had done nothing wrong. Admittedly, there was that almost kiss, which he initiated, and that real kiss, which only happened a few weeks after you had stopped talking to your boyfriend.  Anyway, all of this mess only started after he cheated on you. In fact, even though it sounds awful, Sidney believes the rookie is more mad because his pride has been bruised, not because he believes you’re having an affair.

Sidney was not too worried about his position, but for someone who did not know the full story, he looked like a shit captain who stole the rookie’s girlfriend. The media would have a field day. A few neighbors were outside, clearly aware that they were spectators to a big scene.

“Okay, I get it, you think your girlfriend has been cheating on you, but she has not. Can you say the same thing? I don’t think so. Calm down, and we can talk about it inside. Let’s not cause a scene.” Sidney was surprisingly calm, given the situation. Years of dealing with situations on and off the ice had turned him into a sharp mediator.

“I’ll give you a fucking scene, dick.” He shoved him. Like, actually tried to push him. The attempt was laughable.

Of course, being a defenseman, he was taller and all, but he didn’t have the experience that Sidney had. Also, he didn’t have the fury that now inhabited his mind.

“Don’t fucking play with me.” It was just like on the ice, except he didn’t have to throw away his gloves. There was no penalty box here, but the girl of his dreams was the prize. The Stanley Cup was nothing compared to you. The first punch came swiftly.

“No, stop, guys, please!” You ran down the driveway frantically. “You have to stop or else the cops will show up!” But it was like the two guys couldn’t hear you. They were in a trance. If this was in an actual game, the entire arena would go crazy. He would be expelled for sure.

“Stop! Stop!” Your screaming didn’t change a thing. Sidney was too blinded by his rage, otherwise he would have stopped as soon as he saw you. You had no other options.

You squeezed yourself between the two hockey players, and your boyfriend didn’t even notice you until Sidney yelled “Stop! You’re going to hurt her!” Both guys snapped out of it.

The whole scene felt like a cringy high school soap, but the blood on the faces and the knuckles of both guys was very real. This wasn’t Riverdale.

“Let’s just go inside, please. Please, I beg of you!” You took your boyfriends hands in yours and although it hurt Sidney a bit, he knew why you were doing it. He was going to follow you inside anyway, but the rookie might not.

It was like he finally noticed your mascara-stained tears. It seemed like he really did care for you still. Panting, he agreed. “Okay. Let’s get inside.”

Instinctively, Sidney’s hand made its way to the small of your back. He sensed that it was not the time, nor the place and he dropped it, although it pained him to do so. The sound of your tears echoed in the entryway while regret coming from both guys filled the atmosphere.

The three of you gathered in the living room. You sat down and there was an awkward moment when Sidney and his teammate did not know whether to sat down next to you or not. Ultimately, they both decided to stay standing. Sighing, you stood up too.

“First of all, I have to make things clear. I have never cheated on you with Sidney or anyone else, and I do not deserve to be called a whore or a slut.” The words came out distorted from all the tears you spilled. You choked up when speaking and your voice trembled. Some guilt flashed in your boyfriend’s eyes, but not enough to stop his next spiteful words.

“How can I believe that? You have been living with him for Christ’s sake!” His left eye was turning black. Sid should feel bad, but he just felt satisfied.

“Only because you moved back in the condo, and I obviously could not go back there! I lived with my friend for like a week, but then she kicked me out because of her boyfriend!” You seemed ready to pull out your hair. You had to make him believe you, because your reputation was on the line. The double standards were crazy and hockey was a small community and you did not want to become the black sheep of the sport nor did you want to stain Sidney’s golden boy reputation.

“Why the fuck did you not go back home with me?” The captain ached to order his teammate to watch his tone, but it was not his place to interrupt now. You two were in duel, both waiting for the other to actually pull the trigger.

“Are you freaking kidding me? You cheated on me, and that was just the first time that I had proof, because I know you have cheated on me before, I was just too naïve to see it! In what world would I want to go back to living with you like everything is normal?”

“How the fuck should I know? You refused to talk to me!” It was like having to fight with a toddler. You took a deep breath.

“Okay, I admit that that was not the most mature reaction, but put yourself in my shoes. You came here acting crazy because you thought I had cheated on you! I think my reaction was not outrageous given that I had proof!” It took everything in you not too roll your eyes at the ceiling.

“So you admit that you’ve been cheating on me with?” Sidney knew this guy had next to no hockey IQ, but he was starting to believe he had no IQ in general.

“I do not admit to anything! Goddammit, you really don’t know me, do you? Otherwise you would not for a fact that I would never cheat on you. I’m way too loyal for that. I stood by your side through everything! Your junior hockey days, the draft, I even moved to Pittsburgh for you! Heck, I guess I don’t know you that well either because a year ago I would have never thought you could play behind my back like that!” Your boyfriend pinched his nose and cursed at the ceiling.

“That was a fucking mistake! Okay, maybe a few fucking mistakes, but I swear they did not mean anything and I have regrated it every single day since!” Wow, the arrogance of that kid.

“You only regret those hookups because I finally found out!”

“No! I regret everything that went down because we were supposed to get married, to be endgame! You’re the one I want to have children with, not those sluts!” Oh, he was digging his grave deeper.

“Oh, like that’s supposed to make me feel better? And don’t call them sluts, you’re the one that can’t keep his dick in his pants!”

