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[ablackhawkssummer]

The summer is at an end and so is the fest! Thank you so much to every participants and all the fanworks they’ve created. Hopefully, the offseason has been a little bit less long and painful because of them. And thank you for all the support! Fingers and toes crossed for the upcoming season! <3

FICS

a bulletproof bond, by thirteentorafters

greenhouse effect, by allthebros

if you like pina coladas, by coffeekristin

no capes, by sorrylatenew

somebody to love, by thalassicthedes

summer changes, by coffeekristin

you gave me home and I lost myself, by caivallon

cabin!AU (with graphic), by @miss-malheur​​

cabin!fic, by @allthebros

break up/make up verse part 3, by @allthebros

high school sweethearts (with graphic), by @peeksandhiscaptain

slow dancing (with graphic), by @peeksandhiscaptain

tennis!AU (with graphic), by @clayisforgirlsfic​

tomb raider!AU (with graphic), by @cuddlefighter​​

GRAPHICS

27 dresses tuxes!AU (with blurb), by @namesintherafters​

all through the night (with blurb), by @allthebros

baseball!AU (with blurb), by @peeksandhiscaptain

beekeeper!AU (with blurb), by @allthebros

bouldering!AU, @namesintherafters

by the pool (with blurb), by @allthebros

cabin!AU (with fic), by @miss-malheur

drown me sweetly (with fic), by @miss-malheur

enchanted garden (with blurb), by @allthebros

fired up!AU (with blurb), by @namesintherafters

formula one!AU (with blurb), by @miss-malheur​

give me your heart (with blurb), by @miss-malheur​

high school sweethearts (with fic), by @peeksandhiscaptain

holiday in santorini!AU, by @namesintherafters

mermaid!AU teaser (with song), by @miss-malheur​

miami vacation (with blurb), by @allthebros

midsummer night’s dream!AU, by @cuddlefighter​

prof!Jonny!AU (with blurb), by @peeksandhiscaptain

ricochet, by @miss-malheur​

slow dancing (with fic), by @peeksandhiscaptain

summer camp!AU (with blurb), by @allthebros

surf!AU (with blurb), by @allthebros 

tennis!AU (with fic), by @clayisforgirlsfic

tomb raider!AU (with fic), by @cuddlefighter

world cup!AU, @namesintherafters​

you gave me home and I lost myself (with fic), by @miss-malheur​

FANMIXES

all through the night, by @miss-malheur​

all through the night (dark), by @miss-malheur​

roadtrip mix, by @peeksandhiscaptain

(please message if you see any mistakes or if something is missing!) 

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a 1988 graphic: | trope/theme: summer school [prof!jonny au]

Blackhawks Summer Fest

Patrick blames everything on Sharpie. As is right and proper.

After reading an article praising Pat’s gift with statistics in general and hockey statistics in particular, Sharpie had jokingly remarked that this didn’t actually mean Pat was smart.

And look. Pat knows (he KNOWS) that Sharpie was just being a dick and didn’t actually mean it. But it still made Pat wonder. He hadn’t gone to college, and while he hadn’t been a bad student in high school, it was pretty obvious that his grades weren’t his top priority. And Pat has never been one of those people that thinks the only way to succeed in life is through college.

Obviously.

So it shouldn’t bother him. Right?

While Pat sits in his stall thinking these thoughts, he hears Brinksy pipe up in agreement with Sharpie (which, wtf, the kid is barely out of high school, the traitor). Because he plays on a team of assholes, it rapidly gets worse from there. And because Pat is an idiot, the next thing he knows, he’s accepted a bet from everyone in the locker room.

Well shit.

**********

So it turns out all he has to do is pass a college course. Awesome. It can’t have anything to do with statistics and/or sports. Less awesome.

After quickly glancing through the pass/fail class options at the University of Chicago, he’s narrowed down his choices. Anything science related is out (he’s too squeamish ; so is literature (he loves reading, but not actually, like, thinking about what he’s reading), and the only fun part of math is statistics.

