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holy-puckslibrary · 6 months

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𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭

here's a list of every upload from the fic-mas event i did on patreon last year, as well as a link to the selection of said uploads that are now available to you here on tumblr (depending on when you see this post).

hope you enjoy, and happy holidays!

˗ˏˋ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˎˊ˗

again, this is a list of ficmas uploads that are available on my patreon and will remain there for the time being. if you'd like to learn more about how to access them, please refer to 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.

if you'd to pursue the content available now (or soon-to-be) on tumblr, please refer to 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — stargirl!connor mcdavid x famous!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 3k 𝐜𝐰 — none, excluding cavities. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — romance is not dead if you keep it just yours. (requested)

need a refresher or to get caught up? here's the 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — ceo!sidney crosby x assistant!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.8k 𝐜𝐰 — mild angst, but that's it! 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — sidney's hatred of the holiday inadvertently thwarts the enjoyment of it by someone he definitely doesn't hate. (inspired by a #darvey scene from suits)

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — jamie drysdale x reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.4k 𝐜𝐰 — references to past hook-ups but nothing explicit and heavy angst (per the request) 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — merry meddling brings two volatile foes back under the same roof. can holiday magic mend the burned bridge between these former enemies-with-benefits?

˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — adam fox x heiress!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 3.2k 𝐜𝐰 — a smidge of angst. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — the princess of park avenue and the hotel manager's son, once childhood sweethearts, are reunited by a precocious permanent resident just in time for the holidays — and the heiress' wedding. (inspired by the best movie of all time, eloise at christmastime)

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — sidney crosby x reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.8k 𝐜𝐰 — references to a previous one-night-stand and some drama. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — five years ago, she left the club's annual holiday celebration with an unexpected party favor. said party favor meets more than just st. nick when they return this year.

˗ˏˋ '𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — tyler seguin x oc (caroline allen) 𝐰𝐜 — >10k 𝐜𝐰 — adult themes and content, angst (and a lot of it), description and repeated reference to an injury + chapter-specific warnings.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — tyler seguin will attest that caroline allen, acclaimed author and his childhood love, is "the one that got away" until his dying day. even though the "got away" half is (more than partially) his fault. but that didn't matter much when he was thousands of miles away, skating his heart out and partying the years away. by some stroke of luck or a cruel twist of fate (he isn't quite sure yet), a season-ending injury has sent him back to recover in the one place he knew she'd always be. will this second chance to make things right be the gift of a lifetime, or just another lump of coal weighing down his heart?

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55sturn · 4 months

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✮ SAYIN’ SORRY FOR THAT NIGHT

series masterlist!

paring: boston bruins player!chris sturniolo x fem!reader!

synopsis: in which y/n is greeted by a sudden revelation on the night of chris’ most anticipated game, the one that determines whether or not the bruins get into the playoffs and she’s left apologizing for the night that caused it all.

warnings: swearing, fluff, mentions and descriptions of violent fights, verbal arguments, unplanned pregnancy, discussion of abortions, comments from the other team and hecklers, open ending, angst, angst, angst, and more angst.

THIRD PERSON POV

to be in the limelight alone is tough. to be in it for something such a hockey, where a million and one eyes are watching your every move, scrutinizing every play you make, every workout you do to toughen your body and build your endurance for the tasking time spent on the ice is even tougher, but to do all of that with a public relationship is the toughest thing.

chris knew that announcing his relationship at the peak of his career with the boston bruins was not going to be easy. he had all eyes on him as the bruins' newest right winger, but not only was he the newest player, he was also the youngest to join in years.

just like connor mcdavid's rise to fame with the edmonton oilers, chris was in the spotlight and it wasn't easy. he was in the spotlight because he was a phenomenal player with a chipper attitude that most hockey players don't seem to have. he had been scouted at one of his toughest games in his college career and almost immediately the contracts began flowing and the drafting process had started.

as eyes of everyone involved in the hockey world began to shift to the star of what they called "the boston bruins' new era and future captain", so did the female attention. not only was chris good at what he did, but he was insanely good looking, at least to the younger female demographic that had taken an interest in hockey.

but he didn't care for the, for a lack of a better name, puck bunnies or the future hockey wives in training, he had his own hockey wife sitting front row in the v.i.p section at every game, smiling as she watched him zip back and forth between his teammates and the teammates that he was facing

as he announced who the mystery girl in his practice jersey at every game was, he faced an onslaught of even more hate disguised as criticism and scrutiny from devout bruins fans, potential drafting scouts, and anyone willing to spare an opinion. but as the rather distasteful comments rolled in, his skin grew thicker, because as long as he had her to go home to, he could handle it.

PRESENT TIME

chris sat on the bench in the hallway adorning the infamous bruins logos, each brick in the wall holding some sort of history of the team, twirling tape around the blade of his stick. he found the dressing room too stuffy right before a game, so he and john beecher sat outside the dressing room, joking amongst themselves as they prepared for the game.

"cmon man, you played big games before you'll be fine." john chuckled, handing chris back his spare roll of stick tape as chris sighed.

"i know, it's just a big fuckin' game tonight. haven't played montreal yet."

"wait this is your first game against montreal?"

"yes and as a boston native, i know this is the game, just don't wanna fuck up when this decides whether or not we make it to playoffs."

"kid you'll be fine, you've outdone mcdavid's first year and that's pretty fuckin' bizarre 'cause he's a powerhouse." beecher reassured, clapping the young right winger on the shoulder before heading back to the dressing room. chris stared at the wall across, still struggling to comprehend how his life has become the way it is, he's incredibly grateful for the opportunities he's gotten and proud of the work he's put in, it's just still hard to fathom.

sensing that she should give her boyfriend a quick visit before he went on to the ice, y/n made her way through the crowds of people, smiling at the fans that addressed her, politely declining to take pictures until after the game. she proudly donned a large "8" and the name "STURNIOLO" scrawled across the back of a black away-game jersey and black jeans and her trusty, yet dirty, air forces, proudly showing her support for the man she's loved for six years, since she was a small fourteen year old navigating her year of high school with the triplets by her side.

the thin plastic stick weighed heavy in the pocket of her hoodie she wore beneath the jersey, she was about to tell chris about it, to give him a little motivation to play extra hard. but when she spotted the reporter’s mic pointed toward his helmet covered face, she placed that idea on the back burner. smiling she approached chris,

“hey mister big shot.” she laughed, causing chris to grin as he introduced her to the reported as his girlfriend. the reporter quickly bid the couple goodbye, leaving them to have their moment together.

“hey so i’ve got some really good news for you.” y/n smiled, smoothing her hands over his shoulder pads as he tugged off his helmet, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

“listen i wanna go be apart of the chant so i need to go, can this news wait?”

“i guess so. give ‘em hell baby, i love you.”

“always ma, i love you.” chris replied, bouncing on his skates slightly before shoving his helmet back on, quickly shoving his way through the door leading to short hallway his team would walk through.

y/n stared at his back, watching him fade away as she was left to mull over the news she was about to tell chris. it was the start of his career and she didn’t want to derail it any, so the choice between telling him now or tell him in a month waged a violent war in her mind.

shaking her head, she made her way back to the staircase leading to the v.i.p section, as she wove through crowds of people, she heard the gasps and murmurs.

“that’s who the new bruins guy is dating? i won’t be shocked when he starts fucking the puck sluts in a month.”

“she looks out of place and that jersey is so unflattering on her.”

“i hope sturniolo comes to his senses and dumps her ass soon.”

scoffing, y/n climbed the stairs, pushing the overwhelmingly upsetting thoughts from her mind as she spotted nick and matt in their seats. breaking the news to someone was imperative to her, not telling someone would break her but she didn’t know whether she should tell someone before chris.

of course she and chris had talked about their views on starting a family together and the idea of raising a baby together but there was one issue,

chris wanted to wait until secured a long term contract with the bruins. he didn’t want anything to deter his plans. and y/n understood, he has worked so unbelievably hard to get to the position he’s in now. starting a family takes a lot of dedication, time, effort, and devotion without distractions. chris was concerned that if they had a baby early on in his professional hockey career, she’d be left alone to carry out so many of the responsibilities that being a parent brought on.

so as y/n made her way to her designated seat, her heart felt heavy. her doubts only grew with every step she took, and it felt like her body had been held down, it was as if she had cinder blocks chained to her ankles. as she sat beside nick, he picked up on her mood, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that sonething was bothering her though. nick bumped her elbow with his, as if to ask what’s wrong and she just smiled and shook her head.

mary-lou, who was sat behind y/n and her three sons, immediately knew what was going on. y/n had a certain glow to her, despite the sorrowful look that had become deeply etched into her skin. she knew that pained expression anywhere, she understood what the taut shoulders, pinched eyebrows, and distraught gleam in her eyes all too well. but the older woman put her excitement about becoming a grandmother off to the side, deciding she’d wait to gloat until y/n had accepted the idea her self.

the family conversed among themselves while the teams prepared to saunter out onto the ice, letting the fans get hyped up. a voice boomed from above, prompting cheers and hollers from the people taking up the stands.

