this is my way to say my goodbyes

A human that piqued my interest and amused me with his resilience.

A human I thought i don’t want to touch because of flesh’s love.

A human whose intelligence really lasts when it collides with mine.

But you see,

The only constant thing in this world is change

And humans learned it the hard way.

For him to grow up as a scientist

For me to move forward as an activist

We have to separate and learn our ways to the road we choose.

It is steep and rough, my child

But that is how it is.

Life is never fair,

To those hearts that rage with fire.

To those hungry minds that seeks.

Life will never be fair.

The day we say goodbye, my child

Is the day my world was broken apart.

But remember,

I should never lose sight of my goal,

My heart may be shattered,

But my spirit still goes on.

And that’s the story when an activist loved a scientist.

my condolences to anyone who’s ever lost me
and to anyone who got lost in me
or to anyone who ever felt they took a loss with me.
my apologies.
for the misunderstanding or the lack thereof.
i’m sorry you missed the God in me.
and i’m sorry you missed the light.
i’m sorry you forgot the way i arose like the moon,
night after night.
with the burden to forgive
eager to feed you everything.
see.. i’m a holy woman.
i know what it’s like to give life to a being
without ever needing to press skin against one another.
i’ve practiced how to hold my tongue long enough,
i’m afraid i forgot to say goodbye.
i’m afraid you’re under the impression that i was made to please you.
i was under the impression, you understood me better.
the truth is,
i’m a super woman.
and somedays i’m an angry woman.
and somedays i’m a crazy woman.
for still waiting..
for still loving harder even if i’m aching.
for still trusting that I’m still worth the most.
for still searching
for someone to understand me better.
—  Reyna Biddy

my son, harry james potter, willingly walked to his death. he didn’t stop to think of another way. he didn’t say goodbye to his best friends knowing he wouldn’t be able to walk away from them. he died protecting everyone. at age seventeen. he is the true hero. not because he defeated voldemort, but because a young boy who had already lost so much was willing  to, and did, sacrifice himself if it meant others would be safe.

and i never really got to say goodbye
but maybe that was my fault
my fault for thinking that somewhere in your kisses and your promises and your smiles there was an apology hidden in there
but there was no “i’m sorry i’m doing this to you” and no other explanation for the way you left or why it even happened in the first place
i guess you could say i’m confused, or still in love, but at this point i don’t know which one is worse
it’s been almost five months and i still lie awake at night wondering if you’ve forgotten the sound of my laugh or why my father and i don’t get along
i think maybe i’m kidding myself because it’s childish to think someone who almost loved you still cares enough to wonder if you slept alright last night, right?
it’s childish to think that someone who swore they’d never get you out of their head still remembers your favorite color and your middle name, right?
—  not a day has gone by where i don’t try to hold on to the areas of my body that used to have your lips pressed against them
I knew I had fallen in love with you when they asked me why I loved you so much and I couldn’t explain the reason in one word. But deep down I knew. I knew that every day that passed by I was falling more and more for you. I was falling for your dark brown eyes and your pure smile. For the way, you would touch my hair and my body. For your soft and gentle kisses. For your way of showing me that you would always care for me no matter what. For the way you would hug me so tight like you didn’t want to say goodbye. For the way, you would make me feel safe and like home by holding my hand and kissing my forehead. For our inside jokes that only we can understand. For the silly faces you would make in order to make me smile when I was sad. The list of the things that make me love you will never end and I think that’s the reason why I love you and will always do.
—  lydiaasl 

a piece of me
still loves you,

a part of me
still holds onto us.
unable to let go,
unable to clear my mind of you.
unable to peel off your name
that’s engraved in my heart
and the heaviness that follows with every letter that falls
all the memories
and all the laughter.

All the love.

Not wanting to cut the cord that
connects me with you
Not wanting to forget
the way you used to look at me
and the butterflies that made it hard to breathe
but helped me learn to fly again.


Not willing to let go of the map that leads to you
cause our paths were meant to intersect

I ran in the opposite direction but
Everything leads back to you,
and the way you kissed me that night.

My first kiss, my first love.
More than anything
wanting you to be my last.

But this time seems like the last,

I need to let you go
because you already did
you
are not there
you
are not here
and I need to remind my heart
that
you
are not
mine
anymore.

—  a stained heart | 02.15.14 | (this-wastedlove)
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Get a partner who will break the laws of physics with you.

