The kiss started out sweet, innocent. You and Mack, laying on his bed, movie playing in the background. It’s the first time you’ve been together in person in months, and you haven’t let go of each other since your plane landed in San Jose earlier this evening.

Mack and Will picked you up from the airport, then took you to their favorite pho restaurant for dinner. Then you and Mack dropped Will off at his apartment, and came back here, to Mack’s. The rest of your trip to San Jose, a week long, is jam-packed full of fun activities, catching up with people, going to one of Mack’s games tomorrow. But tonight, you both agreed that it would be best to just have a quiet night in with just the two of you.

At first, the intention was just to put on a movie, cuddle, and then fall asleep.

That didn’t last long.

Pretty soon you were kissing his cheek. And then his lips. And then you were straddling his lap, making out with more desperation than you thought was possible.

Mack’s tongue is in your mouth, massaging yours. His hands are planted on your ass, holding you tight against him as his hips twitch up every few seconds. He’s hard. Really hard.

You can tell by the way Mack’s hands are gripping and kneading at the fat of your ass, how he’s shaking with the effort to hold himself back from dragging you across his boner, that he wants more. His entire body hums with barely restrained need, fingers gripping you just a bit too tight, his kisses a bit too eager. This is the farthest the two of you have ever gone, heated makeouts that stutter to an end once Mack realizes he’s not going to be able to hold himself back very much longer.

Every time you reach this point, this level of hunger and anticipation, and then Mack pulls away. Separates your bodies, puts as much space between you, and clenches his eyes shut while taking deep breaths.

And while it can definitely be a little frustrating that he has yet to allow the two of you to go farther than heavily making out, you do understand why.

You’re a virgin.

There were a few guys before Mack, but not very many. And of the few, you didn’t feel comfortable having sex with any of them. Definitely not losing your virginity to them. So you held off. When you started dating Mack, you were very transparent from the beginning about how you’ve yet to go all the way with someone, and that you want it to be with a person that you love and can trust.

Well, there’s no one you love or trust more than Mack.

You’ve decided that tonight is the night. You want him, so badly, and you know that he wants you, too. It’s definitely a little bit intimidating to think about, but you want this, want to do it with him.

And, quite frankly, your fingers just aren’t cutting it anymore.

You test the waters by grinding down, ever so slightly, on Mack’s thick bulge, which has been pressing into your core for the past ten minutes. He groans, low and hot, into your mouth, hips stuttering for a few seconds before he schools them back into complacency. You smirk, kissing the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, then finding his pulse point and beginning to suck a mark into it.

Mack’s head tips back, little moans escaping his mouth as you swivel your hips. You kiss up and down his neck, one hand tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, the other sliding under his hoodie and t-shirt, scratching lightly at his ribcage. His entire body shudders, and you smirk.

For a few seconds, he loses himself in it. Mack plants his hands on your hips, grinds up into you, and holds you down against him so that you can both feel it. He’s moaning unashamedly now, eyes clenched shut, heat rising up his cheeks.

The air between the two of you is charged with so much electricity you both feel like live wires, moving frantically and desperately.

But then it hits him. What he’s doing, where this is headed.

“Wait,” Mack’s voice is breathless, chest still heaving up and down as he starts to push you off of him, face full of pain at just the thought of stopping.

“No, no,” you say, hands grabbing Mack’s and putting them back on your hips. He looks up at you, eyes wide, shocked and hopeful at the same time. “Don’t stop.”

Mack’s eyebrows are nearly in his hair now. “What?” he gasps, sitting up straighter. “W-What… what are you talking about?”

You place your hands on Mack’s cheeks, then lean in to press a sweet kiss to his lips. When you pull back, you just look at him for a second, gather your courage, and then say it. “Mack… I’m ready.”

“Ready?” he echoes, a look of pure disbelief on his face, like he’s trying not to get his hopes up.

“Yeah,” you giggle. “I’m ready. To have sex. With you.”

You feel Mack’s cock twitch below you.

“A-Are you sure?” he stutters out. “Because, you said that you wanted to have your first time with someone who you love and trust, and I don’t want you to rush anything because you think I want it. I’m totally okay. Don’t do it because you think I wanna do it, I only wanna do it if you wanna do it. I don’t want you to feel pressured, or worried, or–”

“Mack,” you cut him off. “I love and trust you. So much. I want to do this with you.”

He just blinks at you for a few seconds, before his shocked expression slowly morphs to one of happiness, and excitement.

You let out a yelp of surprise as Mack flips the two of you so that you’re laying down, and Mack is holding himself above you.

He kisses you again, smushing your lips together, teeth clashing. You’re both smiling into the kiss, giggling a little bit. There’s a sense of disbelief in the fact that this is actually happening, that you’re about to have sex for the first time.

Mack isn’t a virgin. He’s only had one long-term girlfriend (who he lost it to), and another girl that he hooked up with right before he got drafted. So even though he’s got slightly more experience with you, he’s by no means experienced.

“We’re um, we’re gonna have to get you ready. Prep you,” he says, pulling away suddenly.

You smile at him, biting your bottom lip. “Okay,” you respond. Your hands slide down from where they’ve been holding onto his shoulders down to your shorts, and hook your fingers in the waistband. “So, should I take these off?”

Mack gulps, eyes glued to the little sliver of stomach exposed by your shirt having ridden up a bit. He just stares hungrily for a few seconds, before apparently remembering that you’d asked him a question. So he looks up again, pupils dilated, and nods.

He shifts to the side so you can shimmy your shorts down your legs. You kick them off, leaving you in just your cotton panties, and a tiny tank top. His eyes rove up and down your body, drinking in every curve, every bit of exposed skin, practically drooling at the sight of you.

Mack looks up again, your eyes locking with his. “You’re so beautiful,” he says.

You know he’s not just talking about your body. That he’s talking about every part of you, your mind, your personality, and also your body. The reverence in his voice makes your heart soar, makes you smile, because you never thought that you would ever feel this loved. It’s an amazing feeling, and you’re so incredibly grateful that you have such an amazing boyfriend.

Mack leans in and softly kisses your lips, then your cheek, then your neck, then your shoulder. He kisses down your body, finding his way to your hip. He’s laying on his stomach now, gazing up at you with such soft, lust-filled eyes. He holds your gaze as his thumbs slip under the thin fabric at your sides, caressing your hipbone.

You watch with bated breath as he lifts his head, anticipation and arousal curling low in your stomach. Eyes still locked on yours, Mack leans in and presses a kiss to your clothed cunt, soft as ever.

“Haah,” you breathe, fingers twitching at your side.

