NHL Imagines

Sidney Crosby (Pittsburgh Penguins)

We had been in the house for the whole day, waiting for the blizzard to end when it never did. Not until now at least. I was getting impatient, wanting to go somewhere, anywhere. Even a walk would make me happier than just sitting around and doing nothing. I had finished seven seasons of Supernatural, eaten a whole carton of ice cream, and drank a whole liter of tea in one sitting. All the while, Sid was closed up in our bedroom on his computer.

"Sidney," I groaned, rolling over onto my stomach, a pout plastered on my face. "Why can't we do something?"

He grunted. "It's below zero outside, it's snowing really hard, and it's 7:00 at night. I don't think there's much to do when it's like this."

"But why can't we? There's things such as coats and scarves and snow boots, Mr. Crosby. They were made for weather like this," I stated, bluntly.

"Okay, then I just don't want to go out anywhere. I have stuff to do,"

I rolled my eyes. "Really? What do you have to do that's so important that you can't go anywhere? Yeah, no. You don't have anything to do, babe. Come on, let's do something."

"Jesus, I just don't want to do anything! Why is it such a big deal that I didn't want to do anything today? You've been bugging me for hours about this, (Y/N)! Just leave it alone!" He snapped.

"Calm down, Sid. I was just asking a simple question," I sat up on the bed, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

He got up from the desk, laptop in hand. "It's not that simple of a question if you have to ask twenty different times. I swear, you're such a child sometimes."

With that, he was out of the room.

||Two hours later||

I had given him plenty of time to think. I had given myself more than enough time to think and finally decided to talk to him.

I swung my legs over the side of the mattress, still contemplating what I would start the conversation with. What should I say? 'Hey Sid, I'm sorry for being such an annoying brat,' or how about 'Sid, you're being overdramatic about the whole thing,'

Sighing, I stood from the bed, shuffling over to where I thought he would be. Sure enough, he was sitting in his "office", staring intently at the illuminated laptop screen. I walked in, shutting the door softly behind me.

"Sid?" I spoke quietly.

He lifted his eyes from the screen and sighed. "Come 'er, baby,"

I walked over to him, setting myself down on his lap. "What's up, Sidney? Why all the random outbursts all the sudden? You did this yesterday, too."

He looked down. "I know. I... I don't know, it's kind of stupid. Just-"

"Tell me," I pushed.

"I've been overthinking so many things. I'm not a top scorer in the league right now. I'm getting so much more hate for it and I don't even have social media. Beau's been showing all of it to me- for some unknown reason," he shook his head "I just feel really upset all the time and it's been killing me."

My heart dropped to my stomach at the last sentence. I've been around him almost everyday and hadn't noticed any change in him except that he was quiet a lot more than he usually was.

"What can I do, Sid? Is there anything I can do?" I pushed his hair back.

"Right now, all I want to do is cuddle and sleep. I don't have to go to practice tomorrow, so we can sleep in."

"I can definitely do that," I nodded and smiled, sliding off his lap and grabbing his hand.

He closed the lid of his computer quickly and followed me in the room. I took my hair out of the ponytail and pulled my glasses off, jumping into bed next to Sidney. He laughed and wrapped his arm around my waist, nuzzling my shoulder.

"I'm so lucky to have you,"

Requested by Nikky_HasNoLife :)

I've had such a bad case of writers block these passed couple weeks. I feel bad because I don't think that I'm writing very well. I hope you like it, though!