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hugshughes · 9 months

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Hard Launch C. Bedard.

Connor Bedard x fem!reader

synopsis - Connor has kept your relationship under wraps for a while just because he knows how crazy people can be; what happens when he knows he needs you right next to him at the draft?

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contains - cursing, reader has anxiety/is anxious, Connor picks at the skin around his nails, a ciwyw by taylor swift reference (sorry), probably some inaccuracies when it comes to like how the draft goes, kissing, fluff.

an - this was supposed to be posted a few days ago but when i proofread it i absolutely hated it so i started over! sorry about the inaccuracies related to the draft and how it works, i had to put a few things that probably aren’t true for the sake of the story. also!! when i reply to comments i have to do it from my primary blog which is @hugshughesy so i’ll reply but it won’t say like creator i don’t think. i’ve been like rereading this and i hate it might delete soon feeling silly. i hope you guys like it!!

“Baby, you have to stop doing that.”

You grab Connor’s hand and slip it into yours, partially because you just love him, and mostly to get him to stop picking at his cuticles. He blushes at your concern, looking over at you sheepishly.

“Sorry, just nervous.” You nodded, laying your head on his shoulder. He and you both. Although, Connor probably had a little more to be nervous about than you, seeing as he’s gonna be the #1 draft pick tonight and be blasted on the tv screens of millions.

You were more nervous about the fact that you’d never been seen with Connor before, no one knew he was off the market, and when they saw his golden girl sitting by him tonight at the draft, the 14 year old girls were definitely gonna track you down like FBI agents.

You’d seen all the fan accounts, ones with bios that would read, “Connor’s girlfriend (real)”. And those made you laugh, but you also saw the hostile people that would threaten you and say terrible things and they didn’t even know you actually existed.

“Well, everything will be okay because one, we already obviously know you’re gonna go #1 because you’re just like the best. And two, your family is here, and your friends are here. And they all love you so so much Connie.”

“What about my girlfriend, y’think she loves me?”

You giggled at his question, furrowing your eyebrows and letting out a ‘hmmmm’ as if you were thinking about the answer.

“Actually, I think she loves you the more than anything else.”

Connor laughed now, wrapping his arm around your waist, which you initially accepted as an act of love, but then your boyfriend start tasing your sides.

You squirm and squeal, jerking around in Connor’s hold, not until you quite literally roll yourself off the hotel bed are you free. You look up at him from your place on the floor, an unamused look displayed on your face. While Connor’s expression is quite the opposite, as he giggles to himself.

“I tell you how much I love you, and you just throw me on the floor? Wow.”

He laughs louder at this, his bright smile melting your heart.

“I didn’t throw you on the floor, you did that to yourself.”

He holds his arms out for you, grabbing your hands and pulling you back up on the bed.

“Well, you still haven’t even told me you love me back so.”

“You know I love you the most. I know you know that.”

You do know that, as surprising as it would be to someone that’s seen his awkwardness and shortness in interviews and things like that, Connor is very expressive with his love for you. He always shows you how grateful he is for you.

“Connor! Gotta start getting ready soon, cameras will be in here in 30!”

His mom shouts from the adjoining door between the two hotel rooms his family was currently in. He shouts back an affirmative then sighs, laying back on the bed.

“Everything’s gonna go perfect Con, you’re completely surrounded by people who love you so much, and I know it’s a huge event, but there’s no need to be nervous baby.”

He looks at you, he practically has hearts in his eyes, he gives you a smile. He nods and sits up, standing to go grab his garment bag with his suit.

While he went to do that you went into the bathroom, making sure he didn’t mess up your makeup you’d just done messing around with you. It was still perfect, thankfully, and you closed the door to put your dress on.

You changed, then fixed your hair, you’d gotten it done a few days before, so you could do it quickly on draft day.

You touch up everything, lastly taking off your necklace with a gold heart as the charm and taking out your new gold ‘C’ necklace. Wearing his initial meant more than “belonging” to him, it was because he’s your boy, the boy who knows you.

Connor walked into the bathroom, suit pants and button up on. He practically had hearts in his eyes when he saw you. He wraps his arms around your hips and leans down to lay his chin on your shoulder.

“Wow, gorgeous. You look fuckin’ perfect.”

You feel heat envelop your face, giving Connor a big smile.

“I have a little something to show you. Nothing special, but I think you’ll like it.

He nods, looking at you expectedly. You show him the necklace, and the hearts in his eyes double in size. He looks from the necklace to you, and then back down again.

“Are you serious?”

The hope in Connor’s voice was apparent. He was in awe at the idea of you wearing his initial. You knowing and showing your love for him gets him so happy. When you nod at him, his smile grows. He helps you put it on, then turns you around to look at you.

You looked perfect, so, so gorgeous. You left the bathroom, sitting on the bed to put your heels on. The Bedard family minus Connor was in the other room now, talking. You fastened the buckle on your last heel, and Connie sits next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Everything’s gonna change after tonight, can feel it.”

Connor whispers to you, you can’t be much comfort to him though because the second you’re about to try, his mom comes through, letting him know the camera guys are here.

He sighs and nods, going to stand up but not before you kiss his head, giving his hand a squeeze. You stayed where you were as you watched Connor enter the other room, closing the door behind him. He knew you were already on edge and he didn’t want your anxiety to spike earlier than it had to.

After about 20 minutes Madisen texts you that it’s time for everyone to go. You grab your wallet and exit the room, seeing the Bedards and a few off-duty cameramen already in the hallway. Connor’s hand was gripping yours the whole way to Bridgestone.

You guys were finally in your seats after almost an hour. You were sat in between Connor and his mom, much to your dismay. You felt it was only right for Connor to sit by his family with you on the end but he whined and whined until his mom urged you to sit next to him.

Right now you knew there were many cameras on you, your leg bounced at the thought. Connor brushed his hand over your knee, whispering your name. You snap out of your thoughts, jerking your head towards him.

“Are you alright baby?”

Your eyes soften at his question, smiling and nodding at him. You pat your hand on his that covers your knee.

“Y’know, just a little nervous that everyone’s about to see that you’re my mega-hot boyfriend.”

He laughs at that, his grip on your knee tightening. Your free hand moves to the charm on your necklace, holding it tightly.

“Well, I think everyone’s gonna be confused about how I have such a hot girlfriend.”

It was your turn to laugh, you could feel the nerves prickling at the back of your neck slightly fade as you looked at your boy.

“Well, I think that number one draft picks are super hot, so.”

He looks at you with a big smile, his eyes soft and full of adoration, he brings his hand up and pushes your hand from your necklace, fingers brushing over the ‘C’ sitting on your chest.

Before you know it, the draft begins to start and the Blackhawks are on the clock. You and Connor’s legs are bouncing in sync, but you can’t help but look at him with a smile. It obviously doesn’t take long before Kyle Davidson is up at the podium.

“And with the first overall selection of the 2023 NHL draft, the Chicago Blackhawks are very proud to select, from the Regina Pats of the Western Hockey League, Connor Bedard.”

He smiles so bright, so big. He stands up and you follow, he engulfs you in a huge hug.

“Thank you so much, I love you so much.”

You say it right back to him before he moves to hug the rest of his family and friends. When he walks past you again to get out to the aisle he takes you by complete surprise, kissing you in front of everyone. That was quite the way to hard launch your relationship. He quickly pulls away and goes to bro hug Adam. Your eyes completely widen, quickly turning your head to look at Madisen, who is laughing at your shock, and her brother’s boldness.

You would’ve never expected Connor to do that, you’re guessing the adrenaline got to him, but wow. You recovered from your moment and clapped as you watched your boyfriend strut up to the stage, shaking hands with the Blackhawks staff and sliding on his jersey.

You hold his mom’s hand as you feel tears rushing your waterline. You’d known Connor since you were both 10 and watching him up on the stage was definitely overwhelming.

You guys sit and celebrate the other picks and after about an hour you all were out somewhere on the inside of Bridgestone arena, waiting for Connor to finish up promotional stuff.

He comes out from a hallway and the smile on his face is absolutely heart melting. He hugs his family before he makes his way to you, hugging you very tightly.

“Connor Bedard. What was that?”

