Holiday Weekends Prompt Snippets!
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rsadelleI didn't cobble together enough holiday spirit to send cards this year, I'm feeling a little stuck on my current writing projects, and I have a few days off for holidays this week and next week, so it seems like a good time to do prompt snippets.
Leave me a prompt by the end of the day Saturday and I will write you something by the evening of January 4. (If there are a lot of prompts or circumstances change, posting may extend beyond this date.)
Fine print/guidelines: One per person. Lurkers and anonymous commenters welcome. If you're posting anonymously because you don't have an LJ account but I know you elsewhere and you leave me your name, I will do my best to write something catered to your tastes. Generally first come first served, although things may jump the queue depending on inspiration and what can be written at work. I will write hockey, but not Patrick Kane, Drew Doughty, or the Avalanche. I may write other fandoms; feel free to ask if you want something else. I may veer from your prompt. I will take lyric prompts, but be forewarned that I'm not necessarily good at them. This is for new story ideas, not sequels or timestamps. I make no promises about length, but in the past prompt snippets have tended to be 300-3000 words.
Leave me a prompt by the end of the day Saturday and I will write you something by the evening of January 4. (If there are a lot of prompts or circumstances change, posting may extend beyond this date.)
Fine print/guidelines: One per person. Lurkers and anonymous commenters welcome. If you're posting anonymously because you don't have an LJ account but I know you elsewhere and you leave me your name, I will do my best to write something catered to your tastes. Generally first come first served, although things may jump the queue depending on inspiration and what can be written at work. I will write hockey, but not Patrick Kane, Drew Doughty, or the Avalanche. I may write other fandoms; feel free to ask if you want something else. I may veer from your prompt. I will take lyric prompts, but be forewarned that I'm not necessarily good at them. This is for new story ideas, not sequels or timestamps. I make no promises about length, but in the past prompt snippets have tended to be 300-3000 words.
Change of Plan (3/5)
Date: 2015-01-04 03:58 am (UTC)"Yes," Zhenya says.
Alex pulls an exaggerated sympathetic face. "Sucks to be Penguin."
He gets shoved by Zhenya, with a cheering chorus from the rest of Zhenya's teammates. "Sid best captain," Zhenya says. "Even when picky."
The smug look Crosby turns on Alex is completely uncalled for.
"We should go skating," Olli says.
"Before we get any drunker," Brandon adds.
That garners a laugh, and when Crosby's finished rearranging his refrigerator to whatever exacting specifications he has, they troop down to the basement where Crosby has enough spare pairs of skates in various sizes that they can all get onto his rink.
"No hitting," Crosby says. "And if you're too drunk to skate you have to get off the ice. I don't want anyone going on IR because of this." He eyes Alex. "Except maybe you."
Alex joins in when everyone else laughs, and claims one of the sticks leaning up against the wall. He grabs a puck too, and slides out onto the ice with it. He doesn't have it for very long before Crosby poke checks it away from him, plays it off the boards, and heads for the other end of the rink.
Alex chases after him, and they play a game of keep-away all across the rink, weaving around Sid's teammates playing their own games and Taylor patiently guiding Connor in slow circles around the rink.
"Sid," Brandon eventually yells, "can we eat pie now?"
Crosby looks up at the clock he has hanging on the wall - Alex uses his distraction to his advantage and steals the puck from him - and says, "Yes, if everyone wants to."
There's a chorus of agreement, so they head for the edge of the rink.
Crosby steals the puck back from Alex along the way and flips it up into his hand as he leaves the rink.
Alex is almost too delighted by the smug satisfaction on Crosby's face to be upset about losing.
They troop upstairs and eat pie with whipped cream around the table. Crosby brings out water and pours glasses of wine for anyone who wants them.
"We always watched It's A Wonderful Life on Thanksgiving when I was growing up," Connor contributes to the conversation about holiday traditions.
"We could do that," Taylor says. "I'm sure it's on somewhere, or we can watch it on Netflix."
They finish their pie first, Crosby offers coffee, hot chocolate, tea, and more wine, and they take their varying drinks into the living room.
Crosby sits down in a chair that's large enough for two people, if those two people are small or particularly close. Neither Alex nor Crosby are small, but Alex plops himself down in it with Crosby anyway.
"What are you doing?" Crosby asks.
"Sitting." Alex wiggles a little to make himself more comfortable.
"This chair is not big enough for two." Crosby pushes at Alex.
"Big enough," Alex says. "Even for your ass." He grins at the ripple of laughter in the room. "Just have to get comfortable."
Alex wouldn't be able to move Crosby if he didn't want to be moved, but Crosby's had at least a bottle of the wine he likes, and there's a smile hovering around his mouth even as he grouches at Alex, so Alex tugs at him until they're more comfortably situated. He ends up with one of Crosby's legs hooked over his lap and the two of them pressed close together.
Change of Plan (4/5)
Date: 2015-01-04 03:58 am (UTC)Crosby grumbles, "For you," but he doesn't move other than to pick up his wine glass from the end table next to them.