“You’re such a bitch! Can’t you see that I’m trying to say sorry?”

“Okay, that’s fucking enough! Shut the fuck up!” Sidney shouted and his words echoed all over the house.

“Well, it’s not freaking working, because you keep insulting me!” You burst into hysterical tears.

That sobered him up. “Oh God. I’m so sorry, baby. I should have never said that. You’re not a bitch or a slut or a whore. Forgive me please. I’m so, so, sorry.” He sensed that he had gone a step too far. He tried to get closer to you but got the message when he saw you flinch. It seemed he only now realized all that he had done. For the first time in the last hour, real guilt crept up in his eyes.

Sidney stood there, helpless. He did not want to make the situation worst and he knew that it was not his place to step up. You managed to speak between hiccups. “I’ll forgive you, because I know you and I know you don’t mean those words. But on one condition. You have to say that you trust me and you believe me when I say that I have never, ever cheated on you. I did kiss Sidney, but only after we had not spoken for over a month, and I know you have not been a saint either. Please, just say that you believe me, and all will be well.” This was incredibly generous of you, but that’s who you were. His sweet, sweet girl.

He took the part where you confessed to kissing Sidney better than the captain though he would. Slowly, he nodded. “I trust you. It would be extremely out of character for you to do that. I’m sorry for insinuating you had.” Sheepishly, he turned to look at his captain. “I also have to apologize to you for how I reacted, Sidney. I’m sorry.” He offered his hand and Sidney happily shook it.

“Hey man, no hard feelings.” That was kind of a lie, but he would let it slide. For now.

Sidney finally breathed right for the first time in what felt like months. He hadn’t realized the guilt was consuming so much of his energy, nor had he realized that it was there in the first place. It warmed his heart to see you wiping the tears with the sleeves of your sweater and to see a shy smile peaking through.

“Perfect! Now that that’s done, I want a divorce. I mean, I want to break up. And I want to sell you my share of the condo.”

“And also, I’m in love with your girlfriend. I mean, your ex.”

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A/N: What is this, another part on the same night, with a third one on the way? I'm on fireeeeee. Anyway, English is not my first language, enjoy!

Quickly, you and Sidney fell into a routine. He made you breakfast in the morning; you packed him snacks with a little note. The note was usually a joke, and it always made him smile.

At night, when he was not busy playing in another city, the two of you would cook dinner together. He knew you hate touching raw meat, so he cut the chicken while you seasoned the veggies. Sidney thinks his life was meant to look like that.

But he also noticed the way your eyes watered when you looked at your cellphone, or how you avoided attending his games in person. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who the texts were from and who you were not looking forward to see again.

So far, you had managed to hide to your boyfriend that you were living with Sidney. The rookie still thought you were living with your friend. The captain just wanted to scream it to the world, but you wouldn’t let him, afraid of creating drama, especially since the playoffs were soon approaching. The rookie still thought you were living with your friend, and you let him believe that.

Sidney’s feelings were as strong as ever, but he wasn’t sure about yours. He knew for a fact they were there because of your promise to him, but also because he noticed them in the heat charged gazes you sent him and the way your eyes would trail his mouth, his jaw, his chest.

For his sake and the sake of your relationship (which was nothing but your two names on a dotted line because of the condo), you two established nonofficial limits. Of course, there had been moments when those rules were nearly broken, but how could they not, when two consenting adults were crazy for the other and living under the same roof?

The Penguins had just won the game, and Sidney was on fucking fire. It felt good to win, but it felt even better knowing you would be waiting at home for him.

When he did come home, though, you were not waiting for him in the living room like you usually did. Instead, he heard vague noises coming from upstairs.

“Sweet? Are you okay?” He nearly ran upstairs and knocked on your door.

“Uh, yeah. Just a second, please!” After a minute or two, you opened the door, a slight flush on your cheeks. “Hey, Sid. Congrats on the game. You played so well. That second goal was phenomenal.” Okay, you were definitely blushing and avoiding looking at him.

Suddenly, he recognized those sounds. You had made similar ones back when you and the rookie were still living together in his basement. The noises, the light layer of sweat, the blushing, it all made sense: you were touching yourself, and hopefully, you were thinking about him while doing it.

“Thanks, sweet. Glad you saw it. I just wanted to check up on you. I’m going to let you finish now.” He said that last part with a wink. Busted. You turned crimson. He was grinning from ear to ear.

“Um, yeah. I’m going to do that. Goodnight!” You nearly shut the door in his face. He heard you say “oh my god” repeatedly under your breath. Sidney chuckled. He was secretly glad you closed the door so quickly because he wouldn’t have been able to hide his erection any longer.

He entered his own bedroom, not fully closing the door. His hand was immediately in his pants. Knowing that you were doing the same thing basically next door did it for him. None of you knew, but you finished at the same time.

Sidney avoided the rookie at all costs in the locker room without it being too obvious. It took all of his self-control to not punch the defenseman in the face when he talked shit about his girlfriend that refused to talk to him. In his mind, he had done nothing wrong. Fucking idiot.

One Tuesday, while he was brushing his teeth, you came into the bathroom and sat on the counter. It was clear it was a rough night for you. Your phone had been blowing up all night and he heard you curse your boyfriend’s name. Sidney just wished you would break up with him. He did not know why you refused to, even though you would clearly never get back with him ever again. You acted like you were taken anyway, never daring to cross a line with Sidney. It was not his place to comment, but it was starting to burden him. He wanted to understand, but the old posts on your social media of your perfect relationship were a constant reminder.

