Toews/Kane fan fiction is real, it is disturbing, and it's not even well-written.Quote:
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Johnson. I really am, you see, me and my cousin Jake were playing street hockey and this loose puck just got too much air."
The broken glass littered the ground and Pat looked up at the middle aged woman who was frowning and tapping one obnoxiously red high heel.
"You're going to need to get a real job one day, kid. Hockey isn't going to carry you through life." She muttered finally after staring for what seemed like an eternity. "You're not doing your family any good either, Patrick."
Pat nodded and adjusted his wild curls that were half matted to his forehead, "yes, I understand."
Pat didn't understand but he nodded anyways and got grounded later for breaking Mrs. Johnson's window.
~
He was fourteen at hockey practice for his school when he realized that not many people in his small town liked him.
He was breathing hard, his bag slung over one shoulder, water bottle in one hand, and was walking towards his mom for his ride home when all the whispering around the stands stopped.
Pat's eyebrows raised, slightly as he caught the end of one conversation.
"That Kane boy is a mess. It's a shame, really that he's never going to go anywhere if he keeps messing up."
Pat dropped his head slightly and started to wonder why people didn't believe in him as much as his mom did.
~
Patrick let it go by fifteen and just did what he did best — play hockey. Pat was drafted by the London Knights in 2004, ironically being drafted eighty eighth, but the people in his small town still talked trash about him.
They would say, "did you hear about that Kane boy? Heard he got drafted to go to London. Wonder if he'll go make a mess of himself over there."
Pat necessarily never "made a mess of himself" but he didn't quite so his family proud, either. He's always off doing something he's not supposed to be doing like drinking his lungs out with hockey friends or spray painting the Johnson's barn just because there was simply nothing better to do.
Patrick did things recklessly, without thinking and that's why he concluded that's why everyone doesn't believe in him.
He doesn't see anything wrong with it and packs up to go play with the London Knights one foggy Monday morning.
~
Pat skated in small circles practicing his stick handling with Sergei Kostitsyn and Sam Gagner when Sam nudged his shoulder causing him to lose concentration and the puck.
"What?" Pat huffed a little annoyed because at least one person here was trying to become a better player.
"Where do you think you'll go?" Sam asks as he stares at Sergei's back as he chased down a puck. "It's kind of scary to think about."
"You'll be lucky to even go anywhere." Pat rolled his eyes playfully as Sam gently checks him into the boards. "I don't know. I'm fucking good though."
"Yes, I am aware you're good." Sam sighed. "You're being difficult. Do you think you'll go first?"
"Maybe, and I won't be surprised if you come dead last."
~
They make it to the OHL's Western Conference finals and get knocked out by the fucking Plymouth Whalers in a 4-1 ending score.
It fucking sucked, yes, but Pat got ten goals and twenty one assists (a total of thirty one points) in sixteen games so he's not too mad.
It hits him when he's curled up under the hotel's blankets, completely drunk off his face and Sam is droning on about how they're never going to play together.
"You can't think like that, man." Pat's words were heavy and slurred, meaning nothing to Sam.
"But, like we're not. You're going first, there's no questions about it. Me and Sergei, man, I don't know where we are going."
Pat frowns and feels slightly guilty about all the times he's joked about Sam and Sergei going last in the draft.
"Change is good. Change is bound to happen at some point. We'll survive." was what Pat settled for before he was completely knocked out by sleep.
Just like that, a hundred miles per hour to just Sam's thoughts in a millisecond.
it goes on and on and on and fucking ON like this, jesus christ do you have any sense of pacing, let's just get to the part where Toews and Kane get it on:
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"I'm not your best friend." Pat wrinkled his noise in mock disgust.
Jonny rolls over and clambers to his feet, not as gracefully as you'd suspect a hockey player would be, and plops himself right on top of Patrick.
"Get. Off." Pat sighed as he dug his palms into Jonny's stomach and pushed him up.
