#tzpk winners room

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I'm currently furiously editing 88 minutes in heaven (my Trevor/Kaner winner's room) and yesterday I had to face the realization that this fic features 180 instances of the word "like" (or "likes"). 😳 That's 1% of all words 😭😅🙈 Trevor, I love you dearly, but your California girl voice is, like, killing me 😂😂💀

“Are you for real?” Trevor asks before he can stop himself, because if this is some kind of hidden camera prank shit he’s gonna murder whoever is responsible.

Patrick—Kaner?—narrows his eyes at that, pursing his lips. “Am I for real?”

“Yeah, like…” Trevor waves a hand around. “You know what this room is for, right?”

Trevor’s not really sure how you could miss it—again, giant fucking sign right there on the door. Also, like, the huge ass bed and convenient bowl with lube and condoms is kind of a dead giveaway here, but, well, it never hurts to make sure. Consent is important, right? He’s pretty sure that was on the slides that really hot sensitivity trainer had gone over with them during training camp. Always make sure everybody is fully on board and all that.

Kaner laughs, looking like he can’t believe Trevor is serious. “I’m familiar with the concept of a winner’s room.”

“Cool.” Trevor nods sagely. It’s good that’s, like, cleared up. “Cool.”

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Trevor does Vegas by @nebulein A Trevor Zegras welcome to the show fic featuring Jack Hughes, Freddie & Auston, Claude Giroux, midnight guy trouble McFlurrys and sex yoda Patrick Kane on speed dial (8k, rated E)

TZ: I’m going to Vegas! PKane: i thought terry was TZ: they want me there so bad TZ: gonna be a special guest babeeeeey PKane: oh so you’re not REALLY an all star TZ: why u gotta be so mean 😭 TZ: sure u don’t wanna come? TZ: u can be my plus one 😀 PKane: no thanks I’ll pass PKane: but have fun kiddo TZ: oh I will 😏😏

It’s loud. It’s big. It’s Vegas, baby.

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Ooh how lovely! "you’re going to have to guide me through this." if you like! :) 💞💞

Trevor Zegras/Patrick Kane, 650 words find the other kissing starters here and send a prompt if you like

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"You're going to have to guide me through this."

"It's really not that complicated, I'm sure you've got this."

"No, c'mon," Trevor whines. He's looking at Patrick, batting his eyes like he thinks it's cute or something. It's definitely not. Not cute at all. "You're my sex yoda! Teach me, you must!"

Patrick's never met anyone who's managed to make their whining sound so bossy. And he grew up with Jonathan Toews, so that's saying something here.

"Trevor." Patrick pinches the bridge of his nose. "If you don't drop that Yoda shit, I swear to God--"

"Fine, fine, I'm sorry." Trevor's holding up his hands, ostensibly backing off, except his lip is still stuck out in a pout, his eyes all round and glassy, his somehow perfectly coiffed hair partly obscuring one eye. Patrick suppresses the urge to swipe it off Trevor's forehead.

"I'd still like you to teach me. If you want."

The problem is Patrick can feel his resolve crumbling, the way it somehow always seem to do where Trevor is involved.

"I'm sure you've kissed other people before."

Trevor perks up at that. "Oh yeah, pssht. Loads, dude. Like, so many."

And then he seems to realize what Patrick was getting at. "But like, I've fucked other people before, too, and you were able to teach me there, so. The only way to get better is to practice, right?"

Fuck.

Leave it to the kid to try and logic his way into Patrick's pants here. Or whatever the equivalent of first base is in garment metaphors.

"I sure hope you kiss better than you fuck."

"Ouch," Trevor laughs, hand to his chest like he just got wounded. Patrick's gotten way too fond of that stupid laugh, of Trevor, really. There's just something about him that makes it so hard to say no.

Like a blood hound Trevor immediately pounces on it, sensing Patrick's crumbling resolve, looking up all coy and flirty. "That almost sounded like a yes."

His hair is falling over his eyes for real now and Patrick can't resist any longer, gently brushing those strands aside so he can see Trevor's full face, the way Trevor's looking at him, hopeful and cocky and shy all at once, eyes flitting down to Patrick's mouth every few seconds. Patrick feels something pull inside his stomach, like someone attached a hook to his belly button, that tell-tale twinge he always gets whenever someone's got his number.

"You're awfully pushy."