Mack’s eyes drift closed, pressing his face harder into you. His tongue peeks out, kitten licking at your core. You let out a gasp at the feeling, one of your hands clutching the sheets, and the other flying to the back of Mack’s head, finger tangling in his hair. He stays like that for a minute, tongue wetting your panties, eyes closed in bliss. When they flutter open, slow, they’re glazed over, hungry.

His hold on the sides of your panties tightens, and he inches it down ever so slightly. He pulls back just enough to ask in a hoarse voice, “Can I?”

“Yeah,” you nod frantically, excitedly. “Yes, please.”

Mack smirks, and doesn’t hesitate. The drag of the fabric sends shivers down your spine as he slowly exposes you, your knees coming together as he pulls your panties off your feet and tosses them somewhere over your shoulder. He tsks, placing his hands on your knees and slowly spreading them, coming face to face with your center.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs softly. “Never, baby.”

He settles himself back on his belly, throwing your ankles over his shoulders while simultaneously hooking his arms under your thighs. You can feel his breath ghosting over your folds, your entire body shuddering with anticipation and arousal, eyes half-lidded as you watch Mack slowly lower his head, mouth opening.

You inhale at the feeling of his tongue flattening against you, licking from your hole up to your clit. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, a shiver wracking through you as his lips find your clit and close around it, sucking harshly once and then pulling away.

“How’re you doing, baby?” he asks, already panting. You’re staring up at the ceiling, breathing heavy, mind racing and already empty with how amazing it feels. Mack taps your thigh lightly, bringing your attention back to him. “You gotta talk to me, babe. Gotta tell me what feels good, so I know you’re enjoying yourself.”

You playfully roll your eyes, but smile down at him. “Feels good, Mackie. Keep going,” you reassure as you play with Mack’s hair, massaging his scalp with your fingers in the way that you know he likes. He hums happily, accepting your response, and then he’s back to work.

Up until now, the only person pleasuring you has been yourself. With your fingers and toys, lots of times throughout your life. But it’s never felt like this. This electric, this all-consuming, this… amazing.

Mack’s lips are wrapped around your clit, sucking gently but steadily, causing your back to arch. His tongue keeps moving down to gather as much of your wetness into his mouth, greedily slurping it up. The combination of the sight of him, absolutely going to town on you, as well as the audible wet sounds is almost too much for you to handle, your entire body buzzing with the sensation of your boyfriend’s mouth on you, sucking and licking so perfectly.

And right when you start to think there’s no way that this could possibly get better, you feel Mack’s finger prodding at your entrance.

He lifts his eyes, searching yours for any sign of discomfort. You moan, nodding your head, and then he pushes in.

For some reason, you thought you had a good idea of what it would feel like to have something inside of you like this. You’ve been using tampons since you were sixteen, when Anna (Geno’s wife) finally explained how they work.

You were absolutely not prepared.

A gasp leaves your mouth as Mack pushes in to the first knuckle. He holds it there for a second, tongue laving on your clit to distract you from the feeling of the stretch. It’s a foreign feeling, but not an unpleasant one. Mack wraps his lips around your clit and starts sucking, the feeling punching another moan out of you.

He slips his finger in farther, farther. More and more as you loosen up, and then he’s shallowly pumping it in and out, eyes flicking up to your face every few seconds to gauge your reaction.

“M-Mack…” you whimper, throwing your head back against the pillows. “Oh f-fuck,”

You feel him smirk against you, finger plunging in and out of you. He’s going slow, but deep, curling his finger when it’s buried to the third knuckle, caressing a spot inside you that you didn’t even know existed, a coil of arousal tightening in your belly with every movement.

But then he does something else.

He pulls his finger out all the way. You start to whine at the loss of touch, but it’s quickly cut off by the feeling of two fingers pushing into you.

Mack’s eyes are glued to your face, noting every little change in your expression as he starts slowly fingering you with his middle and ring fingers, kitten licking your clit to keep you opening up for him. Your thighs are shaking, attempting to close with every push in, but his shoulders are blocking them.

You clench around his fingers, small uh uh uhs leaving your mouth at his actions, and Mack clenches his eyes shut. He drops his forehead to rest on your hipbone, fingers continuing to plunge in and out of you. The wet squelch of your cunt is music to his ears, and the sight of you like this is something that he’s been dreaming about for months. He never wanted to pressure you, and has gone to great lengths to make sure you never felt like you had to do anything with him just to make him happy.

Mack has spent the last six months imagining you every time he wanted to get off. Cock in hand, eyes shut, cheeks pink, he would imagine all the things he wanted to do with you, all the things he wanted to do to you.

Actually seeing you like this? It’s ten million times better than he ever thought it would be.

He doesn’t realize that he’s doing it, not right away at least. But you do.

You glance down at Mack, breathing heavily against your skin, fingers steadily pumping in and out. Through your haze of pleasure, you notice something. Mack’s hips are shifting, up and down. And then it dawns on you: he’s humping the mattress.

Another loud groan leaves your mouth at the realization, your stomach getting hot, and you feel your arousal begin to gush again, coating Mack’s fingers and hand. “Oh my god,” you sob, your own hips bucking up to meet his fingers with every thrust.

All of a sudden, it’s not enough. You need Mack to be getting off too, to have him closer to you than anyone else has been, to have him inside of you.

“Mack,” your voice is wrecked. “Mack please. Need you inside of me.”

His head snaps up, jaw dropped open. He starts nodding, frantically, easing his fingers out of you as gently as possible. He leaves one last loving lick to your clit before sitting up straighter, hands reaching to the back of his shirt to tug it off frantically and throw it over his shoulder.

You do the same with your tank, grunting slightly as it gets caught on your ear. When it clears your head, you open your eyes to see Mack staring directly at your tits, jaw dropped, drool beginning to pool in the corner of his mouth. In the same moment, your eyes dart down to Mack’s lap, which is now exposed. He’s still wearing his jeans, which sport a large, painful-looking bulge. You watch in amazement as Mack’s hand drifts down, and starts palming at the bulge, just at the sight of you.

Butterflies take flight in your stomach as you let out a hot breath.

He just looks at you for a second, eyes drinking in every inch of you. You shift a little bit, which seems to snap him from his stupor. He swallows, thickly, and then starts pulling his pants and boxers down, his blushing, hard cock popping out.

Your eyes widen. “Oh… my god,” you mutter, sitting up straighter to get a better look. Sure, you’ve watched porn before, seen a few dirty pictures in magazines and things like that, but you’ve never seen a penis in real life before.

One of your hands reaches out, curious. Without thinking, you wrap your fingers around his length, feeling the warm, smooth skin throb as soon as you touch it.

“Fuck…” Mack breathes, eyes glued to your hand on his cock. His chest goes bright red, stomach clenching and a helpless little noise leaving his mouth as you squeeze.