He pauses once he gets to the list of history classes. High school history was fairly boring. Okay, that’s when he took a nap so he was rested for practice. Don’t judge. But most of the stuff he was awake for was kinda interesting. He skims the list, frowning at the options. There wasn’t much to choose from considering it was the summer term, but one caught his eye: “Canada: From Colony To World Player”.

Well. At least Canada has hockey.

Going back up to the registration desk, he points out the class he wants. The registrar (a petite woman named Ginger old enough to be his great great grandmother) grins. “Oh sweetie, you’re gonna have fun with this one. He’s a treasure.”

Pat glances to where Ginger’s pointing in the catalog.

Instructor: J. Toews.

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a 1988 graphic: | trope/theme: stuck inside [high school sweethearts]

Blackhawks Summer Fest

David gives them the scrapbook (“Dude. A single page doesn’t make a scrapbook.” “Shut up, jerkface.”) for their wedding. Summer of course, because hockey.

Pat blushes when he sees the pictures of he and Jonny in bed together. Nothing is showing of course, but he’s still mortified thinking about their family walking in on them when they were teenagers.

Wait. Holy shit, they’re married. Jonny’s family is officially his family. (“Baby, they’ve been your family since we were seventeen.” “Shut up, jerkface.”)

David grins. “Ah yes. From all the times you thought the two of you were being subtle. Proof that you weren’t.”

Jonny hides his own grin by pressing a kiss to Pat’s temple and pulling him closer.

Pat? Pat’s an adult. So he does what any self respecting adult would do. He sticks his tongue out at his newly official brother.

**********

The summer heat is brutal and even the most devoted of high school athletes have decided to spend the day inside.

Jonny’s curled up with his boyfriend on his bed, Pat’s head on his shoulder while he rereads “Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets” for the millionth time. An errant curl slips down in front of Pat’s eyes, and Jonny grins as Pat refuses to actually move and instead attempts to blow the hair out of his face.

Jonny gives in to the wave of affection in his chest and lifts his own hand to brush the curl out of the way. Pat turns his head to press a kiss to Jonny’s chest in thanks. Jonny shivers at the feeling and gets an idea.

They’ve been laying in bed for hours, Pat reading and Jonny watching a movie. It was relaxing, and comfortable, and Jonny absolutely loves that they do this, just spend time together. But now he’s thinking it’s time for a little…action.

He slips his hand down Pat’s bare back, cupping his ass.

“Jonny, I’m in the middle of a chapter!”

The whine in Pat’s voice is clear, but so is the smile Jonny can feel against his skin and the wiggle Pat makes to push his ass firmly into Jonny’s grip. “So use the bookmark I got you, baby. Isn’t that what it’s for?”

Pat huffs out a laugh, but reaches over Jonny’s body for the “stats nerds do it better” bookmark on the side table. Once he marks his place and sets the book aside, he flops himself down on Jonny’s chest. “Yes, exactly. Someone made that specifically so we could have sex.”

“Thought so.” Jonny’s face is smug (it shouldn’t be attractive, but Pat’s long given up on logic when it comes to this stuff), so Pat simply settles in for a kiss.

It quickly turns wet and dirty, Jonny holding Pat tight against him while Pat shits until he’s straddling Jonny’s thighs. Pat slips his hands into Jonny’s hair and tugs to get Jonny where he wants him. The gentle pressure shoots straight through him and Jonny moans, louder than he planned, pulling away from Pat’s mouth to gasp for air.

Pat immediately shushes him, eyes wide. “Fucking hell, you’re gonna get us caught!”

“Huh? Caught by who at what?” Jonny’s a bit lost, but he’s not sure if it’s from the sudden stoppage of the making out or Pat’s exclamation.

“By your mother, having sex! If your parents find out, we can kiss our never ending sleepover goodbye.”

Yep, Jonny’s still confused. “Peeks. Why do you think they bought me the queen bed for my birthday?”

