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just over here drowning in my seabs feels after reading this article, especially this quote
"When Brent Seabrook talks to players, it's a little different than a coach or one of us from the management group," Hockey Canada executive Scott Salmond said. "A guy who can really settle players down and talk to them from a different perspective."
we all know how good seabs is at settling jonny down 😌😌😌
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I am not usually a particularly omegaverse person (I like it well enough but have never written it) but I woke up this morning with absolute brain worms over a scenario i can only describe as “jonathan toews: log cabin omega” or possibly “jonathan toews is the most pick me omega of all time”
If you were to ask jonathan toews at 17, he’d say actually there isn't a problem with the league's attitude toward omegas and it isn't harder to play on suppressants and you can be the first omega captain of an NHL team by 25 as per your elaborate personal vision board. He’s given many interviews on the subject, both to teams - even the Habs’ coaching team, who tried the stupid pheromone rag trick at the combine - and to matchmakers, who are helping him find someone suitable to settle down with.
Sure, suitable means older and dull and often slightly leery, but being part of a stable bond with someone who can take care of his dynamic needs will make him more appealing to the league, and jonny is going to be on suppressants while he plays anyway, and by the time he retires, surely he and whoever the agency find will have come to some kind of arrangement.
TJ may say that sounds like a lifetime of drudgery and loneliness, but TJ doesn’t even have a vision board, so.
Everything will be fine.
Except when jonathan toews is 18, he goes to the draft and accidentally bonds with one of chicago’s defencemen the night before he’s supposed to go to pittsburgh, and it suddenly becomes apparent that the veil of acceptance is very, very thin.
Jonny was so perfect for so long and his one moment of madness - his one last fling before he was going to drop out of college and get his bond of convenience - and he’s fucking flash bonded, and when he tries to leave the draft without seabs, whose full name he now realises he doesn’t know, he has a shameful panicky meltdown and his alpha - oh jesus, what the fuck - has to be fetched to help him.
“This is exactly why we don’t have your sort in the league,“ say a lot of people who were previously very keen to draft jonny, who is sent back to college in disgrace. It’s awful now - he was in a pretty good position before, allowed to do what he wanted, but now he’s been relegated to the omega-only dorm and has a curfew of all things. The pastoral team tell him isolation should make the bond fade faster while the athletic department clearly feel he just needs a good dicking down from literally anyone. Meanwhile seabs is sending him these soppy emails about bringing him to chicago and having him play there, how much he misses jonny, how they’re trying to close the bond off at his end and it’s not working, but seabs seems happy about this. like this bullshit is something he wants.
after a semester of misery he goes to a bond clinic to try and help things along. It doesn't work, partly because his brother sneaks him a phone and he spends all his time texting seabs. Seabs has a picture of himself standing next to the stanley cup as a boy, and he has slotted jonny's picture next to it. He sends a picture of this craft project to jonny with the caption "boom. Board complete." jonny stares at it until the clinic staff find his phone and take it away, at which point he thinks fuck it, and skips out during David’s next visit, planning on showing up in chicago and demanding they give him staal’s spot and seabs and everything else he wants, because fuck them he hasn’t changed, and they’d have taken him if they could and they know it.
...something something they live happily ever after, there is a scene where secret omega patrice bergeron tries to teach jonny the subtle art of lying well, seabs is besotted and simply thinks jonny should be handed everything he wants immediately, how dare you say he “lacks impulse control” and “isn’t leadership material”, seabs would have punched out that guy and judy’s tavern too (”stop bringing that up,” jonny grits out for the fifth time)
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10/10/2007
Happy 15 years to Jonny's first NHL goal - in his first NHL game, on his first SOG.
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Spending my lunch break thinking about 1988 rookies to lovers to exes to teammates finding themselves thrust together again as they're The Last, struggling with everything that was between them, the team and the city, trying to reconcile how Nothing Good Lasts Forever (be it their relationship or them being on the Hawks, possibly their hockey careers). They had grown apart but now they're forced back together by circumstance much like in the beginning of their relationship, their lives too parallel to separate.
Because really, who else on the team can relate what it means, to suddenly stand before this decision and all it encompasses? Seabs and Sharpy retired as Hawks on their own terms (trades aside), Hoss and Shawzy forced out by injury, Duncs leaving for family reasons that Jonny can't begrudge. None of them have been here, at this fork, holding their destiny in their hands and yet having no choice at all.
