#1988 quaranthon

[anotherashley]

Only All The Time // 1988 

Summary: Being in love with his alpha captain isn’t easy. Being a rare male omega in a world where his dynamic is controversial even less so. But when Patrick’s twin brother Aiden is traded to Chicago and put on Jonny’s wing? Well, everything becomes twice as complicated.

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] COMPLETE!

[1988quaranthon]

We've hit the end of Quaranthon!

Thank you so much to everyone who signed up and participated. We hope you guys had a great time! We ended up with eighteen (that's 18!) new 1988 stories out of this - a few of which still have chapters forthcoming.

We want to extend a special thank you to all of our beta readers; you guys are the unsung heroes that make fests like this work. We would be a poorer community without your help.

We've set the queue to reblog one post per day to highlight all of our stories again. This includes not only posts made on the Quaranthon account but also posts that you all made on your personal blogs and tagged #1988 quaranthon. If you have a post you didn't tag that you'd like featured here, just send us a message or reblog it yourself with @1988quaranthon.

And if you're looking for something to do next, check out @1988folklorefest! 

Thank you all again so much for your participation, and have a great Halloween!

Your mods,

@anotherashley, @kanerboo, and @ohblushes

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You’ve Got My Devotion by skjei

Seeing Double by Kkane88

the distance between bodies by ange___enchante

ocean eyes by windsthatwhisper

And Sparrows, Too by trademarkgiggle

till shadowed days are gone by soupbowlfulofsins

In Good Company by capnseriouslycanadian

The Arrangement by gloriousfaceduck

Dump and Chase by Tedda

Finally Got It All Right by Linsky

something make my head stir by CitrusVanille

paper rings by thathockey

Only All The Time by heartstrings

every piece of me and you by thundersquall

pink lemonade by solizabeth

Trust and Tenacity by moretocome

It Must Be Something in the Water by allthebros

Biscuit in the Basket by sorrylatenew

[manila-automat]

Product Design 3, 1988

[pkanerr]

NEW FIC: pink lemonade

Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews - 32k - Explicit 

Patrick laughs, the neck of his beer pushing against his bottom lip. "What, like, you want to put me on my knees? Want to hear me beg?" He can't help it, can't stop himself when his tongue traces along the rim of the glass bottle. "You want me to call you daddy, Jon?"

Jonny shrugs, eyes dark. "If you want."

Patrick doesn't know what he wants, but he thinks Jonny's going to teach him.

(patrick just wants to learn)

also see: dom/sub / kink exploration / first time bottoming / breathplay / face-fucking / deepthroating / choking / spanking / switching / kneeling / rimming / felching / comeplay / praise kink / begging / subspace / porn with feelings 

READ HERE

[natashastarkk]

Title: Finally Got It All Right Author: @linskywords Reader: @natashastarkk​ Fandom: Men’s Hockey RPF Rating: Mature Relationships: Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews  Additional Tags: 2019-2020 NHL Season, Getting Together, mention of real-life girlfriends, Getting Back Together, Didn’t Know They Were Dating, Misunderstandings Length: 49:24 / 52:38 with free talk Summary: “I know about this stuff,” Jonny says. “I mean, when you and I broke up—”

Patrick chokes on his beer. “I’m sorry, when we what?”

Podfic Link: AO3

[linskywords]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews Characters: Patrick Kane, Jonathan Toews Additional Tags: 2019-2020 NHL Season, Getting Together, mention of real-life girlfriends Summary:

“I know about this stuff,” Jonny says. “I mean, when you and I broke up—”

Patrick chokes on his beer. “I’m sorry, when we what?”

[kanertazer]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26268847

here’s my fic for the 1988 quaranthon! thanks to everyone who put this together, i hope u all enjoy💖

[gloriousfaceduck]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews, Abby Sharp/Patrick Sharp, Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin Characters: Patrick Kane, Jonathan Toews, Abby Sharp, Patrick Sharp, Sidney Crosby, Evgeni Malkin, Amanda Grahovec, Erica Kane, Jessica Kane, Jacqueline Kane, Donna Kane Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Historical, Marriage of Convenience Summary:

All Patrick has to do to avoid his family's financial ruin is marry Lord Toews. It's going to be a mutually beneficial arrangement, purely a transaction. What could possibly go wrong?

