Fic: The negative space between us (Alex Edler/Daniel Sedin), 5 things meme fills
Yes, I am finally getting around to finish some of those 5 things meme!
For solidland: Five songs Luongo listens to in the car that drive his passengers crazy
I guess it really depends on who's sitting in Lu's car
1. Eminem - Just Lose It
Henrik just looks over at him with slightly raised eyebrows, but there's a laugh quirking at the corner of his mouth.
2. Soulja Boy - Crank That
Kevin whoops and hollers. In the rear-view mirror, he sees Ryan donning his obnoxious aviators with a flourish (where was he hiding them, anyway) as Kevin reaches over to turn the dial to ear-splitting decibels. "YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Kevin yells along to the music, and they all chortle a little bit as Lu rolls down the windows and they bob their heads exaggeratedly to the beat.
3. Celine Dion -- I Drove All Night
Chris Tanev slouches really far down into his seat.
4. The Grateful Dead - Truckin'
"Uh, did you steal Mason's Ipod or something?" Burr chuckles. "Didn't think you were a closet country fan."
Roberto is deeply offended. "They're not country -- what, you don't know the Grateful Dead? Are you serious?"
>Photo proof Luongo is a Grateful Dead Fan: here's an old photo of him in a Grateful Dead T-Shirt
5. Abba - Dancing Queen
"What?" Roberto asks indignantly.
For blueabsinthe: Five songs that describe how Schneider really feels about Luongo
(I guess I tend to listen to a lot of music without lyrics, but here you go!)
1. Massive Attack - Psyche Rip the cage out of your chest
Let the chaos rule the rest
Show without showing
What you know without knowing
2. Phantogram - Mouthful of Diamonds
You've got a mouthful of diamonds
And a pocketful of secrets
I know you're never telling anyone
3. The Antlers - Bear
We're terrified of one another
And terrified of what that means
But we'll make only quick decisions
And you'll just keep me in the waiting room
4. The Sea and Cake - Weekend
I don't mind, forget so, call it's been a long time
5. Neon Indian - (If I Knew, I'd Tell You)
I ended up turning this into a drabble so...
Title: The negative space between us
Author: rokimova
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Alex Edler/Daniel Sedin
Word Count: ~1500
Disclaimer: Complete fiction; I do not know any of them. Everything is false.
Summary: Meme fill for the amazing copperized: Five places Alex Edler wishes he and Daniel Sedin could do it.
1. This is how Alex Edler thinks, too often, how Daniel would be in bed. A steady hand resting on Alex’s collarbone, a thumb brushing over his lips. Kisses on the mouth, hot and insistent. Fingers threaded in his hair. Touches like he wants to map the contours of Alex's body to memory.
Sunlight fills the corners of his bedroom and the breeze drifts in lazily through the opened windows. He wonders how Danny makes love to Marinette, how he had touched her that first time.
2. They’ve stopped playing. The rain is thundering down now, fat wet drops that soak them until the clothes cling heavy to their bodies like a second skin. Small pools swell in the dips of the field and water seeps into Alex’s mud-stained trainers and his socks, chilling his toes. He squints through the blurry haze at the players slowly straggling back to the dry retreat of the building.
Wet dirt sprays his calves as he jogs up to fall in step with Cory and Jannik, who tosses the slippery soccer ball back in forth in his hands. Daniel is striding in front of them, in conversation with an animated and gesticulating Henrik, but Alex can only catch snatches of their words over the pounding rain. There's a chortle from Cory as Jannik attempts in vain to spin the ball on his fingertip, but Alex is looking at the wet outline of Daniel’s back, the shift of his shoulders, the trails of rain sliding down the angle of his cheekbone and he has an overwhelming urge to taste Daniel, here, to collide into him and fall down together into the mud and grass, Henrik be damned, to touch him in the water and the dirt while Raffi and Keith and Manny are just ten metres away, shoving each other and joking around.
But that is ridiculous.
3. He drives to Örnsköldsvik on Friday morning, early. On the edge of the horizon, the lining of the clouds is starting to glow pink. At this time offseason, rarely anything could coax Alex to emerge from his warm cocoon of blankets. It’s a long drive from Östersund and he puts his favorite Metallica album on, but even the screaming guitars and Hetfield’s vehement voice can’t drown out the eager jitter of his pulse.