He smiles proudly, kissing you once again, just longer and harder. Once he pulls away you’re dazed, a love-struck look in your eyes, and if you could, you would have hearts in your eyes.

“I don’t even know, just felt like kissin’ you, and I think I was on like an adrenaline rush or something.”

You laughed and nodded at him with an amused look, cupping his face with your hands. His family absolutely loved you two, they had been waiting for the day you guys admitted you liked each other since the 2018 8th-grade dance.

They saw how you brought Connor out of his shell, and how incredibly happy you made him. You declared where you would be attending college the night of the draft lottery, for no apparent reason of course. The University of Chicago was a school you were always interested in, but Connor in Chicago meant that much more to you.

After hours of hanging out and celebrating you guys were finally back at the hotel. You showered after Connor finished up and then after you were standing at the sink, pajamas on as you did your skincare.

For the second time that day, Connor came into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around you. You looked at him through the mirror, smiling softly. Connor looked at you and saw everything he wanted. He felt so excited to be able to have you with him in the Windy City. He knew he was only 17, but thoughts of you being his wife crossed his mind.

You finished up in the bathroom and you both went back out to the room, the door between the two rooms you had was ajar, allowing his parents to keep watch of you two if they needed to. They trusted you both deeply, but you were still two teenagers sharing a bed, so.

You both snuggled up on your bed, and you scrolled through Twitter and Tiktok looking at things about the draft and Connor and your relationship. You had become a small meme among the hockey girl fandom, the video of Connor kissing you and then your reaction going viral.

There were so so so many kind comments, commenting on your beauty and smile, and how happy you made Connor look. He was very happy with how the night went, which made you happy obviously.

You both eventually fell asleep, only after whispering for hours about how everything is gonna be in Chicago, how much fun you think it’ll be. You played with Connor’s hair while his breathing slowed, his grip around you tightening.

You knew that no matter where Connor went, you would go too as long as he wanted you there. And he always would want you there. You were everything to him, you and hockey were what kept him going.

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sunflower-lilac42 · 4 months

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✧ 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐢𝐦 || flowers au ♔

summary: when her brothers visit, they send her in a spiral ending in a panic attack and only one person could help her.

warnings: depression, offing of themselves, stress, feelings of not being good enough, toxic thoughts, the lot

notes: another sad one, this happens before rescue. slightly different but more perspective on how adam and luca feel about it. feel free to ask anything for the au because i love hearing from you guys and i hope to answer some questions if you have any. add yourself to the taglist ➵ taglist!

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They didn’t know what to do, they were pacing around her dorm room like madmen. Over the break, Luca and Adam decided to visit Violet since the three of them had missed each other. They had just been merely talking about school and how Luca was doing, playing NHL in the girl’s dorm room when Violet had dropped the controller. Her heart skipped a beat in nervousness and she looked at her desk that held the homework she needed to do.

It was a hard time for Violet because even though she had the whole week off for break, she needed to stay back and work on her finals. She was majoring in four separate things, which she brought on herself but that wasn’t the point. Being close to finals she had so much work to do, in some classes, she had to write a paper, in others a final project, and in some a final exam and they still hadn’t finished learning all the material.

As much as she loved to be clean and organized, now wasn’t the time. If you walked into the freshman dorm room at this moment, you would not think it was Violet who lived there. Half of the projects she had to complete were on the desk, directions in a messy pile. Her notes for her exams and the study guide were all laid out in an unorganized manner, with her notes for her papers mixed in with them.

Luca, being the big brother he was, kneeled in front of the girl, placing his hands on her knees, “Hey, V. I need you to breathe for me, alright?”

Telling her to breathe was not the most helpful. And not that it was their fault, but they weren’t the best at comforting her. Being the primary root of her anxiety and depression (unknowingly and unconsciously their fault and she knew that), it was hard for her to talk about these problems with her. She knew the two were inquisitive and they would ask what was wrong or if there was anything they could do to fix it, that’s all they wanted to do. They wanted to fix things without any prior knowledge of the things going on, they always thought they could when they couldn’t.

That was the difference between them and Connor. Being able to open up to Connor was much easier when she didn’t have to worry about him knowing them. Of course, Connor knew Adam, he had met him a few times and got to know him during the draft but he didn’t know him know him. So any previous knowledge of the two disappeared when Violet started to open up. This meant that Connor knew what to do in this situation, and even if he didn’t he kept the conversation tame for both of them.

When she shook her head at Luca’s words, he almost started crying too. He had never seen his baby sister look this broken before. He was trying to hold it together for both of them. He turned his head to see why the room was silent besides Violet’s hyperventilating breaths and choking sobs, Adam had almost started to hyperventilate himself, sitting on her bed and hand to his chest.

“Adam, hey hey. It’s okay, bud. She's going to be fine, alright.” Luca knew how to handle Adam when he broke down, the two were inseparable.

He glanced between his sister and his brother, his little siblings. How was he supposed to pick? Violet’s was more severe but he had no idea how to get her to calm down, while Adam could calm down in five minutes and then go back to her, so that’s what he did. He got up and walked over to his brother, bringing him into a hug, calming him.

Adam’s breaths were shallow but evened out within seconds, meanwhile Violet’s had only gotten worse. Her mind was in overdrive, many thoughts popping into her head every second that only got worse when Luca appeared but worsened again when he left.

‘He doesn’t care.’ ‘He can’t handle me.’ ‘I’m only being a burden.’ ‘I’m annoying.’ ‘He’s leaving me, they’re leaving me.’ ‘They think I’m annoying.’

Luckily, at that moment, Ollie barged into the room getting ready to announce something when she saw the scene. Having this become almost second nature to her, she went through her tactics; holding Violet’s hand, the 5 senses method that only worked once in every 5 tries, and even tried talking about hockey to get her mind distracted from whatever she was currently thinking about, but her voice wasn’t the same as Connor’s and that’s what she needed.

Ollie scrambled to take her phone out of her back pocket and Adam and Luca panicked once more, “Why wasn’t that helping?”

“Not the time.”

“What are you doing?”

“Are you done? Obviously, nothing you tried, if you even did try, fucking helped. Maybe if you paid more attention and were mentally aware of what’s happening to her you’d know how to handle this situation.”

It was a low blow, Ollie knew that Violet had a hard time talking to the boys, but all in all, it was partly true. If Violet felt more comfortable around them and their big personalities she could talk to them about it. Adam and Luca weren’t the type of people to deal with this stuff. Yes, it was her fault at some points and she acknowledged that and she acknowledged the fact that sometimes it wasn’t something either of them could control.

She tried to not make it worse for the girl but after everything she’d heard about her and her mental health coinciding with her brothers, the damage the two had unintentionally done, she couldn’t hold back. She heard her roommate's breathing pick up and finished finding the number to call, “Hello?”

“Hi, no time to talk. V’s having a panic attack.”

She could hear the boy on the other side swear profanities, “Put her on.”

Ollie handed her best friend the phone and Violet held it with two hands against her ear, “I can’t breathe.”

She sobbed trying to contain everything that she was doing, “I know, honey, I know. I’m here, okay? Do you think you can try to take a deep breath?” As much as she tried, so couldn’t.

She merely shook her head, no answer was able to form, “Hey. Violet?”

His voice was smooth, calm, and steady and didn’t hold a single ounce of worry or unsureness in it, but if anyone were to see him right now, his eyes would be wide and forming tears, his forehead would be wrinkled and his eyebrows were pinched together. His body was tense, his fist clenching and unclenching. He bit his lip in silence and bounced his leg up and down, “V, what’s happening? Talk to me. Come on, pretty girl.”

“N-no. I can’t.”

Luca and Adam looked dumbfounded, in the matter of just knowing who was on the other line she was able to speak and form sane thoughts. They mentally kicked themselves in the ass for not being able to do that. They should know how to care for their sister. For all they knew there was some person on the other line that had barely known her for six months that was able to do things that they should’ve been able to do for the past 6 years. They exchanged glances in worry, Adam wiping off the tears from his face.

“It’s okay,” his voice went silent, thinking through the list of tactics he had created for when she got like this.

He had created it when she told him about her intense panic attacks, he needed to be prepared for when it happened. Talking about her brothers was out of the question as they were visiting and in the same room as her, telling her about practice also wasn’t an option because he hadn’t had practice that day.

