I was innocently scrolling through amazon, looking for Sidney Crosby related wares as you do, when I stumbled upon this action figure
Pretty cool! Totally normal for a pro athlete, but then I accidentally zoomed in and–
WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU. WHO HURT YOU. WHAT IS IT BOY? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL US?
And right then, as I contemplated how they managed to create a Sidney Crosby face mold that sucks the soul right out of your eyeball sockets, I realized that multi-millionaire, face of the NHL, Sidney Crosby must have many many toys on the market that boast his face. This can’t be the only one. I furthered my research. I was not disappointed.
I kinda really liked this
prompt? I don’t know why, but it was adorable! I love how this turned out! I
even included the giggle-honk (tbh that’s my favorite thing about Sid)! So let
me know what you think guys!
Anon request: Hi
there! Could you do a Sidney Crosby imagine where you’re an assistant athletic
trainer and kinda become the default mom of the group, so the boys tease you
and Sid about being mom and dad? (Also, maybe they like each other but aren’t
dating yet- idk I want to give you artistic freedom). Thank you in advance, and
I think you’re a great writer!
looked up from your current patient as the door opened, watching as Sidney
Crosby peaked his head in.
Requested: Yes: hiiiii can I ask for Sidney Crosby imagine? where he wants kid so bad but you are hesitated so he gets upset and on the next day you guys have to go to kids camp and you see how he is with kids and give in please ?
Word count: 814
Summary: He wants a baby but you’re hesitant then you see him at kids camp
A/N: Howdy Friends! I love you all for sending in requests, they are all really cute ideas and I look forward to writing them! My requests will always be open until otherwise posted. Um, I was thinking about posting everyday but I don’t know if I’ll be able to stay on top of that (shoutout to the accounts that can do that!) so I’m probably gonna stick to every other day until I get a bunch of imagines written and ready to post. And I am so sorry about not posting this the other day like I promised, I had a family thing to attend so I am going to work super hard to write another imagine and post it either tonight or tomorrow. Other than that, messages, asks, and requests are opened (and I love talking to you guys so don’t be shy)! Until the next time I post ✌️️
Anon Request: i love your imagines!! can you write an imagine where you and sidney crosby are just getting your daughter into playing organized hockey and you tell him you want your daughter to play goalie. bc your point is there is more padding. but he has that mindframe that goalies are just really out there and he wants her to play centre like him. but your daughter wants to play goalie too to be like her ‘uncle flower’ and ‘cousin estelle.’
“Come on, mommy! We’re gonna be late!” Lila whined as she dragged you towards the front door. She gripped onto your hand tightly and leaned back on her heels, using all her weight to try and pull you out the door. Lila had a tendency to be dramatic but what 4 year old was rational.
“Hold on, sweetheart, we have to wait for daddy,” you said. You gently pulled her forwards so she was standing upright, and not longer relying on you to keep her up.
“But he’s taking so looonnnngggg,” Lila said as she bounced on her toes impatiently, shaking your arm eagerly.
“Come on, Sid! Lila’s wants to-”
You jumped slightly, a small squeal escaping your lips as you felt a large hand on the small of your back. You looked up at your husband to see him smiling down at you.
“Did I scare ya?” Sid asked with a laugh.
“We should get you a cat bell so you can’t sneak up on me anymore,” you said. Sid was only able to peck your lips before Lila began whining again.
Lila began tugging on your leg, moving you towards the door. You stumbled as you tried to keep up with Lila and the leg she was pulling with her.
“Come on, daddy!” she called back to Sidney.
“I’m coming, Lila,” Sid said mocking the 4 year old. He ran towards Lila and scooped her up in his arms, blowing raspberries on her stomach. Lila erupted into a fit of giggles as she tried to squirm out of her dad’s arms.
“Stop daddy!” Lila tried to say while giggling. Sid stopped and pulled Lila into his chest before running out to the car, spinning in circles until he reached the already running car.
You followed after the two, locking the front door behind you and making your way out to the car as well.
By the time you reached the car, Sid had finished buckling Lila into her booster seat and had just closed the car door. You grabbed the handle of the drivers side door but stopped before actually opening it.
“Did you grab Lila’s peewee registration papers like I asked you too?” you asked.
“Yeah, about that,” Sid said as he handed you the registration papers. “You put Lila’s position down as goalie.”
You took the papers from Sid and put them in your purse.
“What’s wrong with that?” you asked.
“I thought we agreed Lila would be a center,” Sid said.
“No. We argued about this the other day and then you left for practice and we haven’t talked about it since,” I said calmly.
“But she always talks about wanting to be like her dad. How is she gonna be like me if she’s a goalie?” Sid asked.