Your eyes snap up to the way he reacts, amazed at the sight and feeling of him. You pull your hand back, Mack watching, heart racing, as you reach down to your cunt, gather some of your slick, and then return your hand to his cock. Mack nearly doubles over as you start stroking him up and down, the glide easy now that you have the lubrication, smiling at his reaction.

“Y’gonna kill me,” he gasps out, eyes glued to your hand, at the innocent, curious way you’re touching him. He only lets you go on for about a minute, suddenly grabbing your hand and ripping it away from him. When you look up, curious and worried, he rushes to reassure you. “It feels so, so good baby. I just… I won’t be able to last.”

The admission brings another smile to your face, but worsens the ache in your pussy.

“Are you… are you ready?” Mack asks, bracing his forearms on either side of your head. His thick cock rests heavy on your stomach, precum drippling down from his tip and onto your navel.

You nod, heart thumping against your ribcage, anticipation building in your stomach. “Yeah,” your voice is shaky, but there’s a smile on your face.

Mack is smiling, too.

He pulls away, reaching for his jeans. You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself, and watch as he pulls his wallet from his back pocket, reaching inside to reveal a condom. You give him a look at the fact that he had one in his wallet, had one ready, but he ignores you as he rips it open, and slides it on with pink cheeks.

When he returns, he holds himself above you again. One hand holding him up, the other wrapped around his cock. He gives it a few tugs, before lining himself up with your entrance.

The feeling of his head pressed to your hole has you reaching up to grasp his shoulders, eyes locking onto his. Mack gives you the softest, most reassuring smile, one hand moving to caress the soft skin of your thigh next to his hip, before pushing in.

“Oh!” you yelp. Just the head is inside you, and you already feel split in half. You glance down, gasping once again when you realize just how much more has yet to enter you.

“You okay?” Mack asks, nuzzling into your cheek, pressing loving kisses against your skin. “Talk to me baby, tell me how you feel.”

“G-Good,” you stutter out, taking deep breaths, willing yourself to relax. “Y-You’re big….”

Mack groans, hips stuttering, as he drops his head to your shoulder. He pushes in another inch, causing you to hiss, nails digging into his shoulder. “Can’t say things like that, baby,” he says into your shoulder. “Gonna make me cum too soon.”

You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding onto him as he eases the rest of the way inside. He goes slow, gentle, thumb finding your clit and pressing into it to make you feel good.

When he’s pushed all the way in to the hilt, he stays like that for a few moments, letting you adjust to the feeling. He holds you, pressing kisses to your face, whispering loving words into your ear. “Doing so good, baby, so pretty. Taking me so perfect. You feel so good.”

You can feel him practically vibrating with need, his stomach clenching, chest heaving against yours. His hips twitch every few seconds, desperate for stimulation, but he holds himself back. Forces himself to stay still for your benefit. It’s sweet, and you’re eternally grateful for him, and how thoughtful he is. That, and you’re also thankful for how pretty he looks like this. Pink cheeks, mouth dropped open in a constant low whine, cock twitching inside of you every time you clench. He grinds into your clit, moving as little as possible while also trying to pleasure you.

You have the most perfect boyfriend in the world.

“Mack,” you say, voice unsteady yet confident. “You can move now. P-Please, move.”

Mack does his best to not look too excited, but fails. He nods, and dutifully raises himself up a bit, leaning in to kiss you as he pulls his hips back, swallowing your moan at the feeling of him sliding out of you. His thumb finds your clit again, pressing on your button as he slides all the way back inside, the dull head of his cock thumping against that spot again. That spot that feels really good.

After that, it’s like Mack can’t hold himself back anymore. He pulls back again, thrusting inside with as much gentleness as he can muster while also trying to sate his need for you. Little noises leave your with every thrust, little moans and whines and whimpers that were music to Mack’s ears.

He moves to your neck, softly sucking marks into the soft skin there. You whine at the feeling, tilting your head to give him better access as he continues to pump himself in and out.

The steady thump of him inside of you, combined with the feeling of him kissing at your pulse point and pressing on your clit, has you teetering on the edge within minutes. You can tell Mack’s there too, based on the way his moans have gotten louder and closer together, directly in your ear, and the way his thrusts are getting sloppier.

Mack takes a deep breath, then starts doubling down. “Cum for me,” he says. “C’mon baby, let me feel it.”

You’re shaking like a leaf, eyes rolling to the back of your head with pleasure. Your nails are digging into Mack’s biceps, he hisses but doesn’t falter.

“S-So tight…” he grunts out as he continues fucking you like his life depends on it, the steady smack of his hips hitting yours sounding throughout he room, mixing with your moans and his. “Feels so good baby. So good….”

You hit your peak not long after that, the coil snapping in your stomach. You cry out, legs wrapping around his middle, holding him to you as you ride it out.

Mack finishes, buried inside you, nose pressed to your cheek while you come down from your orgasm. He lays against your for a few minutes, neither of you saying anything as you catch your breath. You stay pressed together like that, Mack softening inside of you, your fingers tangled in his hair. For everything that you and Mack have done together before this, you’ve never felt closer to him than right now, and you fucking love it.

After a few minutes, he lifts his head, looking at you with such raw concern it makes your heart ache. “Was that okay?” he asks. “Are… are you okay?”

You nod, feeling a blissed out smile come onto your face. “I’m great,” you say breathily, laughing a little bit. “That was… amazing.”

“Really?” Mack sits up straighter, disbelief written across his face.

You nod, pulling him down and into a kiss. “Yeah, Mackie. That was great. I’m so thankful that my first time was with you.” Your smile is wide, pressing your forehead to his.

Mack just kisses you again, smiling into it, holding you tight.

You know that it’s early, that you probably shouldn’t be thinking things like this, but Mack is it for you. You know it. The connection that the two of you have, the way he makes you feel. For most of your life, it’s been just you and your dad, and a part of you thought that it always would be. You really struggled meeting people your age growing up, especially guys. You never thought that you would experience love like this, and feeling like this with Mack? You’re so unbelievably grateful for him, and count your lucky stars for him every day.

The two of you lay together like that for a few minutes, basking in each other’s presence, holding each other. After such an intimate moment, combined with the fact that this is the first night you’re going to spend in each other’s arms after being apart for so long.

“I love you so much,” Mack whispers into your ear, pressing loving kisses to your cheek. “I can’t believe how lucky I am, that I get to be with you.”

You smile, feeling your entire being swell with love and happiness. You open your mouth, about to say something, when your phone buzzes on the other side of the bed.

Groaning, you reach over, pulling it closer to you before picking it up.

