#addie's nhl sleepover 2022

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z teasing reader because he likes her🫶🏻

[❤︎] pairing: Trevor zegras x gn!reader

[❤︎] warnings: Trevor being an annoying little shit lmao

[❤︎] word count: 416

thanks for participating in the nhl sleepover!

[requests for nhl players previously listed are still open though!!]

If there was one word to describe Trevor Zegras, it would be a tease. A complete and utter teasing bastard. He knowingly pushes your buttons, watching with content and adoration at every reaction he could possibly draw from you. Every pout and crinkle of your eyebrows is met with his annoying grin and contagious laugh. 

“Trevor, give it back!” You protest, arms reaching around him in a lame attempt at snatching your tablet back. He had stolen your iPad from you, swinging his body around to look at the content on the screen. 

“Oh, what’s this? Fanfiction? Or, oh, I know! Your secret fan account you have on me?” Trevor smirks, his eyes brightening when your face flushes. You clearly were not on anything like that; nothing but half a word document was open for your assignment you needed to finish. Trevor holds the tablet above your head, using his height as an advantage over you. 

“Trevor,” you grumble. “Give it back.”

“Oh, Trevor! I love you so much. Notice me, my sexy boy!” He fake moans, tears starting to pick his eyes from how hard he’s laughing. Rolling your eyes at his antics, you stand on the table to try and grab it from him, but he’s quick at swivelling around you to the other side of the table. His eyebrows rise and fall quickly, a shit-eating grin stuck on his stupid face. 

“You’re so full of yourself,” you stalk your way over to him, careful where you place your feet, so you don’t fall. 

“Oh, come on, just admit that you have a crush on me,” 

“Sad for you because I don’t,”

Trevor gasps, clutching at his chest with his other hand. “[y/n], my dear, how could you say that? We’ve been married for 5 years, and you don’t even like me?!” In his dramatic cry, you snatch the iPad from him. 

“Well, then, I’m sure my husband would understand that I really have to get back to work,” you nudge his shoulder with your foot, taking his hand at his offer. His touch is light, but he supports your body in his arms as he sets you on the ground. Your hand softly lowers down his torso, a flush sending straights up to your cheeks — his, too, by the looks of it. 

“I’ll be finished in an hour, then you can go back to annoying me, lover boy.” The nickname completely bemuses him, but he gives you a small nod in return. 

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I need a Trevor Zegras enemies to lovers!! Please!!!

[❤︎] pairing: Trevor zegras x gn!reader

[❤︎] warnings: enemies-to-lovers trope, trevor gets physically hurt.

[❤︎] word count: 958

thanks for participating in the nhl sleepover!

[requests for nhl players previously listed are still open though!!]

If anyone got under your skin, it was Trevor Zegras. Trevor was the kind of guy who's cocky beyond belief, attractive, and he damn well knows it. He's the kind that everyone seemed to get along with easily — hell, even Jamie Drysdale, a guy on opposite teams once upon a time, had become best friends with him. 

You saw right through him, and he knew that. Something about him made it seem like every little thing he said was behind an ulterior motive. Like he knew that he had everyone wrapped around his fingers. Like he was a king and everyone was his servant. Trevor hated that you weren't bowing at his feet like he believed he deserved you to be.

The two of you were the walking definition of repelling opposites. Every opinion was rebutted, every comment was met with an eye roll and a scoff, every group event had the two of you either avoided each other until you no longer couldn't or clawed at each other's throats. 

And it's precisely why you'll never hate being in a closet with him more than anything. The group was all at Hughes' lake house, where mindless drinking games were played, including 7 minutes in heaven. His breathing is loud, igniting every fibre in your being — the tinkling sensations spreading like wildfire all over your body are becoming increasingly insufferable. 

"Can you, maybe, breathe a little quieter? "

"Can you, maybe, not talk to me? "you roll your eyes at his mockery. The bottle could've landed on anyone but him, but of course, your first go had to be with him. His body is so close to yours, and you swear the closest got even smaller than it was a couple of minutes ago. There's no concept of time in the small confinement, but you were sure the 7 minutes were up by now even though you had stepped in there only a short while ago. 

"What's your deal anyway? "Trevor asks out of the blue. 

"What?"

"Why're you here?"

"Because I was invited?"

"Yeah, by your friend who's dating Alex, not by him himself," 

"Your point?" 

"I mean, come on, none of the guys here is actually friends with —"

"Why is it so hard to believe that people in this group like me?" You scoff, huffing as you cross your arms over your chest. "Can you go back to being silent so we can get out of here quicker?"

"Whatever you say, princess."

"Princess—?!" 