When he arrives, Daniel's already waiting outside. He’s in a light grey t-shirt and comfortable shorts, sitting on the brick steps of his front door and holding a bike helmet between his gloved hands. “I think our entire neighborhood heard you coming,” he says wryly, smiling slightly.
Alex is pulling his bike off the rack on his car when Marinette steps out of the house to greet Alex warmly, tucking a stray lock of blond hair behind her ear. Little Erik trails behind her, clutching onto the leg of her jeans with one plump hand and a fistful of crayons in the other. He peers up at Alex shyly while Daniel kisses Marinette good-bye.
It’s a clear day for biking. It doesn’t take long to get out of Ö-vik and soon the path is flanked by stretches of grassy fields and trees. A small red house there, a cluster of impassive cows. A wind turbine towering above the line of trees gleams in the distance. The verdant land of the High Coast gently rises and falls past them and soon the grind of exertion starts a familiar heat in his muscles. They end up at the top of a shaded hill where the postcard view of Lake Haffstafjärden unfolds before them. Alex reaches for his water bottle and wipes his brow with his forearm.
“Actually, I brought something for us,” Daniel says almost sheepishly, and pulls a crumpled plastic bag out of the bicycle pack. It’s full of candy - salted lakrits, square toffees, brightly colored winegums, chocolates glinting promisingly in their wrappers.
“Sometimes I tell the people working there I buy them for Ronja --”
Alex erupts in laughter. “I don’t think any of them believe you.”
“Okay, I end up eating most of it.” Daniel picks some car-shaped gummies out of the bag and chuckles a little. “Marinette has to hide them from me.”
They lie down in the grass. Alex chooses some sour colanappars and grapefruit-colored candy strips that leave a sticky trail of crystals in his palm. He glances at Danny and he wants to laugh -- seeing Danny with a slight furrow in his brow, chewing sweets so intently, like how he does everything. Alex tells Daniel about going home for dinner on Sunday. It was the first introduction of Fredrik, Katarina’s dramatic new boyfriend whom she’d met at Lund University. He sported a wildly asymmetric haircut and elaborate tattoos that snaked up his forearms and made Mamma blanch at the door. At dinner, his mother had just looked uncertainly between them and asked Fredrik if he wanted some more meatballs, or how about another bowl of pea soup, while his sullen father had burst into sudden and intense bouts of questioning between forkfuls of fläskkorv. On the other hand, Jens had looked like he was trying to stifle his laughter while his wife picked daintily at her food, bored. Daniel laughs and says he’s always wondered what it would be like to have a sister. Katarina always was the unique one, Alex says. Independent of us and what everyone thought.
They fall into a comfortable silence then, with the occasional rustle of the bag between them, munching contentedly. An airplane growls in the distance, slowly marking its journey across the sky. The grass prickles at his calves and he absentmindedly pulls up tufts of grass with one hand. He rolls a licorice around on his tongue and gazes at the sharp cut of Daniel’s profile beside him.
Alex wants to kiss the sugar out of Daniel’s mouth, to press him into the sun-dappled grass, the sun high in the sky while the wind rustles the branches above them. Daniel, how could you understand.
4. When had he fallen so terribly for a married man, a father?
Alex had thought too many times of what would happen. If he offered up his body to Daniel -- would their skin meet here in the locker room, their bodies still damp from the sharp sweat of practice. If he fell on his knees to worship him with his mouth, please, I, nobody will --
“Don’t,” Daniel would say, reaching to pull him up. Firm hand gripping Alex’s shoulder while the gulf between them yawns vast, an impossible canyon. The expression in his eyes: pity.
Alex already knows.
5. Alex Edler is standing in the middle of the ice rink at Rogers Arena. The light here is strange though, not the familiar fluorescent stadium glare, but warm. Alex looks up. There is no roof. Just a perfect azure oval of sky.
Kesler is skating laps backwards around the rink, topless and chewing on a slice of pizza while Fin the Whale and the rest of the Canucks cheer him on excitedly from the bench. Bieksa catcalls and tosses pairs of black RK17 briefs onto the ice in admiration.