"You good?" Pat asks, bumping his shoulder into Jonny's.
"Haven't felt good since 2019," Jonny mutters. It falls flat as a joke, even with Jonny's dry humor. "Sorry." He rubs across his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah." Pat doesn't smile, and this right here, this is why they're "Kane and Toews" again, for the last time of their careers. They haven't talked, haven't been close in forever, but suddenly Jonny wants to share a hotel room again just so he doesn't have to lie in bed alone at night, the world closing in until the room feels too small to hold an ounce of oxygen.
Sometimes even one day at a time seems too insurmountable a task.
"I'm Pat."
"Jonny." The handshake is dry but firm. "Nice to meet you."
Pat had known, of course, who Jonny was, the quiet but explosive kid from Manitoba, third overall in 2006, spent another year at UND.
"You planning to stay up?" Jonny had asked at the end of their first day of training camp, teeth white and sharp in his grin, and Pat had huffed, annoyed. Who did this guy think he was?
"Yeah." No time to show weakness, or doubt.
Jonny nodded, a short sharp jerk of his head, like he believed Pat. Like it was their decision to make. "See you there."
~
They had both stayed up, of course, Pat fueled by a desperate desire to show everyone that he could do it, that he belonged. The Hawks had picked him first overall and they hadn't picked wrong. He'd wanted to show the coaches, the staff, the reporters crowding into his stall every game asking about every turnover and mistimed pass, wanted to prove his family right and all his naysayers wrong, and maybe somewhere, a little bit, show Jonny.
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They've got nothing left to prove to each other now. They tried to make a run of it and failed, shouting matches that somewhere turned from harmless arguments to barbs stuck deep under each other's skin, hitting where it hurts, their ammunition enough to sink each other whole until Pat had finally called it quits. Jonny had hated him then for giving up, hated himself for driving Pat away, hated everything, out of his mind with rage.
It had all gone to shit in other ways after '15, years and years of mediocrity that Jonny can't help but wonder. What if he'd been better? Nothing had clicked like 2010, all of them too dumb and young to know what they had at the time. It worked again twice after that, but ever since Panarin left keeping the team together had felt like trying to hold quicksand in his palms, Pat a million miles away and yet putting the team on his shoulders on the ice in ways that Jonny never could. He'd always been the one to hold the fort down in the room, or maybe that was Seabs really, everything worse after Seabs' hips had finally given out, maybe Jonny had just been deluding himself.
Jonny barely knows anyone in the locker room, and what's worse, he barely likes any of the guys that have come in to replace the last good pieces they had, Jonny still too bitter to give anyone a proper chance.
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"We had a good run," Pat says, and Jonny wants to shout in his face 'no, fuck that, we didn't. We could've been so much more.'
He wants a do-over, a second chance, the last six years of his life back. And maybe then Jonny could show everyone, could show Pat that he's better than this, that there's another way.
But the truth is, he isn't. Everyone knows Pat's the superior player.
They used to be Kane and Toews.
Kane and Toews
Kane and Toews
Kane and Toews
Kane
#this turned darker and in a different direction that I intended when I set out#story of my life#angst#unhappy ending#neb writes#1988#life can't hurt me if i break my own heart first#hockey husbands#jonathan toews#patrick kane#chicago blackhawks#hockey baby
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#I’m picturing his hands placed firmly on his hips #just Jonny doing a vibe check
this image is everything!! scrunching his nose, feeling the air: “Kaner! bring me my crystals from my bag! the vibes are off 😤”
YES. he would be so aghast at the energy in the room, Seabs doesn’t have the heart to tell him he might be the issue. Kaner doesn’t get to the fast enough, bc Jonny’s water bottles are on top of them in his bag. BUT DONT WORRY. duncs just tosses some in Jonny’s direction.
“They’re for my voodoo, but they should do the trick.” The team doesn’t even bat an eye.