“Wait, say what now?” Pat’s head is tilted in his own confusion. “You mean…”

“Maman’s not stupid and she’s well aware of the fact that I have less than zero resistance against your everything. She realizes that with you pretty much living here, odds were something was bound to happen if it hadn’t already, and they wanted to make sure we didn’t break anything trying to fit ourselves in a twin. She knows we both got tested and she trusts us.” Jonny pauses and tightens his arms around Pat’s waist. “She…they know you’re it for me.”

Pat’s eyes are suspiciously wet all of a sudden. “Baby…you’re it for me too.” He sniffles a bit and leans down for a brief kiss before gently smacking his hand against Jonny’s hip. “Well, as my forever person, you are hereby bound to tell me important shit like that.”

“In my defense, it never occurred to me that you didn’t know.” Jonny presses another kiss to Pat’s mouth, pulling Pat’s bottom lip between his teeth.

Pat shivers against Jonny’s body, sinking deeper into his arms. “Yeah, well. Whatever.” Jonny snorts in amusement and Pat nips at Jonny’s neck in punishment.

It doesn’t take long for both of them to get lost in all the naked skin in front of them, grateful to be stuck inside to avoid the summer sun outside.

(“Wanna see how loud we can be?” “Shut up, jerkface.”)

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a 1988 summer | vacation (trope bingo: beach) It has everything Jon mentioned in his pitch: ocean, palm trees, pool, cocktails, A/C inside, sunshine outside (strong enough to bake their skin–Patrick’s gonna be burnt in 5 minutes), and long days to do whatever they like. No pressure, no expectations, no deadlines. A quick getaway. A hard-earned reward after a grueling college semester. 

“Not bad, eh?” Jonny says, fumbling with the keycard to their room. “Everything just like I promised.” Patrick watches his back, the muscles shifting under the thin white cotton, and goes for it, the thing he’s been thinking about for hours and days and longer than that, too. Much longer. He drops his duffel and presses himself to Jonny’s back, mouth to the warm soft skin of his shoulder. “This too, yeah?” he says, soft, eyes closed, heart beating hard, with a nervous twist of his stomach and a tightness in his throat. He hears the thump of Jonny’s forehead against the door, the slow, shaky exhale. “Yeah,” Jonny says, and again, “yeah,” stronger with a small, happy laugh at the end of it. Patrick grabs the keycard from him and opens the door, pushes him inside. 

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hockey RPF, Sports RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews Characters: Patrick Kane, Jonathan Toews, Patrick Sharp Additional Tags: First Love, Summer Camp Summary:

This - this was a dance they’d done last year. Turning fifteen had certainly changed things for Patrick, and he was starting to think that sixteen had done the same for Jonny. He’d kissed a few girls this year, but nothing he’d ever felt for them compared to the fireworks in his belly when he thought of kissing Jonny.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hockey RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews Characters: Patrick Kane, Jonathan Toews Summary:

How Jonny ended up at a Jimmy Buffett concert in Chicago in the middle of some sort of summer festival is a long story, and entirely the fault of one Patrick Sharp.

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Thou speak'st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon and make him smile

(Midsummer Night’s Dream AU. Jon is the King of the Faerie, Pat is the trickster spirit for the forest. Inspired by Dominic Dromgoole‘s version of the same play. For @ablackhawkssummer ♥♥♥)

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REMINDER! 

Officially, the Blackhawks Trope Bingo Summer Fest ends in one week on August 31st. HOWEVER, we are extending it for a week so everyone can catch up on their projects. The fest will therefore end on FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 7TH.

There is still time to participate if you want! Check this post to see the rules. 

Another reminder: You are not obligated to participate in the Bingo challenge (or to sign up), you can create any summer-related fanwork (any fanwork--fic, art, graphic, fanvid, fanmix, etc) and tag it with the fest’s tag (#hawks summer fest 2018) or add it to the AO3 collection. 

Check out this blog or the AO3 collection for fanworks already posted as part of the fest! 

Take heart, everyone! The offseason is almost over! :DD

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by ThalassicThedes (50niftiesus)

It’s the 60s in California and Patrick Kane loses his virginity.

