“Write what you know” was good enough advice for Jo March, so it’s good enough for Patrick Kane.

“Write what you know” was good enough advice for Jo March, so it’s good enough for Patrick Kane.

“I kind of proved a lot of people wrong and proved to myself I can play this game in this body.” - Pat Kane Genderqueer AU.

In which the gay bar is Stalberg's idea and Kaner doesn't notice Jon pretending to be his boyfriend.

The last thing you want to do with the guy you've been hung up on for ages is teach him how to be decent at sex. So of course, that's exactly what Geno does. Featuring interfering Russians, thorough devirginization, and equal parts alcohol imbibing and hockey playing.

"Yes, Kaner," Sharpy's saying as Jonny sits down next to them with a beer. "It would indeed be gay to measure your teammates' dicks to find out whose is biggest."

Geno can't. Sidney won't.

Geno can't. Sidney won't.

Patrick Kane has soft hands.

The thing is, Sid's filthy. Or he's pretty sure he would be, if somebody would just give him a chance to be filthy.

You're supposed to know if you're a top or a sub by the time you're twelve. Fourteen at the outside. It's biological, the researchers say. It's not a choice. But sometimes Jon thinks that for him, it really was.

Patrick Kane has soft hands.

The first time I met Jonathan Toews, he let a door close in my face. Not one of those metaphorical doors that get shut ‘cause I’m a girl in the NHL, but a literal door.

After one scandal too many, Patrick Kane gets traded. Eventually it stops being the worst thing to ever happen to him.

Kaner the English Lit major AU.

You're supposed to know if you're a top or a sub by the time you're twelve. Fourteen at the outside. It's biological, the researchers say. It's not a choice. But sometimes Jon thinks that for him, it really was.

The one where a bunch of Blackhawks inexplicably go to boarding school, Tazer is the world's meanest DM, and Pat doesn't know why anyone would think cutting the head off a hydra was good idea.

There's a lot of different ways this summary could go, like: Patrick Kane gets more than a gold medal in Sochi. Or, the classic: It's too late to pull out now. Or: Patrick Kane continues to thrive in high pressure situations. Or: Patrick Kane gets knocked up, goes to White Castle, and finds love, not necessarily in that order. But, ultimately, all that really matters is this: Patrick Kane is keeping his baby.

The State of Marriage by iBear read aloud. 3hrs20mins. Geno will always love his country. Even if it doesn't always love him back.

Bitty glances up from the kitchen - that’s a new voice - just in time to see Shitty fling himself across the room at a tall brunette girl. “Hils! Fucking shit, man, so great to see you! You didn’t say you were coming!” OR: The one in which Hilary Knight is Shitty's big sister.

Hockey players make excellent roller derby girls.

The Line in the Sand (DA:I; Gen) - For ME! Metamorphosis (DA:I; Iron Bull; Dorian) - For Me!! the sound of your breath in the cold (YOI; Yuuri/Victor) - For Me! Calendar Boy (GW; 1x2) - For Me! Worst Weekend Ever (DCU/BtVS; Tim/Kon) Exclusive (MCU; gen) you would take the breath from my throat (Leverage; OT3) Gimme Love (Leverage; OT3) Bluebird (ST; K/S) a natural progression (Hockey; Sid/Geno) any time you're needing me (Hockey/Check PLease!; Bitty/Jack) how does a penguin build his house? (Hockey; Sid/Geno) royally flushed (YJ; Artemis/Wally) You and Your Stupid Face (DCU; Tim/Roy) Quote the Matrix (DCU; Tim/Jason) I Need a Good Tentacle Joke (YJ; Kaldur/Kon) Sister Knows Best (DCU; Tim/Jason) - croc Road Rage Robin (DCU; gen) these lines of lightning (DCU; Tim/Jason) TV taught me how to feel (YJ; Artemis/M'gann) Soliloquy (DCU; gen) Partners (DCU/YJ; Tim/Roy)

Sid’s gotten pretty used to total strangers asking him what he’s trying to prove, or telling him he wasn’t raised right, and they always expect it to bother him. He doesn’t tell them he hears much, much worse on the ice. When shit gets even worse than usual—when a ref calls him a brat when he’s arguing a call, when another team’s goon tries to put him on his knees five times a game—he sits on the bench and presses down on his chest protector, feeling the shape of the captain’s ring on its chain around his neck, until he doesn’t feel like throwing up anymore. Sid’s never had a dom, not even for a night, but he has his team, and that’s enough. That’s more than enough.