He tapped his foot hoping she couldn’t hear it but that fell short, “Are you okay?”

This wasn’t what she was supposed to be worrying about, but at least her mind was on something else, right?

No, her mind now plagued her with thoughts of how she was stressing out Connor, how she was just a burden to him as well, that he didn’t really want to be doing this right now it was just another chore for him, he had too much on his plate and shouldn’t have to deal with her.

“Perfectly fine, no need to worry, sweet girl. I just have a song stuck in my head.”

“What song?”

“Steal my girl.”

“I like that song.”

“Oh you do?”

“Mhm. Um, I think it’s getting worse…”

“What do you mean it’s getting worse?” Luca’s voice was stern, wanting nothing more in the world for this to stop and for her to be okay.

The harshness of his voice made her jump and tears formed in her eyes again, “Don’t yell at her.”

“Who’s yelling, V?”

“Not Ollie.” Violet didn’t want to explicitly throw her brothers under the bus so that was the safest option was to say who it wasn’t.

“You want to tell me about some flowers?”

“What kind?’

“Sunflowers.”

“I love sunflowers.”

“Oh, really, why?” Connor knew the answer, Luke was one of her best friends so that was one of the first flowers she had told him about when it came up in conversation.

“They remind me of Luke.”

Her sentences were short which meant she was still trapped in her little mind bubble, “And why’s that sweetheart?”

“Because when I met him he made me laugh not even two minutes later. He makes me laugh a lot, every time I see him. When he walks into a room, everyone gets really excited and visibly gets happier. I like to call him a little ray of sunshine.”

Connor chuckled, “You excited to see him soon?”

“Yeah. I miss him.”

“You know what, I think I saw some sunflowers yesterday.”

“How and where? It’s the middle of November, C.”

The name immediately alarmed him, a codename that they had set back when Violet had visited him in Chicago. She never called him that, she hated the name and so did he. For the two of them, it meant she felt like she couldn’t speak freely to him, like someone in the room didn’t know about them or they made her feel unsafe. Even if she was having a hard time but couldn’t say, “Your brothers still there?”

“Mhm.”

“You wanna give the phone to Ollie real quick? I promise you Violet I won’t be gone for more than a few seconds. You think you can do it?”

The way Connor said her name made her body un-tense, it was his way of reassuring her that whatever he said was true, that he was going to be back in a few seconds. She handed the girl her phone, causing confusion to rise on her face, “Hi?”

“Get Adam and Luca out of there now.”

She didn’t need another word, standing and walking up to them “I need you to leave.”

“What no! We need to make sure she’s okay.”

“You two being here, isn’t helping. Leave. I’m not asking again.”

The boys continued their protests which left Ollie with one final option. She grabbed both of their sleeves, harshly dragging the two hockey players out of her dorm room and shutting the door when they were in the hallway.

“All better now?”

“Yeah, Connie.”

“Still feeling a little panicky?”

“A little.” Knowing that she could talk to Connor freely now without her brothers figuring out who he was or why she was acting like this made her breathe a little more.

“That’s good. You want to talk more or you want me to?”

That was another and the main difference between her brothers and Connor. Connor offered the breath, he offered to talk about things, he offered for her to talk or for him to talk. He never made her do anything. Most people would demand things out of her when she was this riled up, for her to breathe or to calm down, they would shout at her to get through to her when all she needed was a soothing voice, a way to distract her thoughts from what initially caused this.

“You, please.”

“Okay, well I’m excited to see you in a couple of days. We can walk around the city if you want, go Christmsa shopping. Ride around on some trains, because I know how much you like them. We can look to see what Christmas decorations they have up already. We can go see the Christkindl Market in Wrigleyville. I know you’ll probably want to go to Billy Goats, and maybe I have a present for you to open up….”

That seemed to calm her down a lot, the idea of getting to see Connor soon and do all of these things with him felt like a breath of fresh air. She hadn’t seen him in a couple weeks and even then it was only for two days and he had games both of those days. Before then they hadn’t seen each other in four months.

“A present, you say?”

Her usual sarcastic nature and tone were back, making the boy smile, “Oh yeah, I wrapped it all by myself.”

“That’s a scary thought.”

Connor gasped, “Offensive, Miss. Violet.”

“It’s the truth.”

Connor laughed causing her to as well, Connor calming her down was a success that would later have to be described to her brothers but that was a thought for another time.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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estapa-edwards · 10 days

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GRUMPY - C. BEDARD

paring: Connor Bedard x fem! reader

word count: 2.4k

requested? yes - connor falling in love with a grumpy girl and trying to get her to go out with him

warnings: use of y/n.

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I never really understood the appeal of hockey. The cold rinks, the aggressive players, the constant sound of blades cutting through ice—it all seemed like chaos to me. Yet here I was, surrounded by it day in and day out, working for the Blackhawks. It was a job, nothing more, nothing less.

I'm not exactly known for my sunny disposition. Some might even call me grumpy, but I prefer to think of myself as practical. After all, there's no room for sentimentality in a world as ruthless as professional sports.

That's why, when Connor Bedard first sauntered into the locker room with that boyish grin of his, I rolled my eyes and went about my business. He was just another cocky player, another name to remember, another ego to manage.

But Connor, he was persistent. He made it his personal mission to break through my tough exterior, to chip away at the walls I had carefully built around myself. He'd bring me coffee in the mornings, cracking jokes that were admittedly funny despite my best efforts to remain unimpressed.

"You know, Y/N," he'd say with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "you're not as intimidating as you think you are."

And I'd scoff, brushing off his attempts at charm like they were nothing. But deep down, I couldn't deny the flutter in my chest whenever he flashed that smile of his.

As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, Connor's relentless pursuit began to wear me down. He'd find any excuse to strike up a conversation, lingering in the locker room long after his teammates had gone home.

"I bet I can make you smile," he declared one evening, leaning against the doorframe with a confidence that was both infuriating and undeniably attractive.

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. "Is that a challenge?"

He grinned, stepping closer until there was barely an inch of space between us. "You could say that."

And before I could protest, he launched into a series of ridiculous anecdotes, each one more absurd than the last. And much to my dismay, I found myself laughing despite my best efforts to resist.

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Connor's antics became a regular occurrence, each interaction more endearing than the last. Whether it was stealing my pen during team meetings or leaving a trail of sticky notes with cheesy jokes on my desk, he seemed determined to brighten even my darkest days.

One particularly dreary afternoon, he appeared at my desk with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a paper bag in hand.

"Got something for you," he announced with a grin, placing the bag on my desk.

I eyed him warily, wondering what new scheme he had cooked up this time. "And what might that be?"

"Open it and find out," he urged, practically vibrating with excitement.

Sighing, I reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of fuzzy socks, adorned with cartoon penguins. Despite myself, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

"Thought you could use some warmth," he explained sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

I couldn't help but feel a warmth of a different kind blossoming in my chest as I thanked him, tucking the socks away in my drawer.

But it wasn't just the grand gestures that made my heart skip a beat—it was the quiet moments too, like the way he'd reach for my hand during team meetings or offer a reassuring smile when the pressure became too much to bear.

One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, I found myself lingering in the locker room, lost in thought. Sensing my solitude, Connor sidled up beside me, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of chaos.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice cutting through the silence like a lifeline.

I turned to face him, offering a small smile in return.

"Rough day?" he asked, his tone gentle.

I nodded, unable to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

Without hesitation, he pulled me into a warm embrace, holding me close as if to shield me from the world outside.

"You're not alone, you know," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

And in that moment, with Connor's arms wrapped around me, I realized that maybe, just maybe, I didn't have to be.

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Connor's presence became a constant source of light in my life, his unwavering support a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.

During late nights at the rink, when exhaustion threatened to overwhelm me, he'd materialize out of nowhere with a goofy grin and a bag of my favorite snacks in hand.

"Thought you might need some fuel," he'd say with a wink, plopping down beside me as if he had nowhere else to be.

As I reached for a bag of chips from the assortment he'd brought, curiosity got the better of me. "How did you know to get all my favorite snacks?" I asked, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips despite myself.

Connor chuckled, leaning back against the cold metal bleachers. "Well, let's just say I have my ways," he replied, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.

I raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced by his vague answer. "You mean you went through my desk again, didn't you?"

He feigned innocence, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. "Me? Never," he said, his grin widening into a full-blown smirk.

I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress a laugh. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"

But as I reached for another snack, a warmth spread through me—a warmth that had little to do with the chips in my hand and everything to do with the boy sitting beside me.

Connor shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "Hey, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do to make sure his favorite grumpy girl doesn't starve, right?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at his audacity. "Favorite grumpy girl, huh? Is that what I am now?"

He flashed me a boyish grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Absolutely. You're my number one source of entertainment around here."

I nudged him playfully with my elbow, a smile tugging at my lips despite my efforts to maintain a stern facade. "Well, I'll try not to let it go to my head."

But deep down, I couldn't deny the warmth spreading through me at his words. In a world as chaotic and unpredictable as professional sports, Connor's unwavering presence was a comfort—a reminder that even in the midst of the madness, there was still room for laughter and friendship.

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Despite the joy Connor brought into my life, a lingering doubt nagged at the back of my mind like a persistent shadow. What if his relentless pursuit was nothing more than a game? What if I allowed myself to open up, only to be left with a shattered heart in the end?

I couldn't shake the fear, no matter how hard I tried to bury it beneath layers of laughter and camaraderie. Every whispered compliment, every tender gesture, only served to fuel my uncertainty.

Was I just another conquest to him, another challenge to conquer before moving on to the next? Or was there something more genuine lurking beneath his playful facade?

As much as I longed to believe in the sincerity of his affections, I couldn't ignore the voice of doubt that whispered in the depths of my mind, urging me to tread cautiously, to protect myself from potential heartache.

But despite my reservations, despite the walls I had built around my heart, I couldn't deny the pull he had on me, the way he made me feel alive in ways I never thought possible.

And so, as I grappled with my conflicting emotions, I found myself torn between the desire to take a chance on love and the fear of getting hurt in the process.

But perhaps, just perhaps, the risk was worth the reward

Connor's presence in my life was undeniably intoxicating, his warmth and affection a balm to my weary soul. Yet, beneath the surface, doubts lingered like shadows in the corners of my mind.

Was I merely a conquest in his game of pursuit, a challenge to conquer before moving on to the next? Or could there truly be something genuine blooming amidst the laughter and tender gestures?

I longed to believe in the sincerity of his affections, to cast aside the doubts and surrender to the possibility of love. But the scars of past heartaches served as a reminder to tread cautiously, to protect myself from the pain of shattered dreams.

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Despite the walls I had built around my heart, I couldn't deny the undeniable pull he had on me. His presence made me feel alive in ways I never thought possible, igniting a fire within me that I had long thought extinguished.

As I wrestled with my conflicting emotions, I knew that the decision lay solely in my hands. Would I succumb to the allure of his charm, risking everything for the chance at love? Or would I retreat into the safety of solitude, shielding myself from the potential pain of a broken heart?

But as each day passed, and Connor's presence continued to brighten my life, I found myself leaning more towards taking that leap of faith. Despite the uncertainty and the fear, there was something about him that felt different, something that whispered of authenticity amidst the chaos of my doubts.

I couldn't deny the depth of our connection, the way his laughter echoed in my heart long after he'd gone, or the way his touch sent shivers down my spine. And deep down, I knew that hiding behind my walls wouldn't protect me from the inevitable—the risk of heartache was an inherent part of love, but so too was the potential for joy and fulfillment.

So, with a hesitant yet determined heart, I made a choice—to open myself up to the possibility of love, to embrace the vulnerability that came with it, and to trust in the belief that sometimes, the greatest rewards in life were found in taking the biggest risks.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, my resolve only grew stronger. Connor's presence in my life had become a constant source of joy and comfort, his unwavering support a steady anchor in the storm of uncertainty that raged within me.

Yet, despite the warmth of his affection and the undeniable connection that simmered between us, the words remained unspoken, lingering on the tip of my tongue like a forbidden secret.

But as the air grew colder and the days grew shorter, I knew that I couldn't keep hiding behind the safety of my doubts forever. If I wanted to truly embrace the possibility of love, I needed to take a leap of faith—a leap that would require me to bare my soul and lay my heart on the line.

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And so, on a crisp winter evening, with the gentle glow of the moon overhead and the soft whisper of snowflakes dancing in the air, I found myself standing outside Connor's apartment, my heart pounding in my chest as I prepared to take that leap into the unknown.

Summoning every ounce of courage within me, I raised my hand and knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the silent night like a drumbeat of anticipation.

Seconds stretched into eternity as I waited, my nerves on edge as I wondered if I had made a mistake—if I had misread the signs and allowed myself to hope for something that could never be.

But then, just as doubt threatened to consume me whole, the door swung open, revealing Connor's familiar silhouette against the warm glow of the lamplight.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves.

"Hey," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as I met his gaze, searching for any sign of rejection or reluctance.

But instead of turning me away or offering empty platitudes, Connor simply stepped aside, inviting me into his world with a silent gesture of welcome.

And as I crossed the threshold into his apartment, leaving behind the chill of the winter night for the warmth of his embrace, I knew that this was it—this was the moment I had been waiting for, the moment when I would finally lay bare the depths of my heart and confess my love to the one who had captured it so completely.

Taking a deep breath to steady my racing pulse, I turned to face Connor, my eyes locked on his as I prepared to speak the words that had been swirling in my mind for so long.

"Connor," I began, my voice trembling with emotion as I reached out to grasp his hand in mine. "There's something I need to tell you—something I've been wanting to say for a long time now."

He listened in silence, his gaze never wavering as he waited patiently for me to continue.

"I know I've been hesitant to open myself up to the possibility of love, to embrace the vulnerability that comes with it," I confessed, my heart laid bare before him. "But being with you, it's shown me that sometimes, the greatest rewards in life are found in taking the biggest risks."

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Connor's lips, his eyes sparkling with understanding as he squeezed my hand reassuringly.

"I know I've been afraid to admit it, to acknowledge the depth of my feelings for you," I continued, my voice growing stronger with each word. "But the truth is, Connor, I'm in love with you. Completely and utterly, with every fiber of my being."

And as the weight of my confession hung in the air between us, I held my breath, waiting for his response, hoping against hope that my words hadn't come too late—that they hadn't shattered the fragile bond we had worked so hard to build.

But then, in the quiet stillness of that moment, Connor's expression softened, his eyes alight with a warmth that mirrored my own as he reached out to cup my cheek in his hand.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my skin. "I've been in love with you from the moment I first laid eyes on you. You've brought light into my life in ways I never thought possible, and I can't imagine facing the future without you by my side."

And in that moment, as our lips met in a tender kiss that spoke volumes more than words ever could, I knew that I had finally found my home—in Connor's arms, where I belonged.

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aw his little ‘sweater’ paws

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Connor admitting in the post game interview that he had no idea what trepidation means is killing me

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kaners beauty

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Three curtain calls. This was something else.

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danny-415 · 9 months

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chef connor

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pov: connor was getting ready for an event that he had to go to. he was super nervous because it’ll be your first time seeing connor cook. you always cooked him food or eat out with him.

“con, are you ready yet?” you asked

“yeah im just fixing my hair to see how i’d look” he replied

“don’t worry i think you look cute, plus i can’t wait to see you with an apron” you laughed

“oh my goddd not that” he laughed

“whyy though”

“im just super nervous i only know how to use the toaster, air fryer, microwave, and cook some food on the stove. although you make the best chicken pasta”

you started to giggle about the things connor would say

“thank you but i really gotta teach you how” you blushed and replied

after connor got ready for the event, you were so excited to see your bf cook. you and connor started to laugh and shared a gentle kiss in the car.

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y/n user: my cute chef 🤗🤍

_connorbedard: god i look so awkward here

trevorzegras: LMFAO CONNOR’S SO NERVOUS RN 💀

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I think the wildest thing about last nights Chicago Blackhawks vs New Jersey Devils game is that there were so many fights and so much physicality and you know who injures Jack Hughes and takes him out the game …

Jack Hughes.