Words: 7852, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Hockey RPF

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Patrick Kane, Jonathan Toews

Relationships: Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews

Additional Tags: First Time, Alternate Universe - 1960s, Based on a True Story, summertime

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a 1988 graphic: | trope/theme: summer storms/power outages [slow dancing]

Blackhawks Summer Fest

The power flickers out in their apartment only a few minutes after the long awaited summer storm moves in.

Jonny immediately starts bemoaning the loss of his precious a/c.

Pat chuckles at the bitching while digging in the junk drawer for a flashlight and stumbles on a few candles. He grabs them as well as a lighter also in the dreaded drawer (he really needs to clean it out soon; Jonny keeps throws everything in it, the lazy jerk) and moves back to the couch, smile turning a bit sleazy when he sees Jonny has already striped out of his sweatpants and t-shirt.

Jonny snorts when he sees what’s in Pat’s hands, but when Pat glances over, Jonny’s face is fond, smile soft. “Candles? Are you trying to woo me, Peeks?”

Pat tilts his head, thinks a brilliant thought, then grins. “Maybe. Is it working?” Pat lights the candles easily, placing them on the coffee table. On his way back towards Jonny, he picks his phone and opens his music app.

Jonny makes grabby hands at Pat when he doesn’t immediately curl back up with him. “Be closer when you woo me.”

“Impatient fucker. Hold on a second.” Pat dodges Jonny’s hands, crowing in triumph when he finds the song he’s looking for.

A slow guitar riff moves through the apartment, the only other sounds the storm raging outside. Pat lets Jonny’s hands catch his shirt this time, reaching one of his own out to pull Jonny up with an arm around his waist. Jonny looks confused, but uses Pat’s momentary concentration of maneuvering them around the coffee table to his advantage, sliding his hands under Pat’s shirt and pushing it up in a clear signal to get more naked. Pat cooperates, lifting his arms and letting Jonny pull it off, rolling his eyes when Jonny simply tosses it over the nearby lamp.

Jonny immediates moves closer, plastering himself to Pat’s front, rumbling in pleasure when he feels Pat’s hands skate down his sides and around to the swell of his ass. He shivers when Pat presses a kiss to his jaw.

“Dance with me, baby.”

Just like on the ice, Jonny instinctively trusts Pat to get them where they need to be, letting Pat move his body in a gentle sway to the beat.

| you’re as smooth as tennessee whiskey | you’re as sweet as strawberry wine |

God, Jonny fell in love with such a romantic.

Pat continues moving them around the room, nothing fancy, just simple movements that keep them tucked up against each other. Jonny wraps his arms around Pat’s neck, letting his head drop to Pat’s shoulder. It doesn’t matter that Jonny is five inches taller (“less than three!” “only on your wikipedia page, babe.”), somehow, Jonny fits perfectly here, curled into Pat’s wide frame.

Inside, protected from the storm, they continue to move together, neither noticing that the song has started over, more than content to stay where they are, peacefully in love.

Outside, the storm grows bigger, the wind throwing rain against the windows, thunder rumbling, the city outside dark in the humid August night.

| honey i stayed stoned on your love all the time |

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It’s a couple minutes more of these aimless musings when Jonny registers - he’s rubbing over Patrick’s ring finger, again and again, like he’s sizing him for a ring.

He jerks his finger away like it’s burned, and Patrick stirs again, tilting his face up to Jonny. His eyelashes are splayed out along his cheek, and he’s so beautiful it makes Jonny’s heart ache. Jonny has to turn away and look out at the aisle of the plane, so he doesn’t do something completely stupid like, wake Patrick up and - and what? Beg Patrick to marry him?

It’s completely laughable. Patrick hadn’t even said anything to him about that crazy night Jonny had said he loved him, had just acted as if it never happened. Jonny can play at that game, but he gets it - Patrick doesn’t love him. That’s fine. He just owns Patrick, for this period of time, and only for sex. There is no universe in which Patrick’s going to love the man who bought him for his own pleasure.

That’s perfectly fine with Jonny, and if Patrick’s not going to bring it up, neither will he.