“please welcome your home team, the boston bruins!” the commentator exclaimed, dragging out the words boston bruins in typical emcee fashion, allowing the fans and supporters chant for their team as he played the bruins’ intro song as they skated onto the ice one by one, the emcee announcing the names and numbers above the music.

y/n couldn’t help but lett the pride and excitement she felt show brightly on her face, despite the worries she suffered deep down. she was so incredibly proud of chris, him landing a secure spot on the bruins was a long time coming. it was his dream back in high school the moment he secured a spot on his high school’s team with ease. he was a natural born hockey player and it showed through the surplus of dedication he put into it. and y/n felt more than lucky to be there on the sidelines from the very beginning.

as the emcee asked from everyone to stand for the national anthem, a cheesy grin broke out on her face as chris stood on the offensive line facing the vip box, and pointed up to where he knew she’d be sitting before forming his hand into the best half heart possible that his bulky gloves would allow. she felt her cheeks warm with a deep blush as chris’ family playfully teased her for having their brother and son completely and unfalteringly whipped.

“shut up!” she laughed, her nerves drifting away as the game started. the excitement she never failed to feel at every single one of chris’ games, whether it was just him filling in for the local adult men’s teams or an exhibition game for his old college team, she was always filled with adrenaline as she stood and sat in the stands.

but that was expected when born into a city that favours the winter sport, you were either born with the excitement coursing through your veins or you were born with a deep hatred for it filling every crevice of your body. there was no in between.

y/n cheered along with chris’ family as he zipped, swerved, bobbed, and weaved up and down the ice. that was one thing that most players envied chris for, he was fast and slick, almost as if he was water slipping through your fingers.

and not only was he fast, he held great control over the puck as she moved down the ice, the puck never got away from him as he maneuvered it between players, alternating which side his stick was covering and pushing it.

there was fifteen seconds left in the second period and both montreal and boston held three goals each as chris stood for a moment back checking as his teammates guarding him, and with five seconds ticking down, he delivered a brutal slap shot, sending the puck into the net behind carey price who had dropped to block it a second too late.

the bruins fans’ side of the stands erupted in loud cheers, and so did y/n and chris’ family, his parents laughing giddily as matt made a backhanded comment about price being too old for goaltending.

“i will be right back, i have to use the washroom.” y/n interjects, letting nick know where she’d while the rest of them grabbed drinks.

“yo y/n, you drink budlight right?” justin hums, causing her stomach to drop, her usual habit of having a beer with them at chris’ games being something she hadn’t even considered.

“uh can you just grab me an iced tea? i’ve got an early appointment tomorrow and i’d rather not show up at my doctor’s smelling like beer.” she laughs nervously, causing justin to shrug and accept her answer before heading off to the concession stand near the entrance of the vip box.

“i’ll come with you, i’ve got to use the ladie’s room too.” mary-lou hums, smiling appreciatively as y/n waited for her.

however as they made their way to back of the section they were sitting in, mary-lou motioned for y/n to follow her out into the small hallway that lead to the smoking doors, it was empty as the two stood there.

“how far along are you?” mary-lou whispers, unable to withhold her suspicions any longer, and the abrupt question had y/n’s stomach twisting into more knots than it was already in.

“wha-how did you figure it out?”

“i’ve had my suspicions for a while, the last time you were over i heard you throwing up, and you’ve got the pregnancy glow. plus you’ve been wearing baggy clothes and you aren’t drinking tonight.”

“fuck. sorry for my language. but i think i’m about two and a half months along. last month i just thought my period was late because i was sick and when i get sick, my period is normally late. but then i missed this month’s too and it clicked.”

“have you told chris yet?” mary-lou spoke, her voice soft as she rest a reassuring hand on her future daughter in law’s arm as she shook her head.

“i wanted to tell him before the game, to give him a little motive to play harder but he didn’t want to miss the chant and pep talk so he left before i could say anything about it. i’ve got the test in my pocket and i know it’s not smart to go off just one test so that’s why i’m going to the doctor tomorrow.”

“well i think you should tell him, i think he’ll be happy.”

“that’s what i’m worried about, he wanted to wait until he secured a long term contract. we had this conversation about a month ago.”

“you can’t necessarily control these things. a family comes to be when it’s meant to happen, not when you want it to happen.”

mary-lou’s words stuck deep in y/n’s mind. she knew that chris’ mother was right. y/n had just wished her and chris were a bit more careful that drunken night in the hotel.

FLASHBACK

chris and y/n’s drunken giggles bounced off the walls as they pushed their way into their room. they had gone out for dinner with the team and eventually broke off on their own after swiping two of the complementary bottles of champagne that the teams managers had provided.

they stumbled through the city after hiding in an empty room in the banquet hall, chugging the nasty liquor as quick as they could handle on empty stomachs.

“god baby, you look so pretty in this dress, just wanna tear it off you.” chris rasped, his cheeks flushing and eyes drooping, from the alcohol, or the effect his girlfriend had on him, or maybe even both, she wasn’t quite sure. making him look all the more enticing to y/n.

“do it then.” y/n slurred back, pulling chris into a messy, sloppy, yet incredibly hot, like searingly hot, make out, chris’ hands roamed her body feverishly, unable to stay in one place very long.

as their ministration progressed, so did their desire for one another and the lingering buzz they had from the alcohol left room for a few less than sound decisions. chris drunkenly justified going in raw by saying “just wanna feel as close to you as possible.” and that was all the convincing y/n needed, but she made him promise to pull out in time.

but due to their inebriation, chris wasn’t quick enough but they had long forgotten it by the time morning came.

FLASHBACK OVER

and now she was paying the price for them being reckless. sighing, she made her way back to her seat just as the intermission ended and chris' team made their way back to the home bench, their net switching back to the end they started out on.

it wasn't too far into the third period when the canadiens were getting aggressive, the score was eight to five in favour of boston and montreal was getting mad that they were losing the game, the most awaited game since it was announced boston and montreal would be facing each other to land a bracket in the playoffs.

the fact that it was also playoff season made y/n's stomach twist even tighter, she felt sick. she was so scared she was going to fuck up chris' life plan and she couldn't bear that idea.

but her current worries were thrown on the back burner when she watched a much bigger player from montreal's team check chris, sending him flying back against the ice, his head ricocheting off the ice, leaving chris laying flat on the ice.

chris' coach calls a time-out while paramedics quickly make their way onto the ice, carrying chris off the ice, and before y/n could react, she was pushing her way through the bustling crowd and stomping down the stairs, quickly sprinting to chris' change room.

"i'm sorry ma'am but you can't be in here."

"i'm his fiance." y/n spits, pushing her way into the change room, immediately rushing to chris, raising her hand to play with his hair, pausing momentarily to silently ask for permission which was granted by him leaning into her touch.

"we're okay, if anything happens, we'll call for you." chris rasps, waving away the paramedics, sighing sadly after being told he's not allowed back on the ice for the rest of the game to prevent being knocked around again because he was highly vulnerable to getting a concussion right now.

"tell me something to distract me, baby." chris whispers, pulling y/n into his lap, the bulky padding beneath her feeling foreign as she leans her head on his shoulder.

"i'm not sure what to talk about." she laughs as he rubs his hand back and forth along her thigh.

"your news from earlier."

"oh." she squeaks, her voice almost inaudible as she realizes that it's now or never. sighing, she grabs the test out of her pocket from beneath the spare jersey she wore, placing it into chris' hand with a heartbroken expression and timid voice,

"we're pregnant, chris."

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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Reunited

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mcdavid97: Best friend finally back in my arms ❤️ tagged: yourinsta

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user: *cough cough* more than Best Friends *cough cough*

yourinsta: My fav 💕

mcdavid97: You're my fav ❤️

dylstrome19: OMG Y/N IS BACK!!!!

yourbestie: Can't wait to see you both!

mcdavid97: hurry up so drat27 will stop whining!

drat27: Just missing my lady! You wouldn't shut up about y/n so you can't talk!

yoursis: keep her safe mcdavid

mcdavid97: promise

user: are they dating?

user: no, they are just best friends but everyone wants them to date.

marner16: You finally decide to come to Canada 🙄

yourinsta: I had school so I couldn't come

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yourinsta: Christmas Tree Hunting 🎄🎄🎄 tagged: mcdavid97

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yourbestie: Couple goals/friend goals

user: I wish I had a relationship like them ❤️

mcdavid97: shortie ❤️

yourinsta: shut up❤️

user: goals

dylstrome19: Can't wait until Christmas with our families!

yourinsta: it will be lit 🔥 kennedymoore better be coming Dyl!

kennedymoore: Oh I am coming yourinsta no doubt about that!

marner_93: just date already 🙄

user: user couple goals or what?

user: they are "just friends"

zstrome: like every year🙄

clove_bennet: I can't wait!

user: She's just a normal person who grew up with Con, that's what I like about her. He isn't just "The Next One" to her, he's her best friend.

bianca_skye: Why can't you two just admit your feelings?

yourinsta: 🙈🙈🙈

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hollymcdavid: Sister is finally home x tagged: yourinsta