He watches them for a while. Casually scratching his elbow, he glances down to abruptly discover that he's the only player wearing the glaring white of the away jersey. What, how did -- he looks around feverishly as nausea starts to bubble up bitter in his throat. Did anyone see him in this? He has to leave now, he has to hide.
The scratch of blades across ice comes up behind him and a glove catches on his shoulder. Alex turns. "Hey," Danny says.
Alex stops -- the piercing blue of Daniel's eyes is close, so close. A marvelous and ineffable fear flares bright in his heart. He watches, mouth dry, as Daniel takes off his gloves and his helmet and drops them to the ice with a clatter.
Alex understands. Peeling off his own gloves, he reaches up with unsteady hands to slowly take off his own helmet. It falls to his side, forgotten. Everything is suddenly sharper, more defined -- the light illuminating the copper of Daniel’s hair, the distinct turn of his jaw, the arresting wonder of his eyes. There is a wild bird caught in Alex's ribcage, beating its wings so fast he can't breathe. A hand comes up to cup Alex's face. Daniel’s breath brushes his cheek.
They kiss.
The strains of wistful woodwind notes drift over to them and they turn to look. A vast heap of different instruments is surrounding the goal: guitars, violins, trumpets all spilling out onto the ice. Cory has skated over to the crease, playing a plaintive jazz standard on a weathered saxophone. Together, they watch him charm the saxophone with his fingers.
Something pricks hot behind his eyes, and his throat tightens.
Alex wants to stay here forever.
"He's very talented, isn't he?" he manages to ask. Danny nods in agreement and takes Alex's hand in his.
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Notes: Swedish candy is pretty much Daniel’s only weakness, he even gets family to smuggle it over to him, ha: http://youtu.be/i1zIR3palJY Daniel's bit starts at around 1:10.Have some Swedish Ferrari candies.
This is the gorgeous song that I imagine Cory playing in the dream -- Johnny Hodges on sax and the Duke Ellington Orchestra playing Isfahan.
Also, if anyone has noticed, the bit about Cory playing music was inspired by the crack photos of him appearing to play an instrument - the photo manips are compiled here in a hilarious gif somebody made.
cross-posted to canucks_slash
For solidland: Five songs Luongo listens to in the car that drive his passengers crazy
I guess it really depends on who's sitting in Lu's car
1. Eminem - Just Lose It
Henrik just looks over at him with slightly raised eyebrows, but there's a laugh quirking at the corner of his mouth.
2. Soulja Boy - Crank That
Kevin whoops and hollers. In the rear-view mirror, he sees Ryan donning his obnoxious aviators with a flourish (where was he hiding them, anyway) as Kevin reaches over to turn the dial to ear-splitting decibels. "YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Kevin yells along to the music, and they all chortle a little bit as Lu rolls down the windows and they bob their heads exaggeratedly to the beat.
3. Celine Dion -- I Drove All Night
Chris Tanev slouches really far down into his seat.
4. The Grateful Dead - Truckin'
"Uh, did you steal Mason's Ipod or something?" Burr chuckles. "Didn't think you were a closet country fan."
Roberto is deeply offended. "They're not country -- what, you don't know the Grateful Dead? Are you serious?"
>Photo proof Luongo is a Grateful Dead Fan: here's an old photo of him in a Grateful Dead T-Shirt
5. Abba - Dancing Queen
"What?" Roberto asks indignantly.
For blueabsinthe: Five songs that describe how Schneider really feels about Luongo
(I guess I tend to listen to a lot of music without lyrics, but here you go!)
1. Massive Attack - Psyche Rip the cage out of your chest
Let the chaos rule the rest
Show without showing
What you know without knowing
2. Phantogram - Mouthful of Diamonds
You've got a mouthful of diamonds
And a pocketful of secrets
I know you're never telling anyone
3. The Antlers - Bear
We're terrified of one another
And terrified of what that means
But we'll make only quick decisions
And you'll just keep me in the waiting room
4. The Sea and Cake - Weekend
I don't mind, forget so, call it's been a long time
5. Neon Indian - (If I Knew, I'd Tell You)
I ended up turning this into a drabble so...