He looks down at their linked hands and, his chest seizing, gently disengages his hand

Inspired by @kanerboo  ‘s gorgeous story “Give me your heart (we’ll make it real)”, especially by the third chapter that is always close to my heart when I’m traveling Italy. Thank you, honey, for allowing me to make this. 

Written for the 1988 trope bingo - traveling abroad. 

(nsfw version under the cut) 

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baseball | summer sports

a 1988 graphic: | trope/theme: summer sports [baseball]

Blackhawks Summer Fest

Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews have spent the last ten years bringing baseball back to Chicago (and no, the White Sox don’t count).

Jonny is monster on the mound, using laser focus to throw strike after strike. Pat has an uncanny ability to crouch behind home plate and read the batter, signaling to Jonny what to pitch. Both of them are hell for any runner trying to steal a base.

So it’s safe to say that they trust each other: through all the ups and downs, win or lose. That trust is important between a pitcher and a catcher, and theirs is solid. It’s built over years of bickering, stealth crying on shoulders, and the knowledge the other person knows all of you and decided to stick around anyway. It’s love, and even if it’s not the kind they want, well, you can’t have everything, and neither of them are going to let pesky feelings of [surely!] unrequited love ruin what they have.

But now, after a decade and their third World Series win, those feelings are less inclined to stay buried.

Luckily for them.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hockey RPF, Sports RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews Characters: Patrick Kane, Jonathan Toews, Patrick Sharp Additional Tags: First Love, Summer Camp Summary:

This - this was a dance they’d done last year. Turning fifteen had certainly changed things for Patrick, and he was starting to think that sixteen had done the same for Jonny. He’d kissed a few girls this year, but nothing he’d ever felt for them compared to the fireworks in his belly when he thought of kissing Jonny.

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No Capes (1988 fic)

New fiiiccccc

Kane/Toews | 3797 words | Teen and Up

Summary: Husbands. Dads. Retired superheroes.

On AO3 HERE

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a 1988 summer | by the pool (trope bingo: pools/swimming) Jonny hates being called ‘pool boy’, easy to see it in the glare he throws Patrick’s way every time he does it. Which means, of course, that he’s not going to stop doing it. Just like he’s not gonna stop fucking him as soon as Jonny’s off the clock. He would do it when he’s on the clock too, but Jonny is a consummate employee and refuses, the big bore–Patrick has to content himself with the view of him cleaning the pool, trimming the hedges, and other fascinating yard work. Not that he’s complaining much, it’s a nice view. 

Patrick whistles when Jonny takes off his shirt and wipes his face with it, trying to hide his smile in the folds. “Fifteen minutes before I suck your cock,” Patrick says, making a show of stretching his body, spreading his legs. “Two hours,” Jonny replies. “I gotta mow the lawn.” The douchebag actually looks smug about it. “You’re killing me, Toews.” Jonny laughs, bright and dorky, and Patrick puts a hand to his stomach, to the jumpy feeling there. Guess coming to his uncle’s swanky villa for the summer wasn’t a bad idea at all. Not at all.  

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Jonny is awake when he returns; clad only in boxers, he’s standing at the kitchen counter, back towards Patrick. Probably watching the coffeemaker with the typical sleepy focus and rapture that usually never fails to make Patrick laugh.

He doesn’t this morning, just smiles to himself while he closes the door as quietly as possible and tiptoes over to the kitchen. Jonny either hasn’t heard over the coughing and gurgling sounds or doesn’t bother to turn around and greet him, too busy to get the old machine to produce his precious drink.

When Patrick presses himself against the warm skin of his back, Jonny flinches, but otherwise shows no surprise.

“Why are you so wet?” He sounds whiny, and Patrick doesn’t even know why he finds it adorable.

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1988 fic: GREENHOUSE EFFECT

mature | 1.9K | non-hockey AU, fuckbuddies, domesticity, heatwave inspired by the picture above trope bingo: heatwave

summary: Patrick hasn’t fucked anyone else in weeks.

(read here on AO3)