#bagelhagel#Jonny vibes#Jonny cannot pick up a vibe to save his life#also a Jonny nose scrunch is *chefs kiss*#I don’t care if it’s out of joy or annoyance🥹
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Honoring his Round 2 hat trick against the Canucks (2010/2020)
#19#2020#the hat for the hat trick#the lil nip#every time i see jonny i'm just like.........................#..................... i love him#....................... so much#also not to start shit but seabs got a goal on his bobblehead night so.....................#i'm rooting for you b*tch
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thanks to @cbhlatebloomer‘s friend for allowing me to post her pics of her daughter (i cropped her face out) getting autographs from patrick, jonny and seabs! from yesterday, after the exit interviews.
#patrick kane#lil peekaboo#jonathan toews#captain delicious#brent seabrook#seabs#peeks with tiny humans#hockey boys with tiny humans#oh this is so cute#love seeing them with kids#jonny looks so soft!
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everyday i live as a hawks fan
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Patrick:*does something stupid*
Seabs to Jonny: Are you sure you want this one?
Jonny:*sighs* Yes, I want him
#kazer#kane and toews#1988#hockey husbands#patrick kane#jonathan toews#hockey#chicago blackhawks#hockey players#nhl blackhawks#nhl hockey players#tazer#kaner#incorrect nhl quotes#incorrect hockey quotes
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floating out to wonderland by cherryvanilla
brent seabrook/jonathan toews (hawks) | 19k | explicit
Johnny never has unprotected sex, but he's still on the pill because he loves what it does for his skin. Cleared up his acne right away when he was a teenager. Seabs calls him a vain motherfucker; Johnny tells him he wishes he had skin this good.
Which is when it all clicks into place, his mouth dropping open even as he distantly hears the doctor taking about the pill being only 97% effective and additional protection is always warranted if he isn't actively trying and...
Brent.
Protection.
They… hadn't. Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
rec comments: I fully blame @jonny-toews for sending me down the rabbit hole of seabs/jonny fics and this one was my fave. It's angsty, romantic, a little soft, and jonny's perfectly in character. - @tysonbaerrie
read on ao3
#brent seabrook x jonathan toews#brent seabrook#jonathan toews#hockey rpf#fic rec#hawks#10k to 30k#mpreg#sarah#non hockey au
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what if jonny wanted to try subbing for the first time, so he arranged it carefully with someone he met online. and he vetted the guy, and it turned out they actually got along pretty well, so now he goes back to him when he needs some relief, needs to not feel the weight of the world on his shoulders for just a few hours.
they work up to some more intense play time, with jonny getting tied up in various positions, bound and gagged, and he enjoys all of it, until the impact play.
he wants to like it, feels like he should like it- he's a big, strong hockey player who gets knocked around for a living, taking a few spanks with a glorified ping-pong paddle should barely even register for him, but something about it burns in the wrong way, makes his skin feel tight and his heart beat frantically in his chest.
he's trying to safeword, and he gets louder than he means to, driven there with fear and uncertainty, and apparently a neighbor heard him yelling, because the next thing jonny knows, the apartment he's in is getting raided, the door kicked down as police swarm in.
jonny's dom is loudly trying to explain things while he's getting put in handcuffs, but no one is listening, and jonny's brain just refuses to handle what's happening as he plummets into subdrop.
and of the course the cops have no idea what's wrong, think he's been drugged or he's in shock, so they cut him out of the bonds he's in, load him into an ambulance and suddenly he's surrounded by even more people he doesn't know, in the cramped back of an ambulance speeding down lakeshore drive with the high-pitched sirens loud and disorienting in his ears.
he's taken to the emergency department, with the paramedics yelling that they think he's in shock, and everything is happening so quickly, and he curls into himself more, barely understanding what's being said above his head.
he's nauseous and shivering through a cold sweat, head throbbing, wrists burning where he was straining against the ropes and he can't even open his eyes against the harsh light of the hospital room.
and then, there's a warm hand on the back of his neck, firm.
"you're doing really well," a voice says, and it's so solid and steady that he relaxes on instinct. "that's right, just listen to my voice," and jonny does. there's a hand on his wrists now, too, just holding them gently, and jonny feels safe for the first time since he got to the apartment tonight.
"i think you're dropping," the voice says, and jonny nods his agreement. "we're going to get everyone out of here except for me, ok? going to get you some juice and then you're just going to lay here and breathe for me, nice and steady, just like you're doing."
the voice is warming him up from the inside, and jonny uncurls a bit, opens his eyes to meet the gaze of the man standing next to him.