"And time's up! You guys can come out now!" Cole's voice rang from outside. 

"Move," you grumble, pushing him out of the way so you can be the first one out of that goddamn hell hole. If auras were visible, yours would be flaming red. 

 "I'm going home," you say lowly in your friend's ear. 

"What? You can't," she grabs your wrist, pulling you into the room the two of you were staying in. She closes the door and tries to stop you from packing everything into your bag. 

"What, you're mad I made you go in a closet with Trevor?" 

"Yeah, I am, actually. You know how much I hate him—"

"Which I never got an explanation, by the way! What's the harm? He's a nice guy —"

"Exactly. You all worship the ground he walks on, and for what? There's something not right about him, and I seem to be the only person to notice that around here."

Trevor listens from behind the door. Your words roll off him like water droplets on a raincoat. His smirk returns to his face, loving how much he really gets under your skin. 

The rest of the week is gonna be so much fun. 

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You didn't want to go. It's not like you had a choice. Alex asked you to come to his game tonight, and your best friend had begged you to be there, so there was no way of getting out of this. You knew it was a ducks v kings game, and guess who would be the star of the show. 

The game was intense, but the ducks were ahead by a couple of points. Your eyes follow as best they can, watching as Shatty passes to Henrique, who — 

Trevor. His body lays motionless on the ice, slowly trying to get up as the ref skates over to him. You're quick to stand up, vision spotty and head dizzying while you watch him clutch at his side. You don't know what's happening, your body completely taking over your mind as you hastily walk through the tunnel. The complete out-of-body experience finds you at the doorframe where Trevor sits uncomfortably, waiting for the medic to examine him. 

"What're you doing here?" He groans, eyes trailing up to meet yours. 

"You look like shit," 

"Thanks, you do, too," he chuckles. Out of everyone, you're the least person he'd expect to be here, let alone be worried about him. For the first time, you laugh at his comeback. 

"In all seriousness, are you okay?"

"Never better," he winks before groaning in pain while clutching at his side again. The medics finally came to his aid. You feel so helpless, so confused, so—

It was Trevor you were talking about. Why would you feel like this? 

"Is he going to be okay?" You mutter to one of the staff as they exit the room. He nods, "Just needs to rest for a couple of days and make sure he has that icepack on that nasty bruise. You can go see your boyfriend now," 

Boyfriend? The word never affected you before, especially when talking about Trevor. But it sure did stir something inside you.

Maybe you did care about him all along. 

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Okay so I got it now lol

Uh for the sleepover thing can it be jack hughes and watching a movie and cuddling? Something really soft y'know? Oh can the movie be like a Disney movie or something (my mind went to Encanto)❤

[❤︎] pairing: jack hughes x gn!reader

[❤︎] warnings: none!

[❤︎] word count: 249

nhl sleepover!

Jack is no stranger to physical affection. It’s the one thing he finds most comforting; having you pressed against him, fingers finding purchase in your hair, bodies warming each other up.

He had come home later than usual from training, his body tired, sore, and yearning for the serenity of cuddling you in bed. He finds you cradled against the wall on his bed, reading a book and listening to music.

“You look comfy,” he chuckles, dropping his bag onto the floor.

“I am actually,”

“Oh well, I was gonna suggest we watch a movie, but you know,” he turns on his heels as if he were to walk out of the room, but your plea draws him right back in.

“I was only joking,” Jack mumbles, lips pressing to your forehead. He turns on the tv and searches through the various movies until you both settle on Encanto.

Jack pulls you closer to him, tucking the blanket over your shoulders to keep the cool air from wrapping its wrath over your supple skin. He idly plays with your hair and rests his chin softly on your head. You’ve honestly never been more comfortable — bones stated and muscles pliant.

A velvet kiss is pressed against your cheek, his lips turning into a sheepish smile at the sound of your barely-audible voice singing one of the songs.

Jack couldn’t be any more content than he is right now, for he is soaked in the gentleness that is your love.

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jamie drysdale teaches the reader how to ice skate ????

[❤︎] pairing: jamie drysdale x gn!reader

[❤︎] warnings: none!

[❤︎] word count: 161

nhl sleepover!

Both you and Jamie know you suck at skating. Though it’s not like skating is easy, and he appreciates you wanting to learn. 

“Woah there, Bambi, take it easy,” he chuckles, catching you as you lose balance and almost fall. His strong arms are the only that’s keeping you up as your legs struggle to regain their balance. 

“I’m trying,” your nervous laughter makes him smile more. He finds it cute how frustrated you’re getting.

