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march-harrigan · 2 years

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DK Scarecrow crush got hit with fear toxin but instead of being scared it made her … oddly affectionate. Hugs him, rubs her head on his neck and has a goofy smile.

Hey! Sorry this one took so long! I wanted to make up a hopefully fun reason that the toxin would affect the reader differently. I ultimately settled on reader being an alien. Something akin to John Carpenter's "The Thing" but... You know, friendlier.

Hope you like it!

Extraterrestrial physiology was a strange thing. Some weren't all too different from humans, or even some of Earth's other creatures. Some rested in between. Similar in some ways, but unique from Earthly lifeforms in others(Superman would make for the perfect example of this). And then there were those that were just something else entirely.

Jonathan Crane was aware of this fact, although he'd done no research into the subject himself. Despite the fact that he'd been dating one for the last year now. You, to be specific. Or maybe it was because the only alien he had access to was the one he loved. He was willing to bank on you being the 'something else' variety given your true form. An odd mass of a creature that could perfectly imitate the form of any other lifeform you chose(although for the sake of your life on Earth, you typically stuck to your human disguise). Jon wouldn't lie and say that he wasn't curious what effects his fear toxin might have on such a creature. But he never tested it. Not on you. Never on you.

But accidents were bound to happen from time to time. And whether he liked it or not, your proximity to him would eventually put you at risk.

He hadn't expected you that night when something went wrong with the bunsen burner. The flame turned up higher than it should have, and before he could put it out, the glass he had been working with overheated. Fortunately, Jon always took the proper safety measures when working in the lab. When creating a gas that attacked your psyche with your deepest fears, wearing a gas mask was just common sense. He was safe. But you weren't.

You'd been approaching from behind when the glass shattered, the overheated toxin having already evaporated into its gaseous form inside the beaker. As soon as it was unleashed, you got an unintentional whiff of the stuff, and with a loud squeak, you now stood stiff behind Jonathan. He turned, eyes wide as horror dawned at him at the realization of what had just occurred. You had inhaled his toxin, and now he was going to see its effects on your unique physiology whether he liked it or not. Not knowing what else to do, he took your hands in his and lead you a safe distance from the worktable. He couldn't undo what had been done, but he could prevent you from taking an even higher dose.

Removing his mask, he whispered your name. "Please… Say something. Tell me you're okay." Concern laced his tone as he gently took your face into both hands. For once, he was the one who was terrified. He had no idea what effect his toxin would have on you. And if it all went wrong, if it went downhill too quickly, he had no way of fixing it. No way of saving you.

And then you laughed.

Horror turned to surprise as your lips met his. A quick light kiss followed by a stunned blink from him. He repeated your name, this time like it was a question. And before he knew it, you were hugging him. Not just hugging, but embracing, tighter than you ever had before with a big, silly grin on your face. He breathed out before questioning you again. "You're… Are you okay, angel? You had me worried!"

"Oh Jonny, I've never felt better," you giggled, keeping your arms firmly laced around him. He couldn't help but feel that you were being excessively affectionate. Even for you. And when you peppered his face with several more kisses, it confirmed his suspicions. His toxin, designed to instill terror had instead left you utterly enamoured. This was a concern in and of itself, but he supposed that of all the possibilities, this was far from the worst case scenario. At the very least, you were alive and safely with him.

"Let's get you to the couch," he sighed, lifting you up. He may not have looked it, but he was at least strong enough to carry you that distance. As he walked you over, he couldn't help but chuckle as you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck and hummed contentedly. Batting your eyelashes at him, you smiled and asked, "Will you stay and snuggle with me, Crow?"

"I suppose there's no harm in it." Setting you down on the couch, he sat next to you. If all you wanted was to cuddle, then that was fine. He'd hold your hand and let you hug and nuzzle to your heart's content, until you were relaxed enough to drift off. With luck, you'd sleep it off. If not, he was sure he could create an antidote. For your sake, he'd get you back to your still lovable, but not quite as love drunk self.

#jonathan crane #the scarecrow #murphycrow #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #murphycrow x reader #dark knight trilogy #nolanverse #drabble #oneshot

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dixie12 · 2 years

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thinking about omega jonny and his first season as captain.

he's on heavy duty suppressants, because even though the whole league knows he's an omega- it's not really something you can hide, after all, he doesn't want to deal with heat in the middle of the season. it's not that he doesn't like it.. he just doesn't think it fits the image of a captain, and he's only 20, so that image is incredibly important to him.

the season starts off terribly. he's slumping, can't find the back of the net to save his life, and the media is vicious with him after games. they're asking how he's going to right the ship, like it's his job alone to fix the problems of 20 others guys, almost all of whom are way older and more experienced than he is. he does his best, refuses to break eye contact with the reporters, goes home and works out harder, watches more tape, drinks more protein shakes. all the things he's supposed to do.

he feels the edge of heat creeping in, heightened sense of smell, the bone-deep urge to rub up against his teammates, let them ruffle his hair, sag into them, let them take his weight, let their scent wash over him. but he can't, not now. he doubles up on the suppressants, even though he knows it's dangerous. they hammered that home in sex ed when he was in school, and even though hockey was the only thing he really cared about, he listened and remembered, because the teacher made such a big deal over it. omegas needed to go through heat, and putting it off, especially a breakthrough heat while on suppressants, was just asking for trouble.

he just needs a few more games, though. he needs to score a few goals, make the team trust him, believe in him, and he can't do that when he's flat on his back, begging for a knot. so he doubles the dose until the feelings slip away. next time, he promises himself.

but the next time they're on a road trip, and sharpy's injured, and there's no one else; the team can't lose him, too. they're actually battling for a playoff spot, and he doesn't have the time to give in to this, not now. not now. he triples the dose, notices his hand shaking when he screws the cap back on, ignores it as best he can.

when he realizes he's running out of pills, he calls his doctor, claims he lost the bottle and needs a new one. when the new prescription arrives, he promises himself it will be the last time. they just have to make it through the playoffs. as soon as it's the offseason, he'll throw the damn bottle away for the whole summer, he bargains with himself. get me through this, he begs his body, and i'll give you the summer.

it doesn't work like that, though. biology isn't something you can barter with. there's two weeks left in the season when they have a rare day off. the guys are over at his place, playing video games, and jonny's on edge. he plays a round, gets up, paces. can't relax, feels like he's prowling, hair prickling at the base of his neck. there's something bubbling inside him that he tries to beat down, chugs a beer faster than he should, and then another, but it doesn't help. he doesn't drink much during the season, and the two beers just make the feeling worse. his skin is hot, tight, and his clothes are burning where they touch him. he can feel himself sweating, feels it pooling under his arms, at the dip of his back, running down his legs.