Stormy Weather / Climatika

Feysand Growing up HC

-What if Rhys and Feyre were raised in Velaris together?

-Being economically successful, Feyre’s father is close friends with the High Lord. Both  their respective wife and mate have children around the same time. 

-The Merchant’s daughter and the High Lord’s son are practically raised in unison.

-They nap together. They take their first steps together. They’re potty-trained together. They share toys as toddlers. They finger paint together. They take naps together. They take lessons from Rhys’s mother. Basically, they live together. 

-When they’re 3 months old, they’re sharing a crib and boom the bond clicks. Though, not so boom because they’re babies and they don’t feel it.

- Their parents don’t know because the only thing they notice is that their kids are now sleeping right next to each other. 

-They become an iconic childhood duo.

-The one thing everyone wonders, though, as the two run down the Rainbow, is “When is their mate bond gonna snap?”

-Feyre and Rhys can’t tell, they just believe that this is what a best friend is supposed to be like, since Rhys’s parents are their only mate example.

-When Rhys starts to learn how to fly, Feyre is pissed. Her dialogue for two weeks is a relentless stream of “This is not fair.” “Why do you get to fly?” “You’re not even grateful, you prick.” “I want to fly.” “Why can’t you take me with you?”

-Rhys, being a child, sticks his tongue out at her.

-Momma Rhys watches from the kitchen. Once Feyre storms out, she calls to Rhys, “You are not my boy if you don’t go out of your way to take a female in your life flying.”

-Momma trains her son real quick in the art of carrying someone else while flying. 

-The dispute is solved.

-After years of the best childhood ever, Rhys’s mom declares that she’s raising her son as an Illyrian. 

-Feyre and Rhys say their goodbyes, and when he’s finally gone it hurts

-They both write it off as distance from their best friend. 

-For a few years, they remain pen pals. 

-”Remember that savage, Cassian? We are starting to get along.” 

-”My sister Nesta is becoming almost intolerable now. I miss your mom.”

-”My mother says hello. She misses you too. We have a new addition in our home. His name’s Azriel. He’s very quiet.”

-”I wish you could come and take me flying.”

 -Slowly, they piddle out until one of these letters becomes the last.

-Feyre’s family loses their status, not to the starving devastation of ACOTAR, but enough so that they fall out with the High Lord. 

-Rhys finds comfort in Cassian, Azriel, Mor, and Amren. Feyre becomes a recluse, until the tale of the Merchant’s daughter and the High Lord’s son becomes an obsolete story.

-Feyre and Rhys try romantic relationships with others, but they always fall short. 

-Years later, after the blood rite, Rhys returns from the camps.

-A large party is thrown in his honor, and neither looks for one another.  But, like a compass that always points North, somehow the two find each other. 

-It’s as if they were spinning in circles for years, stumbling, trying to recover, until they smile at each other. 

-The looks hits hard, only comparable to the instant when the world seems rightside-up again after all that turning. 

-It’s a night like no other. Years have passed, but they recognize each other. Conversion is easy. They don’t sleep, talking all night. 

-When he leaves again and the pain that faded all those years ago becomes incredibly strong once more, they know. 

-Rhys doesn’t even question his duties before he hauls ass back to Velaris letting the tug in his chest drag him through the city. 

-She sits alone at a café, slowly nursing a tea to ignore the ache growing in her chest. 

-No thoughts pass through his mind as he dives down and collides at full force with the street outside the little fence that surrounds the café patio. 

-A large cloud of dust forms. People scream and hide. Chaos ensues for fear of attack.

-Feyre stands calmly, throws a leg over the fence, and walks into the cloud. 

-Rhys looks around like a wildcat for her.

-She sees him. She loses her breath. A cataclysmic force runs through both of them as the bond snaps fully at their eye contact. 

-”There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

-They’re in each other’s arms. They’re flying. They’re laughing. They’re kissing because oh gods it makes sense. All the years, the friendship, the pain. It makes sense. 

-”I can’t believe it,” Rhys says, breathless in-between kisses, “it was you. All this time it was you.”

-More kissing, sloppy kisses as they grin like fools. 

-”I’m glad it’s you,” Feyre whispers.

-He leans his forehead on hers. “Me, too. Darling. Me, too.”