“I won’t let you fall, I promise,” he grabs ahold of your forearms now, gliding the two of you on the ice with such ease you’re jealous of how good of a skater he is. “Turn your feet out like — there you go! You’re doing it!” 

You look down at your feet, and just as you’re about to let your death grip on his arm go, you slip again. Jamie’s quick to catch you again, never letting you hit the ice, just as he promised. 

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hiii hope you’re good !

for nhl sleepover: giving soft little kisses to each of jamie drysdale’s freckles and playing with his hair and stuff at random times and he just loves it

[❤︎] pairing: jamie drysdale x gn!reader

[❤︎] warnings: super fluffy content!

[❤︎] word count: 150

[❤︎] ahh omg I love jamie so much this almost made me cry bc I want this so bad

nhl sleepover!

Jamie doesn’t know how he got to this point. From being drafted in the nhl to being wrapped in the arms of his first love. He loves when he can crawl into your lap after a hard day of training, eyes trying so hard to stay open, but they just can’t. Especially not when your hands gracefully run through his soft hair. He feels you holding him, and there’s nothing more that he wants most.

The first time you kissed his cheeks, the crimson colour on his skin only made his heart beat faster. But when you mentioned one day that you really kiss his cheeks to kiss to freckles, it’s a feeling of treasure he’ll never forget.

Jamie often finds himself leaning into your tender touch. Your love is so gentle; he’s never experienced anything like this before. Neither of you can think of anything more perfect than this.

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hi could u do anything with alex turcotte for the nhl sleepover pls?!

[❤︎] summary: you and Alex go ghost hunting

[❤︎] pairing: Alex turcotte x gn!reader

[❤︎] warnings: mentions of death, haunted house.

[❤︎] word count: 527

nhl sleepover!

The floors creaked underneath the weight of your footsteps. Alex is behind you with a flashlight, heart practically in his throat, as the two of you trudge through the abandoned building. You are bigger than your fear, is the mantra that repeatedly runs through your head. You wanted to prove that you were the totally-not-scared one in the group and nominated Alex to come with you into the building. The rest of the group stood outside, the slight sound of chatter numbed out by the settling noises crackling ahead of you. 

"Hey, we don't have to do this," Alex grabs hold of your wrist, a reassuring gesture that courses through your veins, a response you know wasn't caused by the house. 

"No, I want to. Besides, I've always wanted to do this," the nervousness in your voice isn't convincing, but he nods either way. You peek at the clock on your phone; only 5 minutes have passed. "Right, first, let's go to the kitchen. Apparently, the wife had died there. Heart attack, the report says, but neighbours never believed it. Some said the family was strange, and most of the neighbours woke up in the middle of the night to someone screaming. But no one was," you ramble about the history of the house, having researched it in the car trip here. 

"You sure it wasn't just the wind?"

You shake your head, "no, the neighbours were adamant that it was screaming. You can't mistake that for wind." 

Alex ran his fingers over the countertop, brushing off the collected dusk. Everything was still as it was left — every bit of furniture untouched, right down to the photos in the drawer. Alex's body presses against your back, his face so daringly close to yours that you feel his breath clouding over your neck. "They looked happy," he observed the photo. An ordinary family portrait. 

"Not exactly. The marriage was in shambles. He was having an affair; she was off with the pool boy. God knows what happened to the —"

The sudden slamming of the door startled you both. Alex's arms instinctively grip your shoulder to push you slightly behind him. Whatever was in this house clearly didn't want you there. 

"Come on, let's look upstairs," you whisper, noticing the hair on the back of his neck stand up. You and Alex had a history of doing that to each other. Though this time, you're not sure if it was the effect you had on him or if it was the sudden coolness that nipped at your skin. 

The stairs hadn't been used in a long time, evidenced by how it croaked and sounded like the timber was about to snap at any minute. Alex reaches for your hand, not liking the dark atmosphere of this place. 

"Hey, if anything happens, I just wanted you to know that," he pauses, unsure if he should say it at a time like this. "You mean a lot to me, you know that right," is all he can muster up. You smiled sweetly, a hand cupping his cheek. 

"I know. It's just a house; what's the worst that could happen?"

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nhl sleepover weekend!!

hiya! I'm in desperate need of hockey fanfic content and so I've decided that I'd host an nhl blurb sleepover! The sleepover will last either until the end of this weekend, or up until next weekend (depending on how many requests I get lmao)

players I'll write for:

jack hughes

quinn hughes

jamie drysdale

trevor zegras

alex turcotte

cole caufield

you can request moodboards, fluffy blurbs, headcanons, etc - just no smut pls

**please note: other characters that I normally write for will not be accepted, so please only stick to the people listed above. This is an nhl-only sleepover