“Oh fuck,” you say, laughing. “It’s a text from my dad.”

“What?” Mack sits up, panicked.

You giggle at his reaction, as if your dad were to walk through the door at this very moment and catch the two of you… like this. “He’s just asking if I got here safe,” you smile, typing out a quick response. “You’re fine, babe.”

Mack lets out a sigh of relief. “Okay, good.”

He lays back down, nuzzling into your neck, letting out a sigh of relief. In a few minutes, you’re going to tell him to get up and clean you off. Maybe take a shower, but you’re concerned about how well you’ll be able to stand, considering your legs feel like jelly right now. Then you’re going to fall asleep in your boyfriend’s arms, and you’re going to sleep in tomorrow morning.

Nothing has ever felt more natural than this.

This feels like the start of forever, the beginning of the rest of your life with Mack, and you can’t wait to see how your life intertwines with his.

When you met up with him for a birthday lunch, he even went so far as to say: “You can support both of us, I got you as a fan for the first 19 years of your life. Now you can give some of that to Macklin.”

But you were still torn, flicking through your closet looking at the old Penguins merch you have, and the newer Sharks ones. Wearing Sharks gear is easier when your dad isn’t the team they are playing.

So, for old times' sake, you pull out a Penguins letterman’s jacket with Crosby and 87 emblazoned on the back, and the team logo resting right over your heart. Something about it still pulls at you, unsure if it's the right thing to be wearing. If you had more time to dwell on it, you might have just shown up to the game in the blankest outfit you own. But you don’t, so you fix your hair in the mirror and adjust the small tennis bracelet that Mack got you for your birthday before heading out the door.

You get into the back hallways of the SAP Center easily, most of the security guards and workers there recognize you easily. You walk in the direction of the home locker room, looking for Macklin, when you nearly get hit in the face with a soccer ball. The black and white blur whizzes past you, you dodge it quickly before you look down the hallway at the culprit. It’s none other than your boyfriend himself.

“I am so sorry, baby,” Macklin bounds up to you.

“It’s fine, I’m in the way. My fault for trying to interrupt a game of sewer ball.” You laugh, while shaking your head, and give him a quick peck on the cheek. “I just wanted to see you before I went to go find my dad.”

“Well, I’m always happy to see you,” Macklin says, giving you a wide smile, but that smile drops as he takes in what you are wearing. “Wait. That’s not Sharks gear.”

“Umm…no, it’s not.” You say bashfully and look down at the letterman’s jacket. “Don’t make me feel guilty. I already spent two hours having an existential crisis over what to wear to this game.”

“No, no, no, I wouldn’t do that. I was joking, you have every right to wear that jacket. You're Crosby, it makes sense for you to support your dad.” Mack rambles, trying to make you feel better, rubbing circles across your knuckles. “We haven’t been dating that long, and you’ve been a Crosby for 19 years-“

“Mack.” You try to interrupt his word vomit.

“You were at all of the Stanley Cup games. I’ve seen the pictures in your house. Wait no! That sounds weird.” He continues digging the hole further.

“Mack, baby.”

Mack finally stops talking and looks at you sheepishly, “Yeah?”

“You’re rambling. I thought I was overthinking this, but clearly you’re overthinking it more.”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” He lets out a long sigh, shoving his hands into the pocket of his sweatshirt.

“I have the bracelet you got me on, though.” You slide up the sleeve of the jacket and show him the bracelet, trying to reassure him.

Mack smiles shyly again, his cheeks still turning a blotchy red. Almost like he can’t believe that you are dating him. “It looks good on you.”

“Flattery gets you nowhere, Celebrini.”

“Hey, it got me a date with you, Crosby.” He retorts.

“You and I seem to have different recollections of how you asked me out. I seem to remember a lot more rambling and stumbling over your words.” You feign an expression of deep thought, finger tapping your chin.

“Fine, maybe I was a lot less smooth than I remember.”

“I think I remember you tripping, actually.” You hum and nudge his shoulder.

“Okay, that did not happen.”

“Mack, stop flirting with your traitor girlfriend and bring the ball back!” Tyler Toffoli yells from down the hall, and you let out a chuckle. “Also, happy birthday.”

“Thank you! Right, I guess I gotta get back. I’ll see you after the game?” Mack sighs and tilts his head.

“Of course.” You nod. “Have a good game. I’ll cheer when you score, but nothing else.”

“Alright, bye, baby.” He returns the kiss on the cheek you gave him earlier, hand moving to softly rest on your waist. “Happy birthday. I love you.”

“Thank you. I love you, and I’ll see you after.” You lean into the press of his mouth on the apple of your cheek. “Good luck, Sharks!”

The Sharks wave goodbye to you. A chorus of “thank you’s” and “Happy Birthdays” follows behind you as you make your way to the away team locker room.

“Baby Crosby!” Geno Malkin bellows as he spots you walking down the hall.

“I’m 19 now, Geno, not really a baby.”

“That is lie, I held you when you were a baby. You are not much bigger now.” He gives you a long hug.

“Don’t height shame me.”

“Happy birthday, gator.” Kris Letang walks out of the locker room, and you grin.

“Hi, Tanger.” You walk over and hug him, too.

“Have a good day so far?” He asks.

“Yeah, I had breakfast with my boyfriend, lunch with dad, then I went to dinner with some friends before coming here.”

“Ah, yes, Baby Shark.”

“He has a name, Geno.” Sidney Crosby walks out of the dressing room. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Dad.” He kisses the top of your head, “Have a good rest of your day?”

“I did.”

“I’m glad.” A person from the media team walks over and snaps a few pictures. “You should get to your seat. I’ll talk to you after, sweetheart. Oh, and nice jacket.”

“Thanks, I felt like I needed some yellow in my life today.” You give him a cheeky smile.

“Yellow always makes the day feel brighter.” He gives you a fist bump.

“Sure does, good luck, Pens!” You wave and walk to your seats.

You get to your normal seats in the lower bowl near the away team bench. Mack said he liked being able to see you from the Sharks bench, so you picked a seat where he could see you in the stands. You meet your friends down in the seats.

“Y/N over here!” You sit down next to them.

“You guys get here okay?”

“Yeah, traffic wasn’t too bad from school.” Your friend, Emery, shakes her head while taking a sip of her drink. “Thank you for inviting us. This is so cool. I’ve never been to a hockey game before.”

“Well, you’re in for a treat.” You smile, leaning back in your seat.

“So is boyfriend on the ice yet?” Paloma, one seat over from you, looks at all of the players on the ice.

“He’s not on the ice. This is the opposing team, aka my dad’s team.”

“Number 87?” Emery points to your dad.

“Yeah, that’s him.” You nod.