[kanerboo]

posting a little something for the 1988 quaranthon writing sprint! 

(mpreg, but sfw!)

"Hey," he says out loud to Jonny. "Can we stop by Whole Foods?"

"Sure," Jonny says agreeably. "You need something? If you're tired I can drop you home and head to Whole Foods on my own to get what you want."

"No, I just want to check something out."

"Let me guess," Jonny says, as he bypasses their usual turning towards Patrick's condo and keeps heading straight, towards the building where the Whole Foods is. "You want to look at an artichoke."

Patrick swings around to stare at him. "How the hell did you know that?"

Jonny just laughs. "I saw your face at the clinic when Dr. Liu said they were the size of artichokes. You were trying to figure out how big they'd be."

Dammit. Patrick has no idea how Jonny reads his thoughts on his face every single time. He's been doing it since they were rookies. "Okay, fine, yeah, but - no judgment, okay. I'm just curious."

"Why would I judge you for that?" Jonny asks, turning into the parking garage. "I'd judge you if you were like, I don't know, doing dumb shit and endangering yourself. Not for this."

"I don't do dumb shit," Patrick proclaims.

"Remember yesterday morning when you were looking for your phone for twenty minutes and went digging all over the condo, when you were holding it in your hand the whole time?"

"I have pregnancy brain, that doesn't count."

They're still bickering gently as they park the car and go into the Whole Foods; in a way, it's nice, Patrick thinks. It feels normal, like they're still living in the days when they were just rookies trying to save a franchise and all they did was push each other's buttons until they fell into bed together, like all of this - the babies, the marriage - never happened and they're being their usual chirping, fuckbuddy selves. Then he gives himself a little mental shake, because - he'd never wish that the babies didn't happen. That's the one thing he doesn't regret in all of this.

Jonny leads the way to the vegetable section, where they stroll down the aisle until Jonny stops. "There," he says, pointing, and Patrick follows his finger to a shelf of bright green artichokes. 

They look gross to him, like some kind of weird, stunted, mutated succulent - and taste gross too - but he picks one up and holds it up in his hand. It's actually bigger than he thought it would be - bigger than his fist, a little larger even than his spread open hand - and he can't help but marvel at the thought that, holy shit, there are two of these in his belly. His babies are this big right now. 

Jonny's picked up two artichokes, hefting them in his big palms. "Wow," he says, looking at them, and then he puts them right up against Patrick's bump and laughs. "Look at that."

Patrick looks down at the two artichokes Jonny's pressing up against his belly, and tries to imagine how they're fitting inside his bump, which is big, yeah, but doesn't look quite big enough to fit two of these. He puts the artichoke he's holding on top of Jonny's two, and says jokingly, "Imagine if I was having triplets."

Jonny starts laughing again, and after a moment, Patrick joins in. It's ridiculous how happy he is, standing in the middle of a Whole Foods, holding artichokes to his stomach and doubling over with laughter; but maybe having Jonny as the father of his children, being married to Jonny - maybe that's another thing he doesn't regret after all.

[cometomore]

My 1988:Locked In fic is finally posted!

Trust and Tenacity

[1988quaranthon]

On a scale of 1 to Jonny-protecting-Patrick-when-he-gets-crosschecked, how much are you missing 1988 and hockey right now? 

Or maybe you have a hankering to write fic while stuck indoors, but can't quite get enough motivation for it? Or a WIP lying around that you keep telling yourself "I'll get to it now that I'm staying indoors with nothing to do" and yet… you're still not getting it done?

The Quaranthon: 1988 Locked In is here to help!

Born out of all the above, the Quaranthon is a super chill, casual fic challenge that will help you pass your time in a productive way during the lockdown! And by productive, we mean helping you to work out your various feelings about 1988 in lockdown, 1988 in a werewolf/fairy nymph alternate universe, 1988 back on ice winning Stanley Cups, 1988 curtains!kid!fic with domesticity and fluff and… well, you get the picture.

All content creators are welcome, from artists to mixers to writers! If you would like to sign up just as a beta, toss your name in there as well!