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user: How sweet ❤️

user: HAPPY HOLIDAYS 🎄🎄🎄

yourinsta: I've missed youuuu ❤️❤️❤️

hollymcdavid: Missed you too x

user: 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

mcdavid97: Glad she's finally home with me ❤️❤️❤️

cammcdavid: us*

yourbestie: I'll be joining you soon 💕

user: Ahhh we should be celebrating the fact that y/n and the McDavid's are reunited.

cammcdavid: Love you both x

user: They'll be future sister in laws #futuremcdavid

stephlechance: You two are so adorable!

yourinsta: Thank you gorg x I can't wait to see you and mitch!

sydneyesiason: We have to do a lunch when you come to Toronto x

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mcdavid97: My angel 💕 tagged: yourinsta

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yourinsta: My cap 💕

user: I can just imagine how he looks at her. literal heart eyes.

hollymcdavid: Get someone who looks at you like Con looks at Tavia 😍

yourbestie: agreed it's been like that since day 1 👌🏻

cammcdavid: 🤢🤢🤢

dylstrome19: whipped since 98' yourbestie

marner16: so true 😂

mcdavid97: 🤷🏻‍♀️ dylstrome19 marner16 yourbestie

zstrome: Ask her out McDavid

yoursis: Naw 😍 oscardaniels look at this!

oscardaniels: Nawww the youngsters are being cute

clove_bennet: You two are precious dolls!

user: She is so small!!! Imagine her next to Connor!

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yourinsta: Favourite Place. Favourite Food. Favourite Person. What more can I want?! 😍 tagged: mcdavid97

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mikkymarrelli: How are you two so cute yet you two aren't dating?!

user: "Aren't dating"

mcdavid97: I couldn't ask for anything more 😍

drat29: Maybe a Stanley Cup?

user: Leon with the hopes and dreams.

user: that will be crushed

yoursis: Obviously y/n cooked cammcdavid

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pastrnaks-sainz · 1 year

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36 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

Black Tie

Pairing: Connor McDavid x reader

Type: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Every once in a while there was a black tie event hosted by the team that Connor had to attend. As a member of the Oilers organization you also had to attend. You and Connor both hated fake sipping champagne and talking to people you hardly knew. For the past two years that similarity drew you to each other. This year, though, had Connor feeling flirty.

Request: Request #29 with Connor McDavid? 👉🏼👈🏼 (from anon)

Fluff Prompt #29: “Who gave you permission to go out in public looking like that?”

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It was nearing the point in the evening when your social battery was dangerously close to zero. Like, blinking red about to be stranded in the middle of the ocean with no life preserver, dangerously close to zero. And if you knew Connor McDavid as well as you thought you did, his would be in the danger zone too.

“That time of the night, Y/N?” Zach chirped as you walked past him. You shot him a look and playfully flipped him off as you continued on your way to what would become your safe corner for the night. You sat down and tried your best to look like you didn’t want to jump out the window.

“I see the clock has struck midnight for the both of us,” the voice of your fellow introvert Connor McDavid had you genuinely smiling for the first time all night.

“Thank god,” you sighed as he sat down at the table across from you, placing his drink down in front of him. “It looks like you lasted longer than me this year.”

“I actually think we both tapped out at the same time,” Connor said, looking around for any sponsors he might have to hide from. “There are times I rethink my career choice and this is one of them.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, making eye contact with him. Like always, your stomach fluttered. “This industry isn’t the best if you’re not an extrovert.”

“I genuinely have no idea how Leon does it,” Connor said, looking over to see Leon Draisaitl in the middle of the room somehow managing three different conversations and one of them was in German. “Man is a god.”

“He has to be,” you agreed, shaking your head in awe. “There is literally no other explanation.”

Connor laughed and took a sip of his drink. He swallowed before turning his gaze onto you. Your cheeks heated up to the point you would have sworn your face was literally glowing.

“So what was the conversation that did you in?” with his question the party around you seemed to melt away.

“New camera equipment, believe it or not,” you answered.

“Really?” Connor was surprised. “I thought you loved getting new gear?”

“I do, believe me I do,” you worked for the Edmonton Oilers’ media department. Getting new gear before a season was like Christmas. “But there was just something about it tonight that I could not sit through.”

“Business conversations are the worst,” Connor agreed. “I couldn’t even explain what the one I just abandoned was about. I think it was skate laces? I don’t even know.”

“Who knew these black tie events could be so goddamn boring,” you said, eliciting a laugh from Connor.

“Agreed.”

Connor thought for a second before speaking again. He wasn’t sure if it was the amount of drinks he’d had at the party or if it was something else, but he had a little extra courage that had his threshold for stupidity so far up it was in danger of becoming part of the ballroom ceiling.

“Hey, wanna leave?”

“I’m sorry?” you looked at him in shock. You had been to countless of events like these and ended up in this scenario countless of times before but not once had Connor proposed the idea of ditching. “I know you won’t get fired but I still have my job to worry about.”

“Oh don’t worry about it,” Connor said as he stood up. Oh. He was serious. “If someone gives you a hard time just point them in my direction. I’ll say you were feeling sick and since I was with you you just asked me to take you home.”

“Alright, I guess that’s believable enough,” you answered and took his hand, allowing him to help you up from your seat.

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79 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

500th

Pairing: David Pastrnak x reader

Type: Smut

Warnings: Oral (f+m receiving), fingering, swearing, protected sex, hair pulling kink, cockwarming 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: You knew David was close to 500 career points, but you didn't expect him to reach that milestone in his first game back after being out for three weeks. The good mood he was in when he got home somehow became an even better mood when he saw you in nothing but a pair of heels and his jersey.

Smut Prompt #8: “A beautiful sight, you wearing nothing but my jersey waiting for me” Smut Prompt #15: “Pull my hair”

A/N: I guess this is a part two to 200th. Also i am on my knees for pasta, literally would do anything for him

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David hummed to himself as he unlocked the apartment door and let himself in. He was in a good mood. His first game back after being injured against Detroit could not have gone better. He didn't expect to score the first goal of the game, but when you’re David Pastrnak anything can happen apparently.

That anything can include coming home to seeing your girlfriend laying in the middle of your bed wearing nothing but a very sexy pair of heels and your jersey. David dropped his bag on the floor, his jaw hanging open. He shamelessly raked his eyes up and down your body.

“What’s all this?” he asked once he found his voice.

“You had a big game,” you responded in the best sultry voice you could muster. “I thought you deserved a little reward.”

“A reward?” David hummed, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. He took a couple steps forward and knelt on the bed beside you. His finger tips lightly skimmed over your ankle. “A beautiful sight, you wearing nothing but my jersey waiting for me.”

“I thought you might like it,” you responded, pushing yourself to sit up and meet his lips. David kissed you fervently. You moaned against him, hand coming to cup the back of his head and hold him in place.

You used the leverage you had gained against him to flip him onto his back.

“What’s all this?” he asked, tucking his arm behind his head and watching you get to work unbuttoning his pants.

“You know how a milestone gets rewarded by now,” you smirked, pulling his pants and boxers down. His dick, hard and red, slapped against his stomach. David’s muscles tightened as the cool air of the room touched his tip.

You licked your lips, practically able to see his dick throbbing with want. The man was insatiable, and you were fully prepared to have a long night.

“Y/N, don’t just fucking look at it do something,” David’s voice was strangled.

“As you wish.”

He moaned, loud and long as you licked a thick stripe up the underside of his dick along the vein. He gathered your hair in a ponytail and gripped it tight. You brought your mouth down on him, taking as much as you could. His moans were music to your ears as you bobbed your head up and down. You hollowed your cheeks every once in a while, making him moan a little louder each time.

You knew David’s body so well that you could bring him to the edge and back three times before he started to get frustrated. And it wasn’t through his voice that you knew he was getting frustrated. It was when his hips would not stay still. He kept squirming, trying to find the right position in order to get some sort of relief. But every time he did you changed what you were doing.

It wasn’t until he gripped your hair a little bit tighter that you finally took pity on him. You gripped the base of his dick and gave him short but firm squeezes and alternated between gently sucking his tip and giving him little kitten licks. David’s stomach tightened as he came. His eyes screwed shut and he let out a strangled moan.

“Congratulations, baby,” your voice was hoarse as you crawled back up his body to whisper in his ear.

“You are going to be the fucking death of me,” David all but growled. He kissed you passionately, his lips claiming you as his own. You whimpered and let him push you onto your back. His hands traced your sides before reaching the hem of the jersey. He lifted it over your hips

“David,” you whimpered, snaking your hand into his hair as he lifted your legs onto his shoulders. You felt his breath on your dripping pussy before you felt his tongue. You jumped at the contact before allowing yourself to relax into his ministrations.

He knew your body as well as you knew his. It made sex that much more pleasurable. You squirmed as he switched between licking and sucking your clit and blowing cool air on it. He threw his arm over your hips to keep you still. You moaned louder than you had since he started and tugged on your hair.

David emitted a sound you’d never heard come from him before. He pulled away from your clit and looked up at you with dark, hooded eyes.

