#jonathan toews/brent seabrook

[distressednoise]

There’s no good way to say “there was a network outage at work so I spent all afternoon stewing about bb!jonny and brent seabrook: kink bodyguard” BUT that is who i am and what i did so...

(warnings for terrible bdsm practices, under-negotiated kink, large doe-eyed idiots in love)

seabs thinks jonny is great, really, but if you look up gullible in the dictionary the kid’s picture’s right there, so when he learns that jonny has been having some fairly kink-heavy hookups with guys every time they go on the road, he’s Concerned.

“It’s fine,” says jonny. “they don’t know who I am :) I never bring them round the hotel :) I don’t tell people about it :) it’s secret :)”. And seabs, who has a sudden vision of himself explaining to jonny’s weeping mother exactly why no-one knows where her missing son is, says, “show me.“

So that’s how seabs becomes jonny’s second sex opinion. He has to wheedle jonny about it at first, joke about how jonny probably doesn’t want to show him his matches because can’t get anyone decent-looking, says it’s ok if jonny doesn’t feel mature enough to talk this through like adults (jonny’s so mad at that one he gets a tic in his cheek), but soon enough jonny’s presenting seabs with profiles to approve, telling seabs what these guys are into, nodding concernedly when seabs says he shouldn’t risk a certain thing during the season, happily agreeing. 

Which is already bizarre jonny behaviour, but seabs guesses he hasn’t had anyone to talk to about this stuff. it’s fine. until they’re getting toward the end of the season and there’s a long homestand and jonny’s clearly getting antsy, snappish and easily riled in a way seabs thought they were mostly over, until eventually jonny ducks into brent’s room one night when they’re home in chicago and says, “do you uh. want to come to a place.” 

‘a place’ turns out to be a BDSM club and seabs’ job turns out to be helping jonny pick someone to hook up with, a sentence so bizarre that the only reason seabs doesn’t freak out is because then the midwest’s most guileless resident would be making large, desperate eyes at these people unsupervised. He talks to a few guys and nudges jonny toward a couple who don’t seem too hardcore, and once jonny is safely paired off he goes home to sleep. 

He doesn’t sleep. He might not even blink. And when jonny gets home at ass o’clock in the morning he tells him immediately, “don’t do that again. you should bring them here. it’s safer.”

which jonny does. and seabs circles them warily before disappearing upstairs, where the first floor does nothing to stop the sounds from the basement reaching him. jonny’s getting hit. jonny’s enjoying getting hit. brent would not say he is enjoying jonny getting hit, but he is also jerking off, so. jury’s out on that one. 

the first time he manages to wait until the guy goes home, but after that he finds himself drifting downstairs earlier, listening closer, prowling outside the door to make sure jonny’s ok when whoever leaves. and jonny is always ok, pink and pleased and cheerful in a way that makes seabs FURIOUS for some reason. why are these people getting to see all this. how dare they see this and leave. how DARE they duck out before anything happens because “your roommate is way intense” and “this is just really weird” and NOT leave seabs his nice pile of Pleasant Jonny to enjoy? do they not know the deal????

It’s at this point seabs realises he needs to have a word with himself, because there is no deal. it’s also at this point that jonny says, “you could look, if you want”, and the next time someone comes over jonny gently takes seabs by the hand, looking pleased, and seabs watches this take a belt to jonny and seethes about it, then watches jonny gesture him over and tilt his head up so seabs can come on his soft, slack face and well. WELL. maybe there’s been a deal going on for quite some time. this wouldn’t feel so satisfying otherwise.

“we’re not going to do that again,” he says, after whoever is gone and he’s alone with his lap full of miraculously relaxed toews. “i know” jonny says. “you need any more of that you come to me,” he says, and jonny says “yeah, i know”, like’s he’s been doing that for a while. “you’re gonna look after me.” and seabs rubs along the long, smooth planes of jonny’s back, and then the lines of bruises on them, and thinks yeah, he is. 

[toewsie19]

it was a year ago today that i started becoming extremely obsessed with the hawks. since it’s also the year anniversary of the eras tour, here’s a poster to commemorate!

[puckingdisaster]

Long Live - Taylor Swift

[marnie-mouse]

Wow, I hope the Reaper comes to get me soon, I truly do not like living in this timeline. I'm dying, ok?

😭😭😭

[kenziekugler22]

End of an era

[aenwoedbeannaa]

chicago blackhaws + favorite goals

brent seabrook OT series winning goal | detroit red wings @ chicago blackhawks | 05/29/13

[1988pucks]

The boys.

[luxnowell]

[seabsbiscuit]

Okay but imagine having a little angry Coach Q on your shoulder who yells "GO TELL HIM TO FUCK OFF !!!" everytime someone pisses you off.

[chanelfunnell]

Blackhawk fighting for a charity

Forget Jonathan Toews, Captain Serious and Furious dropping his gloves off and banging his stick around. Yelling on the men inzebra design jerseys and his comrades. He has lived with a fighter Reese Johnson one time in his apartment like he has been a lodger of Brent Seabrook ages ago. Charity starts at home, guys, from positive experience and goodwill you speed positive advice, similar helpful help and goodwill

Better use it as a sport activity than fighting in the streets of Windy City.

[distressednoise]

WIP ask meme

I got tagged in this by sweet summer child @notasapleasure, who has not yet realised that rather than ever "finishing" "fic" I just endlessly rearrange outlines in gdocs and resent myself.