except. shit.

that's not sweat, coursing down his calves. it's slick, and everything falls into place. he couldn't outrun it, his biology, couldn't push it down and ignore it forever, and this time his body hasn't given him enough warning. sprung it on him like the very first time, like he's 16 again, unprepared for what's coming, heat and hormones racing through him.

pat notices first, because of course he does. omega slick is distinctive, and his head snaps up, scenting the air. his eyes lock with jonny's and jonny can see his pupils dilate, can see the blush rise on his cheeks. he's rooted in place, staring at pat. he should be saying something, he knows. making excuses, urging the guys out the door. he can already tell this heat is going to take hold fast, and he needs the guys not to be here when that happens.

pat has dropped the controller, staring back at jonny now, and jonny can't look away. were pat's eyes always that blue? he opens his mouth to say something, but he's overwhelmed by pat's scent, suddenly flush in the air, and his words leave him.

as pat's scent spikes, jonny can see seabs react, too. seabs was there for a few of his heats last year, and jonny's body can remember the shape of him, looming over jonny. his big hands cupping jonny's face, his neck. trailing lower, sliding through the slick around jonny's hole, and jonny is halfway across the room before he realizes he's moving.

sharpy and duncs, betas, have finally looked up from the game, and distantly, jonny knows he should pull himself together. knows this is exactly what he didn't want to happen, out of his mind in front of so many of his teammates, but his heat has taken hold now, throbbing through him, lighting him up inside, and he settles himself on seabs' lap, scents all along his neck and feels himself relax for the first time all year.

seabs' arms go around him, and jonny feels the purr start in his chest. everything is soft and melty around him, and fuck, why did he put this off for so long? his cock is hard in his shorts, leaking freely, and the scent mixes with his slick and the combined alpha pheromones from pat and seabs and he can feel his mouth watering. he grinds up against seabs, his abs the perfect mix and firm and give, and he hears himself moan. he starts to rut, whining into seabs' neck, but seabs gets his hands settled on jonny's chest, pushes him back, and he whimpers, seeking out the contact again.

"baby," he hears from seabs, and he shudders with it. he never hears words like that from the team, soft and sweet. why doesn't the team want me? he thinks. he's trying so hard to make them proud, to be a good captain, but he must not be doing it right.

"jonny," he hears, in a gasp, and that's pat. he sounds.. stricken. jonny doesn't understand why he sounds like that, but he can't think straight right now, can't figure it out, just wants seabs to touch him again. and pat, too.

seabs' hands are back on him, one of them firm in his hair, gripping tightly, the other finally under his shirt, on his skin, and he arches into it, baring his neck in a silent plea. seabs knows what he wants, drops his mouth onto jonny's neck and starts with gentle bites, taking jonny's skin and worrying it between his teeth. jonny can feel the purr rumble back to life, and he knows seabs can feel it, too. can feel seabs stiffening up under him, hears him groan and jonny preens. his alpha wants him.

"of course i want you, sweetheart," seabs whispers in his ear, nosing along his neck, inhaling jonny's scent. "we all do," and jonny groans at that, hips flexing harder. "show him, pat," seabs says, voice rougher than jonny has ever heard it, and before he can figure out what seabs means, he can feel pat's weight settle behind him.

it's ecstasy. he's boxed in between alphas, seabs solid underneath him, scenting him, stroking his hair and using the hand on his back to urge him forward, to rub off against him. and behind him, patrick, his cock thick and obvious against jonny's ass, pat's hands running over his chest, catching on his nipples. there's nowhere for him to go, nothing for him to do except follow their lead. pat's hands drop to his hips, helping him grind against seabs, and his mind goes beautifully blank. he's rutting hard now, gasping with it, and pat leans down, breath whistling over his ear as he tells jonny to come.

jonny's helpless to it, orgasm taking him hard and fast, spilling in his shorts, and he's moaning with it as the final pulses echo through him. he slumps forward, muzzy and pliant, but he can feel the heat still simmering below the surface. he's going to need more.

"we're gonna give you whatever you need, baby," he hears, and his eyes flutter shut, resting his head on seabs' chest while he takes deep breathes and gathers the strength to move this to the bedroom.

#1988 #o captain my captain #blackhawks fic #omega!jonny #getting what he needs and deserves #alpha!pat #alpha!seabs #heat fic

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volucerrubidus · 2 years

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The storybook goes like this:

Little Timmy Drake went to the circus. And then Little Timmy Drake watched a pair of parents die. It made Timmy grateful for his parents.

But something overheard his gratitude. And that something didn’t like his gratitude. So that something took away his gratitude. That something took away Little Timmy Drake’s parents.

So Little Timmy Drake was sent to live with the other parentless kids. He was one of many parentless kids.

People didn’t really seem to care about parentless kids.

Little Timmy Drake learned how to walk silently, then. Little Timmy Drake learned what floorboards not to step on, so that he didn’t wake up the adults. Little Timmy Drake learned how to lie to adults, and Little Timmy Drake learned how to be in two places at once. Because Little Timmy Drake knew that adults couldn’t tell the difference between himself and a dolly, when the covers were pulled up.

So then Little Timmy Drake learned how to sneak out. And he learned how to move in the city. And he learned where to go in the city. And he learned where not to go in the city.

The one thing he never learned was when not to go in the city.

He was too young to listen to the news. And he was too young to be alone when he saw his worst nightmares come to life. He was too young to know why he could see them.

He was too young to know why a Scarecrow made them go away, too. He was too young to realize that the Scarecrow had made them real, first. But he was also too young to mind. Because the Scarecrow made them go away. And the Scarecrow talked to him like Little Timmy Drake’s answers mattered.

The Scarecrow took Little Timmy Drake back to the other kids, that night. But it was not the last time that Little Timmy Drake would see the Scarecrow.

It was not the last time that Timmy Drake would be listened to by the Scarecrow. It was not the last time that Timmy Drake would be spared by the Scarecrow.

It was not the last time that Timmy Drake would look up to the Scarecrow,

And smile.

Verse Unlocked: Rogue AU

Tag: {a dead crow calls out to his wing – rogue au}

Quick Facts:

Tim Drake is taken in by Scarecrow, instead of by the bat, from a young age

If any Jonathan Cranes want to interact, we can talk together about details and plot specifics!