(1/3) “I knew nothing about the guerrillas before I joined them. The only thing I knew was that they lived better than me. I grew up on a farm in a rural area. We were very poor. My mother abandoned our family so I had to take care of my younger siblings. My father was a good man, but he didn’t give me any liberties. He didn’t let me go to town. He didn’t let me go to school. He didn’t let me have a boyfriend. I wanted freedom, and the guerrillas seemed like my only way out. They used to drive by our farm in their jeeps. They seemed powerful. Even the women wore camouflage. One day the guerrillas stopped by our farm to buy some chickens, and I told them I wanted to join. I was only thirteen years old. They told me to meet them at a certain spot at 5 AM the next morning. I didn’t even say ‘goodbye’ to my father. They told me that I was never allowed to speak to my family again.”

(Bogotá, Colombia)

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HEY GUYS! I’m sorry for the hiatus–I just graduated (and I’ve had no schoolwork so I wasn’t sure what to post on here). This is my last bujo spread for awhile. I won’t be posting on here for five weeks, since I’m going to China to visit family and explore (I think?) I have a ton of asks in my inbox and messages I haven’t replied to in an eternity, but I will get to that as soon as possible >.< I’ve been really melancholy because the end of high school means saying so many goodbyes, and I just had my last recital (I cried on the way home while listening to Adele haha why am I like this ). ALSO I HIT 10K FOLLOWERS HI <3

i always dream of you, of your eyes that own my heart, of the open space between us that yawns with white teeth. i dream of you, and your freckles, and the skin on your knee, and what kissing you would feel like on our own deserted island; i dream of driving you towards a hot pink sky, what would have happened if i refused to say goodbye. i dream of boats and the time you saved my life without knowing and the way you look while selecting apples and the way you light up when listening to hamilton. i dream knowing i can’t have you, that you’re happier on the other side of things. 

i’ve started taking a sleep vitamin. it makes it so i don’t do anything but nightmare about beasts that move in empty cities. it’s better this way. i never wake up still feeling you against me.

Rogue One died, to a man (or woman, or other gendered individual). That is a fact. This is also a fact: the corridors of every rebellion ship echoes with their names. Hushed whispers I heard they live in the transmission. I heard the Force protected them. I heard no one saw the bodies, no one confirmed as if anyone gets to say goodbye in a war.

This is also a fact: Cassian Andor, protect me in this mission. I shall fear no evil, for Chirrut Îmwe walks with me. Baze Malbus, bless my gun bless my aim let me blow this motherfucker down. Bodhi Rook, guide me as I fly. K-2SO, we remember we remember we remember. Jyn Erso, bring my mother my brother my father my sister to the truth do not let them remain lost show them the way forward.

13x01 - Episode Review Part 1

In which Dean just about held it together… and I did not. 

This review will be in several parts. I have separated it into several sections that I wish to talk about because hot damn. What an episode! This Part 1 focuses on Dean’s grief and Destiel and saying goodbye to Castiel. 

Firstly, an introduction

As I sit here, surrounded by three friends who I met on tumblr, BECAUSE of this show, I am amazed at how far I have come. I did not think that when I joined this fandom I would ever get to this moment, but my gosh what an amazing feeling this is. To all of you out there – reach out to people, you really won’t regret what you find. 

I adored this episode. I screamed, I even shed a single man tear whilst holding on to @amwritingmeta quite tightly… sorry Annelie if I hurt you at all. @tinkdw, @margarittet and @amwritingmeta you guys are wonderful and I am so glad that I have been able to flail and scream along to this awesome episode with you. Thank you for sharing this crazy obsession with me.

Part 1 - Love, Grief and Saying Goodbye

THEY USED METALLICA’S NOTHING ELSE MATTERS AS THE OPENING SONG! We were two seconds in and @margarittet had to pause because we all collectively SCREAMED that they chose to use this as the open song AS WELL! @tinkdw said that she wanted to try and guess what the opening song was this season but I don’t think ANY OF US considered that they would reuse “Nothing Else Matters” because its just so on the nose isn’t it? Nothing else matters? Nothing else matters than what exactly?

Well once again the “Then” sequence ends on Dean kneeling over Cas’s body.

The answer is Castiel. Nothing else matters than CASTIEL. This is repeated CONSTANTLY throughout the episode. You are not allowed to forget about him for a SINGLE SECOND and this opening song drums that home. Seriously if there are any Cas fans out there still bitter about Cas I dunno what show you are watching because it certainly ISN’T the show I watched yesterday.