"there you go, good boy," the man says with a smile. "my name's dr. seabrook, but you can call me brent."
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Having read that latest athletic piece, I'm absolutely hung up on the idea of an AU where jonny never became the baby captain of Chicago.
Management took one look at this kid who was brilliant but so moody, so bad at dealing with highs and lows, so quick to complain and berate people, and said nah, give it to hossa. And then give it to Seabs. But don't give it to jonny, he'd be insufferable.
And jonny is quietly crushed about it, because he was supposed to be the captain! Everyone always told him he would be! And maybe the disappointment makes him cagey and he's not as close with the others as he would otherwise be. It pisses him off to seabs walking round their house with a letter. Winning helps, but he can't help but feel a little cheated out of what he was promised, even if noone on the hawks actually promised it.
But now everyone else is gone and jonny is the last man (barely) standing, with his unreliable lungs and his newfound perspective, and management are like hey. We think you'd be good at steering these kids through a rebuild. We like this new 'one day at a time' you, they're gonna need that as the rebuild gets long.
And jonny goes at it with his usual determination. He's absolutely set on being the most positive person with the best advice and 100% percent encouragement and accountability and urgh, Jesus, this is hard.
At some point during the skid he calls seabs (He's maybe a little buzzed) and says, "I was kind of a dick to you."
Seabs laughs. "Welcome to middle management," he says. "And yeah, you fucking were," but he doesn't sound pissy about it. He's actually pretty understanding about the whole thing, and jonny ends up calling him more and more as the season falls apart around him and his good cheer threatens to wear thin.
And then I want a 90s LDR "we fell in love over the phone" romcom about them that ends with jonny flying back to winnipeg in the summer and seabs surprising him at the airport. They go off to jonny's cabin together - jonny was maybe going to have a few days to decompress before his family showed up - but instead he and seabs awkwardly circle each other for a couple of days until seabs is like, "did I misread this?" and jonny is like, "we are not doing this on the boat" but they ARE, because it's the only way he can't DODGE THE QUESTION, that question being ARE WE GOING TO MAKE OUT NOW and the answer being "so vigorously we fall out of the boat NEVER TELL ANYONE"
#jonny/seabs#i just want all the 197 cabin fics#and all the jonny angst#and as many gentle bear paw pats on the head as he can stand
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all I could think of after reading this: „Imagine seabsie officially dubbing baby Jonny "Tazer"
I AM ACTUALLY LEGITMATELY LAUGHING OUT LOUD
But YES THIS HERE IS KING SEABS WHO JUST PRESIDED OVER THE DUBBING CEREMONY FOR "TAZER"
#Anyway I don't wanna say anything abt Jonny kneeling for men#Especially men taller than him#But...#(oops that autocorrected to bi)#(my phone knows me so well)#Toewsy#Ask
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"So," Sharpy says, hand on Jonny's thigh, just those couple centimeters too high.
Jonny takes another sip of whiskey, lets the liquid sit in his mouth until the flavor of smoke coats the back of it, wood chips and pears filling his nostrils. Good stuff for good friends. "So."
Sharpy's smile gains an edge, dangerous and pleased. He always did like the game. And unlike Seabs, whose voice is always tinny over the facetime connection, Sharpy is real and here, a warm weight against Jonny's side.
It's late, Jonny's tired. His bones ache in that way that makes him feel old beyond his years, the times when he could absorb a hit and not even feel it later long behind him. These days the tiredness clings to him like a shroud, like a thick fog he has to wade through, too easy to lose himself in it. It's only October.
Sharpy's hand tightens on Jonny's leg. "For old times' sake?"
Jonny's knees pop when he stands, just another reminder that they aren't twenty anymore. But Sharpy's hair is still thick and his eyes still muster Jonny with the same mix of challenge and promise, like they did back then, when Sharpy staying after dinner wasn't a rare occurrence yet.
"You know the way," Jonny says, clapping Sharpy on the back, lets his hand linger a second longer than strictly necessary. "Or are you old enough to have forgotten it?"
"I'll show you old," Sharpy mutters, mock-affronted, but Jonny's answering laugh is real. It earns him a glance over Sharpy's shoulder, a split-second appraisal, eyes fond but voice exasperated as he shakes his head. "Just for that I'm putting you on your knees, boy."