Title: The negative space between us
Author: rokimova
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Alex Edler/Daniel Sedin
Word Count: ~1500
Disclaimer: Complete fiction; I do not know any of them. Everything is false.
Summary: Meme fill for the amazing copperized: Five places Alex Edler wishes he and Daniel Sedin could do it.
1. This is how Alex Edler thinks, too often, how Daniel would be in bed. A steady hand resting on Alex’s collarbone, a thumb brushing over his lips. Kisses on the mouth, hot and insistent. Fingers threaded in his hair. Touches like he wants to map the contours of Alex's body to memory.
Sunlight fills the corners of his bedroom and the breeze drifts in lazily through the opened windows. He wonders how Danny makes love to Marinette, how he had touched her that first time.
2. They’ve stopped playing. The rain is thundering down now, fat wet drops that soak them until the clothes cling heavy to their bodies like a second skin. Small pools swell in the dips of the field and water seeps into Alex’s mud-stained trainers and his socks, chilling his toes. He squints through the blurry haze at the players slowly straggling back to the dry retreat of the building.
Wet dirt sprays his calves as he jogs up to fall in step with Cory and Jannik, who tosses the slippery soccer ball back in forth in his hands. Daniel is striding in front of them, in conversation with an animated and gesticulating Henrik, but Alex can only catch snatches of their words over the pounding rain. There's a chortle from Cory as Jannik attempts in vain to spin the ball on his fingertip, but Alex is looking at the wet outline of Daniel’s back, the shift of his shoulders, the trails of rain sliding down the angle of his cheekbone and he has an overwhelming urge to taste Daniel, here, to collide into him and fall down together into the mud and grass, Henrik be damned, to touch him in the water and the dirt while Raffi and Keith and Manny are just ten metres away, shoving each other and joking around.
But that is ridiculous.
3. He drives to Örnsköldsvik on Friday morning, early. On the edge of the horizon, the lining of the clouds is starting to glow pink. At this time offseason, rarely anything could coax Alex to emerge from his warm cocoon of blankets. It’s a long drive from Östersund and he puts his favorite Metallica album on, but even the screaming guitars and Hetfield’s vehement voice can’t drown out the eager jitter of his pulse.
When he arrives, Daniel's already waiting outside. He’s in a light grey t-shirt and comfortable shorts, sitting on the brick steps of his front door and holding a bike helmet between his gloved hands. “I think our entire neighborhood heard you coming,” he says wryly, smiling slightly.
Alex is pulling his bike off the rack on his car when Marinette steps out of the house to greet Alex warmly, tucking a stray lock of blond hair behind her ear. Little Erik trails behind her, clutching onto the leg of her jeans with one plump hand and a fistful of crayons in the other. He peers up at Alex shyly while Daniel kisses Marinette good-bye.
It’s a clear day for biking. It doesn’t take long to get out of Ö-vik and soon the path is flanked by stretches of grassy fields and trees. A small red house there, a cluster of impassive cows. A wind turbine towering above the line of trees gleams in the distance. The verdant land of the High Coast gently rises and falls past them and soon the grind of exertion starts a familiar heat in his muscles. They end up at the top of a shaded hill where the postcard view of Lake Haffstafjärden unfolds before them. Alex reaches for his water bottle and wipes his brow with his forearm.
“Actually, I brought something for us,” Daniel says almost sheepishly, and pulls a crumpled plastic bag out of the bicycle pack. It’s full of candy - salted lakrits, square toffees, brightly colored winegums, chocolates glinting promisingly in their wrappers.
“Sometimes I tell the people working there I buy them for Ronja --”
Alex erupts in laughter. “I don’t think any of them believe you.”
“Okay, I end up eating most of it.” Daniel picks some car-shaped gummies out of the bag and chuckles a little. “Marinette has to hide them from me.”