It hurts to think about. What even was this episode? From the opening song “Nothing Else Matters” to the “Goodbye Cas” at the funeral pyre, this episode was chocablock full of moments that prove unequivocally that for Dean, Cas truly is his guiding light, his hope. Even if you don’t see their relationship as romantic you cannot possibly deny after 13x01 that Dean and Cas have an extraordinary connection and a deep and profound love that has now transferred to an even deeper excruciating grief in Dean.

Choosing to use this song as the season opener though? The season opener always reflects the tones of the season, the main themes. To have THIS song as the season opening? Wow. Just wow. This is a song that comes up first if you google “Metallica Love Song” by the way. In case you were wondering if it was indeed a love song. Because it is. James Hetfield confirmed it was written for a girlfriend. Interestingly though it has been debated over the years as the lyrics themselves are not conventionally romantic lyrics. Nevertheless, this is now fact: Supernatural used a Love Song called “Nothing Else Matters” to set the tone and theme of season 13, lingering over shots of Dean looking down at Castiel’s dead body. This isn’t even arguable. This is where we are.

(and what a wonderful place to be my friends)

Dean’s grief was beautifully portrayed by the superb acting skills of Jensen Ackles. In my season 13 wishlist I said this:

“It probably goes without saying but MAN PAIN OVER CAS – I mean, I reckon we are gonna get a good helping of this. Maybe not immediate tears but its gonna be pretty damn angsty – if the promo’s are anything to go by. I basically want it to be UNDENIABLE in canon that CAS is the reason that Dean is so broken up and that BOTH brothers are seriously struggling with his death. It has to be OBVIOUS how important Cas was to them and how his death has affected them

I think we can tick this one off. :)

Continues under the cut.

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My condolences to anyone who has ever lost me,
And, to anyone who got lost in me,
Or, to anyone who ever felt they took a loss with me.
My apologies for the misunderstanding or the lack thereof.
I’m sorry you missed the God in me,
And I’m sorry you missed the light.
I’m sorry you forgot the way I arose like the moon,
Night after night with the burden to forgive,
Eager to feed you everything.
See, I’m a holy woman.
I know what it’s like to give life to a being without ever needing to press skin against one another.
I’ve practiced how to hold my tongue long enough,
I’m afraid I forgot to say goodbye.
I’m afraid you’re under the impression,
That I was made to please you.
I was under the impression you understood me better.
The truth is, I’m a superwoman,
And some days I’m an angry woman,
And some days I’m a crazy woman,
For still waiting, for still loving harder even if I’m aching,
For still trusting that I’m still worth the most,
For still searching for someone to understand me better.

- @reynabiddy

Don’t Go[Bill Denbrough]

A/N: I love my small children

|Don’t go,puh-puh-please…|

Originally posted by scerek

Y/N had spent most of her childhood years in Derry. Despite all the murders,the bullies,the depression that always ran through her because of it,she loved her birthplace. The bond between Derry and Y/N was strong,the girl loved the small town unconditionally,almost blindly. Derry was her weakness. Her priority. Her number one.

Adoring Derry also meant loving the people living in it. Specifically, a bunch of kids,a bunch of losers who Y/N swore she would never forget;Stan,Eddie,Ben,Bev,Richie,Mike and Bill…

Bill. Bill Denbrough. Her best friend. Her crush. The love of her life,maybe. Bill was just too perfect. With his beautiful eyes,his adorable stuttering…To her,he was the perfect boy. He was always kind and sweet to her… But then she would remind herself that she was just a young girl. Having feelings towards a boy was stupid. That’s what her mother said.

Knowing that she had to leave everybody behind hurt too much. She got so attached to her friends,that when the time came and she had to announce the breaking news,she just couldn’t help but sob and cry uncontrollably. Eddie had put his aspirator in her mouth,hoping it would help her calm down,but it was no use.

“Please don’t cry…” Beverly had told her as she hugged her tightly.

“You don’t understand…” Y/N said,wiping away a few tears using the sleeves of her long jacket. “I’m gonna live with my mom’s sister. That bloody woman is gonna make my life a living hell…”

Nobody said anything except for Beverly who just whispered a weak “i know”. And it was true. Because she knew how home could easily turn into inferno. But she didn’t wanna tell.

“I’m gonna miss you guys. You have no idea how much…” She said and sniffed.