“Pull my hair,” he commanded. You shuddered at the sound of his voice but gave the roots of his hair another yank nonetheless. His eyes rolled back and his muscles tightened. “Fuck.”

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Friend From College

Pairing: Jeremy Swayman x reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Jeremy was quickly adopted by his new Bruins teammates. And that comes with being harassed by Brad Marchand and eventually Nick Foligno until you invite your closest friend down to Boston during Christmas break to meet your new teammates.

Request: Can you do 4 and 43 from fluff with swayman thank you in advance (from anon)

Fluff Prompt #4: “Is that my sweatshirt?” Fluff Prompt #43: “Will you two just kiss already?”

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Jeremy took a deep breath before walking into the locker room. For the past weeks, ever since Nick Foligno had walked in on him on FaceTime with you, he had been harassed about when he was “going to introduce us to your girlfriend, Swayman?” He was going to need all the luck he could get being around the team whenever there was even half a moment of silence.

“Good practice, Sway,” Patrice greeted him with a nod. Jeremy’s shoulders relaxed. Bergy was one of the only ones to not give him a hard time. Although he didn’t exactly take steps to stop the heckling whenever it started.

“Thanks,” Jeremy returned the greeting, taking a sip of his Dunkin coffee.

“Oh, hey, I have an extra ticket to the game tomorrow if you want it, Stephanie said she’d reserve the seat beside her,” Bergy said before leaving.

“Oh, sure,” Jeremy smiled. “Thanks, Cap.”

“No problem,” Patrice gave Sway a subtle wink before walking out to the equipment room.

Jeremy groaned. He knew exactly who Patrice wanted him to give that ticket to. But you were still in Maine with your family, you wouldn’t want to make that drive all the way down to Boston just for a hockey game. But then again, it was worth at least giving you a call, right?

“If I don’t call her they’re never going to let me forget it,” he sighed and picked up his phone, knowing that if one of the friends he’d made in Boston showed up tomorrow night with that ticket he would never live it down. He was pretty sure their next steps were going to be going through his phone, finding your number, calling you themselves, and telling you they thought Jeremy liked you. And he could never live with himself if that happened.

“Y/N! Your phone is ringing!” your little cousin yelled from the basement. You downed the rest of the drink in your glass before jogging down the stairs.

“Hello?” you answered, not even bothering to glance at the caller ID.

“Y/N!” Jeremy’s cheery voice was on the other end of the line. You smiled to yourself as you stepped into the toy closet to get away from the noise your younger family members were making.

“Thank god you called me,” you sighed. “I’m hiding from the kids. You gotta get me outta here, Jeremy.”

Jeremy’s chest warmed.

“Well lucky for you Bergy just offered me a ticket for the game tomorrow night if you want to come down,” he said, applauding himself for the smooth offer. He knew, though, that if any one of the guys walked in he would instantly crumble.

“Oh my god, please,” you were relieved. “I’m gonna drive down right now. Jeremy you have no idea how happy I am to get out of this reunion.”

“Anything for you, Y/N,” he said. “Let me know when you’re thirty minutes out. You can just come straight to my apartment, I’ll send you the address.”

“You’re a legend, Sway,” you said before hanging up and walking back up stairs.

“Who was that sweetie?” your mom asked as you reached for your keys.

“Jeremy,” you responded. “He invited me to the game tomorrow night. I’m gonna drive down this afternoon. I should be at his place by like eight. I’ll be back here on Monday.”

“Have fun!” she told you as you walked out the door, knowing you were going to take any escape you could to get away from the extended family in town for the weekend no matter what she said.

Jeremy was thankful that his mom forced him to buy one extra set of sheets than he thought he needed when he got home after practice. He was also thankful for his real estate agent for persuading him to get an apartment with a guest room. He set up the guest room before settling down on the couch.

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Bloodied and Bruised

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x reader

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Injury

Summary: Matthew wasn’t usually accident prone, but this morning’s practice had him beat up in more than one way. He’d taken a puck to the knee, causing him to limp for the rest of the day. And he’d gotten an accidental high stick to the face, causing a small but nasty cut just above his eyebrow. You knew it was bothering him more than usual after he begged you to stay with him.

Request: Hi can you write a Matthew Tkachuk imagine with the prompts 37 and 63 from your list where he had a rough practice and gets injured and you help bandage him up. You want to be there for him even though he usually keeps to himself but this time he needs comfort from his girlfriend with some cuddling please. Thank you! (from anon)

Fluff Prompt #37: “Quit being such a baby and let me put a new Band-Aid on your face” Fluff Prompt #63: “Can you- do you want to- please stay with me, I don’t want to be alone”

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The front door creaked, announcing Matt’s arrival home from practice. You grinned and hastily wiped your hands on the towel you had over your shoulder before tossing it down to the island. When you saw Matt standing at the end of the hallway, shoulders slumped and head down, you knew something was wrong.

“Matty, baby,” you hummed, brows furrowing in concern as you walked up to him. “What happened?”

“Got a little banged up,” he mumbled. You cupped your hand around his jaw and moved his head so you could get a close look at the cut above his eyebrow. A small white Band-Aid was overing it, but a few drops of blood had already seeped through it.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you wrapped your arms around his waist, expecting him to push you away like he always did when he was injured. But instead he melted into you, letting his head droop to your shoulder and his hands resting lightly on your hips. You knew the injury was bothering him.

“You’re really warm,” he said, his voice muffled by your hoodie.

“Come on, baby,” you took his hand and pulled him down the hallway to your bedroom. He followed like a puppy dog. You sat him down on the edge of the bed and went to retrieve the first-aid kit from where you’d stashed it under the sink.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he watched you open it and pull out a package of Band-Aids.

“Changing that Band-Aid,” you answered, flicking your eyes up to his cut. “There’s blood coming through it, if you keep it on it’ll get infected.”

Matt pouted up at you.

“Quit being such a baby and let me put a new Band-Aid on your face,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. Matt smirked and kept his eyes on you as you carefully peeled off the white Band-Aid and replaced it with one of the new ones.

“All better?” he asked.

“All better,” you nodded and placed a gentle kiss over the Band-Aid.

You turned around, ready to head back to the kitchen to finish making the mac n’ cheese you had started, when Matt’s hand latched around your wrist. You turned around, eyebrow raised in question.

“Can you- do you want to- please stay with me, I don’t want to be alone,” he muttered, hanging his head. Your heart panged. There must have been something more to his injuries acquired at practice that a cut over his eye.

“Did something else happen?” you asked, sitting down on the bed beside him.

“It’s nothing,” he tried shrugging it off. “I just took a puck to the knee, that’s all. It’s not a big deal.”

You watched as he pulled up the leg of the shorts he was wearing. An ugly purple bruise was starting to get darker.

“I’m gonna go get you an ice pack,” you said, leaving before he got the chance to protest. When you got back you found his curled up in bed, cuddling a pillow.

A smile shadowed your lips as you placed the ice pack on the bruise that was slowly forming on his left knee. The second Matt felt you near him he tossed aside the pillow and wrapped his arms around you instead.

Matty was usually like a porcupine when he was injured, never wanting people around him. You had no idea what caused this change in him but you liked it and you didn’t want it to go back to the way it was. He almost never let you play with his curls but now he was humming in contentment as you raked your fingers through his hair and twisted the curls around your fingers.

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corbincarroll · 3 years

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Early on, Connor’s mom Kelly didn’t really believe Connor would turn into the phenom he became and for a long time, wanted him to become a skier.

However, the sport of skiing didn’t stick for McDavid who wanted to spend every waking hour playing hockey; and, eventually, Kelly realized she was never going to get Connor away from the ice. [x]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CONNOR MCDAVID - JANUARY 13, 1997

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seguin-absorbed · 3 years

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movie night | mat barzal

A/N: hi this is my first ever hc and i wrote this originally for my friend chesni. i hope you like it and i don't know if i'm doing any of this right.

pairing: mat barzal x reader

warnings: none

mentions: connor mcdavid

summary: you and mat wanted a movie night but your friend and her boyfriend joined you.

word count: 1k

tagging you my hoe @intobarzal because you're the best!!! 💫

you were just finishing up your work for the day when your phone notified you that you received a text from your boyfriend.

love: movie night?

you smiled to yourself. this is exactly what you need after a tiring day.

you: sure. should i cook or order food?

but you didn't get a reply because a minute later, you hear your door unlock, revealing your boyfriend in all of his post practice glory.

apparently, he was already in the neighborhood when he asked if you wanted a movie night, so sadly there's no food yet.

you frowned at the thought. you wanted pizza. and ice cream.

mat dropped his bags on the floor and walked up to you while removing his shirt, "hi babe. how's your day?"

you reached up around his neck and pecked his lips, "it was good. i'm hungry though. why didn't you buy food?"

"sorry, i missed you so much that i had to get home quick."

"oh, knock it off."

he smiled at you. as cheesy as it sounds, that smile always ignites all the butterflies in your stomach, you can't help but say, "i love you, pouty face."

he was about to say it back when you hear a knock at the door.

mat looks down at you [damn his height] with a confused look, "are we expecting someone?"

you shook your head, "no, none that i know of."

