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Sidney Crosby - Shopping Trip

Team: Pittsburgh Penguins

Requested: Yes: you and Sidney Crosby went to shopping and he gets all moody because (you know how girls are with that) till you guys went for bathing suit store he then turn goofy please ? Xoxo

Edited: Yes

Word count: 814

Summary: You go shopping and he’s’ moody until you look at the swimsuits

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anonymous asked:

For the writing prompt can you do 30? Or 29?

30. “one more chapter.” 

Lawyer/Single Dad Sid! Freelance-Stay At Home-Something-Something-Turned Babysitter Geno! 



“One more chapter, Geno, please.”

“You already con me into reading four tonight. Long chapters. You should have been to sleep thirty minutes ago.”

“Please,” she begs and bats her eyes and Sid knows Geno is nothing but putty in her hands. “Just one more.”

“You already say that. Very smooth talker. Going to be a lawyer like your daddy.”

Ella smiles, pleased with the comparison and looks towards the doorway.

Her face lights up when she sees him standing there.

“Daddy!”

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It snows and Sid keeps looking out, wondering if the dogs are ok. Finally he goes for a walk and keeps calling out for them, feeling foolish, until they show up and literally herd him home. Geno growls the pups into line in Sid's mudroom and they all stop tussling long enough for Sid to towel them down before he's even taken off his damp sweater. The puppies start scent marking Sid's house while Geno follows Sid, looking at him with big concerned eyes until Sid makes himself cocoa and sits down.

ooohhhhh I can just see it. Snow falling, sleepy dogs all over the floor. Sid’s not quite sure what he’s going to do, but the weather report is calling for a snowstorm tonight and they’re so well behaved. No chance he’s putting them back outside in this. He puts on a hockey game and lets himself get settled in for the night. Ha, it’s almost like the dogs are watching! Cute! Sid falls asleep with the smallest one in his lap. When he wakes up in the morning the pup in on the floor with all the others, and the big one is stretched out right alongside the couch, close enough that Sid can dangle his hand down and scratch his ears. 

There’s a blanket thrown over Sid, and he wonders for a minute why he doesn’t remember getting up to get it. 

Sharing is Caring - Sidney Crosby

Sitting on the couch, you could feel the cool summer evening air through the open window. It had been so hot earlier and it was supposed to be another scorcher tomorrow…you couldn’t bear to close the windows and deny the apartment a refreshing cool down. So, there you sat, huddled on the sofa, your legs pulled up close to your chest, watching some reality TV show.

You heard him enter the living room before you felt Sid’s arms embrace you from behind.

“Y/N, you’re freezing! Here, lemme close the windows.” You quickly grab his arm before he’s out of reach.

“No, babe, really it’s okay. It’s been so hot lately; it’ll be nice to sleep in tonight if we keep the apartment cool.” Sidney’s mouth drew into a thin line, but your big eyes and pleading face pulled him back away from the windows and down onto the couch with you.

You sat in silence for a bit, his arm encased you, drawing you into his body heat. “What about one of my sweaters?”

You look up and meet Sidney’s gaze. He’d never offered you any of his clothes before.

“I think I have some sweaters here in my drawer…” you start to get up.

“No, no. I’m serious. What about one of my sweaters, Y/N?” Without another word, Sid pops up and disappears down the hall, presumably headed to the bedroom.

After a few minutes, Sidney returns, a worn, charcoal grey mass in his hands. “Now, I know it’s not the newest or the nicest, but this has got to be one of my favourite sweaters – it’s…cozy.” He says the last part a little reluctantly, as if something of his couldn’t be cozy. He hands it to you a little sheepishly.

You take it from him willingly and gently guide your arms and head through the correct holes, standing up so you can adjust it. A giggle escapes Sid.

“What?” you ask looking up, a smile already plastered on your face. You know exactly what he’s giggling at.

“You’re literally swimming in it!” He steps over to you and engulfs you in a hug. “But I’ve gotta say, I think it looks better on you than it does me.”

anonymous asked:

Sid taking up knitting during a concussion because he's bored and it's something he can do without a screen. Sid getting a lil too into it and the local librarians think he's adorable when he checks out the maximum allowable books (all about yarn and knitting). Sid knitting Geno thrummed socks (wool tufts woven in for warmth) because Geno keeps tucking his cold toes under Sid's legs. Sid being superstitious about the curse of the "boyfriend sweater" after reading other people's stories

he just wants to keep his big boyfriend warm!

Untitled Model AU pt. 2

Sid is wildly uncomfortable as stands in front of mirror while Geno circles him.

He feels like he’s tried on everything in the store.

There are clothes, mostly pants because as Sid had quietly pointed out “pants are hard for me,” in three separate piles around the fitting area.

Sid doesn’t want any of it but Geno is firm and persuasive when he said that the deep maroon suit fit him like a glove even without any tailoring.

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“So. We’re doing this today.”

“We agree it’s best time.  Everybody here and happy, maybe little bit drunk.”  Geno’s smile fadees, just a little, as he looks over at Sidney.  “You change your mind?”

“No! I want to tell people.”  He tucks his tongue in his cheek, giving Geno a quick once-over as they skate past the net, where every kid old enough to hold a hockey stick is trying to score on Flower.  “And if I still want to after seeing you in that sweater, I figure this must really be something that’s gonna stick.”