Check out the FAQs here, and the very chill rules here.

Signups are open April 18 and run through till April 30!

Remember: you may be locked in, but your 1988 imaginations get to run free with the Quaranthon!

(We can't go out, but we can reblog this post to get the word out!)

[saucerfulofsins]

1988 quaranthon excerpt

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Maybe buying all CDs by someone who’s got a fair bit of music on Spotify is excessive.

And maybe putting on videos he finds on YouTube when he runs through his evening workout is too, but there’s just something about Kane’s music, his stage presence, that’s caught his attention. Jonny’s obsessive enough that he can’t let it go.

He tries to keep it quiet around the locker room because he’s not interested in getting chirped for this, in particular, but that’s difficult when Seabs informs everyone he was more interested in the piano player than his date.

“Shut the fuck up,” he grumbles, tightening his skates.

“Oh no,” Sharpy pops up. “No, this is great, Seabs, please tell us more.”

Seabs shrugs. “She said Tazer shoved her hand from his leg and just continued to stare at this guy.”

To Jonny’s absolute horror, Sharpy’s face fills with glee. “Tell me who it is,” he asks.

“No,” Jonny says at the same time Seabs speaks. “Patrick Timothy Kane … the second.”

Sharpy laughs for ten minutes while Jonny contemplates whether capital murder is worth the punishment. Anything to get Sharpy to stop.

(But if prison had hockey and Kane’s music? He’d have gone for it. Sharpy fucking deserves it.)

[19red]

An hour and a half in, I’ve managed 402 words and you know what, I’m not mad about it!!

Here’s a snippet I might hate tomorrow:

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Patrick raps his knuckles on Jonny’s door to the rhythm of Chelsea Dagger, or at least he tries to.

“Coming,” Jonny’s voice says politely from inside, instead of it’s open, you dipshit so maybe he fails.

Jonny answers the door in a pair of black boxers and an inside-out t-shirt that he probably threw on just for that purpose. He blinks at Patrick like he’s surprised to see him, mouth parting wordless on an inhale, a little fish-like.

“Dude,” Patrick says, “were you jerking it?”

Instead of answering, Jonny gives him a once over, like he has any ground to judge Patrick’s outfit of choice - sweats and a hoodie, both on right-side-out, thank you. “You’re not going out?”

“Movie night,” Patrick reminds him, knocking a shoulder into his chest as he walks into the room.

The TV is on, some ESPN special about next year top prospects. The bed seems perfectly untouched. No weird smells lingering in the air. No signs of any suspicious activity taking place. God, Jonny was probably just like, working out naked or something, the fucking weirdo.

“You don’t have to.” Jonny says.

“Don’t have to what?” Patrick asks, throwing himself on the bed.

“Shoes off, you fucking animal.” Jonny says, dragging Patrick by the shins until his feet are hanging off the edge of the mattress, covers bunching up under him. 

Patrick kicks his shoes off and shimmies back up the bed, making himself comfortable against the headboard by monopolizing all the pillows he can reach. Jonny slumps down next to him, close enough he can take advantage of Patrick’s hoarding. He’s always so damn hot, the heath radiating from him like a magnetic pull. Patrick grabs a fistful of sheets to anchor himself to the spot, preventing his body to listing any closer.

“What happened to your plans of debauchery?”

Patrick shrugs.

[linskywords]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews Characters: Patrick Kane, Jonathan Toews Additional Tags: Masturbation, slightly creepy behavior, Phone Sex, Quarantimes Summary:

Patrick doesn’t think before he takes the screenshot.

[kanerboo]

tagged by: @anotherashley!

three favorite ships: 1988!!! (obviously) also yesung/ryeowook from super junior (kpop) and lan wangji/wei wuxian from the untamed/cql!! last song you listened to: flowers in the window by travis last movie you watched: black panther, because I just wanted to watch chadwick boseman again. currently craving: cinnamon buns!! currently reading: just finished reading Trust and Tenacity by @cometomore, a Quaranthon fic, and obviously I’m delighted about it because... adorable a/b/o regency au!!!

tagging... anyone who wants to give this a go lol 😂

[cometomore]

1000001 ways to procrastinate