"huh," he went to the door and unlocked it to reveal connor and y/f. "hi barzy! hi y/n! jesus, put a shirt on, mat. by the way, we brought food." she looks between the two of you, lifting the bags with food in them. "this is okay, right? i know it's pretty abrupt but connor and i just want some company."

"of course," you and mat said at the same time. he sneaked a loving glance at you.

"hi girl," y/f said giving you a hug. connor gave you a hug, too. sweet guy. and then the two guys did that weird bro hug. but not too weird, they're hockey boys anyway.

the other couple then proceeded to walk to the kitchen island to prepare the food, but not before connor kissed y/f's temple. again, sweet guy.

you followed the two to help them and then smell of pizza instantly hits you. the telepathy between you and y/f is getting weird. she just knows what food to buy, and when too.

"what's up my hoe, you doing good?" she asked.

"yeah. you?"

"i'm on my period, everything hurts." she groaned.

"you'll be fine babe," connor assured y/f. you swear she is red as a tomato. "y/n, we got ice cream too. can i put it in the freezer?" he asked. "sure," you replied.

instead of responding to her man, y/f shouts, "hey, pouty face! help us over here. where are the glasses? y/n? is it in the cupboards?" oh no she called him pouty face.

"pouty face?!" mat retorts from your bedroom doorway, he just changed into some comfy shirt and sweatpants. "babe? what is she talking about? i thought you're the only one who calls me tha—are you two talking behind my back? wow. okay. i don't even pout that much."

"yes, you do, dramatic boy." said y/f as she opens some pizza boxes. wow that smells really good.

"yeah, man." connor added.

"you do, babe. you're pouting right now." you snickered.

mat sighs, looking defeated. he went on to help prepare the drinks that y/f and connor bought and you tried to reach for some plates in the cupboard. as you were tiptoeing to get some, you felt hands snake up on your waist. "i love you too, by the way," mat whispered in your ear as he didn't get to say it back before the two lovebirds knocked at your door. and then you felt him kiss your cheek. it lingered there for quite a bit.

you turned around in his arms and gave him a peck on his lips and said, "good. now go grab the plates for me."

smiling, he reached up behind you, "sure, madam." you rolled your eyes at him.

you sneaked behind mat's back and asked the couple that were in the middle of a conversation, "hey guys, you wanna watch a movie?"

"sure!" they both exclaimed.

you guys headed to the living room carrying the pizza, drinks, glasses, and plates. barzy headed to your bedroom to go grab some blankets and extra pillows.

the four of you are now all cozy on the sofa so you started playing the movie.

"scoot closer," mat said softly. and when you did, he put you across his lap. "is this okay?" he asked.

"very," you blushed.

"okay, you want some pizza?"

your friend snorts and said, "you put her on your lap and you ask her if she wants pizza. how are you going to grab one then?"

"i'll ask you to do it, of course. that's why you're here."

y/f gasps and connor just laughs behind her. "y/n. your man. oh my god." she grunts jokingly. but she does grab a pizza anyway for all of you and handed you all your drinks.

you sigh in content and look around the room. connor and y/f are all cuddled up, focused on the movie, and then you turn to your boyfriend who is already looking at you and suddenly you feel shy.

"what?" you asked.

"nothing. it's just... i love you so much, babe." he smiles brightly at you and connected his forehead to yours.

you swear you just melted right then and there. this man is incredibly sweet. you can't really form the words in your mouth yet so you resorted to threading your hands through his soft hair.

when the butterflies finally calmed down, you kissed the tip of his nose and said, "i love you, too."

should i do part 2 from connor x reader's perspective? let me know

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idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 · 5 years

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Baby McDavid

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Yes – Anonymous X2

Tagging: @aw-hawkeye @caswinchester2000

Fandom: NHL

Relationship: Established; Connor McDavid x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: The Reader goes into labor with hers and Connor’s first child, when he’s away in Tampa for a game.

Word Count: 902

Warnings: Childbirth

Connor was awoken from his slumber by his phone going off. He groaned and heard Nuge in the other bed groan to and the ruffling of blankets and Connor assumed that he rolled over and covered his head with a pillow.

Connor grabbed his phone and he felt a bit of panic when he saw that it was you calling and that it was 3am.

“Are you okay?” Connor asked you, sitting up in his bed and kicking off the blankets so he could walk to the bathroom so he wouldn’t bother Nuge with being on the phone.

“I’m sorry for waking you,” you said, trying your hardest to keep the bit of panic out of your voice.

Connor ran his hand through his hair. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?”

“My water broke, Connor. I’m in labor.”

Connor felt like a bucket of ice water had been thrown over him and if he was tired before, he wasn’t anymore.

“Are you sure?” He asked you, pacing in the bathroom. Of course it would be his luck at he would be in Tampa, the furthest place from Edmonton when you went into labor.

You laughed. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure about that.” You took a deep breath. “My contractions are about twelve minutes apart and I would really like it if you didn’t miss the birth of our child.”

Connor nodded. “No, of course, I’m going to head to the airport and get on the first flight to Edmonton and I’ll call you when I know the departure time. Do you have someone there? Have you called someone?”

“My mom’s on her way over.” You replied. “I called her and then I called you.”

“That’s good. Text me when she gets there so I know you’re okay.”

You nodded. “Of course.”

The two of you fell into silence for a moment and you smiled, even though you knew Connor couldn’t see you. “Hey, Con?”

“Yeah?” He asked, his mind still racing over how he’s going to handle everything.

“We’re going to have a baby.” You whispered.

Connor smiled. “We’re going to have a baby.”

It was serval hours before the flight departed for Edmonton and it was a five hour flight and once he landed and got cell signal back, his phone lit up with text messages from your mom. He hurried to flag down a cab to head to the hospital before answering his text messages.

Conner: “Did she have the baby?”

Your mom: “No, not yet. She’s 9cm though so it’s going to happen soon.”

Connor: “I’m on my way to the hospital.”

Once at the hospital, he jumped out of the car and nearly forgot his suitcase. Once he had his suitcase, he hurried into the hospital and towards labor and delivery. He didn’t bother asking the receptionist for the room number since your mom had texted it to him earlier.

“I’m here, I’m here.” He said as he walked into the room, pushing his bag into the corner before walking over to you, taking your hand into his.

“You are so glad you made it because if you didn’t, I would have kill you.” You told him.

Connor gave you a smile. “I know, but I made it. I’m here. I’m here and we’re going to have a baby.”

When it came time to push, Connor got in behind you and he helped the doctor count for your pushes and whispered reassuring and motivating words in your ear between contractions.

And you pushed and you pushed and you pushed.

It was agony, true agony.

The pain was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

Connor repeated to you in soothing and motivational tones how great you were doing and how excited he was to meet the baby.

And finally, your baby was here. You felt the infant leave your body and you and Connor heard the baby’s cry.

“It’s a boy!” The doctor called and then clamped the cord and looked up at Connor. “Do you want to cut the cord?”

Connor nodded and slowly and carefully got out from behind you so that he could cut the cord. If he was being honest, the whole thing was very gross, but at the same time it was wonderful.

The baby was then passed to a nurse who cleared its airway and wiped it off a little before she wrapped the baby in a blanket and passed the child to you.

Connor followed the baby and sat down on the side of your bed to look down at you and the baby. You cradled the baby on your chest and just looked down into the baby’s beautiful eyes, they looked just like Connor’s, if they stayed that colour. Connor, like you, was captivated by your newborn.

He reached out with shaking hands to cup your hand, which was supporting the infant. You felt him release a shaky breath.

“Hello.” Connor whispered to the child and brought his pointer finger out to stroke the baby’s cheek.

“Do you want to hold him?” You asked Connor and he nodded.

You gently passed the baby to Connor, who cradled the small infant in his arms. “I’m your daddy.”

You leaned over towards him so that you could rest on his shoulder. “I love you so much. You did a great job cooking this guy up.” He said and the kissed the top of your head.

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not-another-imagine-blog · 7 years

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Ouch (Connor McDavid)

Anonymous said:

hey I think #34 would be really funny with connor mcdavid but if the reader was the one who broke something??

#34: “You broke what?!?” - “Don’t worry, I’m okay.”

Word count: 983

Warnings: Mentions of being in a hospital

“You’re joking.” You say to the doctor standing in front of you. He shakes his head and points to the x-ray.

“I’m afraid not, Ms. (Y/L/N). You broke your ankle clean through.” You let out a groan.

“You’re not going to have to cast it or anything, are you?” The doctor gives you a stern look.

“What part of ‘you broke your ankle clean through’ leads you to believe we might just be able to put it in a boot?” You sigh and take out your phone.

“That means I’m gonna have to tell Connor.” You say seriously.

“Sorry?” The doctor asks.

“My boyfriend. He always tells me I’m going to break a bone doing something stupid, and guess what I did?”