"No, I'm good."
"No, you're annoying."
Patrick let him stay there anyway.
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Jonny is all over him when they were in their hotel room later that night.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Jonny growls, pinning Pat against the door. Then dropping Pat's wrists and stepping back.
"What are you doi—"
"WE WON A CUP! WE WON A CUP!" Jonny actually starts jumping around, like literally, and pumping his fists into the air. "PAT! WE DID IT! WE BROUGHT HOCKEY BACK TO CHICAGO! WE DID IT!"
"Yeah, we did." Pat smiled and felt his dimples pop out. "We did, didn't we?"
"Pat, I don't know if this is a good time to ask you but would you like to be my boyfriend because I think that would be really fucking cool."
Patrick almost laughs, but he doesn't. "Yeah, Jonny, that would be pretty cool, wouldn't it? Let's do it."
~
Pat is curled up against Jonny's side when Jonny pokes him in his side with a finger.
"Do you think people have stopped treating our team like a joke?" Jonny whispers into the silent room.
"Yeah, Jonny. I think so."
Even Pat had faith in this team he hated a few years ago. He was home.
~
The road back to winning another Cup was exhausting, physically, mentally and emotionally.
That didn't stop the kisses, hickeys, selfies, blowjobs, handjobs, and the chirps from the team.
~
The Cup is back in Chicago in 2013 and Pat has never been happier.
Pat likes when Jonny is happy, it makes him extremely happy. And also the makeout session in the locker room after the win, which was fueled by alcohol and lots of it, was also something that Pat wanted to hold onto for a while.
~
Pat brings Jonny to Buffalo in late summer of 2013 after their second Cup win.
Jonny is griping his hand tightly in the car, "what if they really hate me?"
"My family is not going to hate you." Pat says for the hundredth time in the past hour. "They'll love you just as much as I do, maybe even more."
Pat turns off the exit and sighs when he starts letting the memories of long summer nights that seemed completely hopeless when he was fourteen.
And now he's driving back down these streets with two Cups under his belt and the love of his life.
He smiles at Jonny, "they'll like you, I promise." He assures him as he pulls into his driveway.
Jess squeals as she opens the door and sprints out to meet Pat in the yard as he steps out of his car.
"PATTY!!!" She squeals happily, hugging him tightly. She pulls back and looks at Jonny. "Who's this?"
"Missed you too." Pat laughed. "This is Jonny. You have probably seen him play with me. But he's also my boyfriend."
"NO FUCKING WAY!" Jess squeals louder. "Mom and Dad and Jacks and Erica have to know!"
Jonny smiles with relief, "nice to meet you Jess."
"Come on!" She giggles happily and snatches his wrist and drags him towards the Kane household.
~
"Wake up, lazy." Jonny nudges Pat. "You gonna shave today or not because you do not have time, in fact."
"Can we skip practice today?" Pat whines as he digs his body deeper into the blankets.
"That's not very Captain of me." Jonny laughs as he drops a kiss to Pat's forehead, "come on! Get a move on."
Pat sighs but kicks the blanket off anyways just to catch a glimpse of Jonny's smile.
~
Patrick yawns as he does stretches on the ice and sleepily looks around. Teuvo is talking to Seabs and Duncan at one side of the ice. TVR was chatting with Shaw as they lapped the arena. Crow was laughing with Darling as they jostled Arty around the ice.
Artemi planted himself next to Pat. "You and Jonny? Boyfriends?"
Pat nodded as he stretches his other leg out. "Yes, Artemi."
"Oh, you two are… nice." Artemi smiled at him with his blinding smile.
"Thanks, Bread." Patrick smiled, "He's a pain in my ass, but don't tell him I said that."
Patrick never dreamed in a million years that he would go from a fourteen year old reckless teenager busting out windows to one of the most famous names in NHL and meeting Jonny.
Patrick looks around the rink and smiles.
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