I have a prompt! How about Barista Sid and super flirty customer Geno with SWid writing something cute on his cup?
This one…kinda got away from me, and 1. Sorry this took so long, and 2. I kinda veered from the prompt? A lot? And I think I was kinda projecting a little about how I feel about flirty strangers? But I hope you enjoy it regardless.
“It’s Tuesday,” Flower says, with the kind of resignation the day always evokes. He doesn’t have to explain further, Sid knows what he means. Tuesday means the Russians are coming. Well, Sid is pretty sure the quiet blonde guy is Scandinavian, but mostly, the noisy group that takes up, bare minimum, three tables at 412 Coffee is Russian. Holding court among them most days is Alex, whom Sid privately just labels “Loud Motherfucker.”
That time Alex Ovechkin, Alex Semin, Sergei Fedorov, and Viktor Kozlov all lost it during an interview. (And Semin trolled Ovi by implying they slept together in Russian, and making Ovi translate it into English.)
Here it is, everyone: The list of stories written for the 2017 ALL CAPS Exchange. Thank you so much to everyone who wrote, betaed, pinch hit, treated, and otherwise helped make this exchange such an incredible success. Enjoy the stories!
2k. G. Nate Schmdit/Braden Holtby. “Yeah, nope. I was going to do this tomorrow, between practice and game time, but you need to get out of this goalie trance, man, so we’re doing it tonight.” Nate holds out both hands. Braden still has no idea what’s going on and he’s still certain that Nate should be going to bed, but lets himself be pulled to his feet from where he’s sitting at the foot of the bed. He must be more tired than he feels because he stumbles and has to catch himself with a palm against Nate’s chest.
1k. G. Micheal Latta/Tom Wilson. There are three games left in the regular season, and the Rangers haven’t been a playoff team in five years. Tom thinks maybe it’s time. “You look good, Tommy,” Mike says by way of a greeting, and when he smiles, his eyes crinkle at the corners. There are a few more wrinkles there than Tom remembers, but he’s still the same Mike, still as handsome as ever. Tom fills with a familiar warmth, the feeling he always gets when he sees Mike in person, and kicks at Mike’s feet under the table. “You’re going grey,” Tom teases, and Mike’s grin widens as he runs his fingers through his hair.
6k. T. Nicklas Backstrom/André Burakovsky/Marcus Johansson. Nicky doesn’t want to get married, not yet at least. And maybe, just maybe, there’s a part of him that knows who he’d like to marry if he could be given that option, but. It’s probably better not to think about it. – In which Prince Nicklas of Sweden has to find a husband before his thirtieth birthday, but all he really wants is to maybe marry his best friend instead.
2k. E. André Burakovsky/Tom Wilson. Tom had a problem. To be more accurate, Tom had several problems but that was the way of Tom’s life. He often had a few running in tandem. Tonight they included but were not limited to: bruised knuckles (regular problem) forgot his toothbrush (also a regular problem) and a boner for Burky (definitely NOT a regular problem.)
4k. M. André Burakovsky/Tom Wilson. Andre meets him at the airport. He has a tan and he looks good. Not that Tom thinks he, himself, does not also have a tan and look good, but he’s not picking himself up at the airport in a foreign country either.
5k. T. Nicklas Backstrom/Evgeny Kuznetsov. If only his parents had been more traditional rusalki. Sure, the Miass is cold in the winter, and it was nice to live in a warm apartment instead of sleeping down in the river mud so he had the chance to play youth hockey, and sure, his father liked to be able to watch episodes of Ulitsa Razbitykh Fonarey as they aired instead of having to wait for DVD. But Evgeny’s romantic future had been on the line. Or: Nicky and Kuzy are from different species, with different conventions when it comes to courting. Efforts to ask to join his pack/be his mate fail spectacularly.
4k. T. Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin. In his dreams, Alex still plays hockey. Alex just passed his career 1,000 points. Alex is one of the hundred greatest NHL players of all time. And every milestone, everywhere he turns, Nicklas is there.
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6k. M. Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin. Alex kneels.“You’re smarter than me,” Trotz says to Nicky, “but I do know what I’m doing.” Right now, Nicky is fairly sure that he’s wrong on both counts. “Let me be his coach. Let me take care of him.”