“We’re gonna muh-muh-miss you t-too Y/N. ” Said Bill and the girl felt her heart breaking into millions of pieces. The hardest part of the whole thing was leaving Bill. He was the first person she met from the losers’ club and knowing that she would probably never see him again was killing her. Knowing that she would see none of her friends again was killing her.

The honk of her mother’s car brought her back to reality. She was about to go,right. She was just saying her last goodbyes to her friends. She turned back and raised her left hand,motioning that she needed five more minutes. Her mom waved back at her and gave her a thumbs up.

“So…That’s it,i guess…” Y/N shrugged and put her hands on her hips.

Hesitantly,Stan was the first who hugged her after Bev. Y/N gave him a sad smile as she wrapped her arms around him,a few more tears escaping her eyes.

“You can be such a diva sometimes but i’m gonna miss you like hell, Stanley…”

Then it was Richie,who tried to imitate Y/N’s voice but failed,causing everyone to burst out laughing.

“Don’t miss me too much trashmouth…”

Then, she warmly embraced Ben,“you’re gonna be a freakin’ model one day.” and Mike, saying “When i come back,you better be the town’s sheriff or else i’m gonna beat you up…”

She knew it was the last time looking at their faces. Nobody told her that,of course. If anything,her mother had promised her that she would return,eventually.

“When things get safe in Derry,i’m coming to get you.”

But Y/N was a pessimist. All she could see was a life full of misery in a house without windows,accompanied by someone who wouldn’t give a damn if she died. She knew herself more than anyone. And to her,it was just a fact that her life outside Derry wouldn’t last for long. Believe it or not,she had accepted it.

She also knew she wouldn’t be there to watch her friends defeat the beast. Yes,she was sure they would win the war. IT wasn’t gonna get away with all those murders this time. And even though the losers’ club wouldn’t be the same without her,that’s what Bill said,she highly doubted that the bond between them would break.

She got so lost in her thoughts,that she didn’t feel two arms being wrapped around her small form. It wasn’t until the person who owned them spoke into her ear,that she came back to her senses.

Don’t go,puh-puh-please…” His voice was low and sounded desperate.

Y/N felt her chest tighten. She wanted to let it all out,the sobs,the screams,the thoughts that haunted her mind. But she couldn’t. She decided to try and stay as composed as possible. She didn’t want her friends to realize she was crying for them. She had always been the strong one,yet this past few minutes showed otherwise. But that’s how she wanted them to remember her,unbreakable till the end.

But when her body touched Bill’s,when he burried his warm face in her neck,she couldn’t help but cry. She tried to hold it in but failed miserably.

“You’re gonna be everything you want to be one day,i promise.” She said,her voice cracking.

“Y/N,we’re gonna be late!” Her mother’s voice slightly startled her and she immediately pulled away. So did Bill. The sadness on his face couldn’t be hid.

Y/N gave everyone a sad smile,as she started taking a few steps backwards.

“Always a loser?” shouted Richie and she nodded.

“Always a loser.” She repeated. Throwing one last glance at them,she turned around and started walking away. She put her right hand in her pocket,kicking some pebbles with her foot

“Billy,are you coming?” She heard Eddie ask.

“No,i’ll catch up with you guys
l-l-ater.” He replied.

Y/N blinked.

She stopped dead in her tracks,feeling like she couldn’t breathe.

Was he…Was Bill…

A hand softly took her wrist and slowly spun her around,almost as if the person was afraid to see her crying face.

Y/N frowned,her heart sinking. Why couldn’t he just let go? Why was he making things harder than they already were?

“I f-forgot to g-g-give you something.” He whispered,never letting go of her trembling hand.

“I don’t want you to give me anything,Billy. I won’t forget you.” She said,avoiding his gaze.

“N-n-no,i’ve b-b-been truh-trying to g-give you this s-since the day we m-m-met…”

Y/N looked up at him,confused.

“Your stuttering is getting worse,are you-”

She didn’t manage to finish her question because his soft lips were on hers. It was quick and rather she short but to Y/N,it meant the world. Not even in her dreams,had Bill Denbrough kissed her.

Even though the kiss was salty,due to her tears,her heart was beating so fast and her cheeks had flushed. Bill had her wrapped around his little fucking finger.

“Best friends don’t do that…” She mumbled when the boy pulled away.

“I guess they don’t.” he said,smiling.