“I wish I could be your mistress.” He nearly spit out his toothpaste. “What?”

“Yeah. That way, I wouldn’t be cheating on anyone.” Honestly, that was a pretty cheap thing to say. It was selfish and you only said it out of misery.

“But I would have to cheat on someone, and I would never do that to anyone.” Maybe his tone was cold, because your eyes misted immediately.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, Sid. I just meant that I want us to be together, but I can’t cheat on him either.”

“Then why don’t you break off with him?” The words came out harsher than he intended them to.

“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know! It’s so stupid, but I can’t bring myself to, and he only wants to have me back. I know he’s awful to me, but he was my first love, and I always imagined we would get married someday, you know? I guess I’m waiting for a good reason, even though I have an endless list of reasons why!” Tears welled up in your eyes.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, okay? I’m sorry for saying that. I guess I’m just impatient, and maybe a little bit hurt.”

“Oh Sidney, I’m so, so sorry. You have to hang on to my promise, because I will stay true to it. I never wanted to hurt you. It won’t be long, I swear. I want you, Sidney Crosby. Will you wait for me a while more?”

He sighed softly. “Of course I will, my love. I’ll always wait for you.”

To seal the deal, you softly pressed your lips on him. At first, he was too shocked to do anything, but Sidney quickly returned the gesture with a soft kiss. He shared the taste of the toothpaste with you. A few seconds or minutes later, you pulled away shyly.

“Goodnight, Sidney.” You jumped of the counter and Sidney watched you leave the room in awe, his feelings even more conflicted than before. At least, you had given him hope.

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A/N: A THIRD part in three days, and I'm already writing the next one? That's a first for me! This chapter was my favourite one to write so far, I literally didn't have to think, it bascially wrote itself!! All of this is because of yourkind words. Thank you guys so much for your kindness. Anyway, English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes, enjoy!

It’s the middle of the night, and Sid’s phone is ringing. It’s not like he was asleep anyway. No, like most nights, his bed felt too empty, his sheets too cold and his arms longed for someone to hold onto. No, not someone. You.

He picked up the phone.

“Sidney, baby, it’s me!” Of course, he knows it’s you. Your name is flashing on the screen and his ringtone is that one song that you said you’d like to dance on top of the bar to. Even though your voice was expected, he still felt a thrill when he heard it.

“Hey, are you okay?” He’s immediately up, ready to put on a shirt and his shoes. You hadn’t contacted him since that night when you basically ran way, except to say thank you the next morning.

“I’m okay, for the most part. I mean, physically, I’m intact. I think I might be heartbroken, but not for the right reason.” Sidney can hear the sadness in your voice. He also hears loud noises in the background, and judging by your tone, he assumes you’re drunk and probably at a bar. He grabs his keys.

“What does that mean, not for the right reason? Did you end things with him?” By him, he means his teammates, but he can’t think of a single nice thing to say about him at the moment, so he prefers not to pronounce his name.

“No. I mean, I don’t want to think about it right now. I came to the bar to get fun drunk, but I ended up sad drunk, you know what I mean? All I want to do is drown in ice cream and sob on the couch at home, but I don’t even have a couch, nor a home, since he’s back in the condo. Why does he get to go back in the condo? He has so much more money than me. He could get a hotel room or something. And my friend, who I’ve been living with? Yeah, I think she’s sick of being my friend. I think a drink would make me feel better, but they are so freaking expensive so instead I’m calling you and I don’t even know why I’m calling you but you’re so nice to me and I like you too much and I think my crush on you is back but you’re just so hot and nice and perfect and maybe I should stop talking now!” Sidney hears you take a big breath after your monologue. His head is spinning and he’s not the one who’s had too much to drink. You gave him a lot of information in a few short minutes. He makes out two things out of it: one, you need a place to stay and two, you might be actually interested in him. He feels a rush of adrenaline, but he also knows you’re drunk, so he doesn’t want to get his hopes up. Still, a win is a win, right?

“Slow down, sweet. You’re calling me because you know I will always help you. I think we should talk about this in person. Text me where you are, and I’ll pick you up. You can stay in your old bedroom, or I can give you a new one, if you prefer.” Sidney’s already in his truck. You give him the address and he leaves immediately.

“Thank you so much, Sid. I know why you’re so nice to me, but I also believe to my core that you would be just as nice if that reason wasn’t there.” Your words feel like a puck to the stomach. He’s busted, but he doesn’t mind. It’s not like he was really discreet about his feelings anyway.

“Of course, sweet. I’m a few blocks away.” He looks at the streets filled with people half his age, including you. You're not hard to spot.

“I think I see you.”

“Yeah, me too. I’m going to hang up now.” Love you. The words almost slip away.

“Hey, Sid.”  He gets out of his car. You look away, too shy to meet his eyes. He finds it adorable, but he can also see the sadness you’re trying to cover up. He takes the time to notice your outfit too. You look too good to be true, clearly dressed for revenge, although you’re way too loyal to actually take any revenge, unfortunately.

“Hi, sweet. Are you ready to go? I got some water for you in the car and those granola bars you said you liked.” For some reason, your eyes got misty. That was the last reaction he expected.

Then you pulled him for a big hug. Okay, sorry. That was the last reaction he expected.