“You broke your ankle by-”

“I tried to step around the cat and she tripped me.” You mutter. “You’re absolutely positive we have to cast it?” The doctor looks at you sympathetically.

“I’m afraid so. If it will make your boyfriend feel better, I’ve had people break bones doing things much more stupid than trying to step over a cat.” You smile slightly. “A technician will be in soon to cast your ankle, alright?”

“Thank you, Doctor.” The doctor nods before leaving the room, muttering something about ‘those damn kids on hoverboards.’ You glance at the time on your phone.

12:30.

That meant that Connor and his teammates were just getting into the locker room after practice.

“Better now than later.” You say to yourself as you find Connor’s contact. Pressing the ‘call’ button, you bring the phone up to your ear and start nervously chewing on a nail.

“Don’t pick up, don’t pick up, don’t pick up.” You chant to yourself. Unfortunately, the gods don’t care about your pleas.

“(Y/N)? Hey, what’s up?” You let out a nervous laugh.

“Are you sitting down?” You ask.

“Uh, yeah? Is everything okay, babe?”

“Well, you know how you always joke that I’m going to break a bone doing something stupid?” Connor falls silent for some of the longest seconds of your week.

“You didn’t.” He says, deadly calm.

“To be fair though, it was the cat that broke my ankle. Blame her.”

“You broke what?” Connor yells.

“My ankle.” You say quietly. “But don’t worry, I’m okay!” Connor lets out a dry laugh.

“You’re ‘okay?’ (Y/N), you’re sitting in the E.R. with a broken ankle! Does it hurt?” He asks.

“Not really. They gave me some pain meds, so I’m good now.” Connor groans.

“(Y/N)!”

“Please don’t be mad at me!” You plead.

“What?”

“I didn’t mean to break my ankle!”

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I’m sitting in the hospital with a broken ankle.” You say meekly.

“How could I ever be mad at you? It’s just a broken bone, sweetheart. The only thing that matters to me is that you’re okay. Which hospital are you at? I’m leaving right now.” You quickly give him the name of the hospital. You can hear Connor explaining the situation to his teammates who all wish you a faint ‘get well’ from over the phone. Connor stays on the line with you while he drives to the hospital.

“How was pract-ow!” You’re cut off by a sudden stab of pain coursing through your leg. The technician, lightly applying the plaster to your leg, smiles apologetically at you.

“Sorry darling. Are you going to need more meds?” You shake your head, your lips pressed into a thin line.

“I’m fine.” You grimace.

“(Y/N)? Hey, are you okay?” Connor’s asking you over the phone. You nod before realizing that he can’t see you.

“Oh, I’m just fine. This feels like rolling around with a bunch of kittens.” You say, sarcasm dripping from your words.

“I think that’s the wrong situation for you to be in right now.”

“Oh, ha ha.” You laugh. Connor lets you know that he’s walking into the hospital and you hang up the phone, knowing you’ll hear him soon enough.

You were absolutely right. No less than two minutes after hanging up you hear footsteps running down the hall.

“That’s my boyfriend.” You smile and whisper to the technician, who gives you an understanding nod.

“(Y/N)!” Connor throws open the heavy door, rushing to your side. He kisses your forehead and stares at your half-wrapped foot. “Oh, God, I was so worried about you.” He moans. You laugh and reach a hand up to his face.

“I’m fine, really! The doctor said it was a clean break. No surgery!” You say brightly. Connor, however, is already onto the next subject.

“I am seriously not letting you off of the couch for-how long does she have to be in this thing?” He asks the technician.

“Six weeks.” He replies, eyes never leaving the task at hand.

“Six weeks.” Connor finishes.

“Unfortunately, we both have jobs. It’s not like I lost a limb!” You contest.

“Please, (Y/N), let me be that overprotective boyfriend, just this once?” He looks at you pleadingly. You, always the stubborn one, think for a moment before sighing.

“Fine. But I don’t want you to-ow!” You cry out again as you can feel the bone being set into place. Connor grabs your hand and lets you squeeze his hand as hard as you need to.

After the cast is done being set, Connor elects to save the trip by picking up you and your crutches.

“Connor!” You protest as he swings you into his arms.

“Pretty sure you agreed to let me be overprotective, (Y/N).” Connor grins down at you as he walks towards the car. You huff and elect to just be silent instead of arguing. If there was one good thing that came out of breaking your ankle, you think, it’s that you broke it while dating the most loyal guy in the world.

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sutterbabe · 7 years

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Was tagged by the amazing @megsforbreakfast

a / age - 16

b / biggest fear – Rejection 

c / current time – 10.43 am

 d / drink you had last - Water 

e / everyday starts with - turning off five different alarms and then a run if i get out of bed 

f / favourite songs - Unfair. I can’t pick a couple.

 g / ghosts are real? - heck yeah bud.

 h / hometown - Cannnnberrraaaa

 i / in love with – carter hart, the washington capitals, music, theatre

 j / jealous of - normal people

k / killed someone - jfc no

 l / last time you cried - Yesterday, over connor mcdavid bc he’s SO SOFT

m / middle name – ugh, my parents named me after a male ballerina so it’s darcey

 n / number of siblings - 2

o / one wish – Uh selfish but to be better

 p / person you last called/texted – my  dad

q / questions you’re always asked - “can you chill?” and the answer is no i cannot

 r / reasons to smile – Canada is so pure

s / song last sang – One day more from Les Mis 

t / time you woke up – 8.00 am 

u / underwear color – 0.o black  

v / vacation destination – qld to see my fam

w / worst habit - Procrastinating, talking too much about myself when i get nervous

x / xrays you have had – Teeth

y / your favourite food – this is a rude question i can’t pick one .

z / zodiac sign - Aries

I tag: @drabblemesilly @leafstrashtm @two-minute-minor @megakronner

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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WAG Dates

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franvangel: WAGs Hockey Night ❤️ tagged: mikkymarrelli, yourbestie and yourinsta

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user: 😍😍😍😍

yourinsta: Love our date nights, watching the boys 😘

youbestie: but your still not dating McDavid?!

user: Do they gather and watch away games together?!

user: Honestly I love this group of WAGs ❤️❤️❤️

sarapitlick: Why does the baby of the group look so gorgeous 😍

yourinsta: babeeee 😍

brittlucic: Favourite date nights ❤️

username: Why can't I live this life?!

mkaberg: Babes 😍

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yourinsta: Good luck with your away game tonight, I'm watching 💕 tagged: mcdavid97 and edmontonoilers

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mcdavid97: I'll score for you y/n❤️

yoursis: Go Connor!!!

cammcdavid: Good luck little bro 🙏🏻

dylstrome19: like usual 🙄

zstrome: ❤️

user: these two should just get together 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

drat27: We will win, don't you worry about that!

yourbestie: GO OILERS! Go baby drat27

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yourbestie: Babysitting Talbot Twins w/ y/n 😍 tagged: yourinsta

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user: Is that Landon or Sloan?

user: OMFG SO CUTEEE

username: IMAGINE IF THAT WAS HER AND CONNORS BABY

keltalbot: Thanks babes x

user: I can't wait for y/n and connor to date and have babies and marry and everything

camtalbot: Look after them well!!!!

user: How small is that baby?!

user: That would have to be Landon.

mcdavid97: My Future ❤️

yourinsta: 😍😘 x

yourbestie: and your still not dating?

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yourinsta: These cuties loving their new presents from Aunty y/n and Aunty y/f/n❤️ tagged: keltalbot and camtalbot

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keltalbot: OMG MY BABIES ARE SO CUTE!!!!!

yourinsta: yes yes yes they are. Love my bubbas

user: They're so cute!

mcdavid97: And Uncle Connor!

user: #babyfever

user: Can Connor and y/n have a child already? please?

laurenrodych: You two spoil the twins so much 😂

drat27: Spoilt again…

user: Can I steal these cuties?

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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CONNOR MCDAVID X READER SERIES MASTERLIST

Reunited

Platonic Dates

Are They The NHL Power Couple or Just Best Friends?

Game Day

Christmas Traditions

WAG Dates

In Memory

Emotional Night For The Oilers' Captain and Family

Celebrations

Connor McDavid and Y/n L/n Are FINALLY Dating

First Date

Fun Shenanigans

How Karate Shaped Me Into Who I Am Today

Road Trip

The masterlist is in chronological order. But this series will most likely be posted in order with the occasional throwback or random post somewhere in the timeline.

This series also may end up with an actual name but I haven't fully decided on all the details. Oops.

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swissboyhisch · 11 months

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How Karate Shaped Me Into Who I Am Today (Connor McDavid x Reader Blog Post)

Karate; A martial art that works around the concept of taking down your opponent with one strike. It was the sport I took up when I was only six after my father had taken me to his friend's dojo to have a look. It was thanks to my father I started the journey to where I am today, a four-time world champion in both of my events with my eyes set on Tokoyo 2020.

When I was 6, I was a quiet girl who kept to myself and my two friends, Connor and (Y/b/f/n). I had few friends and struggled to make more at school. That was until about six months after I had enrolled in karate. Karate boosted my confidence in myself and helped me make many friends. Essentially, they became more like another family to me. Similar to how Connor considers the Oilers as his family.