“Jaysus Christ,Y/N! Come here,now!” Her mother seemed furious. She didn’t really care about what her daughter said or did. All she wanted was the schedule to be followed.

“That’s my call,i guess…” Y/N giggled and moved her hand away from Bill’s.

“Forever i-i-in m-my huh-heart,Y/N.” Bill said,his cheeks slightly pink.

“Forever in my heart,Bill.”

They both smiled at each other and saying goodbye,they took their seperate ways; Bill towards the road the others losers had followed. Y/N towards her mother’s car.

She didn’t know what life had in store for her. At that moment,maybe it didn’t even matter.

Y/N had gotten the best present a girl could ever ask for.

And for that,she was happy.

more universe swap ideas:

Sidney and Geno are dating, but one day they have an argument. Maybe it’s over a dumb penalty one of them took, and Sidney is chewing Geno out for it, and that led to Geno accusing Sidney caring more about hockey than their relationship. Sidney is mad enough to be in tears (how could Geno ever think that of him?) as he storms off to their bedroom and slams the door shut, and Geno is still pissed so he sleeps on the couch.

Then Geno wakes up in a universe where not only does he still play for the Pens, he’s the captain. But Sidney is nowhere to be seen. In fact, no one’s ever heard of Sidney Crosby. He begins to panic.

“You just fuck with me now,” Geno says to Flower. Tanger and some of the rookies give him a nervous look. “No, really, where Sid. Not funny anymore.”

“We don’t know who that is, G,” Phil says. “Really.”

He’s about to have a panic attack when the Pens PR suddenly come up and ask if he’s ready to go deliver the season tickets. Geno, in a daze, lets him kind of guide him wherever, and soon he’s on his way, with the team and the Pens admin, to a little suburban house. 

Geno does not want to deliver tickets, but he knocks and he’s ready to kind of shove the tickets at them and leave. Then the door opens and–

“Oh my God,” Sidney says. He’s in jeans and a Malkin jersey, but it’s Sid, his Sidney, not missing or dead and oh God, he’s right here. “You’re Evgeni Malkin. You actually came.”

“Sid,” Geno whispers. 

He’s about to pull Sidney in for a kiss when a little boy peeks out from behind Sidney’s leg. “Dad, that’s Geno,” the boy says in wonder.

Geno watches, stunned, as Sidney picks up the boy and kisses his cheek. “This is my son,” Sidney says, smiling broadly. “Come in, come in–”

And Geno is led into this bizarro world where he meets Sidney’s fucking husband, the rest of the kids, Taylor, and Sidney’s parents, and he has to pretend that he isn’t losing it watching his boyfriend live a suburban life. Apparently, in this universe, Sidney had not played hockey after Shattuck. He went to university in Pittsburgh, married his college sweetheart (the football captain, to be exact. He’s handsome and tall and friendly, and it’s clear that he adores Sidney. Geno hates him immediately), has three kids with him who all adore the Penguins, and teaches at the local elementary school. And it’s breaking his heart watching Sidney live this perfect life, and knowing that he has no part in it.

anyways i want those angsty movie scenes where Geno keeps asking Sidney out on not-dates. It’s getting late, and Geno’s driving Sidney back home after yet another dinner.

“Sid, wait,” Geno says, as Sidney’s unbuckling his seat belt. Sidney looks at him in question. “Don’t go yet.”

“I still have some papers to grade–”

Geno covers Sidney’s hand with his, in one bold, sudden move. “Please don’t go.”

Sidney looks stunned, then pained. “Geno,” Sidney says softly. “Geno, I think I know what this is.”

“Sid, please–”

“I have a family,” Sidney says. “You’ve been–you’re an incredible hockey player–and–and a wonderful friend, I mean–you’re Evgeni Malkin–”

“I love you,” Geno says.

Sidney bristles. “I’m going home, Geno,” he says coldly. “Good night–”

“Wait–”

“Let go–”

“I’m show–” Geno fumbles with his phone, which miraculously had all the photos from his world. Photos of his Sidney kissing his cheek, of them lazing around after workouts, Geno and Sidney’s happiest moments. 

He presses play on a random video, startling Sidney into freezing as in-video Sidney’s voice asks cheerily, “Geno, what should we do on your Cup day?” 

“You captain,” in-video Geno responds. “You decide.”

“But it’s your day,” in-video Sidney whines. “Really, we can do anything. I promise.”

“Okay. You be nice to me all day.”