Most of the things I laughingly call WIPs are about a hockey pairing that peaked ten years ago, because I am current and cool and fun, BUT let's say these the two (brassian in the balerics, 197 cabin fic) are real and will be written haha

I am bad at tagging but if you have read any of this please consider yourself tagged! I am ALWAYS down to have a sneak peek of a WIP and do some cheerleading, and also to explain the fics I will not write at great length, so feel free to comment, ask, etc etc etc

Veo Veo (aka the Brassian Magaluf AU, because Cassian is a terrible tourist in every timeline)

So this is a scene from after we meet Cinta and Vel, who are having a far more functional holiday romance than Cassian could ever conscience, and I will probably ditch this version of it for one with different geography and fewer references to masturbating over the queen.

Rich people don’t have any fucking manners, Brasso thinks, as the noises from the bedroom pick up. Or any fucking fears. Vel and Cinta are in there having sex, in front of each and every one of Pegla’s nan’s crocheted donkeys, even the French one whose eyes follow you round the room.

“Are they having sex?” Cassian asks. “They’re having sex.” He’s skinning up, compressing the last of Vel’s weed into one of his tight, neat little joints. 

“Bit rude.”

Cassian shrugs, lights, inhales, exhales on a laugh when one of the girls swears. “At least they’re paying the tax,” he points out, taking another hit and then handing the joint over to Brasso. Cassian’s fingers are blunt and thick and bitten-nailed and have no business producing the kind of neurotically compacted, weirdly uniform joints he always rolls. They look too small for his hands. They look lost in Brasso’s, who finds himself holding the joint with slow, exaggerated carefulness and thinking maybe he’s smoked enough already.  But then there’s a high, thin noise from the other room, and perhaps he hasn’t.

He inhales and lets himself slide down to the floor, eyes closed, and tries to astral project into a universe where he regularly said things like no Cassian and that’s not my problem Cassian, rather than this one, where he has to say - 

“If you’re wanking when I open my eyes I will punch you.”

“No you won’t.”

“It’s grim, Cass.”

“They started it! If we’re all having sex - ”

“We're clearly not.”

“And whose fault is that?”

"The one who said we should talk to the lesbians, probably." Brasso doesn't let himself think about Cassian's reaction to that bit of news, the way he'd leant heavily back into their booth, somehow managed to find his way under Brasso's arm. It didn't mean anything. “You can’t rub one out behind the door like some kind of grubby -”

“I’m not anywhere near the door.” Cassian kicks at his ankle, hooks a leg over Brasso’s. He’s made it to the floor too, then. “I can’t even see it.” Shuffling, clinking. Not the sounds of a man not preparing help himself out. “All I’ve got is you and the queen.”

“As long as you come on the right one,” Brasso mutters. Things next door have really hit their stride, if the knocking is anything to go by. “This is grim.”

“Queen’s loving it.” Brasso cracks open one eye to reassure himself that the china plate with the queen’s face on it remains a safe distance away and instead sees Cassian, hand on his dick and eyes firmly on. Well. The only other person there.

the amount of work is the same (aka the endless Brent Seabrook/Jonathan Toews/Jonathan Toews' collection of chronic illnesses fic)

This would probably be the opening, if I ever actually finished anything!

The summer he was 21, Jonny spent most of his time feeling sickly and tired, drooping miserably along his friends’ lakeside properties and fidgeting his way around the decks of their newly tricked-out fishing boats, too wired to sit still and too tired to sleep, until Seabs had eventually snapped and railed him into unconsciousness during an otherwise disappointing fishing trip on Lake Comox. 

The thing with Seabs had turned out to be a bright spot in a confusingly miserable year; one during which he was handed everything he’d ever wanted and while somehow feeling the worst he’d ever felt.

It was shocking, really, how little things had changed. 

He owned the boat now, he supposed. They were on a different lake. But Seabs was still an excellent fuck and Jonny’s body was still a traitorous sack of shit, and -

He felt the sharp red sting of the slap before he even registered that Seabs had moved. 

“I’m not doing this on my own, Jonny,” Seabs said, squeezing almost painfully at Jonny’s dick. “Get your fucking head in the game.” 

So Jonny blinked his eyes open, focused on Seabs’ face, inches from his and so intent he looked furious, and let Seabs hook two fingers into his mouth and jerk his chin down so he could see between them to where Seabs’ hand was wrapped around both their cocks. 

“Wander off again and you’ll regret it,” Seabs told him, and Jonny, stuck between the promise of feeling anything and the horror of letting yet another person down, bit down on Seabs’ fingers and came. 

That still worked, at least.

[siengeethings]

It’s cliché to say it’s the end of an era. It’s also almost comical, given we said that when Joel Quenneville was fired, when Brent Seabrook retired, when Duncan Keith was traded to Edmonton, when Kane was sent to New York. But this feels different. On Wednesday night, the Penguins were eliminated from playoff contention, marking the first time since 2006 that neither Alex Ovechkin nor Sidney Crosby will be in the postseason — a remarkable run that spanned the entire rise, reign and ruin of the Blackhawks’ golden age. The next morning, we learned Toews’ career in Chicago was over. Welcome to the Connor McDavid and Auston Matthews era. Life comes at you fast.

[ao3feed-hockey]

Are You With That?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/CecY8G6

by lxcatherine

An indulgent 1988 rookie fic

Words: 11728, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Patrick Kane, Jonathan Toews, Duncan Keith, Brent Seabrook, Patrick Sharp

Relationships: Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews

Additional Tags: Rookies, First Kiss, Slow Burn, Somewhat, is 11k words slowburn?, to me it is, Internalized Homophobia, era typical

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/CecY8G6

[idknhlstuff]

Jonny's boys

[kikiskeysgame]

Jonathan Toews being honored tonight for his 1,000th NHL career game last week by his family, current and former alternate captains

[snekjin]

some Blackhawks Olympic rivalries for anon (x)