Trevor's had his number from day one.

It's awfully inconvenient.

Worse even, that he's pretty, too. A little too young, too Californian to really be Patrick's type, but not unattractive. A sweet cherub's face that somehow just seems to beg to be wrecked.

Trevor's lips are pink, his teeth dug into the very edge of his bottom lip like he can barely hold himself back, like Patrick is something Trevor desperately wants to have. And that's the other thing with Trevor. He never hides how much he wants Patrick. It's a powerful feeling, a head rush, the way Trevor doesn't hold back, blatantly asks for what he wants and gets away with it way too often.

Patrick should keep him wanting, should teach him a lesson that way, should say no.

He wants, though, wants to replace those teeth with his own, wants to hear Trevor moan into his mouth, swallow his groans and show him what a real kiss is like. He probably could teach Trevor a thing or two. Hell, he definitely can.

Trevor smiles at him. "Sorry, want me to beg? I can do that."

It's not what Patrick was angling for here, but Trevor doesn't give him a chance, shifts gears like it's nothing, looking at Patrick with those big round eyes of his, putting everything into it as he begs, "kiss me, Kaner. Please."

So Patrick does.

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88 Minutes in Heaven by @nebulein A Patrick Kane/Trevor Zegras winner's room fic (18k words, rated E)

“I distinctly remember something about sucking my dick,” Kaner muses, voice low enough that Trevor leans in almost on instinct, jerking back only when he realizes that’s exactly what Kaner wanted him to do: get Trevor to bow to him without lifting a single finger. Fuck, Kaner’s good at this. He’s still holding eye contact and Trevor finds it impossible to look away, knows this is one of those times where whoever blinks first loses. “I also believe there was something about, and I quote, ‘winner gets to bend the loser over the bench’.”

Trevor has once again forgotten what breathing feels like. It’s like he’s enthralled, imperio’ed or some shit, held hostage by Kaner’s smirk, the tiniest hint of tongue pushing against his bottom lip. Kaner tilts his head slightly, the challenge clear in every line of his face. “So, Zegras. How about it, you gonna pay up? Are you a man of your word?”

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I can't believe he's a professional (affectionate)

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tzpk fic?? 👀👀👀

Ahahahaha, busted. 😆🙈😅

I, uh, may or may not be chipping away at a Trevor Zegras/Patrick Kane 'winner's room but make it fun' fic inspired by the 🤏 teeny tiny hero worship PKane crush Trevor's got going on (that you can see from space) 😅

It currently sits at 10k and I'm still plugging away at it (I'm a very slow writer 😭), but in the meantime the ASG happened and I must have lost my mind in there somewhere because now there's also a Google doc with the 'Trevor does the ASG and liveblogs to Kaner about it' sequel that's 3.5k of Trevor living it up and Kaner snarking advice at him. 😂 I hope I manage to finish the sequel today which means I can go back to chipping away at the behemoth of a winner's room because sadly I really should wait with posting the sequel until I've got the first one finished, right? Right.

And since you asked so nicely and we all know nothing fuels a writer more than comments with a little bit of encouragement and love about their work, here, have a snippet of it under the cut:

That's the fun of the room, everyone in there is already dtf, no wooing necessary, no tight jeans and awkward pickup lines and spending half his day's paycheck on overpriced drinks. Just an easy way to let off some steam after a game, adding a little spice to the competition. Trevor has yet to meet a win or loss that couldn't be improved by a nice fuck between friends (or rivals) afterwards.

"Have fun," Jamie smirked at him when Trevor had passed by, snapping his towel, and Trevor had shot him a wink and some finger guns for good measure. "Always do."

So when he'd stepped into the room the trainer had pointed him to (not that Trevor couldn't have found it himself, what with the big ass WINNER'S ROOM authorized personnel only sign bolted to the door and all), carefully shutting the door behind him and engaging the time-based lock, humming that song that'd been stuck in his head ever since the last faceoff in the third, he'd been feeling pretty good about himself and his life. Sure, they'd lost and Trevor had not even a meagre point to show for it, but a couple of those calls had been fucking close and Flower's just like a fucking wizard between the pipes. He'll get in a nice good fuck and forget all about--

"Oh," Trevor says, mind screeching to a halt like the world's worst record scratch, blinking at the man sitting there on the king-sized bed. "It's you."

Patrick Kane looks back at him.