“I’m always nice to you.”

“No nagging. More kisses.”

“I don’t nag!” in-video Sidney laughs, then kisses Geno’s nose. “I just want your day to be perfect.”

“Everyday perfect,” in-video Geno responds, stroking Sidney’s cheek, as the Sidney on the screen softens considerably. 

“How is this possible?” Sidney whispers, entranced by the video. “Wha–I don’t–”

“I told you,” Geno says tiredly. “I’m boyfriend in other world.”

Angst/Fluff Prompt List MVPs

This list contains some of my FAVORITE prompts. I tried to make sure it was balanced, but I’m not sure how well I did on that front lol. These are good for ANY fandom! (Please do not steal/repost the list, thank you <3)

  1.  “Stay here tonight.”
  2.  “I’ll keep you warm.”
  3.  “I’ve got you.”
  4.  “You mean too much to me.”
  5.  “I can’t sleep, can I sleep here?”
  6.  “We’ll figure this out.”
  7.  “This isn’t goodbye.”
  8.  “Here let me help you.”
  9.  “Kiss me.”
  10.  “I care about you.”
  11.  “Don’t cry.”
  12.  “Please don’t do this.”
  13.  “You make me feel safe.”
  14.  “I can’t do this on my own.”
  15.  “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”
  16.  “Why are you crying?”
  17.  “Nothing is wrong with you.”
  18.  “Tell me what’s wrong.”
  19.  “Just breathe, okay?”
  20.  “Don’t lie to me.”
  21.  “Who hurt you?”
  22.  “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”
  23.  “You make me happy.”
  24.  “Don’t be afraid.”
  25.  “Come cuddle.”
  26.  “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
  27.  “I’m not leaving.”
  28.  “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
  29.  “I’ll always be there for you.”
  30.  “You’ve been quiet.”
  31.  “Calm down.”
  32.  “I’m just looking out for you.”
  33.  “No one is perfect.”
  34.  “It’s just you and me.“
  35.  “What’s on your mind?”
  36.  “I think I’m in trouble.”
  37.  “You’re in danger.”
  38.  “I can tell you’re lying.”
  39.  “It’s okay to cry.”
  40.  “Just go away.”
  41.  “I’ll keep you safe.”
  42.  “Are you okay?”
  43.  “Come with me.”
  44.  “I care about you.”
  45.  “Do you hate me?”
  46.  “I’m worried about you.”
  47.  “You look like hell.”
  48.  “It doesn’t matter.”
  49.  “You’re a terrible liar.”
  50.  “Everything is fine.”
  51.  “I don’t wanna be alone right now.”
  52.  “I need help.”
  53.  “I’m not okay.”
  54.  “Talk to me.”
  55.  “What happened last night?”
  56.  “You’re fun to touch.”
  57.  “Stop it.”
  58.  “I made a mistake.”
  59.  “This place is creepy.”
  60.  “Hold still.”
  61.  “We need to talk.”
  62.  “Here take my sweater.”
  63.  “I need a place to stay.”
  64.  “Never stop smiling.”
  65.  “I’ll keep you warm.”
  66.  “Please don’t go.”
  67.  “I hate you.”
  68.  “Get out!”
  69.  “I don’t need you.”
  70.  “I’m not ready to say goodbye.”
  71.  “Carry me.”
  72.  “Do not tempt me.”
  73.  “I missed you.”
  74.  “No one is perfect.”
  75.  “Do you have a problem with me?”
  76.  “Nothing is going to happen to you.”
  77.  “You need to be more careful.”
  78.  “You don’t have to leave.”
  79.  “I don’t feel well.”
  80.  “I didn’t drive all this way to say ‘hey’.”
  81.  “Please don’t hurt me.”
  82.  “I’m on my way.”
  83.  “We’re gonna be okay.”
  84.  “Why didn’t you just call me?”
  85.  “I need to tell you something.”
  86.  “I love your smile.”
  87.  “Are you hurt?”
  88.  “Look at me.”
  89.  “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
  90.  “You need to take your shirt off.”
  91.  “I can’t breathe.”
  92.  “Don’t move.”
  93.  “Are you cold?”
  94.  “Stay there.”
  95.  “I’m a mess.”
  96.  “Please don’t be mad at me.”
  97.  “This is all my fault.”
  98.  “You did what you had to do.”
  99.  “Don’t you ever change.”
  100.  “I love you.”