anonymous asked:

I am a hoe for warm, healing mush, so FRIEND you are in LUCK. Okay, so I'm let's go with deaged Sid waking up from a bad dream. He dreamt of his mite teammates making fun of him and leaving him on the ice to play their game all by himself -- complete with getting scored on, taking dirty hits, and being yelled at by the crowd. He saw the time when he woke up, and knows it's the middle of the night, so he's really careful about not making enough noise to wake up Geno, who's in the room next to

his. He’s trying so hard not to be a burden, especially since, while Geno and the Pens have all been more than friendly to him…well, he knows what him being too good brought out in other teammates, and…he tells himself that he wouldn’t blame the Pens for how they might be feeling now that he’s not good enough to play for them. (“Sid, magically deaging isn’t your fault, and they all love you regardless!” we all say. “They hate me and they’re allowed to,” Sid says. We all weep.) 

So, Sid sneaks into the kitchen, drinks some water, and then goes back to the guest room. But he can’t fall back asleep, because that cold, clawing feeling of unloveableness won’t leave him be, however, he does remember stumbling across a massive stack of children’s books stashed away somewhere in the dresser (ones Geno saved /totally for his future child[ren]/ that were his favorites while trying to better his english) and nobody’s there to judge him and Sid just…wants a little bit of comfort, okay? He [missing section?]  for further examination, and sees that the other person in the photo with grown-up Sid is Geno, which makes him feel a little better, because maybe Geno really is his best friend, even when stuff like this happens. When he looks at a few more photos, he’s a little confused, because these are probably from Geno’s wedding, but his wife isn’t in any of them. It’s Sid and Geno walking, Sid and Geno laughing with a bunch of people, Sid and Geno smearing cake on each other’s faces, Sid and Geno kiss- 

WAIT GROWN-UP SID AND GENO ARE DOING GROWN-UP KISSING. And while some part of deaged Sid registers that the photos are clearly of Geno getting married to him, he doesn’t really understand it. So his eyes flicker to the stack of cards, and he pages through all the congratulations addressed to both of the Crosby-Malkin’s, the saved copy of the wedding invitation – all of it, but it still doesn’t make any sense. Soon enough, though, he comes across a very heavily marked and edited scrap of paper that literally has his name on the top of it. It starts with “Sidney Crosby,” before the writer goes on to tell him how his hockey took their breath away the first time they saw him play at world juniors. How he reminded them of everything they came to the United States for when they felt scared and isolated in the Lemieux’s entryway. How they knew they were in love with him when they watched him glow with joy while lifting the Stanley Cup, and wanted to do anything to keep him that happy. 

How they wished they could fight all of the things that ever had or ever would hurt him – ruin the people who say hateful things about him, drop the gloves with his concussions, beat up his anxieties – anything to ensure he’d never have to hurt. How there aren’t words in english or russian to explain how much they love him. How no matter what happens, they never want to leave his side, and with these vows, they confirm that they never will. Deaged Sid, who was scared that nobody was ever going to [missing section?]

sleepytime tea for the both of them to drink while he reads his favorite children’s books to Sid. The next morning, G wakes up with grown-up Sid sprawled on top of him, emotions are once again triggered, and they do not fuck, do not have sex, but they do, yes I’m going there, make happy and perfect love until they’re both drowsy and incoherent and glowing with joy. As always, I am long-winded as shit, but I hope it does its purpose :))))))


im crying there are tears in my eyes this is absolutely perfect and everything i wanted

Our special day

First of all, sorry for not typing this up sooner, things have been happening at a really rapid pace for us all week. Amy wanted to type something up on Monday, but I told her I’d like to, so she’s held off on doing so.

As you’ve been made aware by now if you follow Amy’s blog regularly, we decided to expedite our marriage, and get ‘hitched’ last weekend.

The whole set up was really sketchy, and it all felt a bit rushed. We didn’t get to spend much time with one another last week at all, if Amy wasn’t off trying to get a florist, she was busy writing vows, picking up her brother and her beautiful little nieces from the air port, or fielding phone calls and answering questions to family and friends. If i wasn’t buried hip deep in work I was writing my vows.

Before I was ready, friday came and I stayed in the local motel with my brother who came into town for the weekend as the lone representative from my family. My parents refused to attend. While I’m a bit heart broken by the fact my father wouldn’t be giving me away, my brother stepped in lovingly, and walked me down the aisle. I struggled all week with this, but ultimately on friday my brother smiled and said ‘They’re not your real family Stephanie. Amy is. It’s easy to see, with the way you two look at each other, laugh, joke, and co exist together. You’ve built a life that any person can only dream of having with her.’ He of course is right. My life wouldn’t be complete if I weren’t coming home to Amy and Charlotte (our puppy) every night. 

I didn’t sleep well at all on Friday night, according to Amy’s tumblr (yes i peaked at it) didn’t either.

Saturday came faster than I think either of us were ready, and I walked down the aisle first, I chose to wear a Dark grey suit, with a pink tie, a matching pink vest and a white pocket square. (amy after the wedding told me I looked ‘sexy af’) Amy wore, a beautiful white dress (not really a wedding dress style, more of a formal party styled dress, but she looked absolutely lovely) I’ve always been jealous of how well she does her own make up, and she didn’t disappoint. 

Everything went well, neither of us started to cry (even when Amy’s nieces handed us the rings…they are seriously the most adorable little girls), until our vows. I felt as though mine were emotional, until Amy said hers and made me feel so small and insignificant (in the best of ways). I’ve never felt so loved, and I stole the piece of paper and plan on having it framed alongside mine some day very soon to hang in our bedroom. 

“You know me better than anyone else in this world and somehow still you manage to love me. Through all of my problems, you stay by my side. You are my best friend. You are my one true love. You are the reason I still draw breath every day and walk this earth. There is still a part of me today that cannot believe that I’m the one who you’ve fallen in love with, but all of me wants to prove to you that I’m deserving of your love, your care, your kindness, and your life. I plan on spending every day, until we’re old and gray proving to you that I’m deserving. I love you SML (my initials) with all of my heart, and all of my soul. I’m yours to have for the rest of your life if you so choose, and I will spend every single waking moment of mine, thanking you for choosing me.”

Admittedly her vows blew mine away so I’m refraining from posting my own. I’ve never felt more loved than I did in those brief 30-40 seconds of her stumbling through tears and a quivering voice to read them to me.

And so in front of a small crowd of about 20 of our close friends and family we both said I do, and plan to live happily ever after. We’re both eagerly awaiting for spring where we’ll get to do it all over again for a larger group of people in Sunderland, England. Amy’s so excited to go there, not only to see her brother and his girls again, but she says she desperately wants to visit her mother’s grave and continue to  mend the fences with her father. I’m excited to visit England for the first time as well! :)

Sorry this is long winded, and probably not as well thought out as I would have liked but I’ve had such a busy week, and wanted to squeeze this in before the weekend gets hectic, as Amy has a ton of stuff planned. “It’s our first weekend as wifeys! We have to go out and spend the day together while the weather is still nice!” She’s so cutely excited that I couldn’t bare to tell her no.