#nj devils #chicago blackhawks #nhl blackhawks #nhl #jack hughes #buddy is fighting himself at this point

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#hockey #ice hockey #nhl #chicago blackhawks #connor bedard #nhl players #cb98 #fucking handsome #hell yeah #nhl hockey #nhl blackhawks

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mad woman N. Moyle

Nolan Moyle x fem!reader

synopsis - Nolan is back in the place you two fell in love, and he can't get you out of his mind.

wc - 2.5k!

contains - UNEDITED SORRY!! cursing, NO HAPPY ENDING!(between Nolan and reader, I don't leave my readers sad you know that), um asshole!nolan as fuck, MAD WOMAN BY TSWIFT?????, um yeah i don't know, BAD BITCH!READER (you go girl), hints at future!frank nazar x reader (YOU KNOW I HAVE A HARD TIME HELPING MYSELF!!!!!!!)

an - hey y'all....... im not deceased!!! um yeah HOPE U HAD A GOOD HOLIDAYSSSSSS. some of this I couldn't tell, if it was funny or cringe so don't hate me. I don't loveeeeeee this but whatever. Frank is so cute SOMEONE REQUEST HIM ;))) anyways love u hope you enjoy!

what did you think i'd say to that? does a scorpion sting when fighting back?

Nolan felt weird. It was the first time he was back in Ann Arbor since leaving for China in the summer. He was stopping to see the boys and watch a hockey game before going back home to New York.

It was the first time he'd been in Ann Arbor since you broke up. The breakup was rough. There had been a lead up for weeks before, all you did was argue. You couldn't understand him, or anything he was doing. When you found out he was going to move to China, you felt like that was him saying you weren't important to him. He didn't seem even slightly upset about having to leave you, and when you were hysterical over it, he just called you crazy.

they strike to kill, and you know i will. you know i will.

When you realized Nolan wasn't going to be anything but indifferent about the situation, all you felt was rage. Maybe you were crazy, you felt it.

Nolan had been your boyfriend since you were a freshman, and he was a junior at Michigan. You dated for almost three years, and then he threw you to the side. Now you were interning in the athletics department at Michigan while you finished school, and you were talking with your supervisors about a job opening after graduation, so you were sticking around in Ann Arbor for a while longer.

It was honestly embarrassing the way you tried for you two, while it seemed he couldn't have cared less. The boys felt bad, they'd known you their whole college careers, you'd help them through losses, comforted them, cared for them. You were the best female influence they had while at college.

They hung out with you all summer, trying to include you in all of their activities, because they knew what you were going through. They loved Nolan, and they loved you. You didn't make them feel like they had to choose, and Nolan really couldn't even if he wanted to, being on the other side of the world from all of you.

You were still in Ann Arbor, along with the boys because they still had hockey games to play before they could go home for winter break, and you worked with the hockey team in the winter, so you were sticking around as well.

what do you sing on your drive home? do you see my face in the neighbors lawn?

Nolan couldn't get you off of his mind as he drove through the small Michigan college town. He saw you everywhere. You were the only person that had stuck around with him while most of his friends left to the NHL over the years. You could tell at the last moments of your breakup Nolan was jealous, he was jealous of people like Luke, who was leaving from their loss in Tampa straight to Boston to sign with the Devils. He had always dreamed of it, but had just not come close enough.

China would take him away from it all, a new place, as far away as he could be, because it did hurt to look at all the guys he captained, knowing they'd go on to do greater things than him.

He deflected what was going on in his head to you. He accused you of being crazy, and envious, and insecure, but it was him. He felt so shitty about himself on the inside that he threw it all to you.

does she smile? or does she mouth, "fuck you forever"? every time you call me crazy, i get more crazy.

Nolan was being suffocated by the overwhelming sense of you, that Ann Arbor held. Every corner, every road, every stoplight.

Nolan pulled into a parking spot on the side of the street, unbuckling his seatbelt and turning the car off. He sat in the empty car for a few minutes. Would you be there when he walked into the dinner the boys had planned? He knew they were really close with you, seeing as he stalked your and their Instagram profiles often.

He didn't know if the guys would do it to him. He also didn't know if they knew that seeing you would affect him so much.

You knew Nolan was invited to this dinner, but you didn't really care. You'd met your peace with him over the summer, at least in your mind, you were happy. Single life had been treating you well, you were prioritizing yourself, your friends, your family, and your career and it was a perfect balance for you.

what about that? and when you say i seem angry, i get more angry.

You'd always loved the idea of working for a sports team, specifically hockey. You'd been the daughter of the Minnesota Twins physical therapist since you were born, so seeing the behind the scenes of major league teams was always exciting for you. You'd gotten your first opportunity to work with sports teams in high school, when you had an internship with a smaller hockey team in Minnesota, and since then you'd loved working with hockey. It was how you met Nolan, interning with the Michigan team your freshman year.

You were already on your second drink when you saw Nolan walk into the restaurant. Seeing him left a pit of red hot anger in your stomach. You just looked away from him before he could catch you and kept talking to Luca. Maybe the anger never left, you didn't care as long as the love you had for him did.

and there's nothing like a mad woman. what a shame she went mad.

You chose not to acknowledge him, and he understood why. The last time you talked to him, you were screaming, crying, completely confused as to why he didn't love you like you loved him. You didn't understand how after committing three years to him, he could throw all of it away without a second thought. He probably had someone. Someone he could entertain halfway across the world.

You both ignored each other, deciding it best not to talk. You knew that it wouldn't end well, the rage sitting in your chest would release itself the second you said a word to Nolan. You both drank, a lot. You partially because you wanted to get your mind off of him, and partially because Luca was challenging you to go shot for shot with him.

Nolan was embarrassed before you two broke up, and he still was, sort of. Then, he was embarrassed because he felt like he wasn't talented enough to lead his team that was chock-full of NHL prospects. Now he was embarrassed because he had realized what he let go when he let you go. And obviously all these boys could tell he had lost a good one, because they all loved and admired you so heavily.

Nolan wasn't exactly good at handling emotions like embarrassment and insecurity, since being raised on "men don't cry" mentalities. And when he was so full of these unfamiliar feelings, he took it out solely on you.

And it made you crazy, like completely batshit. You were head over heels for Nolan, had been since the day you met, and when he flipped on you, you didn't know what to do.

no one likes a mad woman. you made her like that.

Nolan was drunk. Anyone in the bar could tell you that. He didn't always handle his alcohol well, either. His eyes locked onto you, all the way down the long table full of people. You were currently talking with some of the media girls, discussing the upcoming Monday video, thinking of question ideas.

Drunk Nolan was mad you weren't paying attention to him. He always wanted your attention, while you were together, and now. He started talking, rather loudly, about you. He was saying how you were crazy, and controlling and that's why you broke up. It was because he was drunk, but that didn't mean it was okay. You heard your name, and your head snapped to the side, staring Nolan down.

"No, she's a crazy bitch! Y'guys are lucky you haven't tried somethin' with'er, she's like the bossiest girlfriend ever. Like, like when we broke up, she was just beggin' me to stay and like wouldn't let me break up with'er!"

You were seeing blood red. None of that was true. You let Nolan do whatever the fuck he wanted during your relationship. He was the possessive one.

and you'll poke the bear, 'til her claws come out.

Most of the table was staring at you, those who weren't were staring at Nolan in bewilderment. No one believed him, they had witnessed your relationship. Some of the guys were telling Nolan to shut the fuck up, knowing you were angry.

You stood up, going to the end of the table Nolan sat at. You stood on the opposite side of the table, between Frank and Nick's seats.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Nolan? Do you really need my attention? It's pathetic, to talk about me like this, especially while I'm sitting right fucking there. We get it, you're not as fucking famous as you were here in China, but you don't have to bring me into your attention seeking."

and you find something to wrap your noose around. and there's nothing like a mad woman.

Nolan saw this as an opportunity. He knew he was getting you angry, he was thriving off of it.

"See? She's crazy!"

Adam slapped Nolan over the back of the head, telling him to shut up again, looking at you with wide eyes.

"It's alright Adam, you don't need to stop him from being a bitch. Anyways, Nolan, you calling me crazy is laughable. You were the one that didn't let me wear shit! The one that got mad when I went out with my friends!"