But by default, Tim will go by Crow, and he will be interested in chemistry, which he learns from Jon (who he calls “Jonny,” even when he grows up, because it became habit)

(Of course, I don’t want to force the AU or the mentor-mentee relationship on anyone, so we can absolutely plot something else if you’re interested but don’t want to play it quite like the default setting for this AU! I want my rp partners to feel comfortable around me, so we will only do what you feel comfortable with!)

As Tim gets older, he will eventually branch out of the fear-related chemistry and go more into explosives, knock-out gasses, poisons, and even some medicines

He remains firmly a rogue, however

He is morally bad in this AU, a total reversal of his canon self

That said, he tries not to kill unless he feels that it’s necessary for his own survival, or for the safety of those he cares about (which is admittedly a small list)

Speaking of which, in the past, I’ve written this AU with a Luthor’d Superboy who eventually switches sides, as well as a rogue Bart, so by default, he will mention these events/morality swaps, but if Barts or Kons would like this to change, we can plot together how we would like to play it instead!

Tim’s main motivations are scientific curiosity, a healthy dose of senseless sadism, and honestly? Sometimes just plain boredom

He asks a lot of questions, though, and he likes to learn about people and their minds

Similarly to Kon and Bart, this AU has also typically been written as if all of the bat children have been morality swapped, so if you’re a batfam member, we can absolutely plot out some ideas as well, if you want that to change, or if you want to pick which rogue your character was raised by, if you’d like to keep the morality swap aspect!

Tim’s Crow costume is black tactical pants, a plain black turtleneck, a pair of worn, black boots, a faux-crow-feather cape, black gloves, and a respirator over his mouth and nose, along with a pouch belt that’s derivative of Batman’s. Sometimes he also wears a black scarf and a beanie, on particularly cold days. In the default version of this AU, this is because Scarecrow makes him stay warm

Tim can be played at a multitude of ages in this AU, from 11 and new to being Crow, all the way up to his mid 20’s, where he is an established rogue on his own

A firm plot point is that his identity is secret until he is 19, because he is not ever caught and sent to jail until he is 19, due to Scarecrow usually taking the fall for him, so that Tim can act as a sidekick on the outside, to help get Jonny out of jail easier, and to keep his work preserved and safe until he is out again

Exceptions can be made, but we will need to discuss these beforehand! <3

That said, I promise I’m friendly and very chill, so if you’re interested in this AU, please hit me up! I love a good morality swap AU lol, and if you do, too, then let’s create something together!

#[i usually muse good ol jonny boy around this time of year and he might make his way back but in the meantime...]#[this au has captured my attention again so i'm finally posting about it here!]#[happy spooky season folks i am so excited]#[anyway hmu for plotting if you want!]#{a dead crow calls out to his wing – rogue au}#tw: needles #tw: death #tw: death mention

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effieandtim · 5 months

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yeah im sorry, while I absolutely don’t agree with Matt fans talking down on Jonny, im not going to lie and say im not feeling a hefty dose of satisfaction at certain JB fan accounts on Twitter getting upset about it. These same people were shading and shitting on Simone last year, using a lot of the same things being said against Jonny now. Sorry but a lot of them deserve the karma, hopefully those of them who do will realise how awful they were last year, and never behave that way again. (If y’all want proof just check out the comments that were made when Simone was nominated for a hca award and not Jonny - a SA fan account literally had to tweet telling JB stans to shut the fuck up it was that bad).

if you’re talking about me then bestie i have never talked shit about simone so you’re wrong about that

i made the tweet today about the reddit shit and i havent seen anyone else make it separately so idk who you’re talking about

there are some weird jonathan stans and if you’re active on twitter you’ll see i dont interact with them

i wont be surprised if some of them were being weird towards simone as unlike annie and co, i have always said there are weirdos in the jonny fandom too (though none i have seen who are as unhinged and terrible as annie and her lot and you cannot change my mind about that im sorry)

but im not sure why you’re telling me this when i have never shit on simone

edit: and im sorry if i misjudged your tone but if you’re here to argue whose collective stans are better and whose are worse, i am not engaging in that shit bc its worthless - not with any stans of any celebs

#anons #i hope anons you’re not one of those who ignore the shit that sa fan accounts have piled up on jonathan over the last year #bc that would be v hypocritical of you #and believe me there have been some SERIOUSLY deranged shit that those accounts have spread and extremely homophobic #not to mention they’ve been racist towards me #and other wocs #and how real people have been affected by their toxicity #so i hope you’re aware of that too

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somebaconlover · 1 year

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T2 Trainspotting (2017)

Directed by Danny Boyle

Cinematography by Anthony Dod Mantle

Starring Ewan McGregor, Ewen Bremner, Jonny Lee Miller, Robert Carlyle and Kelly Macdonald

“Choose life” was a well-meaning slogan from a 1980s antidrug campaign. And we used to add things to it. So I might say, for example, choose… Designer lingerie in the vain hope of kicking some life back into a dead relationship. Choose handbags. Choose high-heeled shoes. Cashmere and silk to make yourself feel what passes for happy. Choose an iPhone made in China by a woman who jumped out of a window, and stick it in the pocket of your jacket fresh from a South Asian firetrap. Choose Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram and a thousand other ways to spew your bile across people you’ve never met. Choose updating your profile. Tell the world what you had for breakfast and hope that someone, somewhere cares. Choose looking up old flames, desperate to believe that you don’t look as bad as they do. Choose live-blogging from your first wank to your last breath. Human interaction reduced to nothing more than data. Choose ten things you never knew about celebrities who’d had surgery. Choose screaming about abortion. Choose rape jokes, slut shaming, revenge porn, and an endless tide of depressing misogyny. Choose 9/11 never happened, and if it did, it was the Jews. Choose a zero-hour contract and a two-hour journey to work, and choose the same for your kids, only worse. And maybe tell yourself it’s better that they never happened. And then sit back and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody’s f***ing kitchen. Choose unfulfilled promise and wishing you’d done it all differently. Choose never learning from your own mistakes. Choose watching history repeat itself. Choose the slow reconciliation towards what you can get rather than what you always hoped for. Settle for less and keep a brave face on it. Choose disappointment. And choose losing the ones you loved. And as they fall from view, a piece of you dies with them. Until you can see that one day in the future, piece by piece, they will all be gone. And there’ll be nothing left of you to call alive or dead. Choose your future, Veronika. Choose life."