“She says she wants to play hockey, like her dad does. And as a goalie, she’ll still be playing hockey, just not in the same style as you,” you said.
“Why should she be a goalie? They’re just kind of there. I want her to be a goal scorer, I-”
“I’m sorry babe but she’s gonna be a goalie and that’s final,” I said.
“I don’t wanna argue about this right now,” you said.
“I’m not arguing, I’m persuasively disagreeing,” Sid said.
“Come on, Lila’s dying to go skating with her dad and uncles,” you said.
“But she can be just like me! That’s the whole reason I want her to play hockey. We can skate together, I can practice with her, train her to be the best player in the world. I can’t do that if she’s a goalie,” Sid said.
“You can still practice with her, you’ll just have to pay attention to the goalie drills you do at practice,” you said.
“Why do you want her to be a goalie so bad?” Sid asked.
“Goalies wear more padding so she’s less likely to get hurt,” you said.
“But if she’s a center-”
“Did you even ask Lila what position she wanted to play?” you asked placing your hands on your hips. Sid always said that he wanted Lila to be a center like him, but he never really considered her opinion on the matter.
Before filling out the registration papers, you talked to your daughter about what position she wanted to play.
“No,” Sid said quietly.
“Why don’t you ask her?” you asked folding your arms across your chest, the car keys jingling in your hand.
Sid spun around and pulled open the car door, Lila kicking her legs in excitement.
“Are we there yet?” Lila asked.
“No, sweetheart, but daddy has a question for you,” Sid said softly to his daughter.
“Ok, daddy,” Lila said.
“What position do you wanna play?” Sid asked.
“Goalie!” Lila shouted. Sid looked back at you in pure surprise as she tried to hold back a smile.
“I thought you said you wanted to be like daddy?” Sid asked.
“I wanna be like Uncle Flower and Estelle!” Lila said getting more and more excited.
“Now, if daddy can stop being sour, we can go see Uncle Flower and Estelle,” you taunted, but Sid didn’t seem amused with your teasing.
He closed the car door and turned to you, neither of you saying anything for a moment.
Sid took a deep breath and stepped closer to you. He pressed his lips to your forehead and wrapped his arms around you.
“I’m sorry for being a jerk. I just thought it would be fun if Lila and I could do the father-daughter thing like Flower and Estelle,” Sid said.
“I know baby,” you comforted. Sid leaned down further and pressed his lips to your neck.
“How about we let Lila and Estelle have a sleep over tonight while you and I make another hockey player?” Sid suggested as he breathed against your neck.
You leaned back and pecked Sid’s lips.
“I like the way you think, Crosby,” you said.
“This one is definitely going to be a center,” Sid said as he let go of you and walked around the front of the car.
“We’ll see!” you taunted as you slid into the drivers seat of the car.
what are your favorite books, if you're the reading type?
I mean, I’m not studying to be a librarian because I hate books and want to go undercover to burn them, so yeah. I’m the reading type, I guess. A little. Sort of.
Obviously, you can’t go wrong with Neil Gaiman, and The Graveyard Book is my favourite of his.
Classically speaking, I love Fahrenheit 451 and anything by Bradbury, really.
As a sad Pittsburgh kid, The Perks of Being a Wallflower is simultaneously worse and better than you remember if you haven’t read it since high school. Same with The Catcher in the Rye. It’s worth re-reading as an adult, even just to laugh at the pretentious, whiny parts.
I also love Shakespeare, but what I love even more are Ryan North’s choose-your-own-adventure Shakespeare books (Romeo and/or Juliet and To Be or Not To Be).
I used to have a huge thing for Chuck Palahniuk, and I think Fight Club is still a solid book, but his new collection of short stories was beyond awful and, at times, glaringly racist. Hard pass.
Joey Comeau is my favourite, and I highly recommend EVERYTHING by him, but if I had to narrow it down to three, I’d go with Overqualified, Lockpick Pornography, and The Summer Is Ended and We Are Not Yet Saved. Okay, and The Girl Who Couldn’t Come. And It’s Too Late to Say I’m Sorry… and also One Bloody Thing After Another and We Are Become Pals. That’s, uh. Huh. That’s like all of ‘em. Yeah, read all of 'em.
The Welcome to Night Vale novel was good!
Everything by Caitlin R. Kiernan, but ESPECIALLY Silk.
Anyhow, I’m mostly a poetry kinda kid when it comes to being EXTREMELY into wordstuff, so a ton of novels and short story collections don’t really jump out at me off the top of my head. I’m sure there’s way more I’m missing. Especially if you were looking for fantasy and horror recommendations, because a lot of those are, like… experiences that don’t really develop into Big Faves, you know?