here's a stupid little thing, but I hope you like it! ♥ (I love sammy and jt a lot. I want all of the fic about them.)
here between the linesSam lets himself into John’s house thirty-six hours after neither of them make the playoffs. It’s not really a surprise for either of them, but it is a disappointment
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Eric had a plan. It wasn't even a complicated plan. He was going to show up at Alex's house to check on how he's settling in, mention how great it's been playing with Alex this year, and segue into how some of the goals Alex has scored - that they've scored together - definitely deserve blowjobs.
Sasha's drinking tea when Eric gets there. He offers Eric a cup and it seems like the thing to do. It's a Russian custom, tea for guests, Eric's pretty sure. It's the least he can do to make Alex feel at home here.
He's now on his fourth cup and he doesn't even like tea. He keeps drinking it absentmindedly while trying to come up with a really good opening line that isn't about the powerplay or fishing or something, and he's not really sure how to say that he's fine, thanks, every time Alex pours him another one. Alex at least doesn't seem to have noticed that Eric's going about this all wrong. His own tea keeps sloshing in the cup as he gets more and more animated about jetskiing in Krasnoyarsk, but it never spills
( ... )
(A genderswap AU, in which Alexandra Ovechkina went to Shattuck St. Mary's and overlapped with Sid. Warnings: underage drinking, age difference? (Sid is fifteen and four months, Alexandra is seventeen and three months.) They do not have sex, and they will not have sex until Sid is sixteen. Takes place in my 'Never Surrender' genderswap verse)
Alexandra Mikhailovna Ovechkina is tall, curly haired, and possibly insane.
She is also sitting opposite Sid in the circle, and the empty bottle of tequila is pointing straight at her. Fuck physics. He did not mean that to happen.
"Right then," Jack Johnson says, with less than half of the sympathy he should have for Sid, who now has to kiss Alexandra Ovechkina. "Pucker up, Sid."
"Do I get another drink?" Ovechkina asks, eyeing Sid with distaste-- which, fuck her, Sid is an excellent kisser, he has been told this. By Jack, okay, and Jack was kind of drunk, but still.
"No," Jack says. "Toews drank it."
Joanna Toews is fourteen. Sid has a horrible feeling he is contributing to delinquency of
( ... )
I will not lie: there was going to be awkward sex. Except then I realised that Sid was below the age of consent in Minnesota, so they will just have to wait until Alexandra (who is known as Lesya) comes to Canada! (I am not sure how, though. In my head, Lesya is staying with Sergei and Ksenia Gonchar, in Washington)
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here between the linesSam lets himself into John’s house thirty-six hours after neither of them make the playoffs. It’s not really a surprise for either of them, but it is a disappointment ( ... )
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I refuse to apologize
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LOLing forever
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#sorrynotsorry
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Sasha's drinking tea when Eric gets there. He offers Eric a cup and it seems like the thing to do. It's a Russian custom, tea for guests, Eric's pretty sure. It's the least he can do to make Alex feel at home here.
He's now on his fourth cup and he doesn't even like tea. He keeps drinking it absentmindedly while trying to come up with a really good opening line that isn't about the powerplay or fishing or something, and he's not really sure how to say that he's fine, thanks, every time Alex pours him another one. Alex at least doesn't seem to have noticed that Eric's going about this all wrong. His own tea keeps sloshing in the cup as he gets more and more animated about jetskiing in Krasnoyarsk, but it never spills ( ... )
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Alexandra Mikhailovna Ovechkina is tall, curly haired, and possibly insane.
She is also sitting opposite Sid in the circle, and the empty bottle of tequila is pointing straight at her. Fuck physics. He did not mean that to happen.
"Right then," Jack Johnson says, with less than half of the sympathy he should have for Sid, who now has to kiss Alexandra Ovechkina. "Pucker up, Sid."
"Do I get another drink?" Ovechkina asks, eyeing Sid with distaste-- which, fuck her, Sid is an excellent kisser, he has been told this. By Jack, okay, and Jack was kind of drunk, but still.
"No," Jack says. "Toews drank it."
Joanna Toews is fourteen. Sid has a horrible feeling he is contributing to delinquency of ( ... )
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"CANADA THANKS YOU"
OF COURSE IT DOES.
AND WHAT EXACTLY DOES A MOOSE TASTE LIKE ALEXANDRA. AND WHY WOULD YOU KNOW THAT.
I love this story. I might just love you.
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