“Thank you so much, Sidney. I wish I was the one taking care of you for once.” The words sound distorted because you pronounced them to his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, my love. You take care of me in so many ways already. Why don’t we go home now?” Your home. It feels so natural. Carefully, he picked you up and opened the car door for you. He buckled both of your seatbelts, and he drove away into the night.

When you arrived home, he parked the car then shut it off. Nobody dared to move. You were the one to break the silence.

“I would like to have a room upstairs, if you don’t mind, please. I’m too scared to go in the basement alone.” There has to be another reason why. When you lived in it with the rookie and they had to leave for away games, you were alone for many days, sometimes a week, and you never said you were scared. He doesn’t pick up on it though, but he stores away the information for later.

“That’s not a problem, sweet. You can stay with me for as long as you want.” Stay with me forever, he wants to add but doesn’t.

Like this was not the middle of the night and this happens everyday, you followed him inside. He wished it was a date and he would bring you home for the first time. There would be a kiss on the porch and hickeys in the entryway. Shoes would be flying, your dress on the railway. Your bra would be somewhere in the alleyway leading to his bedroom.

Instead, he lead you to the living room.

“Why don’t you sit down? I think I have some ice cream in the freezer. Rocky road is your favourite, right?” You nodded and fell helplessly on the couch. It was clear you had sobered up.

“I don’t have anything to wear. Would it be too much if I asked you to borrow one of your shirts?” Such simple words that have such an effect on him. He came back with the container and a spoon and nearly drops both objects. Seeing you in his shirt would be a dream come true, a new image to think about when everything seems grey.

Somehow, he swallowed and managed to answer. “Yeah, no, of course. I’ll go get one.”

He looked through his drawers, furiously trying to find the softest shirt he owns. He wanted it to be comfortable, presentable, and selfishly, he wanted it to smell like him. He finally landed on an old Rimouski shirt that met all the standards.

Sidney went downstairs and was stopped in his tracks by the sight that was you licking your spoon. It was obscene and he will never be normal about it ever again.

“Thank you so much, Sid. I feel so much better already. You’re so kind to me, it’s crazy. You really are making your country proud. I think you’re the best person I’ve ever met. I’m so sorry for making you do all this. I don’t know how I got so lucky, and how you don’t hate me.” You got up and crossed your arms, trying to comfort yourself. He just wanted to pick you up like a doll and take care of you. He wished you knew the lengths he would go for you and how this is nothing compared to what he would do for you. You’re my dream girl, and I would do anything for you.

“Sweet girl, you don’t ever have to apologize to me for something like that. You’re not obliviously to my feelings for you, and I don’t get how you don’t hate me for how selfish I am.” There, he said it. His insecurities and his feelings were all on the table, just like playing cards. You were the Queen of Hearts, and he was your loyal subject. Sidney had never laid his feelings like that before.

“Sidney. My heart aches for you. You have been nothing but selfless ever since I’ve met you.” For once, he was the one avoiding your gaze. You took a step forward and took his hands in yours.

“Please, Sidney, I need you to understand this. I’m the one who’s being selfish by playing with your feelings like that. In fact, I’m going to be selfish again, because I don’t want you to get rid of them. I want to do something about them, but I just can’t act on it right now. So please, Sidney, will you hold on to them for a while longer?” He squeezed your hands and held them tightly. This was an incredibly vulnerable moment for the both of you.

“My love, I will always have feelings for you. You’ll always have my heart. I think it only started beating when I first saw you.” You got on your tiptoes, and he bent forward so your foreheads could touch.

“Then I promise you this, Sidney. You won’t have to wait forever.”

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A/N: Two parts in two days, who am I? Anyway, English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes!

He likes seeing your lipstick stain on the coffee mug. It’s nice to see your earrings next to his watch on the counter. Your small shoes look adorable next to his. His coat starts to smell like your perfume. In sum up, he adores the familiarity of it all.

But of course, none of it is real. It has been three weeks since you have moved in his basement, and it has been hell and heaven for Sidney.

It was heaven because he had access to you nearly all the time, but it was hell because you were never alone. It wasn’t that bad, because Sidney preferred crumbs of you rather than no you. At night, he replayed your small interactions in his head, like when you laughed at his jokes over dinner or when you made him a cup of tea because he said he had troubles sleeping. His bed always felt too big when he was done replaying the day.

How cruel was it for Sidney that he had his dream girl living under his roof, yet he was not allowed to do anything about it. He wished you would wake up in the middle of the night and leave your boyfriend’s bed for his. He would open the blankets for you and scoop you in his arms. There would be no nightmares with him, only sweet dreams. The sun would shine on your hair in the morning like a halo, and he would whisper softly in your ear to wake you up. After that, he would worship you like you deserve to be worshipped. And he would do it all over again, every single day.

Having to see you be the perfect girlfriend to and undeserving boy hurt like hell. How he ached to be the one receiving your sweet smiles and homemade snacks with cute notes written on the bag. Instead of throwing the notes out like the rookie did, he would pin them to his locker. He would be so fucking proud that his girl took good care of him like that. He wouldn’t jump at every occasion to flirt with another girl at away games. He wouldn’t say he was single behind your back. He wouldn’t give his number to anyone. He would be your dream man, unlike your current boyfriend.