It wasn't until I started competing that I truly began to understand why I was so in love with the sport. The sense of family within the team really escalates once you begin to compete. But what I fell in love with was the fast pace of the day or weekend. From the early starts to make sure you're there for the bow in, to the grueling kumite fights. Depending on which events I am in, affects how my day will be. I could start my day with some judging or coaching; other days, my event may be first on the mat. I could spend the whole day judging (minus my events).

With each competition, I became more confident in myself and my abilities. I started to open up more to other people. Because of this, I had made friends with other karatekas from other provinces and countries. With each new friend, I was becoming more outspoken and extroverted.

It wasn't until I was 12 and represented Canada for the first time that most people realised how much I had grown. I went around between my events and talked to everyone on my team. Once I had spoken to everyone, I moved on to other national teams. Starting with the USA, of course, I often moved onto the Australian and New Zealand teams next. Some of these people I still keep in contact with to this very day.

These are my friends from the French national team that I made a few years ago when I was 15. This photo was taken last year at the world championships. I love seeing all my friends from different countries. It's like a competition between the competitors to take photos with as many teams as you can.

Honestly, without karate, I don't know what I'd be doing. I train every day, dedicating my life to becoming the best athlete I can (like many other professionals). I'm so excited for the next coming years, especially with the Olympics which includes karate for the first time. I have been waiting for years for this, and I'm excited about the outcome.

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pastrnaks-sainz · 2 years

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Black Tie

Pairing: Connor McDavid x reader

Type: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.1k

Request: Request #29 with Connor McDavid? 👉🏼👈🏼 (from anon)

Fluff Prompt #29: “Who gave you permission to go out in public looking like that?”

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“I see the clock has struck midnight for the both of us,” the voice of your fellow introvert Connor McDavid had you genuinely smiling for the first time all night.

“Thank god,” you sighed as he sat down at the table across from you, placing his drink down in front of him. “It looks like you lasted longer than me this year.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, making eye contact with him. Like always, your stomach fluttered. “This industry isn’t the best if you’re not an extrovert.”

“He has to be,” you agreed, shaking your head in awe. “There is literally no other explanation.”

Connor laughed and took a sip of his drink. He swallowed before turning his gaze onto you. Your cheeks heated up to the point you would have sworn your face was literally glowing.

“So what was the conversation that did you in?” with his question the party around you seemed to melt away.

“New camera equipment, believe it or not,” you answered.

“Really?” Connor was surprised. “I thought you loved getting new gear?”

“Business conversations are the worst,” Connor agreed. “I couldn’t even explain what the one I just abandoned was about. I think it was skate laces? I don’t even know.”

“Who knew these black tie events could be so goddamn boring,” you said, eliciting a laugh from Connor.

“Agreed.”

“Hey, wanna leave?”

“Alright, I guess that’s believable enough,” you answered and took his hand, allowing him to help you up from your seat.

“What do you think about ice cream?” he asked as you slipped out of the ballroom and made your way through the hotel lobby towards the valet.

“I could go for some ice cream,” you agreed, holding tight to your clutch as if it was your only life preserver in the middle of the ocean.

“Ice cream on me, then,” Connor shot you a lopsided grin before passing the parking slip to the valet. You watched as he made conversation with the people at the valet stand, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. You had always found Connor attractive, but there was something about tonight that amplified it. For now you were going to blame it on his suit until you figured out what it was.

The valet pulled up with Connor’s car and passed him the keys. Connor opened the passenger side door for you and held out a hand to help you into the low to the ground Jaguar. Of course he drove a Jag. You expected nothing less.

“Thank you,” you smiled to him, adjusting the long skirt of your formal dress as he closed the door softly behind you. You watched as he jogged around to the driver side and climbed in.

“I know this really great ice cream place a couple minutes away,” he said as he drove away from the hotel. “Believe me, the amount of times I’ve gone there over the summer is testament to how good it is.”

“I believe you,” you answered. He tossed you a quick grin before turning his attention back to the road.

Connor had been right. The ice cream place was amazing. It was themed like a 1950s diner, complete with the glass cups. You sat next to him at the counter, feeling only a little bit out of place in your formal dress and heels with your hair and makeup done to make you look as though you were attending a royal wedding. You were thankful for the late hour and the lack of people out getting ice cream.

“You were right,” you hummed after your first bite of the frozen treat. “This is amazing.”

“I’m always right,” he teased, nudging you. “Hey, you got a little something on your lip.”

“Ah, dang it,” you put your spoon down and tried to wipe away whatever it was Connor had seen. “Did I get it?”

“No,” he shook his head. “Here, let me.”

Your night had been full of things you weren’t expecting. And Connor McDavid leaning it and kissing you was one of them. The tip of his tongue gathering the chocolate that your ice cream had left on your lip was another. Even though they were a part of the same thing, they deserved their own spots on the List of Unexpected Things.

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pastrnaks-sainz · 4 years

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Welcome to Canada

Pairing: Vince Dunn x female!reader

Type: Fluff

Warnings: A single swear

Word Count: 913

Summary: When Vince finds out his girlfriend has never been to Canada, he instantly makes plans to bring her along on the next Blues road trip. Every free minute he gets he spends showing her around the cities.

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“You’re dating a hockey player and you’ve never been to Canada?” Vince asked from his spot, lounging on the couch with your pet rabbit sleeping on his chest. “How is that possible?”

“Just haven’t gotten around to it,” you shrugged as you smirked to yourself and continued typing your report for your job at the St. Louis History Museum. “Been a little busy lately. The shipment from Egypt is taking up all of my time.”

“Right,” Vince hummed. “Your probably cursed Mummy?”

“Yeah, it is probably cursed,” you sighed and pushed your chair away from your desk. “Alright, if I stare at this computer screen for any longer my eyes are gonna start to bleed. What do you want to do?”

“I wanna take you to Canada on my road trip next week,” Vince said as he reached for his phone, taking care not to disturb the sleepy bunny on his chest. “Can you take the week off?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “Let me check.”

“If you say you can’t come so help me-”

“I can give my work to Lyllia,” you said, scrolling through your work for the next week. “She owes me one anyway.”

“Good,” Vince said, tapping away at his phone. “And coach said there’s an extra spot on the plane for you. Is your passport updated?”

“Yup,” you said, looking over at your boyfriend with a smile.

“Alright,” he tossed his phone down. “Looks like we’re going to Canada.”

STOP 1: CALGARY

“We’ll get a few more days off on the next stop,” Vince told you as he stood up, sheets clinging to his legs. “But for now, you’ll just have to settle for watching the game.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I get over this jet lag,” you yawned and curled against the pillows. Vince laughed in the corner as he pulled on his dress shirt.

“I’ll see you in a couple hours, baby,” he said as he walked back over to you. You hummed as he leaned down and kissed your forehead gently.

Jet lag had hit you like a ton of bricks. Under normal circumstances, when Vince was changing into his suit, you would have been on him in seconds. But now you were so tired you could barely stand on your own.

“My savior,” you hummed as the injured Jordan Binnington handed you a coffee. “My God, how do you do this all the time?”

“You get used to it,” Jordan laughed. I’ll see you in the box, yeah?”

You nodded and leaned against the brick wall outside the locker room. You closed your eyes, only to open them when you heard Vince call your name.

“Come on, baby,” he smirked. “Time for my pregame kiss.”

“You are so lucky I love you so much,” you laughed, pushing yourself off the wall. You pecked his lips, ignoring his pleading look for more. “Don’t hurt yourself out there.”

“Don’t worry about me, baby.”

STOP 2: VANCOUVER

“There’s a carnival in town and we’re going, no excuses,” Vince said, putting his phone down on the nightstand beside the bed.

“Okay,” you said, standing up and pulling a pair of jeans out of your bag.

“That was much easier than I thought it was going to be,” Vince said to himself as he followed you.

“Come on,” you took his hand after hastily putting your jeans and boots on. “You’re winning me a teddy bear.”

“Finally!” Vince exclaimed after twenty minutes of playing the same trying to win you your teddy bear. You laughed as he hugged you enthusiastically. You left your arm wrapped around his waist as the carny handed him the teddy bear he’d pointed to.

“Thanks, baby,” you smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek as he handed you the bear.

“I can’t believe we’ve never done that before,” Vince said as you walked away from the booth towards a small bench.

“I know, what kind of a boyfriend are you?” you teased as you leaned into his shoulder.

“The kind that loves my girlfriend no matter what,” he retorted, kissing the top of your head.

STOP 3: EDMONTON

“Holy shit it’s Connor McDavid,” you muttered, stopping dead in your tracks. Vince sighed and looked down at the ground.

“Wanna meet him?” he asked, looking up at you. You nodded and smiled brightly. “Okay, come on.”

“Dunner!” Connor exclaimed when he saw you and Vince walking towards him. “What’s up, man? Who’s this?”

“Hey,” Vince smiled. “This is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

Your eyes were locked on Connor, making you miss the look full of love Vince gave you.