“Is tradition!” Geno protests, smoothing a protective hand down the front of the garment in question: bright red and green, with a penguin that ends with its shoulders at the sweater’s collar.  The scarf around its neck—and, by extension, around Geno's—is a separate, stitched-on piece, as are the fuzzy mittens on its flippers.  “Look around, everyone else has ugly sweater, too. Everyone but you.  Ugly sweater is part of Christmas spirit, Sid.”

“Well then, you must have more spirit than anyone else.”

“Should get you Grinch sweater,” Geno teases, and it’s the exact same tone he uses at home right before his hands start to wander.  “Or Scrooge.”

“Bah humbug.”  The words come out a little breathless, and Geno’s pout transforms into a smirk that has Sidney’s face heating.  “Oh, shut up.”

“So. If you want to tell, what’s problem?” Geno asks, getting them back on-topic.  “Nervous?”

“No. Well, yeah.  Just—how do we do it?”

“Steal Duper’s baby?”  Geno grins at Lola, snoozing in Sidney’s arms, and reaches out to tug gently at the sleeve of her tiny coat.  “They can’t guess after that, is their own fault.”

“I’m not announcing our relationship by stealing a baby,” Sidney hisses, then hesitates.  “Carole-Lyne would kill us.”

“Hmm.” Geno acknowledges that with a tilt of his head.  “We think of something.”

“Sid, thank you,” Duper says, sounding a little ragged around the edges when they make their way off of the ice, clomping back to  the area where all of the non-skaters have gathered around the food.  Kody is wrapped up in his arms, still hiccuping wetly against his father’s shoulder.  “Once more than two of them get going at once, it’s too much for us away from home.”

“Happy to help.”  He cuddles Lola just a little bit closer.  “How’s Zoe?”

“Carole-Lyne is off calming her down.  You don’t mind holding the little one a while longer, do you?”

“I take if Sid gets tired,” Geno offers, looking like he’s fighting the urge to snatch her away immediately.  “I watch them on ice, make sure Sid’s not drop her.”
“I wasn’t going to drop her!”

“Shh, you make her upset.”  He shakes his head when Lola stirs briefly before smushing her face into Sidney’s neck again.  “Here, I take. She like me best, anyway.”

“She does not.  Go away, you’re gonna wake her up.”

“Maeva,” Duper interrupts, dry as the Sahara, “take your sister, please, before these two try to steal her. Sidney, hand my daughter over.”

He wants to protest, but Maeva’s already moving away from the dessert table and reaching up with wide, serious eyes, so what can he do but bend down to carefully transfer Lola into her arms.  She stirs again, fussing for a moment, but Maeva runs a soothing hand over her sister’s back, murmuring softly in French, and she settles quickly enough.

“Come on,” Geno says quietly, a hand at the small of Sidney’s back as he leads him away.  “We get something to eat.”

“Okay.” Sidney feels too cool without the furnace of Lola’s tiny body settled against him, but he doesn’t argue.  “She’s a good baby.”

“Maybe we babysit sometime,” Geno suggests, and Sidney brightens.

“Maybe, yeah.”  He grabs a plate off the end of the buffet and starts loading it up.  “Carole-Lyne was saying they were having trouble finding a new sitter.  Think I could put Taylor down as a reference?”

“Don’t think she remembers you watching her when she’s baby, Sid.”

“Yeah, but I feel like they’d believe her more than my mom.  She at least tries not to embarrass me; Taylor lives for it.”

“Move down,” Geno says, bumping Sidney’s hip lightly with his until he edges away from the fruit.  “Or we just get our own,” he suggests lightly, plucking a bunch of grapes from the platter.  “Not have to borrow from team.”

“That would be a hell of a way to break the news about us,” Sidney laughs, the terrible honking giggle he can never seem to control around Geno.  “It would save us an awkward conversation, I guess.”

“Big gesture,” Geno agrees, and nudges Sidney down again.  “No talk that way, no wonder you like.”

“You’re not a lot better,” Sidney reminds him.  He’s about to take another step and go for some of the pasta salad when one of Geno’s hands closes over his hip, too low to be just a buddies move.  “Uh.  G?”

“Look up, Sid,” he murmurs, and Sidney barely has time to do so before the catcalls start.

They’re the fourth pair to be caught under the mistletoe since the party began—Kadar and his wife were the last one, and they must have moved it sometime after their kiss.  Geno is already leaning down, his hand sliding around to Sidney’s back, and the kiss is soft at first, almost hesitant, a clear question in the press of Geno’s lips against his.  Sidney kisses back without hesitation, though, and that’s when Geno really goes for it, coaxing Sidney’s mouth open to take the kiss hot and deep like they’re not standing in the middle of a room full of people, like there aren’t kids watching, Jesus.

It’s quiet when they finally pull apart, and Sidney’s lips feel swollen when his tongue darts out to lick at them.  He clears his throat.

“So.” He does it again, because this is definitely not the time or place for his voice to sound like that.  “G and I, uh.  We’re dating?”

He isn’t sure who laughs first, but the room is loud and boisterous again in no time, and as people come up to congratulate them, Sidney finally feels like he can breathe easy.  Geno has an arm slung low around his waist, and Sidney lets himself lean into it, smiling so wide it almost hurts.

Maybe he can wear an ugly sweater for Geno after all.  Next year.