It's baseless threats, easy banter, Jonny's knees definitely not made for that anymore, but something pulls tight in Jonny's gut nonetheless, a first spark of arousal. "Promises, promises."
"Don't worry, Jon." Sharpy turns around, quick enough that Jonny almost barrels into him. Sharpy's chest is right there. Jonny resists the temptation to rest his hands on it. "We'll find a better use for your mouth than all this talk."
The heat in Jonny's stomach ratchets up a notch, Sharpy close enough that Jonny can smell his aftershave, see the small cut where he must've nicked himself with the razor this morning.
"I can definitely think of one."
There's lines on Sharpy's face that didn't use to be there, both of them with a couple more scars and aches and grey hairs than the last time they did this, but Sharpy's gasp when Jonny slots their mouths together--that first sharp intake of breath like he didn't think Jonny would take him up on his dare, like he's surprised anew every time that Jonny wants this for real--that's old and familiar.
One of them will remember the way to Jonny's bedroom sooner or later, but Jonny's in no particular rush to get there. They may be old, but they've got time.
#jonnysharpy#neb writes#jonathan toews#patrick sharp#i blame distressednoise for this 😘#hockey hookups#hockey baby#fanfic#it's a rarepair baby just say yes
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Tag 9 people you want to get to know better
I was tagged by that wonderful @saucerfulofsins Thanks Nate!
Three ships: I pretty much exclusively read 1988. The grip they have on me is so strong 😩. I do dabble in Jonny/Seabs or some Brad/Nate (GK) if I wanna switch it up.
First ever ship: My mom was OBSESSED with soap operas when I was growing up, there was A LOT of General Hospital and All My Children in my 10 yr old brain. On August 17 2007 my shipping life was changed when Luke Snyder and Noah Mayer kissed on As The World Turns. I needed to consume and know everything and anything about them. That’s how I found LJ and AO3 and I’ve never looked back. Special shout-out to Jack/Ennis though. They really really were my first exposure to everything.
Last Song: okay so technically it was Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit, but the song before that was Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen. #consistency.
Last Movie: I can’t tell you guys the last movie I watched. I have the attention span of a goldfish. BUT. I have been watching Kaleidoscope and Love After Lockup. The latter is better.
Currently reading: I have a million and 1 audible credits so I’m trying to find new things to listen to. If anyone has any romance recs please drop them my way! I did just download a book called A Place Called Water. The authors name is Patrick and, the main character is Harry Kane, and he falls in love with a Canadian. You cannot convince me that this isn’t one of my favorite 1988 fics come to life.
Currently consuming: Water. So much water. Cutting soda out of my diet is hard but necessary 😭
Currently craving: these wonderful wonderful Oreo filled cookies I saw. I need them in my life.
I’ll tag @morgaroooo @dixie12 and @distressednoise but obviously no pressure!
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Why am I kind of in love with an au of bower where Patrick doesn’t tell Jonny the baby is his until after he’s born, but because Jack looks exactly like Jonny lowkey everyone is like 👀... anything you wanna tell us Tazer, but Jonny who has never done anything but take patrick at his word but is still basically acting like a father because it’s Patrick and it’s his baby and being there 24/7 is what buddies do is just like. wow. so Patrick’s type is almost identical to me. but not me. huh I refuse to process that. anyway is it still buddies if I insist on coming to every appointment with the paediatrician? yeah. friends do that.
l;skdfjsdl;fkjsdf "YEAH. FRIENDS DO THAT."
oh man and the angst potential of "so patrick's type is almost identical to me. but not me. huh i refuse to process that." like jonny just pining away but refusing to acknowledge that he's pining. he's moved on! he's going to go on a date any day now! he's just supporting his bud!
also because jack's a patrick lookalike but the other kids are jonny carbon copies, now i'm thinking about this but patrick goes into heat and bangs jonny AGAIN and conceives sadie and she's born and maybe patrick /also/ doesn't tell jonny that this baby's his? and jonny, bless his himbo soul, believes him. and then suddenly there are TWO babies, one of which looks lowkey exactly like jonny. and maybe seabs finally convinces jonny to at least consider what that might mean and jonny's like "are you saying... one of patrick's kids is mine?" and seabs is just like oh god bud okay let's go back to square one.
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