10/21/14 Flyers @ Blackhawks: Jonathan Toews and Patrick Kane admire Kane’s second goal of the night
On the Chicago CSN broadcast, they didn’t cut away from Johnny, they showed him beaming and grinning himself the whole time, so these fucking jerks were just being all smiley simultaneously.
Replies to many posts under the cut! Also, seriously, send me Sammy Kane/IGAL-verse Halloween prompts. I’m lookin’ to procrastinate on things I should be doing (including procrastinating on writing those puppy Tazer prompts y’all sent heyo), so, help me help you and all that. (They will likely be chatfic, but who knows.)
trololoception replied to your post “Since I am certain that someone will post a scan of this Kaner piece…”
lol. lol. jonny reading this and finding out kaner got a french/guitar teacher. like are you serious?! first brichards takes my place now this?! hello??? does anyone even see me!!!
JONATHAN TOEWS IS RIGHT HERE. LOOK AT THIS MOTHERFUCKING HALLOWEEN COSTUME showing his vast amounts of RIGHT HERE-EDNESS. Why is no one making eye contact with him. He picked these pants from American Apparel even.
YESSSSSSSSSSSSS give me everything and anything in this verse I love it so much
<3 I am glad I have an audience for these ridic things. Sometimes you just need hockey bros and their opinionated baby.
HOW IS THIS SO FUCKING CUTE afdhjkhjhfhg. (also: is there really a Kane month on the dog calendar?)
Per our discussion, there is NOT (yet) but since this was set in the future, I can make up my own terms like Bicks actually still being on the team and Kaner being in his calendar and having to keep it secret from his dog-starved son.
(Also, spoilers for a major character in epilogues are below the cut. I have decided that - uh, I’m not going to cut for those spoilers from here on out unless there is somehow somebody out there who cares enough about spoilers in my fictional monstrous mpreg verse that they don’t want to see them. If that person is you, you should let me know. TBH, I won’t even judge, I would be quite flattered. And tilting my head. But in a v. flattered way.)
Tori asked for a WIP preview, and well… she’s read them all. But no one else has! So - NOT surprise, Tori! Surprise PORN, everyone else! (This is just titled “sexting” in GDocs and I’m sorry. AKA the one where Pat is super into sexting and Jonny is… not great at it. Another snippet of this (from an alternate POV) can be found here.
Team dinner later that week is kind of a big deal, Jonny guesses. They’re in Chicago, they’re coming off a series of wins, and they’re about to head out on a roadtrip that all but guarantees at least one more win.
The team is seated at a long table in the back of a quiet restaurant, and yeah, it’d probably be easier to have a couple of the chefs at the UC make them a buffet and just relax there, but it’s rare they all get to go out when they’re not dead on their feet from traveling and playing in the same day, so no one is complaining.
He and Pat are at opposite ends of the table, because for all that Sharpy likes to chirp them, they absolutely do not live in each other’s pockets, what the fuck ever. Plus Jonny was in a conversation with Hossa when they sat down, and it would be super rude to just end it to go around the table and sit next to his boyfriend.
They’ve all ordered drinks and are settling in, jackets coming off, phones coming out of pockets, when he glances down the table and smiles when Pat catches his eye, grinning that stupid dimpled smile at him and waving like they’re 10 and sitting at opposite ends of the classroom.
He’s sipping his drink, nodding at something Hoss is saying when his phone dings on the table in front of him. Pat’s name shows with a text message, and why the fuck –
He glances down the table again, looking to scowl at Pat because again, they are not 10, they can go an hour without talking to each other, jesus, but Pat is staring at his phone, typing away.
Jonny slides his finger to view the text message while he takes another sip of his drink and then nearly chokes. Hossa claps him on the back and laughs, chirping him quietly, and Jonny has a second to hope he wasn’t reading over his shoulder.
Our visitor sure is enthusiastic!
This is all about the llama staring at you meaningfully through the rearview mirror.
The ostrich is just a distraction for the murder that llama will perform
tbh i think its more about the girl in the other car crying like what happened
there is so much going on in this photo
svmadelyn said: Hi! I am here to HELP you in your prompts-quest. How about a tried and true classic - pretending to be dating, Toews/Kane? Alternately, Toews/Kane, indecent proposal. I'm an equal opportunity prompts employer.
Soooooo … I know we don’t know each other yet, but HI, MY NAME IS MEL, AND I LIKE TO COMBINE FIC PROMPTS. The result? This weird “Indecent Proposal”/”Win A Date With Tad Hamilton!” AU. Also, for some reason these keep coming out angstier than I intended. IDEK. I regret nothing.