“What the fuck, Y/N! You didn’t tell us your dad was hot.”

“Why would you say that! He’s my dad!” You practically screech.

“He is Y/N. Total DILF.” Paloma adds to sending the shiver further down your spine.

“Please stop, I see enough people on the internet thirsting over my dad. I don't need you two to do it, too.” You rub the bridge of your nose.

“Fine, fine, we’ll stop.” Emery concedes.

“Thank you.”

“Still hot,” Paloma mumbles underneath her breath, and you shove her shoulder, making the three of you burst out into laughter.

The game starts quick and fast. Your eyes bounce between all of the players on the ice, unsure of what team to cheer for. To take your mind off trying to figure out which team to keep your eye on, you spend the majority of the time commenting on all of the plays for your friends.

“Do you think you could set me up with any of these guys on either team? I’d gladly take any of them.” Paloma pops a few pieces of popcorn into her mouth, and you realize they probably weren’t listening to you all that much.

“Well, most of them are married or in long-term relationships.” You steal some of the popcorn from her container.

“What about number 6? Sharks, last name Dickinson.” Emery asks.

“He’s single.” You nod, looking across the ice at Sam Dickinson.

“Give him my number if you can.” She jokes.

“I need to have a photobook of all my friends to show you guys off.”

“You should for sure.” Paloma nods profusely.

The goal horn goes off, and you look back at the ice to see the Sharks jumping on Macklin in the corner near the Pens net. “Sharks Goal!”

You look up at the screens to watch the replay. Mack shoots a beauty of a wristshot, and it hits the upper right side of the net just on the other side of the goalie. You jump up from your seat and nearly cheer before swallowing it back down. A screaming Sharks fan looks over at you, confused, and you move to sit down, but not before your eyes travel back to the ice, and you see Mack point at you.

“Loser.” You mouth with a laugh.

“Love you too.” He mouths back.

“You two are sickeningly sweet.” Emery drapes herself over your shoulders, head leaning against yours. You put your hands softly on her arms. “I hope that type of love finds me, too.”

“It will find you Em.” You rub your hand on her arm and the three of you sit down again as the game resumes.

“Good, I was thinking maybe number 6 for me and number 2 for P over here.”

“Sure, I’ll be sure to give them both your numbers and pictures.” You laugh.

“Good, you can’t be the only one with a hockey boyfriend, Crosby.” Paloma hands the popcorn bucket over to you.

•••

The game ends with the Penguins winning in overtime. Emery and Paloma walk with you to the visitors' side. Your phone buzzes in your purse, and you pull it out to see a message from your dad.

DAD

Come meet me once you get out of the stands.

YOU

Alright I’ll meet you then 😁

“Oooh, can we meet your dad?” Paloma asks, looking over your shoulder.

“Sure, he wanted to meet my friends.” You nod.

You see your dad coming out of the visitors' dressing room, back in his suit.

“Dad!” He turns at the sound of your voice and walks over to you. “Good game.”

“Thanks, sweetheart, just wanted to say goodbye.”

“This is Paloma and Emery.” You introduce your friends.

“Nice to meet you both.” Your dad shakes their hands.

“Have a safe flight to LA.” You give him a long hug.

“I will. Text me about your match on Friday?” You two pull away.

“For sure.”

“Good luck at the match, you guys.” He waves and walks out with the rest of the team.

“Thank you, Mr. Crosby.” Emery waves.

“Just Sid is fine.” He responds before disappearing altogether.

“Alright, you two to the Sharks' family room we go.” You turn around and push them back in the direction of the family room.

Once you enter the family room, you’re greeted by the few WAGs still there. The rest of the guys are probably finishing up with the media.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N.” Cat Toffoli greets you with a hug, “I tried to find you before the game, but you were off with your dad. I wanted to give you this, it’s a gift from me and Ty.”

“Oh my god, thank you so much.” You take the gift bag. “I’ll open this later.”

“No worries, just text me if you don’t like it.”

“I probably will love it.” You smile and hug her one more time, “Thank you again.”

“It’s no big deal.” Cat rubs your shoulder and moves to talk to Felicia Wennberg.

Will walks into the family room to meet his mom and sister, “Hey, Crosby.”

“Good game, Smitty.” You pat his shoulder.

“Thanks, wish it was a win but it’s whatever.” He rolls his eyes, “Mack’s finishing up with the media, he will be out soon.”

“Sounds good.” Emery hits your shoulder, “Oh, these are my friends Emery and Paloma, they’re on the tennis team with me.”

“Nice to meet you both.” Will smiles charmingly, “Well, I’ll see you sometime this week, probably.”

“Most likely.” You agree and let him greet his family.

“Fuck Y/N, I might break my no blonde men rule,” Paloma whispers.

“Oh shut the fuck up, what about that guy from SigEp you were talking to?”

“What about him?” She asks.

“Are you not still talking to him?”

“No, he was a douche, talking with Victoria and Priya.” Paloma rolls her eyes.

“The doubles partners?” You gasp.

“Yeah, crazy, right?” She agrees.

“Y/N?” Mack walks into the family room, back in his game day outfit, “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, I just need to take Paloma and Emery to their car.” You greet him, and he gives a small nod. “Then we can head out.”

“Third and fourth wheeling here.” Emery laughs, and the four of you leave the family room.

You hook your arm around Mack’s and rub small circles on his bicep. You can see his mind racing, going over every play of the game.

“You good, baby?” You ask softly, and he gives a small nod. You can tell he’s in his head about the loss, but you don’t want to overwhelm him with questions.

“Hey, Y/N. P and I are fine to walk back to the parking garage. You and Mack can head out.” Emery touches your arm.

“You sure?”

“Totally, we’ll see you at practice.” She smiles.

“Thanks for inviting us.” Paloma agrees, you hug them both.

“No problem, see you later.”

“Bye, Mack.” Emery waves, and he gives a small smile that drops as soon as they both start to walk away.

You look back over at Mack, and he has a slight blank look on his face. He pushes off the wall and trudges over to you.

“Everything okay?” You cup his face gently.

“Just thinking about the game.” He mutters, and you purse your lips.

“You played great, a goal and three assists. You lost in overtime. It was a tie game all of the third. You guys played hard.”

“I could have stopped the goal, though, but I hesitated, and Malkin scored.”

“And is that your fault? There were two other guys on the ice.” You lace your fingers through his, and the two of you walk to the player parking lot.

“I know I just…”

“Just what?” You ask sincerely. “There was nothing else you could have done, you were behind Geno nearly halfway across the ice. Will and Toff were closer to the net.”

“I know…” He repeats, “I’m sorry it’s your birthday, and I’m being stupid.”

