#˚｡⋆〚 connor bedard 〛

[intheupside]

sid: kids these days

[pyladeshungover]

thanks @sergeifyodorov for the absolutely iconic inspo post 😂

i did the players in their team colours and because fedorov wasn't on the list i included his skates ❤️ also pride tape because fuck the nhl 😊

[highdefinitions]

fuck it. here’s another updated version of the idiots list

[isaadore]

ATTACHED CONNOR BEDARD

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎pairing connor bedard x reader

SUMMARY connor isn’t the type to say outright how much he loves you. but you didn’t need him to, not when he showed it in every little thing he did. whether it was following you around the apartment, pulling you into his arms the second you sat down, or finding excuses to keep you close, one thing was clear. he was completely, hopelessly attached to you. word count 0.6k

warnings fluff, established relationship, connor being soft and clingy, minor teasing

note not a part of my 1k celebration but i thought we all needed this with how connor’s season is going on rn 😕

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IT ALWAYS STARTED small.

You woke up first, rolling onto your side to grab your phone. But before you could even reach for it, a strong arm tightened around your waist, pulling you back into the warmth of the bed.

Connor buried his face in the crook of your neck, sighing sleepily against your skin. “No.”

You stifled a laugh. “No?”

“Stay.”

His voice was muffled and low, still heavy with sleep, but there was no room for argument. You were stuck, wrapped up in him. His grip was just firm enough to keep you from slipping away.

You exhaled through your nose, amused, and brushed your fingers through his hair. “You’re clingy in the mornings.”

“Not clingy,” he corrected, though the way he tugged you closer said otherwise. “Just comfortable.”

You shook your head, but your chest felt warm, your heart softening at how much he didn’t want you to leave yet.

Still, after a few more minutes, you finally manage to wiggle free, much to Connor’s displeasure. He groaned dramatically, rolling onto his stomach as you sat up.

“I’ll be back in, like, five minutes,” you promised, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head before slipping out of bed.

You thought that was the end of it.

But then, twenty minutes later, you were standing in the kitchen making coffee when you felt it. A familiar presence lingered behind you, followed by the quiet shuffle of socked feet.

You glanced over your shoulder, and sure enough, Connor was there. His hoodie was wrinkled, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were still half-lidded with sleep.

“You good?” you asked, sipping from your mug.

He grunted in response, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder.

You huffed a laugh. “Connor.”

“What?” he mumbled against your hoodie.

“I thought you were sleeping.”

“I was.” He paused. “Then I woke up, and you weren’t there.”

You blinked, realizing he had gotten up just to follow you. “So you came all the way to the kitchen?”

He nodded against your shoulder like it was the most logical thing in the world.

“You’re impossible.”

“Mm.” He hummed, unbothered, and just tightened his arms around you.

And really, what could you say? That was just how he was. He was never too obvious about it, but he always found reasons to be close.

It happened again when you were sitting on the couch later that afternoon. You had your laptop balanced on your knees, fully focused on whatever you were watching, when Connor came in from the other room and wordlessly flopped down beside you.

You barely had a chance to react before he shifted closer, his arm draping over the back of the couch, his knee knocking against yours.

You glanced over. “Comfortable?”

“Not yet.”

Before you could question it, he moved again, pulling you into his side, letting you settle against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You paused for a second, then shook your head, amused. “You do realize you’ve been practically glued to me all day, right?”

Connor exhaled, long and dramatic, like he was thinking about it. Then, after a beat, he said, “So?”

You snorted. “So, is there a reason, or are you just really attached to me all of a sudden?”

He shrugged, playing with the hem of your hoodie. “Dunno. Just like having you close.”

Your heart clenched, and maybe you were a little obsessed with him too.

“Well, lucky for you,” you said, reaching up to ruffle his hair, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Connor hummed, satisfied, and pressed a quick kiss to your temple before relaxing against you completely.

Yeah. He was definitely attached.

But honestly, you didn’t mind one bit.

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[fourthliner]

Can someone get him a chocolate chip cookie damn

[sergeifyodorov]

The Next Generation

The jack, traditionally the lowest face card, has often been promoted to a higher or the highest position in the traditional ranking of cards, where the ace or king generally occupied the first rank.

[moncuries]

cmon bedsy

[nottodayjustin]

March 5th 2025 best hockey tweet of the day

[belovasknives]

Macklin Celebrini: I love my friends :) this rebuild has potential :)

Connor Bedard subplot:

[doodleddaisies]

I see no difference

[serovolk]

connor bedard im coming to save you from the blackhawks sweetie just hold on a little longer

[hhughes]

Connor loves makes out in the car ngl

Maybe after a good win or something, he pulls you over the console into his lap and you just make out for a bit

ᡴꪫ ࣪ ݂ post game make outs with connor?? say less nonnie . . .

connor is always angsty to see you after a game. especially after a good win. there’s just so much energy in him that he doesn’t even know what to do with it …

“thanks for coming tonight baby,” he says as both of you get in the car, ready to go home.