"I can’t believe I actually agreed to this."
"Yeah, you said that last time, too." Patrick sips at his wine—"I’m really more of a beer guy, but my agent says wine looks classier, so"—and grins, apparently unconcerned with the cameras flashing outside the restaurant window. “But you came out with me again anyway.”
"Yeah, well, I still need the money enough to make it worth it."
"Hey," Patrick says, pressing a hand over his heart and staring at Jonny with an exaggerated pout. "Feelings, man. Words hurt."
"I’ve never understood why this many people even care about your personal life. You’re a hockey player, not a movie star—isn’t this kind of paparazzi attention sort of overkill?"
"You know how people slow on the highway to stare at a car wreck?" Patrick shrugs. "I think it probably has something to do with that."
"So you think you’re a car wreck?" Jonny asks, eyebrow raised. Patrick just looks back calmly.
Honestly, Jonny doesn’t know what to think. He’s a hockey fan, he lives in Chicago; of course he knows who Patrick is. He knows what kind of a guy he is, sees the pictures in the tabloids and the stories on Deadspin, hears the rumors about whether or not the Blackhawks feel like he’s still wroth all of the negative press that comes with him. The last thing he would’ve expected was to have picked up Patrick Kane at a bar for a one-night stand a couple of weeks ago; the idea of him showing up at Jonny’s tiny dojo a few days later with a charming smile and a truly fucked-up proposal wouldn’t in a million years have occurred to him as the remotest possibility.
Still, he’s got less than a month left to find the money for a down payment on the dojo’s building before the deadline’s up and his landlord takes the development company’s offer; he really does need the money. And if pretending to date Patrick for a few weeks to help the guy’s public image will help him get it … well, there are probably worse ways he could be spending his time.
"I think," he finally says, pushing his plate back and placing his napkin on the table, "that you’re probably a better person than you want people to think you are."
"Huh. You know, that’s kind of a turn-on."
"Yeah well, I hate to be the one to give you the bad news, but you’re not paying me enough to whore myself out. Sorry."
"That’s too bad." Patrick leans forward, forearms braced against the table as he smiles, slow and thoughtful. "One million."
"I’m upping my offer. One million dollars, if you go home with me tonight."
From the corner of his eye, Jonny catches the flash of another camera. He can imagine the picture now: Patrick leaning over the tiny table with a flirtatious grin while Jonny stares in slack-jawed shock. It’ll be in some paper or on some website by tomorrow morning, and the knowledge sends a hot rush of shame and anger through Jonny’s blood.
"Are you fucking joking?" he hisses, and Patrick shrugs.
"Not even a little bit. Still think I’m a good person?"
"So what, this is about proving some stupid point?"
"No; this is about me really wanting to get laid. Come on," he says, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial, cocky whisper as he winks at Jonny. "Neither of us can get any anywhere else for the time being, and it’s not like I’ve missed how you’ve been looking at me. One million, more than enough to keep your building from getting torn down, and all you have to do is something you want to do anyway.”
It’s tempting. God fucking damn it, it’s so tempting. One million wouldn’t just be enough for the down payment, it would be almost enough to buy the building outright. One night, and everyone who’s counting on him would be taken care of. One night, like Patrick said, of doing what he’s been wanting to do again anyway since he woke up the morning after the bar to find that Patrick was already gone.
"If this is some sort of attempt to keep me from actually liking you, you’re doing pretty well.”
"I don’t care if you like me," Patrick snaps back before he checks himself, defensiveness replaced with a smug leer as he sweeps his tongue over his lips in deliberate provocation. "I just care if you sleep with me."
"I don’t want to sleep with you." Jonny takes a moment of vicious satisfaction at the faltering surprise on Patrick’s face. "I want to fuck you; there’s a difference."
"Hey, man." Patrick sits up, breathless and dark-eyed as he signals for the check. "Whatever you’re into."
I could totally uh, read what happens next. If that was a thing. That you wanted to do.
A few weeks ago I asked if people would be willing to participate in a Halloween tumblr fic meme. It seems everybody liked the idea, SO, I humbly ask you to churn out a little something.
It can be an AU, it can be horror, it can be the boys trick-or-treating together—whatever you want! Vampires, witches, zombies, haunted houses! Hit me with it.
You can submit to getting-good-wood or use the tag October 31st 1988. I’ll do my best to gather all of the prompts together as they come in!