“Birthday or not, you’re allowed to be disappointed at the turnout of the game, but you aren’t allowed to be disappointed in yourself.” You squeeze his hand. “Now it’s my birthday, and I have yet to have my birthday cake, so come back to my apartment with me?”

“You haven’t had cake yet, that's a shocker.” Mack smiles genuinely for the first time since the end of the game.

“My sweet tooth is never satisfied, baby.” You grin widely.

“Cake it is then.” Mack wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer into his side.

“I’m proud of you.” You say, eyes flicking over to him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He kisses the side of your head, and you rub his side. “Even if I’m not wearing your team merch.”

“How was the game for you?” He asks and watches you pull out your keys.

“I spent the entire time being a color commentator for Em and P because I had no clue who to cheer for. When you scored your goal, I had to stop myself from screaming.” You respond.

“I thought it was weird you were already standing up.”

“I know some guy in a Sharks jersey looked at me like I was crazy. But your celly was cute.” Mack looks at you, listening intently.

“You think so? You mouthed ‘loser’ back at me, so I wasn’t sure.” He pinches your shoulder, and you pinch his side in retaliation.

“I think everything you do is cute.”

“I was hoping you’d say, like, hot or sexy.” Mack rolls his eyes as you unlock your car.

“That too, but mostly cute.” You pat his cheek and round to the driver's side.

“Sexy in other things, right?”

“Very. Don’t worry.” You start the car. “Now it’s cake time, birthday girl orders.”

“Anything else the birthday girl orders?” He asks and buckles himself into his seat.

“Maybe a birthday cake in bed?” You smile suggestively.

“Might get messy.” Mack leans over the center console, and you mirror him.

“I don’t mind.” You peck his mouth, and he returns it with a longer kiss.

“Let’s go.” He pulls away and settles into his seat.

“Alright.” You agree and put the car into reverse, pulling the car out of the parking spot. “Should I speed home?”

“No.” He pauses, “Yes…maybe? You know what, just drive.”

You laugh and start driving off into the night.

as much as you've tried to soothe his worries, you know that it's not an entirely unreasonable worry. your dad has always been adamant that no boy will ever be good enough for you. he's tried, but he always ends up scaring your boyfriends away.

that's usually fine, because you're never too attached to the guys that you date. plus, he always manages to swoop in and scare them off right as you're getting sick of them, too, so you use your dad as an excuse to break up with guys.

but you don't want that to happen with macklin. you've never felt this way before, and the idea of your dad scaring him off is... you don't even want to think about it.

even though you and macklin have brainstormed every possible way to see each other, nothing's worked out.

it's finally happening, though. the sharks are playing the penguins in pittsburgh this weekend, and you and macklin have agreed that you'll do anything to see each other away from the rink, where you can hold each other without the worry about your dad seeing you.

the sharks arrive in pittsburgh the day before the game, which gives the two of you time.

right as you're texting, trying to coordinate and figure out where the best place to meet up is, your dad knocks on your door.

"come in!" you call, quickly turning off your phone and dropping it on the bed next to you as casually as possible, hoping your dad doesn't decide today is the day for questions.

"hey, i'm gonna go out to lunch with some of the guys. just spend some time together off the ice, y'know?" he leans against your doorframe, wearing an Under Armor t-shirt and jeans, a ball cap pulled over his eyes. It's the same "disguise" he's been wearing since you were a kid, and even though you always insist it's not doing anything, he rarely gets recognized when he's wearing it. "one of the guys is bringing his kids 'cause his wife is busy. you wanna come?"

you bite your bottom lip nervously. you probably should go. you love spending time with your dad and his teammates, especially if one of them is bringing his kids, which means you get little kid cuddles.

this is the perfect opportunity for you and macklin, though.

and it's that thought that ultimately causes you to say, "um, i think i'm good. kinda just want a relaxed day at home, you know?"

your dad nods in understanding, not a hint of suspicion anywhere on his face, thankfully.

"sounds good. text me if you need anything, okay?" he raps his knuckles on your door a few times, then leaves, closing it behind him.

you nearly squeal in excitement as soon as your dad is gone. you're finally going to get to see macklin, spend time with him by yourselves.

you quickly send him a text, and then rush to your closet to find a cute outfit.

macklin arrives an hour and a half later. your dad is gone, definitely on the way to the restaurant (thank you, life360), and you're wearing a cute but simple outfit: a white, short-sleeved babydoll top and dark wash jeans, complete with your usual jewelry stack, your feet covered in soft white socks. cute, but not like you tried too hard, casual.

when he knocks, you're waiting next to the door, opening it instantly. you throw your arms around his neck, practically catapulting yourself into his hold. he wraps his arms around your waist and buries himself in your neck, inhaling deeply, squeezing you tight.

"you're here!" you say, threading your fingers through his light brown hair, relishing in the softness of it. "i can't believe it, you're actually here!"

"i know," he says into your skin, pressing kisses to the spot where your neck meets your shoulders. "oh my god, this is amazing,"

the two of you stay like that for a minute, holding each other in the doorway of your home, before you remember that your dad is very close friends with the gossipy old lady next door, and she'll definitely rat you out if she sees you.

so you pull away, cupping mack's soft face in your hands. "do you wanna... come up to my room?"

he nods, and moves farther into the house. you close the door behind him, before taking his hand and leading him up the stairs.

when macklin walks through the threshold of your doorway, you silently thank your past self for cleaning up a bit when he was on his way. he's quiet for a few seconds, looking around, taking in his surroundings.

you sit down on your bed, patting the spot next to you. macklin sits down, too, and you reach over, entangling your hands.

"how have you been?" you ask softly, resting your cheek on your shoulder.

macklin plays with the rings on your finger. "pretty good, i guess. stressful season, but it's okay,"

you frown, scooting closer to him. "i'm sorry. i wish i could... be there with you. all the time,"

"me too," mack's eyes flit down to your lips, then back to your eyes.

you give him a soft smile, and lean in.

kissing macklin is always a wonderful experience. he kisses like you're air, and he's suffocating. he kisses with such adoration, such intensity and love behind each movement, that you get a little light-headed.

you love kissing mack. you have since your first kiss. but kissing him after not seeing him in person for four months straight... it's a completely different experience.

within seconds, you're gasping into his mouth. he slips his tongue in, massaging yours with his, pulling you closer to him, as if he can't bear to be any farther away from you. both of your eyes slip closed, and you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

mack shivers a bit, his hands falling at your hips, squeezing as your noses bump. one of your hands starts travelling down his body, tracing the lines of his muscles through his thin t-shirt, before finally finding its destination at the crotch of his jeans.

he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, letting out a shaky breath. "baby..." he murmurs.