Patrick Kane.

Patrick motherfucking Kane.

Patrick-- Trevor's gonna pass out. He's gonna scream or cry or--shit, is a fist pump an appropriate reaction to meeting your literal childhood idol in a winner's roo--oh god, yeah, he's feeling faint, he's totally gonna pass out. What a way to go.

"You wanna, uh, breathe?" Patrick Kane says and Trevor sucks in a gulping breath, wheezing, but oh hey what do you know, air. Huh. That's like. Air is good. Air is--yeah, breathing, Trevor's just gonna like concentrate on that for a second here.

"You okay?" comes a voice and Trevor's brain has got to stop screeching PATRICK KANE!!! at him every time he hears it or his half an hour is gonna be over real quick here. God, Trevor is not gonna kick himself out of this room with a medical emergency. The boys would never let him live it down.

Get it together, Zegras.

"Yeah, uh, fine. I'm fine," he tells the gray linoleum between his feet, hands braced on his knees. He's cool, he's chill. He can do this.

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You've been teasing this for a while and man, you delivered! This was an epic read!

Oh god, whew, like. No pressure, right? 😅 I may have been teasing this for a while because it took me HALF A YEAR to write what even is my life *sobs in slow writer* 😭 So, uh, I'm very glad and relieved to hear that I lived up to expectations! 😩🙏

I stg the amount of times Pat and Trevor made me tear my hair out while writing this, we can all be glad my hairline doesn't yet rival Kaner's 😆🙈 Given that is a PWP with not even the barest pretense of a plot beyond "y'all are in a winner's room, now please fuck" the fact that it took around 3k for someone, anyone of these two clowns to even touch a dick is... yeah. 🤡

But the good news is, Trevor does Vegas is a lot shorter, features some exciting new pairings and even *gasp* the first, tender tendrils of plot??? 😱 I know, I know. Not too plot much though, promise. 😂

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SO PERFECT!

That ending fucking killed me

"Trevor Zegras: 3

Patrick Kane: oh, whatever. 88, probably."

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Ahahahaha, I couldn't resist that one while writing it. 🤣😅 Glad you enjoyed it! It seemed oddly fitting for a man who owned an 88 carpet in what we can only presume to have been his bedroom.

(throwback for anyone who hasn't been here long enough, yes that's a real picture 😂)

Cue Kaner's seductive ASMR voice: there's that 88 again!

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Poor baby, he really wasnt ready for 88 🤣

😂 Trevor really wasn't, poor boy. In waaaaay over his head. (heh, head. *ba dum tssh*) Then again I dare anyone to be read for Patrick Kane with an agenda. He's a force to be reckoned with!

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Not sure which of of them was supposed to be the winner there 🥵 so good!

Haha, thank you nonnie! I guess in the end we're the real winners of this one, eh? 😜

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88 Minutes in Heaven A Patrick Kane/Trevor Zegras fic soundtrack (listen here on YouTube Music)

1. The Fratellis - Chelsea Dagger Do-do-do, do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do, do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do

2. Katy Perry - California Gurls ft. Snoop Dogg California girls We're undeniable Fine, fresh, fierce We got it on lock West coast represent

3. Jessie J, Ariana Grande & Nicki Minaj - Bang Bang See anybody could be good to you You need a bad girl to blow your mind (come on let's go) Bang bang into the room (I know you want it) Bang bang all over you (I'll let you have it) Wait a minute let me take you there (ah) Wait a minute 'til you (ah, hey!)

4. Maroon 5 - Moves Like Jagger ft. Christina Aguilera You wanted control, so we waited I put on a show, now we're naked You say, I'm a kid My ego is big I don't give a shit

5. COIN! - Talk Too Much I never leave it unsaid Why can't I leave it unsaid? You know I talk too much Honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up

6. Katy Perry - Teenage Dream My heart stops When you look at me, just one touch Now, baby, I believe this is real (oh)

7. 88mph - 88 Miles per Hour baby we flying we’ve got it dialed in i feel it inside when i take the wheel and drive when we go 88 miles per hour all the future days are gonna be ours oh it feels so great to hold the power

8. Flo Rida - Whistle Can you blow my whistle baby Whistle baby, let me know Girl, I'm gonna show you how to do it And we start real slow You just put your lips together And you come real close Can you blow my whistle, baby Whistle, baby, here we go

9. The Offspring - Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) Give it to me baby, uh huh, uh huh And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly for a white guy

10. Miley Cyrus - Party In The U.S.A.  I got my hands up, they're playin' my song They know I'm gonna be okay Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.