“always. I love watching you play,” you reply sending him a soft smile and he can’t but reach over, gently cupping your cheek as he leans over the console to connect your lips. his lips chase yours as you pull away, not ready to let you go just yet.

his hands move to your waist pulling you closer and closer to him until eventually you maneuver yourself over the console, over to his seat and onto his lap, straddling him

connor tries to help, moving his seat back as far as it could go, his hands reclaiming their position on your hips

“you look so pretty in my jersey. my name on your back,” connor says, trailing kisses down your neck and his hands sneak underneath the jersey you’re wearing, caressing your bare skin

“you played so good baby. my little superstar. I wish you could realize how good you really are. how many people was at this game tonight just for you. you’re-“ you go to praise your boyfriend some more but get caught off by his lips against yours once again

connor’s hands drop to your ass, squeezing the jean-clad flesh in his hands. god connor loves you in jeans !!

“m’so proud of you con,” you say and he lets out a little whimper as you tug on his hair and press a kiss just beneath his ear, trailing your lips down to his neck. he had the perfect neck to smother in kisses and you often took the opportunity to do so.

“fuck. we should head home baby,” connor says half heartedly as you start to unbutton his white shirt.

“you wanna stop and go home?” you mumble against his collarbone and he drops his head back against the seat.

“don’t want to, but if we don’t we’re gonna end up fucking here in the rink parking lot. might wanna finish my rookie season before doing something like that,” connor jokes and you let out a soft laugh

“next time then,” you say, buttoning his shirt again and he sends you a promising grin

[highdefinitions]

the idiots list was severely outdated so here is what else i’ve collected over time

the matt boldy cannot swim propaganda lives on..

the updated updated updated list

[isaadore]

YOURS TO KEEP CONNOR BEDARD

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ pairing connor bedard x reader

SUMMARY connor has always kept his personal life private, but during a blackhawks family skate, he surprises his teammates and the media by introducing you as his girlfriend. word count 0.9k

warnings fem!reader, use of y/n, fluff, established relationship, teasing

note requested by anon <3 i'm sorry i made connor seem so tall; he definitely isn't… (he's only two inches taller than me)

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CONNER WASN’T ONE to draw attention to himself off the ice. He kept his head down, focused on hockey, and left the spotlight to the bigger personalities. It’s not that he was hiding anything—okay, maybe one thing.

You.

You’d been together for years, long enough that Connor’s rookie season with the Blackhawks wasn’t your first brush with the hockey world. But he had always kept your relationship private. There were no Instagram posts, no public outings, and no “soft launches.” He didn’t see the point in inviting unnecessary attention.

Then, out of the blue, he brought it up over takeout one night.

“So, there’s this family skate coming up,” he said casually, too casually, as if he hadn’t been rehearsing the line for days.

“Okay…” you said, raising an eyebrow as you speared a piece of broccoli with your fork.

“I was thinking, maybe you’d want to come?” He said it so fast that it almost sounded like one word.

You froze, mid-chew. “Wait, are you serious? You want me to meet your teammates?”

He shrugged, trying—and failing—to look unbothered. “I mean, yeah. It’s no big deal.”

You stared at him, a slow smile spreading across your face. “Are you blushing?”

“Just forget it,” he mumbled, looking anywhere but at you.

“Hey, no! I want to go,” you said quickly, reaching across the table to grab his hand. “I just… I didn’t think you’d want me to.”

“I do,” he said, quieter now. “I want you there.”

A few days later, you found yourself at the United Center, lacing up your skates while Connor hovered nearby. He was fidgeting with his gloves, glancing toward the ice, then back at you.

“Are you nervous?” you asked, half-laughing as you tightened your laces.

“No,” he said immediately, then paused. “Maybe. I just… I don’t do this stuff.”

“Connor, it’s a family skate, not a press conference.”

He huffed a laugh but didn’t look convinced.

The second you stepped onto the ice, Connor was right there, his hand in yours, steadying you. It was sweet how he acted like you might fall at any moment, even though you’d skated plenty of times with him before.

“You good?” he asked, glancing down at you.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling up at him. “Are you?”

Before he could answer, you caught movement out of the corner of your eye. A group of his teammates was gathered near the bench, and they were definitely watching.

“Wait a minute,” Lukas said, his eyebrows pulling together as he looked between the two of you. “Who’s this?”

Connor stiffened, his fingers tightening slightly around yours, but he didn’t let go.

“This is… uh, this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” he said, his voice steady despite the blush creeping up his neck.

The group fell silent for half a second, then erupted all at once.

“Shut up.”

“No way.”

“You’ve been hiding her this whole time?”

Taylor skated closer, eyeing Connor with disbelief. “You’ve been holding out on us, man. How long has this been a thing?”

Connor shifted awkwardly, his free hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “A while.”

“A while?” Alex said, his mouth falling open. “That’s all you’re giving us?” He turned to you, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “How do you put up with him? He’s, like, the least talkative guy on the planet.”

You laughed, shooting Connor a playful look. “He’s not so bad. When he talks, it’s usually worth listening to.”

A few of the guys laughed at that, while Connor just muttered, “Real funny,” under his breath, though he couldn’t quite hide the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

By the time the group had mostly dispersed, Connor was still at your side, his hand brushing against yours every so often, as if he needed the reassurance.