Nolan started to turn into an angry drunk guy. You were saying true things, all of that happened through the duration of your relationship. Nolan was getting embarrassed, again. He look around the table, his eyes catching on the one person likely on his side. A media girl in her junior year at Michigan. In her two years on the team with Nolan as a part of it, she'd had a crush on him, and made it clear to you and him. He turned back to you, ready to say something that would hurt you deep.

now i breathe flames every time i talk. my cannons all firin' at your yacht.

"It's your fault I was like that, I had to worry about you whoring yourself out to everyone."

You could've jumped over the table and strangled him. Frank grabbed your hand under the table, being the sweetheart he was. You squeezed his hand back, thanking him silently. You knew Nolan was embarrassed, and jealous that you were over him, when you obviously occupied his thoughts.

"You have to be kidding me."

they say, "move on." but you know i won't.

"She's not worth it Nolan."

A bitchy little voice came from down the table, every head snapping to look at the girl who'd said it. Of course, it was the one that wanted Nolan down her throat while you two together.

"Alright babe, just because you're feening to get in his pants doesn't mean you're apart of this conversation."

She gasped, many of the people at the table let out laughs, including the other media girls, leading the girl to turn in anger at them and shout out them to stop. You laughed hard, watching her try to blubber out insults at you.

and women like hunting witches too. doing your dirtiest work for you.

"It's obvious that you're both obsessed with me, and I understand, trust me."

They both got angry, starting to let out insults at you, but they were just funny to you.

"You two are gonna be very happy with each other, you can think about me together."

Watching them get angrier and angrier with you was so funny, objectively. You turned to Frank next to you, who was laughing, hard. You mouthed, 'I'm scared' to him, making him laugh harder.

it's obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together.

You stepped out from between the chairs, letting Frank's hand go, moving to grab your jacket, wallet, and phone from your spot, walking back to where you were when you gagged Nolan and media girl.

"Well I'm leaving, you two have given me enough entertainment for one night."

You left the bar, giggling to yourself as you pulled out your phone on the walk to your car. You saw one of the girls texted you, reading, 'mr obsessed is going out to see you WALK SLOW ;)' You knew who she meant, Frank. He'd had a little crush on you since he'd joined the team, in age, he was only a little over a year younger than you, so it wasn't weird or anything. You thought he was super cute and he was a lot more thoughtful than Nolan had ever been, even though he wasn't even your boyfriend, you'd never even entertained him, but he was still kind and caring towards you.

i'm taking my time, taking my time, 'cause you took everything from me

You looked behind you, stopping when you saw none other than Frank Nazar jogging up to you, you smiled brightly at him.

"Hi Frank."

He smiled, laughing as he said hi. He told you he wanted to make sure you got to your car safe, of course he did, he was a gentleman. So you let him walk with you, laughing about what had taken place in the bar. When you got to your car, you got in but talked to Frank through your open window for over ten minutes. When you told him he should go back to get out of the freezing weather of Ann Arbor, he nodded and agreed, but didn't leave.

This kid would probably end up being the death of you, with his smile and pretty hair. When you finally got him to head back to the bar, he was physically shivering. You smiled warmly to yourself as you sat in your car for a couple minutes, thinking about the whole night. Seeing Nolan be such a dick confirmed everything you'd thought about him over all the months, so it felt like you were really able to let go. Move on.

watching you climb, watching you climb over people like me. the master of spin has a couple side flings. good wives always know she should be mad, should be scathing like me, but no one likes a mad woman. what a shame she went mad, you made her like that.

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✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | connor bedard ♔

summary: after a blackhawks win, connor shows up at his girlfriend's apartment like every other game night.

warnings: celebrating christmas too early

notes: ah my first connor fic. i love him so much. justic for connor fr.

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Dating the first overall pick was an experience, to say the least. Y/n and Connor had been dating since they were sixteen and she was by his side every step of the way through his hockey career.

When they knew where Connor was going to be drafted, the two of them got this sinking feeling in their stomachs. They didn’t want to do long distance, it would be too hard on both of them. However, there was something that y/n never told Connor.

She applied to the University of Illinois-Chicago on a whim. She didn’t think she would get in, so she didn’t see the point in telling her boyfriend about it. Yet, when she got her acceptance letter, she was troubled. She had never seen the campus, knew nothing about Chicago in general, she didn’t know what classes she would have to take.

But, when she thought about the other schools she had looked at, none of them even compared to being just down the street from where Connor would be every day that he wasn’t on a road trip. None of them were worth being so far away from her boyfriend.

A week after she got her letter she sat Connor down to talk. Connor didn’t like the way y/n sounded when she said, ‘I need to talk to you’.

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“Con, I need to talk to you.”

Connor’s eyebrows furrowed and sat down on y/n’s couch holding her hand as y/n looked around anxiously.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“What, no, of course not. There’s just something I have been keeping from you.”

“I don’t know if I should be relieved or more nervous now.”

Y/n laughed nervously, “No, uh. You know how we were talking about how we didn’t want to do long distance?”

“Yeah?”

“We might not have to.” Y/n handed the envelope to her boyfriend and watched his reaction nervously.

Connor had a confused look on his face as he looked at his girlfriend and then at the envelope. He opened and his face was met with the UIC causing him even more confusion.

“You applied to Chicago?” Y/n just nodded her head and urged him to keep reading.

He only had to scan a few lines before he was standing up and looking at the girl, “You got in?”

“Mhm.” Before he celebrated he contemplated the situation. He didn’t want her to move to Chicago just because he was going to be there. He loved her yes and he wanted her to be there, but he didn’t want her to give up her life for him.

“But what about-”

“‘But what about’ nothing, Connor. I love you and I want to be with you. And if that means going to Chicago with you, I will. Chicago has something no other school doesn’t.”

“What?”

“You, you big dope.”

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Connor was forever grateful that she kept that secret from him. If he knew that she applied to UIC and didn’t get in, he would be devastated. However, there were ups and downs to being there in Chicago. Connor rarely saw y/n despite her being just down the street from the UC.

Any time he had an off day, she would have class and anytime she didn’t have class, he would have practice or a game. It was the luck of the draw when they got to be with each other. At points in time, they both thought it would’ve been better if they just stayed in their respective cities.

Overall, those cons were outweighed by the pros. When Connor had a rough day he could literally walk to her apartment to the UC, though he never did. And when y/n had her rough days, she would call Connor and they could be at each other's places within minutes. Though most days when they had a night game, or any game really, Connor ended up staying at her apartment.

That was what happened tonight. Y/n was watching the game from her apartment, she had lucked out with only getting one roommate and she had gone home for the break. It was the Friday after Thanksgiving and y/n didn’t particularly want to go home, spending time with Connor was enough for her.

They had played the Leafs and Kevin scored the overtime goal with an assist from Connor. She had cheered so loudly that she was glad that almost everyone had gone home for the break. She watched post-game live including the interviews and everything that went along with it. When it was done, she turned on the Vancouver game as background noise while she added some food for her and Connor along with some cookies for later.

She truly had no way of knowing when and if Connor was coming back tonight, but she knew him. She sort of blacked out from the end of the game to when Connor came in through the door, causing her to jump when she heard the sound of his bag against the floor.

“Hey, Con.”

“Hi.” He took off his suit jacket and his hat, his cheeks rosy from the of Chicago.

“Thought you guys would be celebrating.” Y/n turned around from where she was stirring at the stove.

“They offered but cuddling with you was much more tempting.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and dropped his head onto her shoulder, “Whatcha making?”

“Soup and I went out and got a bunch of stuffing, because why not.”

“Thank you.” She turned her head and kissed his cheek, “Always.”

Connor went to shower and change as she finished making their food. The two sat and ate dinner while watching the game, talking about whatever came to mind. Connor was going to go shopping with her tomorrow even though Black Friday was today. They were going to buy Christmas decorations so they could decorate her room and apart of the main area of the apartment.

When they were done and the game was done, they climbed under the covers of her bed, Connor wrapping his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest.

“I’m proud of you.”

“For what?”

“You’re OT goal assist. Con that was amazing.”

Connor shrugged and tightened his hold.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And that’s how almost every game night is spent for Connor and y/n. Those nights were their favorite.

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TEAMMATES - C. BEDARD

paring: Connor Bedard x fem! reader

word count: 3.9k

requested? yes -connor bedard falling in love with his teammate, she’s one or two years older and plays for the blackhawks and he just falls in love so hard and she does so too but more cautious

warnings: use of y/n.