#Spotify

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parkerbombshell · 2 years

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nasa · 3 years

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Meet the Artemis Team Returning Humans to the Moon

We. Are. Going 🌙

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Today, we introduced the eighteen NASA Astronauts forming the Artemis team. Together, they'll use their diverse range of backgrounds, expertise, and experience to pave the way for humans to return to the Moon, to stay.

Meet the heroes of the future who'll carry us back to the Moon and beyond - the Artemis generation.

Joe Acaba

Fun fact: Joe is a veteran of the U.S. Peace Corps! Get to know Joe personally with this video –> Watch HERE.

Kayla Barron

Fun fact: Kayla got her start in public service through serving in the U.S. Navy. Get to know Kayla personally with this video –> Watch HERE.

Raja Chari

Fun fact: Raja’s nickname is “Grinder,” and he comes from a test pilot background. Get to know Raja personally with this video –> Watch HERE.

Jessica Watkins

Fun fact: Jessica is a rugby national champion winner and geologist. Get to know Jessica personally with this video –> Watch HERE.

Matthew Dominick

Fun fact: Matthew sums himself up as a father, a husband and an explorer. Get to know Matthew personally with this video –> Watch HERE.

Jasmin Moghbeli

Fun fact: Jasmin says she still wakes up every morning and it feels like a “pinch me moment” to think she’s actually an astronaut right now. Get to know Jasmin personally with this video –> Watch HERE.

Victor Glover

Fun fact: Victor’s dream is to work on the surface of the Moon. Get to know Victor personally with this video –> Watch HERE.

Jessica Meir

Fun fact: Jessica was five years old when she knew she wanted to be an astronaut. Get to know Jessica personally with this video –> Watch HERE.

Woody Hoburg

Fun fact: Woody used to spend summers away from graduate school working search and rescue in Yosemite National Park. Get to know Woody personally with this video –> Watch HERE.

Anne McClain

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Jonny Kim

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Nicole Mann

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Kjell Lindgren

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Christina Koch

Fun fact: Christina set a record for the longest single spaceflight by a woman with a total of 328 days in space. Get to know Christina personally with this video –> Watch HERE.

Frank Rubio

Fun fact: Frank was a Black Hawk helicopter pilot in the U.S. Army and family medical physician. Get to know Frank personally with this video –> Watch HERE.

Stephanie Wilson

Fun fact: Stephanie was the voice in Mission Control leading our NASA Astronauts for the all-woman spacewalk last year. Get to know Stephanie personally with this video –> Watch HERE.

Scott Tingle

Fun fact: Scott said he wanted to be an astronaut in a high school class and the students laughed – look at him now. Get to know Scott personally with this video –> Watch HERE.

Kate Rubins

Fun fact: Kate is actually IN space right now, so she will have to get her official portrait when she comes home! She is also the first person to sequence DNA in space. Get to know Kate personally with this video –> Watch HERE. Stay up to date with our Artemis program and return to the Moon by following NASA Artemis on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram.

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captaincravatthecapricious · 3 years

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Crutches- Prompt Fill

cw broken bones, food, internalized ableism, dizziness, headaches

Card by the wonderful @celosiaa! I am still accepting bingo prompts! Please send me more because the starred ones are back written already! Send me a prompt and a character and let me know if you want a drawing or writing!

Navigating the London underground on crutches had been trying to say the least. But, Jon has gotten very good at navigating it with his cane, so out of sheer spite, he managed it without incident.

He is still clumsy on them, and by the time he reaches the university, he is more than out of breath, having to stop and use his inhaler before he can reach his classroom. (He will not be sharing that information with Martin, no way. He is Fine, and that would only cause worry, and Martin has enough to worry about being an EMT).

Of course the annoying thing is that he broke his Good leg.

Of course he manages to break his one more functional leg. What a very Jonathan Sims thing to do.

He sighs. He does not want to explain this to his students. (And he certainly doesn’t want to explain this to Tim and Sasha, but of course they are coming over for dinner. Actually… he’s grateful that they don’t already know. Somehow he actually managed to calm Martin down and talk him out of calling them. Jon leaned hard into the look I’m fine! It’s a clean break! It hardly hurts! It’s fine! I’ve had much worse, please don’t fuss! I’m still conscious and everything! Thing.)

Frankly, it’s embarrassing.

He misses the days where he would just… heal.

He might still. Well, he certainly would the old fashion way, but his recovery might be faster than normal. Physical injuries are still a little aided by his connection to the Eye, however weakened that connection might be. Doesn’t do Shit for illnesses, but as much as his EDS causes him to bruise, the bruises don’t stick around for too long.

Just have to wait and see.

His students stare.

Jon shivers.

He tries not to think about the Institute. He tries not to think about the prickle on the back of his neck… the feeling of eyes on him when there was no one around. Don’t be daft, Jonathan, you can see the students right there. You can see their eyes. You are just their odd professor who looks even more haggard and beat up than usual.

He Feels much more haggard than usual. And he’s shaking from the albuterol.

“Professor, what happened?” One of his students ask as he maneuvers the podium so he can drop his bag.

He curses at the lack of chair in the lecture hall. He’s asked for one. Repeatedly. And he’s dragged his office chair in with him before, but… he doesn’t exactly have the hands to do it.

He has to balance on one leg to dig is computer out so he can connect it to the projector.

“I’m fine,” he answers automatically. He was. He is. Just tripped like the idiot he is, and broke his good leg. His bad leg had been throbbing since he got on the tube.

He ignores it.

His students eye him with clear suspicion. Which… Jon would have worried about if… they weren’t perfectly justified.

They had seen him faint many times, pop his hip back in place, watched him dislocate and relocate his arm, and there was the time he had the concussion, and the time he had a migraine and had fainted when someone tapped him on the shoulder, and the time when he had come to class feverish.

These students have called Martin so many times by now.

He deserves those cautions glances. These kids (not really kids, but sue him, they look like kids in his eyes) are ready to call him on his bullshit.

“I fell the other day. I’ll be fine. Just a broken tibia. I’ll be fine in couple months. Let’s get on with the lesson.”

One kid raises their hand, and Jon calls on them. “Yes?”

“Professor Blackwood-Sims, isn’t that your good leg?”

Damn these overly observant students. If only they payed that much attention to his lectures. (No, that’s not fair, they are all good students. The ones who struggle, have good reason to, and Jon has managed to get them to all come talk to him and tell him what they need to do better).

Jon smiles tightly. “Well… it was. Okay, on with the lecture.”