Sometime, every time, actually, Sidney allowed himself to think of you while he took care of himself. You living under his roof gave Sidney plenty of opportunity to daydream and fantasize about what it would be like if you were his. That time you bend over the table to set up the silverware and you moaned as you reached for a knife? Yeah, that was always in his mind.

Even though he knew it was wrong, Sidney always looked forward to going back home after a trip because you and your boyfriend would definitely have sex. Every time, he got comfortable on his couch and waited to hear that first perfect sound coming out of your mouth. He always pretended he was the one you were making the sounds for, and deep down, he thought you felt the same. Otherwise, why did it feel like you were holding out from slipping his name out?

Those were the good times, but tonight was a bad time. Sidney and the rookie had just come home from a week away to play in Canada. After an awkward dinner where you made no efforts to look at your boyfriend except to give him stares colder than the ice in Edmonton, you both disappeared downstairs in the basement. That’s when the screaming started.

So you had seen it. The famous picture of the rookie with some random girl on his lap. It broke Sidney’s heart when he heard the hurt in your voice. The young defenseman was trying to come up with an excuse, but it wasn’t enough to get you out of your fury. It seemed like the walls in the house were trembling from your screams and his meaningless attempt at defense. At one point, the screams were so bad that Sidney wondered if he should go down to check up on the situation, but they calmed down soon after.

If he thought the rage was bad, the tears were even worst. The desperation and the sobs he heard coming from downstairs felt like he was being stabbed. He imagined a pool of tears at your feet and you drowning in them. This was not sadness. This was misery. It seemed like nothing would stop you from crying your heart out. He wished he could comfort you somehow, but it was not his place.

Eventually, everything got quiet again. After a while, Sidney got in bed, and he tried to chase the sound of your heartbreak away. He hoped your boyfriend would drown in the guilt. He was nearly asleep when he heard the front door opening, then closing. Immediately, he put on some shoe and grabbed a hoodie while heading outside.

When his eyes met yours outside, you looked like a deer in headlights. “What are you doing?” asked Sidney. He was full of worry for you.

“I’m just waiting for a cab. I’m going to stay with a friend for a while.” Sidney hadn’t even though about that possibility. Usually, when your boyfriend fucked up, you forgave him, but it seemed like tonight wasn’t the case.

“What? No way. If anything, he should be the one to leave. You’re the one who’s welcome here, not him.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. He tried to get closer to you but you didn’t let him, instead using your overnight bag as a shield. Sid was basically panicking. He didn’t want to let you go, but he wanted you to feel safe.

“Don’t make this more difficult, Sidney. I know damn well why I’m welcome here. What happened, or at least what nearly happened the other night was a mistake. If anything were to happen between us, I would be no better than him.” Your eyes welled up with tears again. This time, you let him wrap his arms around you as your bag fell on the driveway.

“Shhh. I promise that I won’t make any other move on you unless you want me to. You’re welcome here because I care about you, and I want you to be safe. I’m sorry that I made you upset. Why don’t we talk about this in the morning? I have another guest room that you can use.” Tenderly, he brushed your hair while you sobbed on his shoulder. You two were in your very own comfort bubble.

“I can’t stay here, Sid. I can’t see him again. The condo will be fixed in a week. How am I supposed to go back to living with him after all he’s done?” He tried to calm you down, but you were so miserable it nearly made you hysterical. His mind was running with a thousand solutions but none of them sounded good enough.

“You could live with me for a while. Or with another friend, if you prefer.” It hurt like hell to say the words but for your sake he did it anyway: “Maybe in a week all of this mess will be fixed, and you’ll be happy to move in again.”

You looked up at him with hopeful eyes and your next words crushed him right there on the spot: “You’re right. Maybe all will be well next week.” He gave you a weak smile.

“That’s the spirit, kid. At least let me drive you to your friend’s house, okay?” You nodded and he helped you get in the car, bag in hand.

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A/N: I had something else completely written for this part but somehow I lost it so anyway here's part 4! English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes, enjoy!

“Yeah dude, some fucking pipe broke and now there’s water all over our goddamn new condo.” Like usual, Sid was busy listening to your boyfriend’s convo, trying to gather some info on you. Apparently, something broke in the brand-new condo that you and your boyfriend just bought together. Sidney knew all about it. After your almost-kiss, he though his heart had suffered enough for the week until he saw that fucking post on your Instagram. You were holding the key, and he was holding you, and Sidney just wanted to disappear forever.

Anyway. That must be why you didn’t attend a single game this week. Must have been too busy. Sidney was relieved. So you weren’t avoiding him. You still hadn’t replied to his texts saying he was sorry for almost kissing you, but at least you were not actively trying to escape him. His heart warmed a little in his chest.

“Oh man, that sucks. You haven’t even lived a month in it!” Another young defenseman chimed in. The story was getting real interesting now.

“Yet they still expect a payment every week. What a bunch of assholes. And they won’t fix it until another month! I mean, do they expect me and my girlfriend to live in a hotel for another fucking month?” For once, he could sympathize with the rookie. Yeah, it must suck to live in a hotel. He especially thought about you. You had to hate it. He had to do something about it.e H

Sometimes, love makes you stupid. It was one of these occasions. Sidney would ask you to move in with him. Temporarily, of course. With the boyfriend included.

It had got to be his worst idea yet. But it seemed he couldn’t keep the words from spilling out: “I have a basement you guys could use.”