30k. M. Karl Alzner/John Carlson, Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin. The unglamorous fact of the matter is that lifeguarding, particularly at a community swimming pool, is much less about the dramatic rescues and slo-mo dives into the water that Baywatch has tricked people into believing, and much more about janitorial work that’s either tedious or gross, spiked with the occasional scraped knee or elbowed nose or no-holds-barred ice cream vendor death-match in the parking lot. (Or, Karl’s in love with his best friend, all the local community pools in the Metropolitan county are at prank-war with each other, and also there are ducks.)
11k. E. Michael Latta/Tom Wilson, Michael Latta/Tom Wilson/Nicklas Backstrom. Mike is a switch without much experience at Domming. Tom is a sub. They figure out how to make it work with some help from Nicky.
4k. T. Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin. Nicke was already going to die a slow, painful death for the love of a faerie. He’d have to be the world’s stupidest person to turn around and fall for a troll.
36k. E. Tom Wilson/Michael Latta, Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin. Mike never thought Tom would come back to Kitchener. That was his first problem. The second was that he didn’t want him to, which was a slightly bigger issue.
11k. M. Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin/Alexander Semin, Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin, Alexander Ovechkin/Alexander Semin. “You’re going to hit the ground running,” Nicky’s agent tells him, before he arrives on US soil. Nicky mostly hits the ground again and again.
4k. T. Michael Latta/Tom Wilson. Nate finally just up and face-times Mike after Mike sends him one too many questions about how to properly julienne carrots, and the conversation quickly redirects from the actual cooking to the status of Tom’s health and how poorly Mike is coping with him being out of action. “Trotz had us run different lines yesterday in practice man, and now I’m on Beags’ wing, and it’s, just,” Mike makes an inarticulate frustrated noise as he mashes garlic cloves with the back of a spoon more forcefully than strictly necessary. “It’s shit. We suck.” “You know,” Nate starts and then pauses. “What?” Mike prompts after a few seconds of silence. “It’s stupid, but like, my mom always believed the fastest way to get rid of a cold or whatever was to give it to someone else,” Nate says shrugging. – Mike feels like playing hockey without Willy on his line far outweighs the shittiness of being sick. Tom doesn’t agree. Mike has to take measures.
38k. E. Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin, Andre Burakovsky/Braden Holtby, Michael Latta/Tom Wilson. Although Sasha had never made the younger Mr. Backstrom’s acquaintance, he was at least familiar enough with his reputation to know that chief amongst his qualities was the quite publicly known fact that Mr. Backstrom was as notoriously uninterested in achieving an advantageous marriage as Sasha himself.Something, then, must have upset the order of things. What that was he could not say, but Lord Backstrom was now, it would seem, in active search of a husband for his son.
4k. M. Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin. Sasha does not miss the way Backy looks at him then, sharp and angry, and Sasha knows he deserves it. They sit in awkward silence until the waitress comes to take their drink orders.
3k. Not rated. Alexander Ovechkin/Alexander Semin, Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin, Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Semin, Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin/Alexander Semin. His first soulmate gets another soulmate over the summer.
2k. G. Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin. Every offseason feels like a bad taste in their mouths, the remnants of a dream turned into a nightmare time and time again. After a while, the commentators start discussing if the Russian Federation lied about Sasha carrying the cursebreaking gene full stop; it gets bad enough that Don Cherry calls publicly for him to submit to gene sequencing. “It’s fine,” Sasha insists one morning, as they’re watching Sportscenter before an early morning skate. Nicklas can see his eyes tighten around the edges when Cherry comes back on-screen, raving about how typical this dishonesty is from the Russians. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Nicke mutters, sparing another glance at Sasha before sighing and resting his cheek against the table. A cursebreaker AU.
43k. T. Andre Burakovsky/Alexander Ovechkin. Much had happened in the past year, enough that Andre sat on the hill overlooking the lands he had been naive enough to call home until he pledged himself to Lord Laich and left his friends with barely a note. Now he had returned and— Who would want Andre now? A flash of lightning in the distance illuminated the one house he hadn’t yet considered. After a moment’s thought, Andre rode south.
