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You'll be my American Boy
Title: Just... No.
Author:
bhavna_grint
Pairing: Anders Eriksson/Andy Wozniewski (I'M SO SORRY ;_____; IT'S FOR LULZ, I SWEAR!)
Rating: PG-14, I guess?
Disclaimer: I would never, ever, own these boys, EVER.
Author's Notes: This is a very belated Bday fic for mah twisnay
neekbreek. I really hope she doesn't hate me for this XDDD And thansk to
so_fabelhaft for the beta! I'm sorry I had to put you through that XD
Andy's POV
I have no fucking clue how I found myself here. I was just visiting home in the off season, y'know, anticipating what moves that dumbass--I mean my GM was going to make. I didn't expect anything to be out of the ordinary...
Boy, was I ever wrong.
I was at a Cubs game when I got the news. I had been signed by St. Louis. Great... time to move again. Who knows? Maybe I would get more opportunity here because God knows I didn't get enough in Toronto. This shouldn't have been bugging me, but it was. I mean, I knew I had everything to look forward to in St. Louis, but Toronto had been my home for so long that I didn't know what I would do without that city. This was all too much to be thinking about at a hockey game, and there really was only one solution to this, albeit short-term--getting wasted.
As soon as the game ended, I ditched my friends--I really wanted to be alone--and took the bus, leaving my car in the parking lot, to the closest bar. I may be irresponsible in my defensive zone at times, but I don't endanger myself or anyone innocent. Barging into the bar, I headed straight for the counter and ordered 42oz-er of Coors Light all to myself. Nothing like my favourite brew to erase all my problems. The bartender raised his eye-brow.
"You sure about that, bud...?" he said, digging out the pitcher.
Judgemental asshole.
"Yes, I'm sure..." I said as sweetly as I could without coming across as an asshole. I needed my beer, and I needed it now.
With a nod, his eyebrows still raised, he poured my pitcher and made sure to leave a lot of head. There goes your tip, buddy. I took a glass and poured myself a glass. Mmmm... ice cold. I must have downed that thing in record time because before I knew it I was pouring another glass.
I have no idea how many glasses later, but I was about half-done my pitcher, the guy beside me started to speak.
"You are Toronto Maple Leaf, yes?" the blond said with an accent I knew all too well--Swedish. See, being in Toronto for so long got you used to two accents--Canadian and Swedish, and that man was most definitely Swedish. He looked familiar, but I didn't know where from. Then again, I was pretttttty buzzed, so he could have been an halucination alltogether. I just nodded and drained my glass. He pointed towards my pitcher. "Coors Light?" I nodded again. "May I have some...?" Oookay this was getting weird.
"Ummm... no offense, butwhothefuck are you??" I slured my words together. He half-smiled and laughed to himself.
"Anders Eriksson," he extended his arm. I went to shake it. So that's where I knew him from! He was a Flame! And to be honest he kinda looked like a... well a different kind of Flame. Since he was a hockey player, I didn't see the harm in letting him in on my pitcher--I could always get another one.
"Andy Woz--fuck I can't even say my own name..." I laughed and he joined in. Fuck, I really was drunk.
"Don't worry, I know who you are," he said, still eyeing my pitcher. I grabbed his glass and poured it for him.
"Well since y'know who I am, I see no problem in sharing," I said, passing the beer to him. He took a sip and smiled.
"I couldn't resist, Coors is my favourite!" Anders said as he took a giant sip of his beer. I didn't know Swedes like Coors. I thought it was just us dumbass Americans. I always remembered the looks I got in Canadian bars whenever I asked for this stuff. Man it felt good to be home. I grinned at him.
"It's your favourite, eh?" I asked, pouring myself and him another glass. "I didn't know you Swedes liked this stuff!"
"I'm not your everyday Swede... or at least not the kind that you'd get in Toronto..." he said, lowering his gaze. Um, what the fuck did he mean?
"Um... what?" I took a swig from my glass. He placed his hand on my thigh and moved it up. Normally I'd stop any cocksucker that'd dare to do that, but I was beyond any mental capacity to do that at the moment. 'Sides, it felt kinda good...
"I'm more..." he moved his hand higher on my thigh, coming dangerously close to certain forbidden areas. "...outside the box..." What the fuck kind of box did he live in?! He locked his eyes with mine and knew I was too drunk to stop him from whatever he was about to do. He realized this by utter deer look in my eyes. Grinning to himself, he got up and leaned into my ear. "Meet me in the washroom in five minutes..." he whispered as he walked towards the back of the bar.
I wasn't sure how I felt about this, but I was sure I was going to the washroom in five minutes...
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Oh mannnn I had to stop it right there before I puked XD HAPPY BELATED, TWINSAY! XD
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Pairing: Anders Eriksson/Andy Wozniewski (I'M SO SORRY ;_____; IT'S FOR LULZ, I SWEAR!)
Rating: PG-14, I guess?
Disclaimer: I would never, ever, own these boys, EVER.
Author's Notes: This is a very belated Bday fic for mah twisnay
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Andy's POV
I have no fucking clue how I found myself here. I was just visiting home in the off season, y'know, anticipating what moves that dumbass--I mean my GM was going to make. I didn't expect anything to be out of the ordinary...
Boy, was I ever wrong.
I was at a Cubs game when I got the news. I had been signed by St. Louis. Great... time to move again. Who knows? Maybe I would get more opportunity here because God knows I didn't get enough in Toronto. This shouldn't have been bugging me, but it was. I mean, I knew I had everything to look forward to in St. Louis, but Toronto had been my home for so long that I didn't know what I would do without that city. This was all too much to be thinking about at a hockey game, and there really was only one solution to this, albeit short-term--getting wasted.
