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2010 Winter Games Kink Meme
Part 2

I never really expected this to take off so well, let alone end up with 4000+ comments. Now it's time for part 2!
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1. We are all here to have a little fun. Am I right? 

Comments

[anonymous]

Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews

I would love some super heavy angst between these two where Kane just can't get over the fact that Toews won the gold over him. Like he can't even stand to be in the same room as him because he just gets reminded of the game, and it's putting a heavy strain on their relationship (friendship or romantic, doesn't matter).

I also don't mind if it has a sad or happy ending just as long as there's angst and confrontation! :D

[anonymous]

i'll do it. give me a few days. is there anything specific you want included (other than what was mentioned above)?

OP here

[anonymous]

No, you can just run with it. And far, if you want. :) I like to be surprised.

Also, yay! Thank you for taking my prompt.

Filled: Can't Get Over It (1/?)

[anonymous]

3-2 in overtime. Patrick Kane still couldn’t get over the fact that Jonathan Toews, his teammate on the Chicago Blackhawks, had beaten him

Filled: Can't Get Over It (2/?)

[anonymous]

The next morning, Patrick got up at 6 AM and left before Jonathan even got out of bed. On his way out, he noticed the bulletin board, where Jonathan had hung his medal. Patrick noticed the tack for his silver medal was lower. That’s it.

Practice (on the ice anyway) went smoothly. In the locker room after practice however, things got tense.

“Patrick.” Jonathan said. Patrick didn’t acknowledge Jonathan. “Pat.” Still no answer. “Kaner, come on, talk to me.”

“What’s there to talk about?” Patrick asked, looking straight ahead.

“Why you’re being such a pain in the ass.”

“I’m not.” Patrick said and left. Jonathan followed him.

“Cmon, what did I do?” Jonathan asked. Patrick just kept walking. Apparently Jonathan got the message because he stopped and went back to his car. He knew Patrick would crack- eventually.

Patrick didn’t come home that night, and Jonathan finally realized why. Oh, duh. He’s been this way since the Olympics. Jonathan saw the bulletin board, where Patrick had tacked a note to the tack where his medal was hanging.

Re: Filled: Can't Get Over It (2/?)

[anonymous]

Jonathan took a *couple* more steps towards Patrick, until Patrick said, “If you come any closer, I’ll jump.”

Filled: Can't Get Over It (3/3)

[anonymous]

Jonathan sat on the bridge’s sidewalk. “Patrick, come on. You don’t want to do this.”

“I don’t huh? Who are you, Dr. Phil?” Patrick said.

“No, I’m your friend Patrick, and I’m worried about you.” Jonathan said.

“Ha ha. Right Mr. Golden Boy.” Patrick said. Jonathan looked at Patrick, then at Brent and Duncan.

“We’ll, uh, see you guys tomorrow.” Duncan said.

“Later.” Both Patrick and Jonathan said.

“Could you please at least sit down?” Jonathan asked. To his surprise, Patrick complied without grumbling. “Do you want to talk?” Jonathan asked.

“No, I don’t want to talk.” Patrick said. They both sat there in silence looking out over the bridge.

Jonathan wasn’t sure what time he fell asleep; the only thing he knew was when he opened his eyes, Patrick was gone.

Fuck. Jonathan got up and drove back to his house, hoping Patrick would be there. He wasn’t, and Jonathan knew he had practice in an hour or so, so he grabbed a quick shower and headed to the rink

OP

[anonymous]

Awwww, I love the happy ending--and the angst, of course! I'd be pissed too if Toews tacked up his medal higher than mine. Poor Kaner.

Thanks for writing! :D

Re: OP

[anonymous]

you're welcome! glad you liked it! :)