So nice. So helpful. So generous. Yet so selfish. Sidney Crosby, what a nice guy, eh?

Of course, your boyfriend agreed on the spot, not bothering to check beforehand with you. He didn’t understand why you were freaking out, and it had to stay that way.

Two days later, you were knocking on the captain’s door, suitcase in hand. How could this go wrong?

At first, Sidney thought he could manage. It wasn’t like you were always there. Most of the time, you were hiding from him anyway. He wanted to talk to you about the moment you almost had right there in his kitchen, but it was hard with the rookie always being there.

Honestly, the first week went well. Sure, he found a thong in his batch of laundry and the image of you wearing it drove him mad, but everything was going well.

Until he heard it. That first moan, the first clue that you were arching your back for someone that wasn’t him. Sidney felt his heart sink in his stomach. He wanted to turn on the TV to forget the angelic noise, but he heard it again. This time, it was louder, needier. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t move.

Against his will, Sidney’s hand made its way underneath his pants. The effect you had on him was crazy. Your voice only got louder, echoing through the walls of his home. He began to stroke himself.

Faintly, he could hear the noises your boyfriend made, but he decided to ignore them. Pretending to be the one making you moan was simply too good. It sounded like you were matching Sid’s tempo better than his anyway. When your screams began to be louder and more frequent, he picked up the pace. He just knew that you were getting close, and so was he, but he wanted his girl to finish first.

His girl. That lie almost made him come on the spot. He threw his head back and imagined you were doing the same. He wished you were riding his thigh.

Suddenly, the bed in his basement stopped creaking. Your boyfriend thanked everyone but you for existing as he finished. He was done and apparently, for him, it meant that you were done too. Sidney called bullshit on that immediately.

There was no way you were feeling satisfied after that. You and Sidney were on the same pace, and he was nowhere near finished. Sure, a few minutes ago you seemed closed, but the fucking rookie was selfish. So selfish that he had to ruin the pleasure of two people that night.

Sid was so pissed for you. You deserved that orgasm. If you were his girl, he would’ve made you come twice already, with a third time coming soon. He would let you rest awhile only to rock your world harder a few moments later. Every single night.

Of course, Sidney was frustrated for himself too. He had no choice but to take a shower, because there was no way he would be able to sleep without getting some kind of satisfaction. The warmth of your mouth would be better, but the palm of his hand and the hot water would have to do for the night.

It didn’t take long for him to get right back on track. Now that he didn’t have your moans as background music, he thought of all the way he would make you come.

For the first time, of course, it would have to be sweet. After all, he was gentleman. He would worship you and tell you the million reasons why you were his dream girl. Only when you would be convinced that you’re an angel would he let himself think about finishing.

 He would have to eat you out next. His age was his biggest asset in that department. Guys his age knew how to take care of their girls. No way the rookie had ever used his tongue on you. Fucking idiot.

If he felt especially riled up one night, he would have to have you against a wall. He wanted to see the pictures trembling and the frames falling on the floor.

His next thought had him steadying himself on the wall. He wanted to have you somewhere he was sure your boyfriend would hear. Sidney had to let him know that only him could make you satisfied. After all, you were his dream girl.

That was all it took. He hoped the sound of the water would hide his grunts as he released all that frustration inside of him.

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A/N: Oh wow! I had absolutely no plans to write multiple parts, let alone turn it into a serie but here we are, thanks to the lovely comments i have received! Your kindness is very much appreciated. Anyway, English isn't my first language, enjoy!

In the past, Sidney Crosby always felt like there were too many team events, to the point where he was getting annoyed by them. Now, he wished there was one every week, every day even.

There weren’t enough opportunities for him to see you. Scrolling through your social media was fun for the first few hundred times, but it wasn’t enough.

He needed to see you in person to smell your perfume, to admire the way your hair frames your face, to soak up the smiles that you were slowly starting to get every time his eyes met yours. He wished there was a baby shower every weekend so he would get to see you all dolled up in baby blue or pale pink. He wished it was the team’s charity event every night so he would get to see you all dolled up again. He wished he had the privilege to see you everyday.

You were the Daisy to Sidney’s Gatsby. The next team party was a few weeks away, but Sid couldn’t wait that long. Just like in the classic American novel, Sidney decided to throw a party. He decided to lure you in with the snacks he remembered you mentioning to him instead of a green light. He just hoped his love story would turn out better than Gatsby's.

There was an important football game coming up and Sid decided that it was the perfect excuse for him to throw a party. Everyone was pretty surprised because he had never hosted before. However, the players and their families soon learned that when Sidney Crosby hosts, he goes all out.

Honestly, he didn’t give a damn about the game. It hurt a bit to see all these people entering his house, since he liked privacy so much, but when he opened the door and got blinded by your smile, it was all worth it. He didn’t even give a look to your boyfriend, his teammate, standing behind you.

“Here, for our generous host,” you said, gifting him a beautiful bouquet of flowers. It was so thoughtful; his heart melted a little. Sidney had never received flowers before. He wished he was the one greeting you with a bouquet of flowers on your porch on your way to date night but for now, it would have to do.

“I also made Nanaimo bars, because you mentioned you liked them, right?” you added, eyes full of hope.

His heart ran a marathon in his body. Was it fair to ask you to marry him in front of your boyfriend?

“Yeah, you’re right. I love them. Thank you so much. Come on in!” Love them was an understatement. He would now crave them every time he thought of you, so at all time, basically.