His leg hurts. The not broken one. The broken one… well that hurts a little too, but not nearly as much as the one full of holes. (They are both full of holes, but one was wormed much more thoroughly and hasn’t been the same since.)

Balancing on one leg proves difficult as he’s hit by dizziness. He’s been standing too long. Too long on his bad leg, and the tension and pain have given him a headache bad enough that he’s had one of his students turn off the lights. He can’t face the light of the projector, so he gives the lecture angling away from it.

One of his students offers to run the PowerPoint so he can sit in one of the desks as he teaches, but he turns her down. There are only a few minutes left. He can make it. Then he can get home and take some painkillers and shower before Tim and Sasha come to dinner.

He knows he can cancel, but he doesn’t want to. He’s more dreading having explain what happened.

He reaches the flat quickly enough. He should have time to shower and cook. He hopes.

He swallows some painkillers dry (just a few so he can still take more before bed and not worry Martin by pushing the recommended doses too far) and works his way out of his work clothes while sitting on the bed. It isn’t fun.

He swallows his pride and uses the shower seat. He hates it. He hates that he needs it, yes, but honestly it’s more an issue with the textured plastic under his naked skin. It feels… wrong. Both because it reminds him of the circus, and because it’s just a bad texture. It also feels gross… as in unclean. He cleans it vigorously often, but it still doesn’t feel clean to him.

Between the headache, and the dizziness from the hot water and several nights of poor sleep (from nightmares and trying to sleep with a cast on which gave him More nightmares), and the pain in both his legs, Jon fights back the darkness around the edges of his vision.

He will Not pass out now.

No.

Will not happen. No thank you. No.

He fights to keep upright and conscious. And, surprisingly, wins that battle. He sits on the bed again while dressing, and while braiding his hair.

It takes him a long time. There is a lot of hair to work with, and his scalp hurts with the intensity of his headache. He also dallies, the more time this takes, the longer he can sit. He should consider dragging a chair in front of the counter and a chair in front of the stove. That could make cooking less painful.

Well, in some ways.

The unnatural angles are hell on his wrists when chopping.

Lesser of two evils, however, he supposes.

Shit. He isn’t going to have time to finish dinner by the time Tim and Sasha arrive.

And Martin isn’t going to be home for another hour. He knows, he knows (not Knows, though), that they won’t mind. Tim might even Help him cook, but… he doesn’t like being a bother. He wants… well frankly he wants to erase the years of hurt with food (Christ, Martin has worn off on him. Not that he minds. He loves Martin).

The sauce is almost done, but he hasn’t even started the pasta by the time Tim’s voice drifts through the door. Sing-song and loud. No knocking (thankfully).

Jon hates that he needs the crutches to get to the door. He hates that his vision is swimming by then too. The painkillers took the edge off the pain, but can’t do much about the other stresses on Jon’s mortal frame.

“Be there in a moment, or you can just let yourself in,” Jon calls back. He has to pause and lean on the wall. This is all very irritating.

Apparently, Tim had already been halfway through unlocking the door, because he’s in before Jon can even finish the sentence.

“Jesus, Jon, what did you do this time?” Sasha exclaims, quickly, but gracefully pulling off her coat, hanging it on one of the hooks by the door. It’s less a question than a statement.

“Hello Sasha, Tim. Dinner isn’t quite ready, but it’s not too far away. In the meantime there’s wine. Martin will be here soon, but his shift isn’t over yet.” His eyes are closed. Head tilted back against the wall. The room finally stops spinning around him.

“What did you even do?” Tim this time.

Jon… doesn’t meet his eyes. He knows he is blushing, but there isn’t much to be done about that. He mumbles. He doesn’t know why. He knows it won’t work. Shoving out the words too fast to be understood.

“What was that Jonny?” That is a cackle. Tim is cackling. Tim, is very irritating… but he does love him, even when he’s teasing.

“Tripped over my cane.” Jon says as quickly and quietly as possible.

“Only you, buddy. Only You, could do something like that. Now PLEASE SIT DOWN BEFORE YOU FALL OVER. I can finish making dinner!” Tim herds him to a chair. In the kitchen, because Jon knows that Tim knows Jon won’t actually relax on the couch or the bed if he’s told to.

“Okay, Jon, what’s left to do… No buts! This smells amazing and I can’t fuck up pasta, probably. At least I assume you planned pasta, because there is a box on the counter.” Sasha says this brandishing aforementioned pasta.

Sasha makes him tea. Tim makes the pasta. (Tim is absolutely the chief between the two of them.)

“When did you last have painkillers?” Tim asks.

“Not too long ago. Really I’m fine.”

Tim hmmms.

Jon finds himself nodding off at the table by the time Martin comes home.

He knows he’s being talked about.

“Hey, sweetheart. Hey?”

Jon sleepily raises his head from the table. “Sorry, I went to work.”

“Love, I thought you were going to Zoom in today.” Martin doesn’t sound Angry. But he doesn’t sound happy about this. In Jon’s defense, he did say he would see how he felt, and he felt fine in the morning.

Jon whines, he hates disappointing Martin.

“We can talk about that tomorrow.” Martin presses a kiss to his forehead.

“Hey! No sleeping until we eat!” Tim. Mock serious. Although he will be very serious if Jon tries to skive off to sleep without some food.

“Dinner, then I vote we cuddle Jon until he gets some rest!” Sasha this time.

Just like old times.

He knows he will be teased for How he broke his leg. He knows he and Martin will have a serious chat about him pushing himself.

But for now there is food, and cheer, and his loved ones.

#the magnus archives #tma #jonmartin #timsasha #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #sasha james #tim stoker #timothy stoker #cw internalized ableism #cw food #cw injury #my writing #my words #my art #my fic #fic

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ohblushes · 3 years

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How are you doing with the new bower chapter, feeling inspired? I would die for a little snippet, but no pressure <3

a SNIPPET you say!!!!

Patrick mumbles something that even Jonny, an expert in Patrick's mumbling, can't understand. The Birkenstocks look perilously close to slipping off his dangling feet. The whole room smells a lot like cleaner and only a little bit like omega.

"What?" the nurse says.

"I've been weaning off some pretty, uh. Some medication, I don't know if…"

"Mm," the nurse says. He's a big older beta guy, maybe taller than even Jonny, and his scrubs have umbrellas on them. He pauses for a minute while he takes Patrick's blood pressure and then says, "I wouldn't rule it out. Blood pressure's a little low. How far along are you?"

"Twelve weeks and two days," Jonny inserts.

"Any morning sickness?"