"If you're comfortable now," Taylor says with a smirk hovering somewhere around her lips, "can we watch the movie?"
If anything, they get more comfortable as the movie plays. Alex stretches his arm out around Crosby's shoulders, and when that doesn't get any more of a reaction than a slightly suspicious look, he rests his other hand on Crosby's knee. The one draped over him.
In the privacy of his own head, Alex can admit that the chair is maybe a little small for the two of them, but he's comfortable like this, sleepy and warm with Sid half in his lap.
He's half asleep, so he misses Zhenya getting up from the couch, but he does catch him saying, "Sid," from behind them, with enough of a mischievous tone that Alex refuses to look up. Sid, of course, doesn't, and Alex continues to refuse to look up even in the face of his groan.
"What are you doing?" Sid asks.
"Is tradition," Zhenya says, with such completely faked innocence that even Sid has to know he's putting on a show.
The laughter from the rest of the room drowning out the sound of the movie still playing is enough to get Alex to look up. Zhenya is holding a sprig of greenery tied with a ribbon over Alex's head. Alex has been in the US for enough years to recognize mistletoe and its tradition.
"No way," Sid says.
"Tradition," Zhenya insists. "Sanja under the mistletoe. Must kiss him."
"He just has to get kissed," Sid insists. "It doesn't have to be me."
Alex puts on a mournful look. "Not want to kiss me? Make me so sad, Sid."
That causes more laughter from the rest of the room, and a few catcalls.
"Tradition," Brandon says. "You have to kiss him."
Sid says, "Traitor," and then, when that doesn't stop anyone, leans over and presses a barely-there kiss to Alex's cheek.
"That's not a kiss," Borts says.
"Yeah, come on, Sid," Beau chimes in, "give him a real kiss."
It's funny for the way it makes Sid turn a glare on them.
"You know they won't give up," Taylor says, a sparkle of mischief in her look.
"No." Sid turns a look on Alex.
Alex meets it with raised eyebrows. "They're right," he says. "Not much of a kiss." He smirks at Sid. "Guess you not good at everything."
Sid turns to look at the rest of the room. "No pictures," he says firmly, "and no tweeting." Then he turns back and kisses Alex.
Sid's lips are as soft as they look, like they were the last time Alex kissed him. This is significantly, and disappointingly, more chaste, just the press of Sid's lips against his for long enough that it will count as a real kiss. Nothing like the slick, dirty slide of their mouths together in a hotel room when they were drunk and desperate. Just once, years ago, but it's a fond memory for Alex, and Sid kissing him brings it back.
"Are you happy now?" Sid has his head tipped back and is asking the question of Zhenya.
"Yes," Zhenya says. He bends down and smacks a kiss onto the top of Sid's head, then the top of Alex's. "Shh. Watch movie now."
"You're the one who interrupted!" Sid protests.
Zhenya flashes them both a grin and takes his spot on the couch.
Alex is fully awake now, and desperately conscious of every place he and Sid are touching. He waits until everyone is paying full attention to the movie again before he slides his arm down from around Sid's shoulders to his waist.
Sid sighs, but he just tips back the last of his wine, puts his glass down, and leans into Alex's side.
Change of Plan (5/5)
Date: 2015-01-04 03:58 am (UTC)"It was nice to meet you," Connor says when they say goodbye.
"Yes," Zhenya says. "Very nice." He puts on a threatening look that would look more threatening on someone generally more threatening than Zhenya. "Be nice to Taylor too."
"Geno," Taylor complains.
Connor just laughs. "Of course I will."
Taylor hugs them both, Zhenya longer than Alex, and Sid walks them to the door.
"Thank you for Thanksgiving," Zhenya says in the entryway. He hugs Sid, and Alex doesn't consciously notice him pushing Sid a little when they let go until Zhenya looks up with the curl of a smirk and says, "Oh, look. Tradition." The smirk grows wider when he pushes Alex toward Sid.
"When did you even have time to hang that?" Sid asks.
Alex follows his gaze up to the mistletoe hanging squarely above Sid's head.
"Not me," Zhenya says innocently. To Alex he says, "You kiss Sid. I warm up car," and leaves the house.
"You don't have to kiss me," Sid says.
Alex shrugs. "It's tradition."
"It's not even your tradition," Sid says. "I know because I-"
Alex cuts him off by kissing him. It's not the kind of dirty kiss he remembers them being capable of, but it's deeper than the chaste thing from before. "Next time I'm here," he promises, "we go out. I buy you dinner."
"You come here to visit Geno," Sid says.
Alex shrugs. "Can see Zhenya in summer. Next time, just you and me." They're still under the mistletoe, which provides him with ample reason to kiss Sid again. "Dinner," he says. "You dessert."
Alex is halfway out the door before Sid manages to gather himself together and ask, "Does that mean I'm in charge of dessert or that I am dessert?"
Alex just smirks at him and pulls the door closed behind him. His failure with the turkey now seems like the best thing that could have happened today.