14k. T. Nicklas Backstrom/Evgeny Kuznetsov. “The Snow Queen only looks at what she takes, now,” Sasha said. “And she always takes something, from everywhere she goes.”“Yes. I know what winter’s like,” Evgeny said, and shrugged against the back of the seat. He didn’t want to ask questions or hear answers, when Sasha was sitting blunt and solid next to him, talking like an old folktale Evgeny could half, but only half, convince himself he knew.“No,” Sasha said. “Not just like the flowers and all that from summertime. Those die back for the winter, but they have roots and they grow again, always. Winter is just dark, time to rest. The Snow Queen comes with the real deep cold. What she takes, it doesn’t come back.”
6k. E. Michael Latta/Tom Wilson. “I’m into guys,” Mike had told him before they moved in together. “If we’re gonna be roommates, that’s gotta be cool with you. I don’t want it to turn out to be a thing later.”
53k. T. Marcus Johansson/Evgeny Kuznetsov. Marcus opened his mouth to say, ‘I’m worried about Burky, no one knows where he is,’ but what came out was: “I think Koschei the Deathless kidnapped Burky,” and the locker room went quiet. Marcus winced and looked down at Kuzy, who appeared shocked and slightly pale. Marcus closed his eyes against the worry and his own rising embarrassment. It sounded crazy, out loud.They were in California, not Russia. It was just an exhibit. Thousands of other people had visited without incident, no curses or hexes causing trouble, and there were definitely no kidnappings. Burky sometimes got distracted and climbed into the wrong car. He was probably stranded in San Francisco. Marcus scrubbed his hands through his hair. “How do I get him back?”
4k. M. Nicklas Backstrom/André Burakovsky/Marcus Johansson. Nicke’s almost ready to leave, his jacket still off, his tie around his neck. “He’s fucking with you,” Nicke says quietly, coming to stand next to Andre as he ties his own tie. “And you looked at his ass when he walked away.”
6k. T. Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin. The problem with putting a fake engagement photo, complete with stupid smiles and a bottle of champagne, on Facebook, is that sometimes someone’s mother sees it. This is not a problem Nicklas ever had before he knew Alex.
8k. T. Andre Burakovsky/Braden Holtby, Michael Latta/Tom Wilson. “You’re pretty gone on him, huh?” Mike asks him. Andre nods. “And you don’t know anything about him?” Andre nods again, glumly. “This is the semester,” Mike proclaims with enough conviction that Andre almost believes him. “This semester, you’re getting him.”
10k. M. Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin. Nicklas sets his phone back on the counter, and blinks at the fogged over reflection in his mirror. He is so utterly fucked. He hasn’t made the decision to go to Russia, but he has made the decision to make that decision. It’s basically the same thing, but there’s enough of a difference that he feels like he can justify stalling making it final. –or OviNicky: The Lockout
me: i'm gonna sit down and do some work ahead of time so i don't get behind you: here's this sidgeno au y'all :) me: anyway fuck work how can i invest myself in this right now and for the rest of my life
a scene i like to think about:
“Your husband is very handsome,” Caroline teases, when she and Sidney have a chance to sit a little away from the group of partygoers. Ovi is doing some sort of outrageous dance that would embarrass most people, but he doesn’t seem to care. Geno’s on the sidelines, but he’s looking like he’s wavering between happily buzzed and Ovi-levels of dancing. “He’s very kind, too. I see how much he dotes on you–”
“He does…tend to overdo his affections sometimes,” Sidney admits. “Caroline, I was never able to tell you this, but–I left with Zhenya. I don’t know what the family thinks, but Daniel–he saw me with Zhenya. I don’t know what he’s told Father, but–”
“All I heard is that men kidnapped you. Mr. Crosby is very tight-lipped on the matter,” Caroline says, patting Sidney’s knee. “I come back from New York to hear that not only has a mysterious fellow saved your father from certain death, and that men broke into the estate on the very same day you were taken? You can’t imagine how dreadful it was for me to receive the news.If your mother were alive, bless her heart, she’d be devastated. But–”
“The two incidents are unrelated, I promise,” Sidney says. “And I’m well aware Father remarried. I read the documents.”
“No, dear, I was referring to the Lady Emma Longrene. She was heartbroken, you know. After your ‘death.’ Poor thing couldn’t even bear to come to the funeral.”