"Nope," Patrick says. "Kind of lightheaded. I haven't been sleeping great."

"Pregnancy hits everyone differently," the nurse says. "Some people skip through it, others get hit like a sack of bricks. Most people are somewhere in-between, although if you're passing out, there's something to take seriously. Do you have an obstetrician?"

"Uh, yeah," Patrick says, "but I don't - I don't remember the name?"

Jonny feels his spine stiffen. "Pregnancy brain?" the nurse says kindly.

"No, I just normally - I've been seeing my." His eyes flick over to Jonny. "My omega specialist," he says. "She knows an obstetrician who's going to help her with the delivery, but she's been handling everything."

"She works here," Jonny inserts. Patrick looks a little surprised.

"Yeah, she does," he says. "Dr. Lynn Sievers."

"Okay," the nurse says. "I'm going to let her know, we'll get her in here if she's available and if not, we're gonna take good care of you." He pats Patrick's hand; Patrick looks a lot horrified. At least there's plenty of hand sanitizer around. "What's the medication?"

"Estranephren," Patrick says.

The nurse whistles. "That's heavy stuff, that might be at play here. Wrist still doing okay?" He waits for Patrick to nod and then continues, "Good. You said you're tapering off the Estranephren, what was the original dosage?"

Patrick mumbles something. It takes Jonny a minute to decipher it.

"A hundred and - a hundred and fifty?"

"Yeah," Patrick says. "I'm down to fifty now."

"Jesus, kid. And you were taking the full dose when you conceived?"

"Yeah?"

"Okay," the nurse says. "That could definitely be a problem. I'm going to get a doctor in here to look at that wrist, we'll give you something for the pain and take some x-rays." Patrick's starting to look white around the edges, so Jonny's pretty fucking happy to hear about the last one. "Hang tight for me, okay? And just flag someone down in the hall if you need anything. It'll be just a few minutes."

Actually, Jonny's pretty fucking pissed off, now that he thinks about it. "Can't you give him something for the pain now?" he demands.

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nebulein · 1 year

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#yup #last dose of jonny #jonathan toews #chicago blackhawks #oh captain my captain #hockey baby

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gothic-safari-clown · 3 years

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The Mind’s Power Over the Body

Part 16: Round Two?

Story summary: They only ever had each other. It had been that way since high school, ever since Elianna transferred to dreary Arlen and took Jonathan under her wing. They go separate ways for college, and when they're reunited at Arkham Asylum professionally, Elianna comes to find that they've both changed during their time separated. Can she look past the promise of danger and stay by Jonathan's side as they slide further and further into the darkness while she grapples to come to terms with the truth about herself? Can she accept what needs to be done in order to hold onto the only person who holds any meaning in her life? This is a very self-indulgent AU that draws from several different canons of the DCU and ignoring others, starting in the Batman Begins Nolanverse. This will follow the plot of the movie, although the timeline has been very slightly tweaked.

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen

Word count: 1559

El had been right about her mysterious savior in that his interference grew to be something that could be quite a nuisance to them. It wasn't long after Jonathan's meeting with Falcone that he had returned with a new, tricked out getup. Rumors around town had confirmed that it was the same man and seemed to solidify the vigilante theory.

Gadgets or not, the pair had yet to see the effects of the toxin on the caped crusader. Jonathan had come home that night composed as always, but she had recognized the troubled look in his eyes. Between that and the attack on Falcone, it seemed that whoever was having little trouble sniffing out their plot.

"What's the bad news?" She sighed, putting down the book she had been reading. Jonathan just shook his head in response, loosening his tie.

"The bad news-" he sighed, rubbing his hand down his face, "is that Rachel Dawes is still alive, and rumors are that she has some leverage over the judge that Falcone paid off for the organization."

"Oh, shit," El put her forehead in her palm. After all of the traction that the so-called 'Batman' had gained so quickly, the last thing she had expected was to hear that the meddling DA was still around. "Well, wait, the bad news? Does that mean there's good news too?" She lifted her head again, relieved to see him nod.

"That microwave emitter that I told you about, for the final stage, it came in, it's all ready to go. If-" he cut off the look of excitement on El's face, "we can prevent the DA's office from throwing another wrench in."

"Jonathan, don't worry about that." She rolled her eyes and stood from the couch. "They have leverage on the DA, not Falcone's staff at the shipyard, and before they can build a case, they need to have proof that we even have it."

"If they get a warrant-"

"Then the boys at the docks will take care of it, that's what I'm trying to say. Now, will you relax? Everything is going to be fine. We have the machine, and we have more than enough of the toxin."

Jonathan was still leaning back slightly against the table, pinching the bridge of his nose. Elianna sighed, silently cursing her friend's perfectionist nature, and moved his hand away from his face and replaced it with her own hands on either cheek.

"Can you just once relax and appreciate your own work? Do you need a cigarette?"

"No, I don't need a cigarette; they're disgusting. I need to find a way to foolproof this damn thing."

"It is disgusting, it's absolutely revolting, but I think it'll bring you into the present and give you at least a couple minutes to step away from being you." She patted his cheek and nudged him toward the fire escape window.

"From being me?"

"Yeah. Let's not be you right now. Let's be me instead, and be proud of your work." Jonathan rolled his eyes but went along with her.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to stop thinking for a minute.

You'll listen to her and not me? I'm very hurt, Jonny. You don't share a body with her.

Standing outside smoking, leaning against the rail, the pair stared out at the city before them.

"Look at that. It's disgusting. You should have come to California with me when you had the chance." Elianna teased and elbowed Jonathan lightly. He responded by exhaling slowly and giving a look that said 'maybe.' "Okay, look; you're still not being me, you're not here. Look out there," she pointed with her cigarette. "Gotham is falling apart, and if I remember correctly, it has been for decades. What you are doing with this project will end all of that once and for all. This city is a stain, and you're cleaning it out, once and for all."

A long pause hung between them as Jonathan let his friend's words sink in. She was right, and for the first time since the beginning of the whole plot, he felt a sense of pride for his contribution. Ultimately, this was for the greater good, and he would be the one to pull the trigger on it.

Pride was quickly replaced with a relaxed contentedness, and Jonathan took another drag, almost enjoying the taste.

"Actually," he began, "I think now we are cleaning it out. Give yourself some credit." He turned El's little speech back on her and watched as she floundered.

"Well, I—I haven't really done anything, I'm just sort of here, and honestly, I should have gone back to my apartment ages ago-"

"There isn't really any point now; there are only two weeks before we start." El nodded and returned her gaze to the skyline.