11. Lizzo - Juice It ain't my fault that I'm out here making news I'm the pudding in the proof Gotta blame it on my juice

12. Black Eyed Peas - The Time (Dirty Bit) I came here to get crazy I was born to get wild That's my style If you didn't know that Well, baby, now you know now 'Cause I'm Havin' A good time With you I'm tellin' you

12. BØRNS - Electric Love Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle I can't let you go now that I got it And all I need is to be struck By your electric love (Ohh)

13. Miguel - waves (Remix) ft. Kacey Musgraves Don't stop (don't stop) I wanna ride that wave (wanna ride that wave, ha, yeah, baby) All night (all night) I'm gonna ride that wave (I'm gonna ride that wave) Look here, I'm gon' surf in it, baby Get turnt in it, baby, put work in it, baby Keep working it while I ride that wave

14. Belinda Carlisle - Heaven Is A Place On Earth When you walk into the room  You pull me close and we start to move  And we're spinnin' with the stars above  And you lift me up  In the wave of love  Oh, baby do you know what that's worth? Oh heaven is a place on earth

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https: //fenweak.tumblr.com /post/ 182954586514/your-faves-talk-about-makes-an-insta-story-with

I think this is relevant to your interests 😜

This is very relevant to my interests nonnie, thank you. 😌 (Also why does Kaner totally look like a cardboard cutout of himself in that pic? 😆😂)

The fact that Trevor Zegras is just a total Kaner fanboy is what inspired this whole fic in the first place. Ain't nothing like a little hero worship to get those winner's room juices flowing 😏

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Trevor and Jack do Vegas (ASG 2022)

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GUYS I just finished the first draft for both the Trevor/Pkane winner's room and its Trevor does Vegas sequel today and I feel like I need a minute to just breathe and maybe shed a tear or three.

TZPKane winner's room (or "88 minutes in heaven") currently comes it at just shy of 17k (we'll see where it lands after editing because that fic needs some serious work, woof) and Trevor does Vegas is a sweet cute 8k. This means they both rank among the top longest fics I've ever written alone and finished.

I can't wait to get these suckers cleaned up and posted but until then, have another snippet.

“Look around you,” Kaner instructs and Trevor opens his eyes that he’d pre-emptively closed waiting for Kaner’s rejection to hit him. “Where are we?”

It’s a nondescript room, bland like all the others. White walls, gray floor. A bed with no blankets, sheets in team colors (which in this case means Hawks red), and the toy cabinet that both parties have to sign a special release form to unlock. Back in the olden days these rooms must have been a lot more kinky, featuring fuck benches and crosses and padded manacles. Some days Trevor thinks it might have been fun, get somebody to tie him up and pretend to have his way with Trevor. Most days, he doesn’t miss it. He isn’t in it for some fucked up version of punishment or whatever. These are fun, easy, no strings attached sex. “We’re in a winner’s room.”

Kaner makes an approving sound. “Why are you here?”

“Because we lost.” He wants to add ‘because you picked me’, stubborn and defiant, but something holds him back, some instinct that this isn’t what Kaner wants to hear right now. There’ll be time to gloat about it later. Right now, it’s essential that Trevor gets this right. No room for error.

Another positive “hmm”, Kaner’s hand moving on Trevor’s dick again. Trevor’s almost trembling with coiled up tension, not daring to make a move, feeling like he’s hovering on the edge of a precipice here. One misstep and it’s all over.

“Now tell me again, why should you suck my dick?”

And suddenly it clicks, something slotting into place, the knowledge what Kaner’s after here making Trevor’s voice steady. “Because you scored a goal and I didn’t.”

Because Kaner is better than him. Because Kaner will always be better.

“See,” Kaner says approvingly even as he takes his hand off Trevor’s dick, stepping away, leaving nothing but cold air rushing over Trevor’s back and down his spine, “I knew you were smarter than you looked.”

Trevor has to bite his cheek to keep from making a sound, swallowing the pathetic mewling whimper that’s clawing up his throat at the loss of Kaner’s touch, his body heat. He feels like he just lost more than Kaner’s physical attention.

Round 1: Kane 1 - Zegras 0.