They lie down in the grass. Alex chooses some sour colanappars and grapefruit-colored candy strips that leave a sticky trail of crystals in his palm. He glances at Danny and he wants to laugh -- seeing Danny with a slight furrow in his brow, chewing sweets so intently, like how he does everything. Alex tells Daniel about going home for dinner on Sunday. It was the first introduction of Fredrik, Katarina’s dramatic new boyfriend whom she’d met at Lund University. He sported a wildly asymmetric haircut and elaborate tattoos that snaked up his forearms and made Mamma blanch at the door. At dinner, his mother had just looked uncertainly between them and asked Fredrik if he wanted some more meatballs, or how about another bowl of pea soup, while his sullen father had burst into sudden and intense bouts of questioning between forkfuls of fläskkorv. On the other hand, Jens had looked like he was trying to stifle his laughter while his wife picked daintily at her food, bored. Daniel laughs and says he’s always wondered what it would be like to have a sister. Katarina always was the unique one, Alex says. Independent of us and what everyone thought.
They fall into a comfortable silence then, with the occasional rustle of the bag between them, munching contentedly. An airplane growls in the distance, slowly marking its journey across the sky. The grass prickles at his calves and he absentmindedly pulls up tufts of grass with one hand. He rolls a licorice around on his tongue and gazes at the sharp cut of Daniel’s profile beside him.
Alex wants to kiss the sugar out of Daniel’s mouth, to press him into the sun-dappled grass, the sun high in the sky while the wind rustles the branches above them. Daniel, how could you understand.
4. When had he fallen so terribly for a married man, a father?
Alex had thought too many times of what would happen. If he offered up his body to Daniel -- would their skin meet here in the locker room, their bodies still damp from the sharp sweat of practice. If he fell on his knees to worship him with his mouth, please, I, nobody will --
“Don’t,” Daniel would say, reaching to pull him up. Firm hand gripping Alex’s shoulder while the gulf between them yawns vast, an impossible canyon. The expression in his eyes: pity.
Alex already knows.
5. Alex Edler is standing in the middle of the ice rink at Rogers Arena. The light here is strange though, not the familiar fluorescent stadium glare, but warm. Alex looks up. There is no roof. Just a perfect azure oval of sky.
Kesler is skating laps backwards around the rink, topless and chewing on a slice of pizza while Fin the Whale and the rest of the Canucks cheer him on excitedly from the bench. Bieksa catcalls and tosses pairs of black RK17 briefs onto the ice in admiration.
He watches them for a while. Casually scratching his elbow, he glances down to abruptly discover that he's the only player wearing the glaring white of the away jersey. What, how did -- he looks around feverishly as nausea starts to bubble up bitter in his throat. Did anyone see him in this? He has to leave now, he has to hide.
The scratch of blades across ice comes up behind him and a glove catches on his shoulder. Alex turns. "Hey," Danny says.
Alex stops -- the piercing blue of Daniel's eyes is close, so close. A marvelous and ineffable fear flares bright in his heart. He watches, mouth dry, as Daniel takes off his gloves and his helmet and drops them to the ice with a clatter.
Alex understands. Peeling off his own gloves, he reaches up with unsteady hands to slowly take off his own helmet. It falls to his side, forgotten. Everything is suddenly sharper, more defined -- the light illuminating the copper of Daniel’s hair, the distinct turn of his jaw, the arresting wonder of his eyes. There is a wild bird caught in Alex's ribcage, beating its wings so fast he can't breathe. A hand comes up to cup Alex's face. Daniel’s breath brushes his cheek.
They kiss.
The strains of wistful woodwind notes drift over to them and they turn to look. A vast heap of different instruments is surrounding the goal: guitars, violins, trumpets all spilling out onto the ice. Cory has skated over to the crease, playing a plaintive jazz standard on a weathered saxophone. Together, they watch him charm the saxophone with his fingers.
Something pricks hot behind his eyes, and his throat tightens.
Alex wants to stay here forever.
"He's very talented, isn't he?" he manages to ask. Danny nods in agreement and takes Alex's hand in his.
----------
Notes: Swedish candy is pretty much Daniel’s only weakness, he even gets family to smuggle it over to him, ha: http://youtu.be/i1zIR3palJY Daniel's bit starts at around 1:10.Have some Swedish Ferrari candies.
This is the gorgeous song that I imagine Cory playing in the dream -- Johnny Hodges on sax and the Duke Ellington Orchestra playing Isfahan.
Also, if anyone has noticed, the bit about Cory playing music was inspired by the crack photos of him appearing to play an instrument - the photo manips are compiled here in a hilarious gif somebody made.
cross-posted to canucks_slash