"what?" you ask innocently. you cup him through the rough fabric, gripping him lightly, and mack's body seizes, a little whimper escaping him. "i'll stop if you ask me to," you say into his ear, pressing a kiss to his temple.

he rests his forehead on your shoulder as you continue stroking him through his pants, his jeans getting tighter by the second. his hands are still harsh on your hips, squeezing so tight you wouldn't be surprised to find marks there tomorrow, which you would greatly welcome.

after a few seconds of this, he lifts his head back up and attacks your lips with his. you kiss back with the same intensity, and allow him to maneuver you to be laying down on your bed, him hovering over you.

he's grinding into your thigh, rutting desperately, breathing hard. his chest is heaving, and when you pull back a bit to admire him, you see that his face is bright red, cheeks splotchy, sweat beading on his forehead.

"you're so pretty, mack," you say, tangling one of your hands in his hair. "i love seeing you like this,"

he groans, and drops his face into your neck, panting. "i m-missed you so much," he whimpers. he wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you closer. "th-thought about you every day,"

you smile, lovingly rubbing your thumb against his blushing cheek. "oh mackie, i think about you everyday, too,"

he continues sputtering love-filled nonsense into your neck, rutting against your body. after a while, you grasp his hair and use it to pull him back to your lips, slipping your tongue into his mouth with ease.

you both moan into the kiss, and you reach down, grasping him through denim, and he ruts into your palm.

the two of you are so caught up in each other, so excited to be together again, so eager to let out all of the tension and neediness that's been building for months into each other, that you don't hear the garage door open and close downstairs.

sid forgot his wallet. and apple pay isn't set up on his new phone, so he had to turn around to come back and get it. there's no rush or anything today, just him and his buds hanging out, so there was no pressure in having to turn around and get it.

when he turned onto his street, he noticed something. a truck parked in front of his house. he thought it was weird, but didn't think too much of it, probably just a neighbor having company who accidentally parked in front of his house instead of the neighbor's. it's happened before, and it's not a big deal.

he pulled into the garage and quickly ran inside, finding his wallet right where he left it on the counter, rolling his eyes at himself. you always tease him for being like cinderella, leaving things wherever he goes. unfortunately, you're right, even though he vehemently denies it.

he goes back to the door leading into the garage, about to leave again, when he thinks of you.

you and sidney haven't had that much time together recently. and even though you said you wanted a relaxing day at home... he still wants to spend time with you.

so he starts up the stairs, determined to convince you to come hangout with him and his teammates. you've always been his buddy, who he brings along to every outing, and that's getting less and less common the older you get. you're eighteen now, and he misses when you were little.

that's what spurs him up the stairs, determination in every footstep.

except, when he reaches your door, something is... off. there's sounds coming from inside your room that might be coming from your tv, but....

he knocks. no answer.

brow furrowed, sidney crosby opens the door to his daughter's bedroom with a bang.

of all the things that he expected to see when he opened the door to your room, sid absolutely did not think he would see macklin celebrini, the young, star player of the san jose sharks, the team he's playing against tomorrow eating his daughter's face off.

"dad!" you screech. macklin flies off you in an instant, scuttling to the other end of your bed. "oh my god!"

your dad's eyes are narrowed, looking at macklin, and then you, and then at macklin again.

fuck, you think, covering your face in embarrassment. when you chance a look at macklin, you see that his face is redder than a tomato, his hands awkwardly covering his crotch. you sigh and toss him one of your floral throw pillows, which he gratefully places over his lap, gulping.

"what... is happening?" your dad asks, crossing his arms, glaring at macklin.

you stand up, holding your hands out to your dad in a placating gesture. "dad, stay calm,"

"stay calm?" he demands, looking at you like you're crazy. "are you kidding? i forget my wallet at home, and come back to macklin celebrini making out with my daughter!"

the expression on your dad's face tells you that he's in disbelief at the situation. the wry laugh he lets out a few seconds later confirms your suspicion.

"i... um," you look back at macklin, who looks terrified and helpless, clutching the throw pillow in his lap like a lifeline. "okay. can we... can we go downstairs and talk?"

your dad nods wordlessly, then turns and leaves. a few seconds later, you hear him stomping down the stairs.

you turn to macklin. "stay here. i'll calm him down, and then when you're not..." you gesture to the throw pillow. "then you can come downstairs and talk to him, too,"

macklin nods, eyes clenched shut, clearly trying to pretend anything other than this is happening.

you meet your dad in the living room. he's sitting on the couch, arms crossed again, looking expectantly at the stairs. when he sees you're alone, he says, "where is he? i want to talk to him, too,"

you come to sit on the armchair across from the couch. "no, we're gonna talk first. you need to calm down,"

"i am calm!" your dad insists, despite very clearly being the opposite of calm. "i just would love to have more information on why macklin celebrini was feeling you up in your bed!"

you sigh, covering your face with your hands. you and macklin had had lots of discussions on when you were going to tell your dad, more importantly how. this was definitely not what you were expecting, but there was no coming back from it now.

"dad... i know that this is... shocking," your dad interrupts with a scoff. you glare at him and continue, "but... i don't want you to be mad. this isn't just some... hookup, or something like that. mack and i have been together for a while now, and we... we love each other. we haven't seen each other in person in months, and we just got a little bit carried away,"

"you've been together for months?" your dad's eyes look like they're going to bug out of his head. he stares at you for a few seconds, slack-jawed. then his expression changes to something else, something... sadder. "why didn't you tell me?"

you hesitate, unsure how truthful to be. "i guess we were just... worried about your reaction. you've always been really protective over me, and i wasn't sure how you would feel about me dating an nhl player. plus, mack is kind of terrified of you,"

one thing that your dad had always told you growing up was to never date anyone who plays in the nhl. he's met lots of great players that are horrible people, never there for their wives and families, never dependable or reliable. yes, sidney was a great dad to you, but there was a lot of sacrifice, both on the ice and from you. he always encouraged you to find someone as far away from hockey as possible to love.

you tried, really. it just didn't work out that way.

sidney sighs. "i guess... i guess that's understandable. i didn't exactly react the best, did i?" he laughs a little, and you laugh, too. "in my defense, though, i think i would've reacted that way if i caught you making out with anyone, not just macklin,"

you nod. "that's fair,"

"i'm sorry i made you feel like you couldn't tell me," your dad apologizes. "i... i just want the best for you, baby. i always have. i haven't seen the two of you together, very much..." he shudders, thinking about what he walked in on a few seconds ago. "but, i'm willing to give him a chance.

you smile, and move to the couch. your dad wraps you in a hug, and you lay your head on his chest, just like you did when you were a little kid. "thanks, dad," you say, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"of course, kiddo," your dad said, squeezing you tight in his hug.

right at that moment, the sound of macklin coming down the stairs breaks you and your dad from your moment. his cheeks are still bright pink, but he's clearly tried to put himself together a bit more. his hair looks like he's combed through it with his fingers, he's fixed his shirt, and he's no longer hard. at least, not visibly.