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As I stepped onto the ice, the chill of the arena enveloped me, sending a shiver down my spine. The familiar sound of skates cutting through the ice filled the air, mingling with the cheers and chatter of the crowd. This was home, the place where I belonged - on the rink, with my team, the Chicago Blackhawks.

Among the sea of jerseys and helmets, one figure stood out: Connor Bedard, our star player. His skill and talent were undeniable, but there was something else about him that caught my eye - a certain intensity, a fire that burned within him every time he stepped onto the ice.

I had heard the rumors, of course. Connor Bedard, the prodigy, hailed as the next great hockey phenom. But what intrigued me wasn't just his talent; it was the way he carried himself, the determination in his eyes, the way he moved with such grace and precision.

As I skated over to join the warm-up drills, I couldn't help but steal glances at him. His blonde hair peeked out from under his helmet, his blue eyes focused and unwavering. There was a magnetic pull between us, a connection that I couldn't quite explain.

"Y/N, you with us?" My teammate's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I forced myself to focus on the task at hand.

"Yeah, sorry, just... zoning out," I replied, trying to shake off the strange feeling that had settled in the pit of my stomach.

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The ice rink was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the overhead lights as Connor and I skated side by side, the sound of our blades cutting through the ice echoing in the empty arena. It was moments like these that I cherished the most - just the two of us, lost in our own little world.

I focused on perfecting my shots, the puck gliding effortlessly across the ice as I aimed for the top corner of the net. But no matter how hard I tried to concentrate, I couldn't shake the feeling of Connor's eyes on me, his gaze burning into my skin like a searing flame.

"Nice shot," he called out, flashing me a grin as he skated over to retrieve the puck.

"Thanks," I replied, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks.

As he passed the puck back to me, his hand brushed against mine, sending a jolt of electricity shooting through my veins. I tried to ignore the fluttering sensation in my stomach, focusing instead on the task at hand.

But Connor had other ideas.

"Mind if I show you a trick?" he asked, skating closer until our bodies were almost touching.

"Sure," I replied, trying to sound casual despite the rapid thud of my heart.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Connor skated backwards, effortlessly guiding the puck with his stick as he moved with fluid grace across the ice. I watched in awe as he performed a series of intricate maneuvers, each one more impressive than the last.

"See?" he said, flashing me a cocky grin as he skated back towards me.

"Yeah, that was... impressive," I replied, trying to hide the awe in my voice.

As he reached out to hand me the puck, his fingers brushed against mine once again, sending a shiver down my spine. I tried to ignore the tingling sensation that lingered in the air between us, focusing instead on the task at hand.

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The arena was alive with energy as the game entered its final minutes, the score tied and the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Every pass, every shot, every save was met with a roar of approval from the crowd, the atmosphere electric with anticipation.

As I skated onto the ice, the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins, I could feel the weight of the game resting on my shoulders. This was it - the moment I had been training for, the chance to prove myself on the biggest stage of all.

With a burst of speed, I charged towards the net, the puck glued to my stick as I dodged and weaved my way through the opposing defense. I could feel the eyes of the crowd on me, their cheers and chants urging me on as I closed in on the goal.

And then, in a split second that felt like an eternity, it happened - the puck sailed past the goalie and into the net, the sound of the crowd erupting into cheers echoing in my ears.

I had scored.

As I skated back towards my teammates, a sense of euphoria washed over me, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins as I high-fived my fellow players. But as I glanced over at Connor, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, I knew that this goal was about more than just me - it was about us, about the bond that we shared both on and off the ice.

"Nice shot, Y/N!" Connor called out, skating over to join me with a grin on his face.

"Thanks," I replied, feeling a rush of pride at his words.

And then, without another word, he held out his hand, the puck resting on the tip of his stick as he prepared to make the perfect pass.

"Ready?" he asked, his eyes meeting mine with a look of determination.

"Ready," I replied, a smile spreading across my face as I skated into position.

With a flick of his wrist, Connor sent the puck soaring through the air, perfectly timed and perfectly placed. And as I reached out to meet it, my stick connecting with the puck in a seamless motion, I felt a surge of adrenaline rush through me once again.

And then, in a flash of movement that seemed to defy time itself, I took the shot, the puck sailing past the goalie and into the net with a satisfying thud.

We had done it.

As the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over me. This wasn't just a goal - it was a testament to everything we had worked for, everything we had overcome together.

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The atmosphere in the arena was tense as the game against the Devils reached its peak, the score neck and neck, every play crucial to the outcome. As the puck zipped across the ice, bodies collided, sticks clashed, and the sound of the crowd intensified with every shot on goal.

Connor, as always, was at the heart of the action, his skill and determination evident in every move he made. But as the game wore on, a sense of unease settled over me, a feeling that something wasn't quite right.

And then, in a split second that seemed to freeze time itself, it happened - a sickening crunch echoed through the arena as Connor collided with an opposing player, his body crumpling to the ice in a heap.

Time seemed to stand still as I watched in horror from the bench, my heart pounding in my chest as the realization sunk in. Connor was hurt, and he was hurt badly.

Without a second thought, I leaped to my feet, my skates clattering against the hard surface of the bench as I rushed onto the ice. The crowd's cheers and chants faded into the background as I made my way towards him, my only focus on the figure lying motionless on the ice.

"Connor!" I called out, my voice echoing through the empty arena as I knelt beside him.

He lay there, his face twisted in pain, blood pooling beneath him as he clutched at his jaw. My heart ached at the sight of him, his normally vibrant blue eyes dulled with agony.

"Y/N," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. "I think... I think I broke my jaw."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I reached out to touch him, my fingers trembling as they brushed against his cheek. He winced at the contact, but he didn't pull away, his gaze locked with mine in silent understanding.

"We need to get you off the ice," I said, my voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd.

With a nod, he struggled to his feet, leaning heavily on me for support as we made our way towards the bench. The crowd's cheers and chants seemed to fade into the background as we disappeared into the tunnel, leaving behind the chaos of the game.

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The first period ended in a blur of chaos and confusion, the atmosphere in the locker room tense as we waited for news of Connor's condition. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, each second dragging on as we anxiously paced back and forth, our thoughts consumed by worry and fear.

And then, finally, the door swung open, and there he was - Connor, his face pale and drawn, but his eyes filled with determination.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, rushing to his side as he sank onto the nearest bench.

"Like I got hit by a freight train," he replied with a weak smile, his voice hoarse with pain.

I winced at the sight of him, his jaw swollen and bruised, his normally cheerful demeanor replaced by a grimace of agony. But despite the pain etched on his face, there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, a determination to soldier on no matter what.

"We'll get through this," I said, reaching out to squeeze his hand in reassurance.

He nodded in agreement, his grip tight and reassuring as we sat together in the quiet of the locker room, the sound of our breathing the only thing breaking the silence.

The news of Connor's injury weighed heavily on all of us as we awaited word from the doctors. When the diagnosis came back confirming a broken jaw requiring surgery, a sense of somberness fell over the locker room. But amidst the uncertainty, there was one thing that remained clear - Connor needed support, and he needed it now.

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As the team dispersed to make arrangements for Connor's surgery and recovery, I knew that I had to do something to help. Without hesitation, I offered to have him stay with me during his recovery, knowing that he would need all the help and support he could get.

"Are you sure about this?" Connor asked, his voice filled with gratitude as we sat together in the quiet of the locker room.

"Absolutely," I replied, my heart swelling with determination. "You've always been there for me, Connor, and now it's my turn to be there for you."

With a nod of agreement, Connor accepted my offer, his eyes shining with gratitude as we made plans for his surgery and recovery. And as we left the locker room together, a sense of purpose filled the air, a determination to see Connor through this difficult time no matter what.

The day of Connor's surgery arrived with a mixture of nerves and anticipation, the air thick with tension as we made our way to the hospital. As we sat together in the waiting room, the minutes seemed to stretch on endlessly, each passing second filled with worry and fear.

But finally, the door swung open, and there he was - Connor, his face pale and drawn, but his eyes filled with determination.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, rushing to his side as he emerged from the operating room.