As soon as the game ended, I ditched my friends--I really wanted to be alone--and took the bus, leaving my car in the parking lot, to the closest bar. I may be irresponsible in my defensive zone at times, but I don't endanger myself or anyone innocent. Barging into the bar, I headed straight for the counter and ordered 42oz-er of Coors Light all to myself. Nothing like my favourite brew to erase all my problems. The bartender raised his eye-brow.
"You sure about that, bud...?" he said, digging out the pitcher.
Judgemental asshole.
"Yes, I'm sure..." I said as sweetly as I could without coming across as an asshole. I needed my beer, and I needed it now.
With a nod, his eyebrows still raised, he poured my pitcher and made sure to leave a lot of head. There goes your tip, buddy. I took a glass and poured myself a glass. Mmmm... ice cold. I must have downed that thing in record time because before I knew it I was pouring another glass.
I have no idea how many glasses later, but I was about half-done my pitcher, the guy beside me started to speak.
"You are Toronto Maple Leaf, yes?" the blond said with an accent I knew all too well--Swedish. See, being in Toronto for so long got you used to two accents--Canadian and Swedish, and that man was most definitely Swedish. He looked familiar, but I didn't know where from. Then again, I was pretttttty buzzed, so he could have been an halucination alltogether. I just nodded and drained my glass. He pointed towards my pitcher. "Coors Light?" I nodded again. "May I have some...?" Oookay this was getting weird.
"Ummm... no offense, butwhothefuck are you??" I slured my words together. He half-smiled and laughed to himself.
"Anders Eriksson," he extended his arm. I went to shake it. So that's where I knew him from! He was a Flame! And to be honest he kinda looked like a... well a different kind of Flame. Since he was a hockey player, I didn't see the harm in letting him in on my pitcher--I could always get another one.
"Andy Woz--fuck I can't even say my own name..." I laughed and he joined in. Fuck, I really was drunk.
"Don't worry, I know who you are," he said, still eyeing my pitcher. I grabbed his glass and poured it for him.
"Well since y'know who I am, I see no problem in sharing," I said, passing the beer to him. He took a sip and smiled.
"I couldn't resist, Coors is my favourite!" Anders said as he took a giant sip of his beer. I didn't know Swedes like Coors. I thought it was just us dumbass Americans. I always remembered the looks I got in Canadian bars whenever I asked for this stuff. Man it felt good to be home. I grinned at him.
"It's your favourite, eh?" I asked, pouring myself and him another glass. "I didn't know you Swedes liked this stuff!"
"I'm not your everyday Swede... or at least not the kind that you'd get in Toronto..." he said, lowering his gaze. Um, what the fuck did he mean?
"Um... what?" I took a swig from my glass. He placed his hand on my thigh and moved it up. Normally I'd stop any cocksucker that'd dare to do that, but I was beyond any mental capacity to do that at the moment. 'Sides, it felt kinda good...
"I'm more..." he moved his hand higher on my thigh, coming dangerously close to certain forbidden areas. "...outside the box..." What the fuck kind of box did he live in?! He locked his eyes with mine and knew I was too drunk to stop him from whatever he was about to do. He realized this by utter deer look in my eyes. Grinning to himself, he got up and leaned into my ear. "Meet me in the washroom in five minutes..." he whispered as he walked towards the back of the bar.
I wasn't sure how I felt about this, but I was sure I was going to the washroom in five minutes...
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Oh mannnn I had to stop it right there before I puked XD HAPPY BELATED, TWINSAY! XD
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I AM ABSOLUTLY
100%
TRAUMATIZED RIGHT NOW
HAHAAHAHAHSHAHHFAHSGSJDFLC; oH MY GOD LMFAO
BRB WHEN I GATHER MY THOUGHTS
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*THEN REALIZES IT'S TEH WOZ, EW*
*HIDES BEHIND A TREE*
I'M SORRY XD I'm glad you laughed though XD
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He placed his hand on my thigh and moved it up. *BARFS ALL OVER THE PLACE.
What the fuck kind of box did he live in?! BIG OL BOX OF FAIL.
hahaha OH MAN. I love you so much right now. This was HILARIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See, while most people get SRS FANFICTION, I get this. This is how I know I have the BEST FRIENDS EVER.
LMAO ILY
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Yes, a GIANT Box o'fail.
LMAO THANK YOU!!!! I wrote it just for your lulz. Srs.
ILY!!!
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Anders was a Leaf too *shudders* SO MUCH FAIL!
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And no one can compare to the fail that is Andy Wozniewski though XD have you SEEN him play? XDDD Swiss Cheese is a better D man. And Swiss cheese doesn't talk to itself.
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I need an icon of a player with a bb XD Instead you get Henrik and Emma XD
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And I have many-a-pictures of my boys with their kids. SO CUTE.
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I knooow, players with kids is just waaaaaay too much cute to be had in the world.
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SERIOUSLY! Darcy and Hal and Wade and Boyd all brought their bbs to the Skills Comp this year and it was just an explosion of cute! ♥
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XD Darcy is cute in general, so it works, I think. XD
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OMG HE IS SO CUTE WITH HIS KIDS, OMG. I can't even describe it to you XDDD
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Awww really? XD Cuuuute ♥
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ANDERS ERIKSSON?
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You have broken my brain with Anders Eriksson.
Maybe I should read it now. LOL.
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That was diffenetly different.;)
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Good job, something different then what I'm use to reading.
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XD THAT WAS SHEER GENIUS WIFEY! AND I APPLAUD YOU FOR NOT PUKING.
ROFLSPROUTS
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