"I'm sorry for being in your space for so long. I really didn't mean to be here still." She turned her head to look at Jonathan.

"I already told you, I like having you around." El's eyes widened at the genuine admission. "Besides, if someone were to come after you, I'd rather you not be alone. I think we both know how that usually ends up by now." He finished with a grim smile, and the redhead nodded in agreement. Everything seemed to come back to the late Granny Keeny.

Remembering the painful and dangerous situation in which her friend was brought up made her sad, and she moved closer to rest her head on his shoulder. "I'm just glad I could help. I know I give you a hard time, but I love you very much." El told him matter-of-factly, planted a kiss on his arm before returning her head to his shoulder, and took a drag off the stick between her fingers.

Jonathan found himself glad that she couldn't see his face, as her words caused his eyes to shut of their own accord. Even Scarecrow's filthy encouragements were drowned out as he privately reveled in El's affection. The insecure teenager still inside of him reminded him that whatever she said was meant platonically, but he allowed himself a quiet moment to pretend.

Connecting with people had never been his strong suit, and that fact had continued to hold into adulthood. But being around Elianna every day again for the first time in years served to remind him of the benefits of personal relationships. Even so, it frustrated him to no end that he had yet to figure out whether his attraction to his friend was based on the comfort of her presence or something else.

Even thinking about it made him tired. Slowly, almost tentatively, his head rested on hers. In response, her free arm wrapped around his to keep him there.

Unbeknownst to Jonathan, Elianna was facing a similar dilemma. It was a debate she had been having with herself since she had moved to Gotham, and as much as she wanted to convince herself finally to take the chance, now was most certainly not the time. Besides...

"It's Saturday."

"Yes, it is."

"You said that we were going to dose me again; we were supposed to do that last night."

The moment broke, and Jonathan let out a long-suffering sigh. "Alright, if you're so eager," he extinguished his half-smoked cigarette and tossed it down onto the ground below with El following suit.

Once back inside, the pair both went automatically to prepare for the ordeal. As Elianna settled onto the bed, Jonathan spoke again.

"You know you don't have to do this again. We were already going to get you a gas mask like the one I have."

"I know." She replied simply, and with a Look, Jonathan began fastening the restraints.

"May I ask why you want to do this so badly?" There was a silence as the redhead pondered her answer.

While some of her motivation came from the perspective of 'just in case of an accident,' she was reluctant to admit the real reason: that once the toxin wore off, the flooding of endorphins left her exhilarated and wanting more. That the rush of surviving something traumatic and harrowing, even just an assault on her psyche, left her feeling powerful, if somewhat exhausted.

Despite her reluctance, Jonathan seemed to know the answer already.

"The thrill of making it through?" El couldn't help the short laugh that escaped.

"I guess that sounds kinda crazy." Jonathan shook his head.

"Not at all. I went through the same thing." He assured as he finished fastening all of the restraints and retrieved the old belt from the dresser where it had been left. "Just remember," he continued as he placed it between her teeth, "that I am going to be here the entire time, alright?" Before he could think about the action, he laid his hand against her cheek comfortingly. Reading her expression, he nodded, "I promise."

El nodded and took a deep breath through her nose to prepare herself, staring at the ceiling before nodding firmly. With that, Jonathan wiped the injection site clean with an alcohol swab and carefully stuck the prepared needle into her vein, and pushed in the plunger.

#the mind's power over the body #Jonathan Crane #scarecrow #Nolanverse #batman begins #Elianna Montgomery #jonathan crane x ofc #slight au #multi chapter fic #scarecrow fanfic #fanfiction #Attraction To The Insane #atti #cillian murphy #cillian murphy scarecrow #tmpotb chapter 16

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puckingawesomerecs · 4 years

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by request, a few of our favorite omegaverse fics for bennguin and 1988!

bennguin

burn our fingers and change our names by linsky (44k | explicit)

“Jamie’s always wanted to end up with a wolf,” Jordie says, and it’s like cold water over Tyler’s head, because that means Jamie can’t end up with him.

untitled seguin/benn a/b/o ficlet by rest (2k | not rated)

Tyler can’t resist temptation. He’s shit at self-control. He can’t stop himself, when they’re out, from going up to the bar and buying two local nine-dollar beers and a basket of the buttery garlic fries Jamie practically creams himself over. Sure enough, as soon as he sets shit down, Jamie purrs at him.

“Good?” Tyler asks.

Jamie nods as he shovels fries into his mouth.

assist by hatrickane (3k | explicit)

Tyler has gone so long without touching an alpha that it's starting to have a negative effect on him. Good thing Jamie is always willing to help him out.

1988

(all my life i’ve been) burdened by the dreams by linsky (30k | explicit)

Patrick has two goals for himself when he comes to Chicago:

Win the Stanley Cup.

And don’t let anyone find out he’s a wolf.

a. i. n. y. (although i need you) by kayevelyn (13k | explicit)

Pat had forgotten to pack suppressants before their last trip and that meant he hadn’t taken his dose in two week. Which… wasn’t great.

(aka Pat goes into an unexpected heat and he needs a hand)

i’ve got a feeling (i hope you’re feeling it too) by aohatsu (14k | explicit)

When Patrick met Jonny for the first time, it was because they'd both just been picked for the same hockey team. When Patrick netted his first goal during practice, Jonny skated over to give him a congratulatory hug and, well, it's not like he didn't sometimes shift on accident, when he was excited or happy, but it hadn't happened at practice in ages.

#rec post #jamie benn x tyler seguin #patrick kane x jonathan toews #jamie benn #tyler seguin #patrick kane #jonathan toews #fic rec #hockey rpf #bennguin #1988 #hawks #stars

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Just wanted to say that I’m very much looking forward to reading DH, and if you ever wanted to write a story inspired by your tags on that Blackhawks au photoset I’d be happy to be your personal cheerleader because you’re so talented and that tag-fic was really interesting and well done

ajsdhfskjd you’re so sweet! thank youuuuu. sorry it took me a few days to respond to this. with your suggestion, i got caught up in the idea of writing a little something for those tags about: the hawks as an amateur team that have a youtube channel where they record their lives. and your message made me wanna put something down. it’s not much but i hope you like it, anon! 💙

“Sharpy, if you don’t get that fucking phone outta my face…” Jonny starts.

Patrick can’t see his expression as he’s currently bent over tying his skates, but he can imagine the exaggerated frown tightening over Jonny’s mouth.