"Like I got hit by a truck," he replied with a weak smile, his voice muffled by the bandages wrapped around his jaw.

I winced at the sight of him, his face swollen and bruised from the surgery, but there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, a determination to soldier on no matter what.

With gentle hands, I helped him to his feet, supporting him as we made our way out of the hospital and into the waiting car. The journey home was quiet, the silence broken only by the sound of our breathing as we navigated the familiar streets of the city.

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As we arrived at my apartment, I helped Connor inside, guiding him to the couch where he would spend the next few days recovering. And as I tucked him in with a warm blanket and a soft pillow, I knew that no matter what the future held, we would face it together, side by side, skating towards our dreams.

The days passed in a blur of doctor's appointments, medication schedules, and endless hours spent by Connor's side, tending to his every need. But as the initial shock of his injury wore off, frustration began to set in, gnawing away at Connor's resolve like a persistent ache.

"I hate this," he muttered, his voice thick with frustration as he struggled to adjust to life with a broken jaw.

"I know it's tough," I replied, my heart aching at the sight of him in pain. "But you're doing great, Connor. You're strong, and you'll get through this."

He sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he sank deeper into the couch. "I just feel so... useless," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

I reached out to touch him, my fingers brushing against his cheek in a gesture of comfort. "You're not useless, Connor," I said, my voice filled with conviction. "You're brave and resilient, and you're handling this with so much strength and courage."

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty. "But what if I never play hockey again?" he whispered, his voice trembling with fear.

My heart broke at the thought of him giving up on his dreams, his passion for the game dimming like a fading flame. But I refused to let him succumb to despair, to let his injury define him.

"You will play hockey again, Connor," I said, my voice firm and unwavering. "This is just a setback, a temporary obstacle in the road. But you'll overcome it, and when you do, you'll be stronger than ever."

For a moment, he was silent, his gaze locked with mine in silent understanding. And then, with a nod of determination, he squared his shoulders and met my gaze with renewed resolve.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "For everything."

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The days stretched on, each one feeling longer and more monotonous than the last as Connor's frustration continued to grow. Despite my best efforts to keep his spirits up, there was a restless energy that simmered beneath the surface, a longing for the one thing that had always brought him solace - the ice.

"I can't take it anymore," Connor muttered, his voice tinged with desperation as he paced back and forth across the living room. "I need to get back on the ice."

I watched him from the couch, my heart aching at the sight of him so restless and unsettled. It had been weeks since his surgery, and the confines of my apartment were starting to feel like a prison to him.

"I know, Connor," I replied, my voice soft with sympathy. "But the doctor said you need to rest and recover."

"But I can't just sit here and do nothing," he protested, his frustration boiling over like a pot about to spill. "I need to move, to skate, to feel the rush of the ice beneath my feet."

I sighed, knowing that there was little I could do to ease his longing. But then, an idea began to form in my mind, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

"Maybe... maybe we could go watch a practice," I suggested tentatively, the words spilling out before I could stop them.

Connor's eyes lit up at the suggestion, his face breaking into a wide grin at the prospect of being back at the rink, even if only as a spectator.

"Really?" he asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

I nodded, a smile spreading across my face at the sight of him so eager and hopeful. "Yes, really. We'll go watch a practice, and maybe it'll help ease some of that restlessness."

And so, with a newfound sense of purpose and determination, we made our way to the rink, the anticipation building with every step. As we stepped inside the arena, the familiar sound of skates cutting through the ice filled the air, mingling with the cheers and chatter of the crowd.

And as Connor's eyes lit up at the sight of the rink, a sense of peace washed over me, knowing that even in the darkest of times, there was still hope, still the promise of better days ahead.

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The day had finally arrived - the day Connor would step back onto the ice for the first time since his injury. As we made our way to the rink, anticipation hung in the air, a palpable energy that crackled with excitement and nerves.

"I can't believe it's finally happening," Connor said, his voice filled with awe as he gazed out at the ice.

I smiled at him, a sense of pride swelling in my chest at the sight of him so eager and determined. It had been a long and arduous journey, but finally, he was here, ready to reclaim his rightful place on the ice.

With a deep breath, Connor laced up his skates, the familiar sensation sending a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He took a moment to savor the feeling, the cold bite of the ice beneath his feet, the sound of his blades cutting through the surface with each stride.

And then, with a burst of speed, he was off, gliding effortlessly across the ice with a grace and precision that seemed to defy gravity. It was as if he had never been away, as if the weeks spent off the ice had been nothing more than a distant memory.

I watched from the sidelines, my heart swelling with pride as I witnessed the sheer determination and resilience that defined Connor's spirit. Despite the challenges he had faced, he had never once given up, never once lost sight of his dreams.

As he practiced alone, honing his skills and perfecting his moves, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sight of him so focused and determined. This was Connor at his best, his passion for the game burning brighter than ever before.

And as the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the ice, Connor finally skated over to join me at the boards, his face flushed with exertion but his eyes shining with pride.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "For everything."

I smiled at him, a sense of warmth and contentment washing over me as I reached out to squeeze his hand in reassurance.

"Anytime, Connor," I replied, my voice filled with sincerity. "Anytime."

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As I stepped onto the ice, the familiar chill of the rink enveloped me, sending a shiver down my spine. It was moments like these that I cherished the most - the quiet solitude of the ice, the freedom to lose myself in the rhythm of my skates.

But today was different. Today, my thoughts were consumed by one thing and one thing only - Y/N.

From the moment I first saw her, I knew there was something special about her, something that set her apart from the rest. Maybe it was the way she moved, with a grace and elegance that seemed to defy logic. Or maybe it was the sparkle in her eyes, a fire that burned bright and fierce with every glance.

Whatever it was, I found myself drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull that seemed to bind us together. And as we spent more time together, practicing on the ice and sharing quiet moments off of it, I knew that what I felt for her went beyond mere attraction - it was something deeper, something more profound.

But love was a dangerous game, one that I wasn't sure I was ready to play. After all, I was a hockey player, with a career and a reputation to uphold. Falling for a teammate, especially one as talented and captivating as Y/N, was a risk I wasn't sure I was willing to take.

And yet, despite my reservations, I couldn't deny the way my heart raced every time she was near, the way my pulse quickened at the sound of her voice. With every smile, every laugh, every shared moment, I found myself falling for her more and more, like a snowflake drifting gently towards the ground.

But love was a two-way street, and I couldn't shake the feeling that Y/N was more cautious than I was, more guarded with her heart. And who could blame her? After all, she had her own dreams and ambitions, her own fears and insecurities.

But still, I couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way I did. That maybe, in the quiet moments between practices and games, she found herself thinking of me as much as I thought of her.

The adrenaline surged through me as I stepped onto the ice for my first game back since the injury. The roar of the crowd enveloped me, a cacophony of cheers and chants that echoed in my ears like a symphony of triumph. This was it - my chance to prove that I was back, stronger and more determined than ever before.

The game was intense, a fierce battle between two rival teams vying for victory. Every pass, every shot, every save was met with a roar of approval from the crowd, the energy in the arena palpable. And as the final minutes of the third period ticked away, the score remained tied, the tension mounting with each passing second.

But then, in a split second that seemed to stretch into eternity, it happened - the puck found its way to me, and with a burst of speed, I charged towards the net, the goal looming large in my sights. With every ounce of strength and determination I had, I took the shot, the puck sailing past the goalie and into the net with a satisfying thud.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, the sound washing over me like a wave of euphoria. I had done it - I had scored.

As I skated back to the bench, my heart pounding with excitement, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and accomplishment. This was more than just a goal - it was a testament to everything I had overcome, a reminder that no matter what life threw at me, I would always find a way to rise above it.

And as I sat in the locker room after the game, surrounded by my teammates, I knew that there was something else I needed to do. Something that had been weighing heavily on my mind ever since I stepped back onto the ice.

"Y/N," I said, my voice trembling with emotion as I turned to face her. "I need to talk to you."

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern. "What is it, Connor? Are you okay?"

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say. "I... I need to tell you something," I began, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Ever since I met you, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. You've become more than just a teammate to me - you've become everything."

Her eyes widened in surprise, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she realized what I was trying to say. "Connor, I... I feel the same way," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of my racing heart.

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