It was surreal to see you in this environment, so intimate. In his mind, he was picturing everywhere he would have you, how far away from the bedroom it was, how much your moans would echo throughout the house. That little table in his entrance would be perfect for when you two wouldn’t be able to wait, after he had his hand on your thighs all night long at dinner and you made a show of licking your spoon at dessert. He just knew you would look good bent over his kitchen counter or with your hands tied to his bedframe.

Anyway. This entire evening felt like his own personal heaven or hell, he couldn’t decide. It was heaven to see you all cozied up in HIS couch, but it was hell to see you in your boyfriend’s lap on HIS couch. It was getting too much, so he hid in the kitchen.

God, he wanted you. You were his dream girl, the one made for him. He just knew your bodies would fit just right. Your bed chem would be insane. He would talk you through it and when it would get too much for you, he would tuck you in his arms and whisper how much he adores you until you fell asleep. When you would wake up, he would make you sit on the counter wearing nothing but his dress shirt and he would get on his knees for you while the pancakes turned golden brown.

And then, someday, preferably very soon, he would marry you and then he would put a baby in you.

“Need some help cleaning up?” Oh God. His Angel was talking to him. You walked in the kitchen with a glowing halo around your silhouette and suddenly, all the commotion from the other guests in the living room disappeared.

“That’s okay, I’ll do it in the morning. I was just getting another beer.” For good measure, he finished the rest of his beer, which definitely wasn’t nearly empty.

What a sight to see. For once, Sid wasn’t the one who couldn’t help but stare in awe. He felt your eyes on him as he tilted his head back and brought the bottles to his lips, condensation dripping on his neck. He wanted you to lick it off him. With your slightly parted lips and the sudden flush on your face, he gathered you wanted to do the same.

Your eyes widened but you managed to hide your desire quite well. Or at least you thought so. It was the cutest thing Sid had ever seen.

“Here, let me help you. I’ll do the dishes, then you can dry them and store them away.” You threw him a drying towel, looking away to hide your cheeks turning bright red.

“Thanks a lot, but you really don’t need to help me, although that’s very kind.” His love was beautiful, sweet, and also generous. You really were his dream girl.

“I want to, Sidney. I want to be a good guest, so you invite me again.” Once again, your eyes widened. “I mean, invite us! Us being me and my boyfriend, my boyfriend and I, you know?” Here you again with the rambling. Adorable, but frustrating since it seemed like you couldn’t get past the guilt. Still, that was a pretty flirty comment, and Sid felt like he just scored a hat trick.

Sidney threw the dish towel on his shoulder. “Alright then, if you insist, beautiful. But you should know that you’re always welcome here, even if you don't do the dishes. I mean it.” You blushed because his gaze was so intense. He was so serious about this. He needed you to know that it was the truth.

“Thank you. If I ever need you, I’ll reach out to you. Same goes for you, though. If you ever want the recipe for my Nanaimo bars, just ask.” Oh, your train of thoughts was so innocent. His was not.

 “Oh, I think I’ll reach out to you for more than that, beautiful. In fact, why don’t you give me your cellphone number?” Was this high school all over again? Asking for a cute girl’s phone number?

Honestly, he thought he had gone too far. You were so loyal to the rookie; he never thought you actually give it to him.

But you reached out for your phone in your back pocket and gave it to him. “Here. Give me yours, and I’ll give you mine.”

When he got it back, you had put your name alongside a red heart. His phone was burning in his pocket.

He shouldn’t have found it so endearing, but he did. Sidney was feeling butterflies in his tummy, actual butterflies, just like in the movies and books. He had never felt that way before.

It was comparable to being on the top of a rollercoaster, knowing that the drop was coming. Sidney knew you two would have a love story for the ages, he just needed yo to get you on the same rollercoaster.

After that, you two did the dishes, chatting casually, sharing shy smiles into the reflection of the window behind the sink, the background noise of the guests cheering keeping you company. Sidney loved the domesticity of it all, he thrived on it even. His dream future looked exactly like that.

Soon, the last glass was dried, the cutlery all stored away. You faced each other and no one spoke. This wasn’t an awkward silence, it was the kind you share with someone you can understand without pronouncing a single word.

Right now, his mind was screaming “I want to kiss you and never let you go. I want you to redo the house and move in with me. I want to marry you and love you forever. I’ll give you anything you want, but I just want you to realize I’m your dream man, just like I know you’re my dream girl”, but yours only said “I want to kiss you”. So he did just that.

You both leaned forward oh so carefully, unsure of what would come next. Softly, Sidney pushed a strand of hair away from your face and his hand landed under your jawline. You stopped breathing, and he tilted his head and suddenly, your lips were on his. Barely there, but still there.

He had time to savour them for a few short seconds before a loud noise erupted from the living room. The team everyone was rooting for scored. You gasped and pulled away immediately.

“I got to go; I think my boyfriend’s calling my name. I’m sorry, Sidney.” You ran away and Sidney refused to turn around. It would be too painful to see you getting curled up in another’s man lap, especially since your boyfriend never actually called out for you.

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A/N: Thank you to everyone who asked for a part 2, I had no intention to write one but here we are, and I might even be working on another part! Also, it is canon that Sidney Crosby knows what a finsta is. Anyway, English isn't my first language, enjoy!