Ever since Sharpy realized the Hawks YouTube channel gets an uptick in views and subscribers when he shows Patrick and Jonny together he’s been relentless. He’s been incessant. Every corner they turn, every quiet moment of peace, there’s Sharpy with the camera, recording every tiny little thing they do, hoping to catch something he deems appropriately “cute”.

Patrick’s been over it since week five of the six months the team has already had this channel. But he could probably handle it on the basis that it was for the team to have some fun, only he’s not currently having any fun. Not when Sharpy’s like a shark in blood filled waters, trying to sniff out when he thinks him and Jonny might have a moment.

It’s caused Patrick to be more reserved recently. Less willing to touch Jonny, even casually, when the cameras are around. It’s not about the team. The team knows they’ve been together since they were basically pre-pubescent pimple faced kids. They don’t care. They know him and Jonny are stupid over each other, incapable of not being codependent, usually never farther than ten feet apart.

It’s olds news.

But forty thousand people…that’s a fuck ton of people. People looking and seeing. And Patrick’s maybe a little shy when he’s not on the ice. Maybe a little private. Maybe a whole lot protective of what he and Jonny have. So if he’s not reached out for Jonny’s hand recently when the cameras are rolling, hasn’t kissed him before they leave the locker room before a game, or cuddled up with him on the team bus as much, it doesn’t have a single thing to do with Jonny.

It’s just the cameras and all the eyes he knows are possibly watching.

That doesn’t stop Jonny from hating it, from being grouchy at being denied his hourly dose of affection. He hasn’t taken even a speck of it out on Patrick. He’s not that kind of boyfriend, captain, teammate, or person. But it’s certainly not stopping him from snapping at Sharpy trying to catch a soft second between them to get a sponsor for their next Hawks video.

“Lighten up, Tazer,” Sharpy teases. “I’m giving the fans what they want and that’s your pretty face.”

Jonny growls, but doesn’t look up from where he’s taping his stick.

Skates now tied Patrick sits up and leans into Jonny’s side, doesn’t immediately move away. It feels good, to let himself touch Jonny even in this small way and even if Sharpy will joyfully exploit it - for views. Views that equal money.

It’s true they could all use some new equipment, that each and every one of them is probably playing with semi-broken or taped together items that shouldn’t be used any longer. They wear old, torn jersey’s half the time, share a locker room with a peewee triple A hockey team named the Gators on Mondays and Wednesdays, a middle-aged men’s curling club on Thursdays, and a girl’s high school figure skating competition squad on Tuesdays.

Their team bus is a thirteen year old Chevy Express van driven by Steeger with a sticky clutch and windows that don’t roll all the way down.

And their Hawks logo is a removable carpet.

So yeah, the team could use some extra money.

“You’re asking for it,” Patrick laughs.

“I’ll risk it for a new helmet. Don’t you want a new helmet, Kaner?”

“My helmet’s in perfect condition,” Patrick says primly. “My shin pads however…”

Sharpy snorts. “I could make a joke here but I’ll refrain because I’m a gentleman and a scholar.”

Jonny reaches out lightning fast and tries to swipe at Sharpy’s phone.

“Hey! Hands off the merchandise! And be kinder to Kaner’s knees,” Sharpy says and barks out a little scream when Jonny attempts to lunge at him again. But then he’s up and moving away, finally, to go bother Seabs and Duncs.

“What’s up?” Seabs says when Sharpy shoves the phone in his face and asks him what he thinks the Hawks odds are for beating the Wisconsin Wolves.

Looks like Seabs just finished his seven seven-minute game night rituals just a beat before and it’s the only reason Sharpy’s currently safe to be near that corner of the locker room.

“Pretty good, wouldn’t you say, bud?” he asks Duncs, who’s sitting next to him.

“Absolutely, bud,” Duncs agrees.

“Their goalie’s a sieve. We’re goin’ to rock it!” Seabs says.

“Rock out with our cocks out!” Duncs adds.

A cheer goes up from around the room.

“What are the chances Sharpy starts editing out all of the cuss words to make the new videos more family friendly?” Jonny whispers in Patrick’s ear and Patrick shivers, just a little. He leans into Jonny just a bit more.

“He’d have to edit out Duncs completely then because I can’t remember the last time he went more than two sentences without saying ‘fuck’ this or ‘fucking’ that.’

Jonny grins, amused. ”Lots of “fucking” - that’s for sure.”

“Maybe lots tonight?” Patrick asks. “Without the rest of the team.”

Jonny’s eyes darken and he leans in, like he’s thinking of kissing Patrick, but stops himself. “Definitely lots tonight. Definitely without the team. Definitely with you under me.”

Patrick feels himself flush and he ducks his head.

He stands to shove on his jersey with the loose and fraying threads at the bottom when Q and Jeremy and come into the room for the pre-game pep talk.

“Listen up, you fucks!” Q barks, and Sharpy turns the camera on him. “The last time we played these cheese hosers we got blown out five to three. That’s embarrassing for me, that’s embarrassing for you, that’s embarrassing for the mommies that birthed you!”

“So embarrassing!” Jeremy echoes, ever Q’s shadow.

“Let’s go out tonight and show them who their real daddies are!” Q shouts.

The boys shout too.

“Who are their daddies?” Jeremy says. “You are!”

Q shoots him a narrowed eyed look. The rest of the room shoots him a look. Jeremy slinks back against the wall.

“Anyway,” Q says. “Starting line up tonight we’ve got: Sharpy, Tazer, Kaner.”

Clapping starts up.

“With Seabsie and Duncs on the blue line.”

More clapping.

“And Crow in net. Go get that win boys!”

Jonny stands and goes through his usual captain hype talk, with Seabs and Duncs jumping in as the rest of the team stands, collecting themselves into a line to head out onto the ice.

“Sharp, put the fucking phone away,” Q says at the back of the room.

“Putting the phone away!” Sharpy says and moves in line behind Buff.

“Now let’s fucking go out there and kick this one in the ass, boys!” Jonny says, from behind Patrick.

Patrick turns slightly, smiling up at Jonny and tugs on the front of his jersey. “Ferda?”

Everyone is around while they all get ready to shuffle into the hallway but no one is paying them any attention. And maybe it doesn’t matter if they were.

He pushes up and pecks the corner of Jonny’s mouth, then his chin. Jonny’s face lights up, his smile so bright everything else around them temporarily fades away.

“Ferda!” Jonny says, pressing his forehead to Patrick’s temple.

The doors to the rink opens and they all shuffle out.

#Anonymous #1988 #mine #my fic

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