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These fics made me fall deeper in love with this pairing at one point or the other, but I can’t give enough love and praise for all the fics I wasn’t able to fit in this. Read all the fics and drop a comment, girls and boys!

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Love this fan art and several of these fics are really good!

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NEW FIC: GASOLINA | 7k, chapter 1 of 2

Patrick notices a person standing in front of the guardrail. The guy is standing with his back to him, broad shoulders filling out his jacket. He’s got a phone pressed to his ear. When he turns around Patrick has to blink a few times, because there’s no way that Jonathan Toews is standing on the side of the road with car trouble.

Or, the one where Patrick is a mechanic and Jonny is the environmentally conscious NHL player whose Tesla keeps breaking down.

I can’t wait to read this one!

thehockeyarchives:

“What are you looking at?”

Patrick jumped a little when Jonny’s arms wrapped around him from behind. He rested his head on Pat’s shoulder, peering down at the scrapbook on the kitchen island.

“Just that scrapbook the team made us when we got married.” Pat responded, leaning back against him. “There’s a whole page of polaroids of us.”

Jonny glanced over the page and gasped quietly. “Oh my God, look at that one.” He pointed to the only black and white one, when they were rookies, kissing in the hotel room. “That was so long ago.”

“We were so small!” Patrick laughed.

“Look at your stupid curls.”

“Hey! Well- look at your stupid face.”

“You’re kissing my stupid face. I’m pretty sure you initiated the kissing of my stupid face. You snuck into me and Seabs’s room at two in the morning to sleep by me, and Seabs caught us.”

Patrick hmph’ed, then crossed his arms. “Go get me ice cream. I’m hungry.”

“It’s not like you tried to stop me.” Patrick defended himself with a scoff. “You can’t deny me anything.”

It was Jonny’s turn to scoff. “That’s a load of bull.”

“What? No, that’s unhealthy, and I’m not your sla-”

Patrick turned in his husband’s arm and pouted up at him, arms still crossed. “Cookie dough, with extra dough chunks.”

Jonathan stared him down, eyes hard and stern, almost menacing. Then, he reached behind Patrick to grab his keys from the island.

“Pint or gallon?”

~~~

The only thing I can take from writing this is that Jonny can’t deny Pat anything because who could? So that’s that.

This is cute!