It’s not funny how much he thinks about you. A small, twenty minutes interaction at a random event was enough to leave him wanting more, so much more. We’re talking wedding and six kids, more.

Your smile, your charm, your brain: you have completely ruined Sidney for any other girl, ever. His DMs are full of Instagram models and women confessing their love, but no one would ever compare to you.

It’s more than an obsession, at this point. It sounds creepy, but Sid only allows himself the occasional perusal of your social media account from his own finsta. He checked your boyfriend’s account, but there weren’t any photos of you there. This was typical rookie behaviour, trying to look as available as possible to gain attention and maybe a few hookups during away games. As much as he enjoys his privacy, if you were his, you would be plastered all over his account. But before that, he would have to make an account, or at least a public one. Wait, no. No posts. He wants to keep you to himself.

Anyway. This isn’t the point. The truth is, Sidney wants to kill his teammate. Or at least, make you realize that you’re dating an idiot. Or, even better, make you fall hopelessly in love with him.

In theory, this isn’t an easy task, as there are many obstacles in the way, like the fact that you’re too loyal to your boyfriend. Nonetheless, that doesn’t stop Sid from trying.

“Are you even old enough to be here?” Sidney asks you playfully. He’s been observing you all night, trying to catch you alone. You finally made your way to the bar. Sid had been watching your boyfriend from the corner of his eye, and he seemed busy. He was clear to make any move he wanted, even though it went against every principle in the book. You looked so good, with a top that showed off your cleavage nicely and miniskirt barely covering your ass. He wants to make you sit on his lap and raise his hand from your calf all the way to your underwear. He bets his fingers would come off soaking wet.

“Of course! We aren’t in the States, remember? This is Canada baby!” Sid follows your throat with his eyes as you throw your head back in laughter. He doesn’t miss the innuendo that you’d be too young to drink back in Pittsburgh. He notices that you’re definitely starting to get tipsy, a little bit drunk even. He also notices that he really, really likes it when you call him baby, even though he’d rather be a daddy.

Okay, the making-you-fall-in-love-with-him-game starts now.

Sid chuckles. “True that. Let me buy you a drink then.” He takes a mental picture of you to add to his collection. You look especially gorgeous tonight, but your outfit is clearly missing a necklace with the letter “S” and a big diamond your left hand. A few hickeys on your neck would also be a nice touch.

You offer him a smile that makes Sidney’s heart feel like a ball in a Plinko game. “That’s very nice, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. I was just here to get some water, actually. My boyfriend doesn’t like it when I’m drunk.” He doesn’t miss the sadness in your eyes after that last comment.

“Oh really? Why not?” You sigh and Sidney wants to pick you up and comfort you until your life is nothing but sunshine, lollipops and rainbows.

“He says that I’m too needy when I’m drunk, even though I have never ever drunk enough to throw up or to even be annoying, at least I think.” You roll your eyes then add, blushing: “I also have the tendency to forget my manners and get up to dance on tables, so maybe it’s for the best.” You shouldn’t have added that last part. Now, all Sidney’s picturing is you in that exact outfit, dancing on the bar, Coyote Ugly style. It’s a wicked image, one that will keep him awake for many nights to come.

He tries to regain his composure and manages to get a sentence out: “That’s too bad. I would have liked to see you up on tables, dancing the night away. I would pay for that.” Your beautiful eyes turn as big as saucers. You flush instantly, and it’s the cutest thing he has ever seen. He likes making you blush. He wants to see you in a lingerie set that exact colour, only for him to rip it off you with his teeth.

“I wouldn’t make you pay. I’d even strip for you, if you’d ask me to.” You gasp at your own words and Sid’s forgotten how to talk. He stares at your pretty mouth, slightly open from the shock.

“I mean, if I didn’t have a boyfriend, of course! And only if you wanted to! I mean, not that you'd want to!” You seem to want to crawl under the bar from embarrassment. Sid just finds it cute.

"Sweet, you know I want to." He winks, and your cheeks are as red as a Habs jersey.

“ Well… Maybe one more drink wouldn’t hurt?”

Through the obstacles, Sid seems to be making progress. He's getting closer and closer to being your dream man. He purposely befriends the rookie, only to get closer to you. It’s a really shitty move, but he’s lost all his morals. It works, because he can now gather info from your boyfriend, and also evidence that’s he’s not good for you. He notes every time he seems him talking to another girl or even leaving his hotel room in the middle of the night.

Sidney thinks about you constantly. He replays all the interactions he has had with you in his head like a carousel. He wants to buy a subscription of you. Since he can’t, he dreams of you.

In his dreams, you call on him like a siren would to a sailor. He hears your voice, then smells the hints of jasmine in your perfume before he sees you. You’re dressed exactly like you were that night that he first met you, but unlike that time, you’re alone. Sidney gets closer to you, and you grab him by the collar and caress his cheek.

“I want you, Sidney Crosby, but I especially love you.” Then, he puts his hands on your waist while you lock yours behind his neck. He bends down to your height, and he barely has the time to savour the taste of your lips before he wakes up.

It’s always at four in the morning and he wakes up drenched in sweat, sheets all messed up and with a desire he knows he won’t be able to turn off unless he does something about it. The next morning, he goes to training and talks to the rookie, acting like he didn’t beat himself to the thought of his girlfriend professing her love to his captain.

And when he notices that you go out of your way to talk to him at events and that you always smile when your eyes meet his?