“Hi, Y/N,” Connor smiled, shaking your hand gently. “How long are you guys going to be in Edmonton after tonight?”

“Just tomorrow,” Vince answered. You were too starstruck to say anything. “Leaving around noon.”

“Man, I wish you were here longer,” Connor said. “Next time you’re in Edmonton text me, we’ll get together and do something.”

“Sounds good, man,” Vince nodded. You snapped out of your daze as you started walking away. You looked up at Vince to see him roll his eyes.

“Are you jealous?” you asked, a small laugh in your voice.

“What?” Vince’s voice went way higher than it normally does. He cleared his throat and shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

“Aw baby,” you giggled. “You know I only have eyes for you.”

“So cheesy,” he sighed but smiled nonetheless.

“I am and you love it.”

“Yes I do.”

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swissboyhisch · 5 years

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I Brought Too Many Sorry

Pair: Connor McDavid x Reader

Requested: Yes/No

Word Count: 584

A/N: I love Connor McDavid, so I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Swearing

THE MASTERLIST JOIN THE TAGLIST HOCKEY DISCORD

You laid on the couch in your shared apartment, binge-watching Teen Wolf on Netflix while waiting for Connor to return from practice. Mother Nature had decided to visit you today, meaning you were cramping like hell and craving a block of white chocolate. At one point, Stiles did a Sassy Stiles moment causing you to laugh then groan in disgust.

You sat up and hobbled your way to the bathroom, checking under the sink for another pad.

“Fuck,” You groan, realising you forgot to buy another packet when you went shopping last week.

You shuffled through the cupboards, trying to find anything that could allow you to go buy more, but you came up empty. Sighing in regret, you grab your phone and decide to message Connor, who you had only been dating for 6 months. You slowly typed out your message, not really wanting to go through this awkward moment.

(Y/N): Hey babe, can you please buy me some more pads on your way home? I ran out :( Just grab me the regular with wings, please

You decide to have a shower while you wait for Connor to return home, hopefully with your much-needed item. While you were in the shower, you didn’t realise your phone was being spammed with messages. Once you hopped out after you nice, somewhat relaxing shower, you checked your phone to see if Connor had replied.

McJesus <3: Yeah sure

McJesus <3: Oh god, why are there so many?!

McJesus <3: Which ones? These so many different ones with wings!

McJesus <3: Like which coloured packet?

McJesus <3: Okay I’m just getting multiple packets, that should cover it

McJesus <3: Oh god, the dude behind the counter is looking at me weirdly for buying pads.

McJesus <3: He was judging me so bad!!

You were about to type out your reply when the door to your apartment opens.

“I’m home!” Connor calls down the hallway, alerting you of his arrival.

“In the bathroom!” You reply, wrapping a towel around your body.

After a few minutes, the door of the bathroom was pushed opened a tad, and a bag was held out for you.

“Sorry I got so many,” Connor mumbled, embarrassed. “I didn’t know what brand you weren’t replying.”

You smiled and took the bag from his outstretched hand, glad he had even agreed to your request, “It’s fine Love. Thank you for grabbing me them.”

You did everything you had to and got dressed into some sweatpants, that were black, and an Edmonton hoodie that you borrowed from Connor. You made your way back to the lounge room where your couch was pulled out into the bed, with fluffy blankets and pillows all over it and Connor in the middle in a blanket burrito.

“I thought we could watch some Game of Thrones,” He simply suggested, shrugging and opening his arms so you could crawl into them.

You smiled, thankful for everything your boyfriend had done for you. After turning off the lights and closing the curtains, you returned to Connor’s embrace on the bed.

“So I have some junk food for this binge-watch, including chocolate, chips and Oreos. Also some Powerade to keep up your electrolytes,” Connor states, pulling out a bag with the snack he brought.

“And you’re allowed to eat those?” You sass, smirking at your boyfriend.

He shrugs and simply grins, “I am if you don’t tell anyone.”

You laugh, opening a pack of Oreos and feeding him one, “I promise.”

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swissboyhisch · 5 years

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I’m Your Favourite, Eh?

Pair: Connor McDavid x Reader

Requested: Yes/No

Word Count: 947

A/N: I love Con and was writing a fanfic that i never finished. I used that to inspire this. Enjoy :)

Warnings: None

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Today was the day of the All-Star skills competition and you and Connor agreed that Calder was old enough to travel so here you and Calder were, getting ready to head over to the arena to watch the Skills competition. You changed Calder into an Oilers jumpsuit with his daddy’s name on the back before settling him on the pile of pillows on the middle of my bed. Once he was settled, you got ready yourself, pulling on some black skinny jeans, your McDavid jersey and a pair of worn converses. You quickly pull your hair into a messy bun before getting everything ready to leave. After everything was ready, you picked up Calder and headed down to where the bus was waiting for all the WAGs.

“(Y/N)!” You hear someone shout.

You turn and see Carey Price’s wife, hastily walking towards you with their daughter in her arms.

“Hey Angela,” You smile, hugging the girl.

“Oh my god,” Angela squeals quietly, seeing Calder in your arms. “Can I have a hold?”

You nod and pass her Calder while you get to hold Liv, her and Carey’s daughter. You both board the bus and find a seat where you could chat away quietly about how everything was in your lives. The short ride to the arena that was filled with catching up with Ange. When the bus pulled up, you grabbed the diaper bag before following Ange off the bus.

“I’m going to sit with some of the girls from the Atlantic team,” Ange tells you, hugging you and joining a small group of girls.

You sighed and walk to a seat next to the bench where Con was sitting, waiting for the competition to start. You were here last year but most of the Pacific WAGs you knew weren’t here. Only two of last year’s WAGs were here and you couldn’t find them.

“Hi,” You hear a voice greet.

You look and see Marc Andre Fleury’s wife and two daughters standing there.

“Hi,” You reply as she sits beside me.

“I’m Veronique Fleury,” She introduces, holding her hand out. “But just call me Vero.”

“(Y/N) McDavid,” You smile, shaking her hand before waving Calder’s small hand, “And this is Calder.”

“McDavid’s wife and son, am I correct?” She questions.

You nod, “And you are the great Marc-Andre’s wife.”

“Yes,” She laughs, “Are you a Pens fan?”

“Yeah, grew up in Erie so obviously a Pens fan.”

“Is that where you met Connor?” Vero asks.

You smile and nod, “Yeah; He hit me in the head with a puck.”

A knock at the glass in front of us interrupts our conversation. You knew it was Connor because Calder was trying to reach for the glass. Connor grins and places his hand on the glass. You lean forward so you could place your hand on Connor’s, then Calder places his hand on top of yours.

“I love you,” Connor mouths, grinning at us.

“I love you too,” You reply.

He turns back when they announce the first competition was about to begin, it being the one Connor was competing in. You were thankful Vero decided to sit with you because you would have been alone if she hadn’t. It wasn’t long till another lady and son join us, greeting Vero like an old friend.

“(Y/N), this is Catherine Letang, Kris’ wife, and their son, Alex. Cate, this is McDavid’s wife (Y/N) and their son Calder.”

You smile at the woman, shaking her hand, “Nice to meet you.”

The three of you sat together, Calder in your lap and the three kids standing at the glass, watching the skaters intensely.

“Up next is Connor McDavid in the Enterprise NHL Fastest Skater Competition.”

You leant forward, ready to watch Connor beat Brayden Point. Calder was reaching out for his father, blubbering away. He had been close to saying his first word for a few weeks now. The whistle blew and Connor took off.

“And winning the Enterprise Faster Skater Competition is Connor McDavid with a time of 13.454 seconds. He has just won 25 thousand dollars.”

You grinned as Vero nudged you, smirking lightly. “You man just won some cash.”

You laugh and tell then you’ll be right back. You walk over to where a guard was standing at the gate leading to the bench. You flash the guard your pass before stepping down into the crowded bench. You passed notable players, some of which waved to you or greeted you. You walked behind Mackinnon and ended up behind Seguin as Connor steps into the bench. When Connor reached Tyler and Saw you there, his smile widened, holding out his arms for Calder. You passed Calder between Nathan and Tyler, placing him in his father's arms.

“Dada!” Calder squeals, wrapping his small arms around Connor’s neck.

Both Connor and yourself grinned, realising Calder said his first word. Connor couldn’t stop smiling as he held his son close, bouncing him.

“I’m your favourite, eh?” Connor chuckles, smirking at you then pressing a kiss to Calder’s forehead.

Tyler and Nathan both nudge you as you stood behind them. Connor went on the ice beside the bench with Calder in his arms who was babbling away. Connor was telling everyone he could that his son finally said his first word. He soon came back onto the bench, stepping behind to join where you were standing behind Tyler and Nathan.

“He said his first word,” Connor grins excitedly, looking down at your son.

You couldn’t help but laugh at Connor’s giddiness. “Yeah, he favours you more than me.”

“Well, that wasn’t already obvious.” Connor’s sarcasm coming though. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You reply, pecking his lips and lifting Calder from his arms. “Congratulations on the win as well.”

“Couldn’t have been a better day.”

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