"mr. crosby..." macklin starts hesitantly, coming to stand in front of you and your dad. "i wanted to apologize for-"

"sid," your dad corrects with a tired sigh. "just because you're fooling around with my daughter doesn't mean i want to be mr. crosby all of a sudden,"

you and macklin both cringe at your dad's choice of words.

"okay, um... sid, i wanted to apologize for how you found me and your daughter," he's standing so straight you worry a puff of air will knock him over. "but i wanted you to know that we're not just... um, fooling around, but we're together. and i love her."

your dad sighs, and stands up. you have the urge to stop him, but you know where this is going, and figure that your dad just has to get it out of his system.

macklin is taller than your dad, but right now, it doesn't seem that way. your dad straightens himself, and looks directly into your boyfriend's eyes as he says, "i'm allowing this to happen. but don't let your guard down, because if you dare do anything to make my baby girl upset? i'll be right there in an instant, and you'll regret every decision you've ever made,"

mack is practically shaking under your dad's glare, but he manages to gulp out a, "yes sir,"

your dad smiles, and places one of his big hands on your boyfriend's shoulder. he smiles and says, "we're gonna beat your asses tomorrow. you know that, right?"

macklin nods.

"dad, stop," you stand up, sighing. "i think he gets it,"

your dad takes a step back and nods, smiling. "well, i have to get back to lunch. i'm going to... leave the two of you here, i guess. when i get back, everybody better be fully clothed and acting like little saints. yes?"

"yes," you and macklin both say in unison. you roll your eyes, which your dad responds to with a wink.

your dad leaves pretty quick after that, shouting a goodbye and a reminder to stay pure over his shoulder as he enters the garage. as soon as the garage door closes and your dad's driven away, macklin's entire body relaxes, and he lets out a long breath.

you pull him into your arms, rubbing his back. "you did great babe," you tell him.

"that was the most stressful fifteen minutes of my life," he sputters out. "oh my god, i cannot believe my childhood hockey idol just caught me humping his daughter!"

you try and stifle a giggle, but fail miserably. macklin lifts his head from your shoulder and glares at you, looking totally betrayed.

"i'm sorry! but you have to admit, that was funny," you say, smiling wide.

"no it was not!" macklin crosses his arms, huffing. "that was humiliating, and very scary,"

"oh come on, my dad's not that scary,"

"yes he is! i thought he was gonna kill me!" macklin's voice is high and squeaky now, which only serves to make you laugh harder. "stop laughing!"

"i'm sorry!" you exclaim.

you apologize by pulling macklin in by his neck and pressing a loving kiss to his lips. he smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist. he hesitates when you try and deepen the kiss, though.

when you let out a whine and try again, macklin pulls away fully. "nope, sorry. not after what just happened,"

you roll your eyes. you love your dad, but he ruins everything sometimes.

the penguins beat the sharks horribly. for some reason, san jose sharks player macklin celebrini seems to be off his game. anytime he comes near sidney crosby, he hesitates, always just long enough for crosby to steal the puck and skate in the direction of the sharks' goal.

no one can figure out what's going on with macklin, but sidney crosby's daughter, sitting in the stands with her best friend watching the game, knows exactly what's going on.

every time your dad gets close to mack, you can see them exchange a few words, and you have no doubt you're their topic of conversation.

"i can't believe you're the reason macklin celebrini is playing bad tonight," your best friend teases.

you want to deny it, but unfortunately, she's right.

thankfully, you haven't gone public with your relationship yet. still, this is going to be an interesting season.

a/n: thank you so much for requesting! this was really fun to write, although i suck at writing kiss scenes so i apologize ): i love crosby!reader! also, i apologize this was a BEEFY fic, but i love it so idc

EXCERPT FROM A POST-WIN INTERVIEW WITH Y/N CROSBY:

[start of interview]

INTERVIEWER: “How are you feeling after this win?”

CROSBY: “Obviously ecstatic. This is the last time I’ll be able to play at the Junior level before having to move up to the WTA circuit, so it was nice to go out on a win.”

INTERVIEWER: “Tennis fans were surprised to learn that you're heading to college instead of going pro right away. What do you have to say on your commitment to the Stanford Tennis Program?”

CROSBY: “Well, I always wanted to get a degree, college was always a synonymous goal with playing professional tennis. So I say I’ll be training my ass off playing with Stanford, and look to see me on the court at WTA Tour events.”

INTERVIEWER: “We will look forward to watching you play.”

CROSBY: “Thank you.”

INTERVIEWER: “One last question. It didn’t go unnoticed that your father Sidney Crosby was here in the stands today, how does that feel?”

CROSBY: “It’s amazing, he can’t always come to every match I play but I love it when he can. I will be honest, I think I play better with him here.”

INTERVIEW: "That's very sweet. Thank you for your time and congratulations on the win.”

CROSBY: “Thank you so much”

[end of interview]

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nosebleeds • doechii

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yn_crosby I look good from the nosebleeds, bitch

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user1 the last slide 😭

⤷ user2 baby sidney crosby and his baby

yourfriend yeah you won the Junior US Open for the plot…yeah

⤷ yn_crosby yeah for the plot only nothing else

user3 she’s so iconic

⤷ user4 she is like the princess of the nhl

⤷ user5 and she doesn’t play hockey

almadelacruz congratulations

⤷ yn_crosby thanks alma 🩷

⤷ user6 the next alcaraz and sinner rivalry

⤷ user7 enemies to lovers?

⤷ user8 oh that’s not…let’s not do that

mackcelebrini 🔥🔥🔥

⤷ user9 well you tried

⤷ user10 you’re doing great sweetie!

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summerboy • lady gaga

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yn_crosby is naming my penguin mack sacrilegious?

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user11 why mack y/n? why mack? I NEED TO KNOW Y/N!!

yourfriend VIOLENTLY outmogging everyone

⤷ yn_crosby baddest bitches in cole harbor

user12 this feels like a clue

⤷ user13 yeah…she’s hinting at something

user14 princess of pittsburgh and nova scotia

⤷ user15 people’s hockey princess

_willsmith2 mack really?

⤷ yn_crosby don’t question me william

⤷ mackcelebrini yeah don’t question her william

⤷ _willsmith2 oh god there’s two of them, SAVE ME

⤷ user16 will smith hockey?!? macklin?!?

user17 something fishy is going on here