At the end of the skate, the team gathered at centre ice for a group photo. The team photographer directed everyone into position, and Connor stood with you off to the side, watching.

“C’mon, Bedard!” Lukas called out. “Bring her in, too. It’s a family skate, isn’t it?”

Connor hesitated, glancing at you. “You okay with that?”

You nodded, smiling. “Of course.”

Without another word, he led you into the group, sliding his arm around your waist as you both smiled for the camera. It felt natural, like you belonged there.

The photo was shared on the team’s Instagram later that evening, captioned: Family Skate Day ❤️

Almost immediately, fans noticed the small detail that sent the internet into overdrive: Connor Bedard, standing with his arm around a girl.

The comments section exploded.

user01 WAIT WHAT

user02 who’s the girl next to bedard??

user03 No idea but it should be me

user04 user03 preach

user05 wake up this is not a drill connor has a gf 💔

user06 Oh my day is ruined

user07 talk about a hard launch

user08 she’s so pretty stoppp

Connor didn’t notice the post until his phone buzzed with a flurry of notifications. He frowned, pulling it out of his pocket.

“Uh,” he said, staring at the screen. “I think the team might’ve… posted something.”

You leaned over to see, a soft laugh escaping as you read the caption. “Clearly.”

Connor sighed, sliding his phone back into his pocket. “This is why I don’t do social media.”

You reached for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Hey, it’s not so bad. They’re just happy for you—for us.”

He looked at you, his expression softening. “As long as you’re okay with it.”

You smiled. “I am. Are you?”

Connor hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah,” he said, his voice soft. “Better than okay.”

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[frostbeees]

The next golden era is now.

[bedards-bunnie]

NHL Players Reacting To Finding Out You're Pregnant ❄️🐰

Content: Pregnancy, Established relationships Notes: Please let me know if I missed anyone you would like to see! I hope you enjoy..please interact if you did, feedback is appreciated! 💗

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Connor Bedard

He freezes. Like completely stops functioning for a solid minute.

“Wait, really? Like… really, really?”

Once it sinks in, a huge grin grows on his face

He reaches out to touch your stomach, even though he knows there’s nothing there yet.

He’s still processing days later

“Holy shit… we’re gonna be parents.”

He immediately starts researching  “how to be a good dad”  but doesn’t tell you out of embarrassment.

Will NOT shut up about it to his teammates once he gets over the shock.

Nico Hischier

Literally stops breathing for a second. He thinks he misheard you

Hands on his hips, pacing. Runs a hand through his hair.

“Are you serious?”

When you nod, his whole face lights up with this attractive, excited smile.

Pulls you into his arms and buries his face in your neck, taking in the sweet scent of your perfume.

“I love you. So much. Oh my.”

Probably tears up but tries to be subtle about it.

Calls his mom IMMEDIATELY.

That night, he lies awake, just staring at you in awe, hand resting protectively on your stomach.

Adam Fantilli

“No way. No fucking way. Are you messing with me?”

As soon as you confirm, he just starts grinning like a fool.

Picks you up and spins you around happily.

“WE’RE GONNA HAVE A BABY!”

Lowkey freaks out about being a dad but masks it with excitement.

Already planning matching hockey jerseys for the baby.

Catches himself watching you all the time now, like holy shit, you’re carrying our baby.

Leo Carlsson

His eyes go wide and he just blinks.

“Really?” His voice is so soft and unsure.

When you nod, he immediately wraps his arms around you and just holds you tight.

Kisses your forehead, then your stomach.

“You’re gonna be the best mom.”

Gets really emotional but doesn’t say much

Looks up Swedish baby names

Jack Hughes

Stares at you for a solid ten seconds.

“Wait. What?”

Once he processes, he just drops his head into his hands, overwhelmed.

But when he looks up he’s smiling so big.

“Holy shit. We’re gonna have a baby.”

“I mean you’re gonna have a baby..but- but it’s mine, right?

Hugs you so tight, burying his face in your hair.

Calls Luke IMMEDIATELY to freak out.

Will not stop touching your stomach even though it’s early.

“Hey, baby, it’s your dad. I love you already.”

Quinn Hughes

Just stares at you for the longest time.

He’s so overwhelmed but doesn’t know what to say.

Finally, he just pulls you in, pressing his face against your shoulder.

“Are you okay? Do you feel okay?”

Tries to act calm, but you can feel his heart racing.

Kisses your forehead and whispers, “I love you so much.”

He won’t let go of you in bed and keeps one hand on your stomach.

Tyler Bertuzzi

“No shit?”

Smirks at first, but then he actually processes it.

“Wait. I’m gonna be a dad?”

You see it hit him all at once and he grabs your face, kissing you hard.

“You know our kid’s gonna be an absolute menace, right?”

Immediately starts thinking about all the dumb dad jokes he’ll get to use.

Brags to literally everyone who will listen.

“Yup, knocked her up. Guess I did something right.”

Trevor Zegras

“NO WAY.”

Literally jumps up and down like a child.

“We’re having a BABY?! We made a whole human?!”

Pulls you into his lap, holding your face in his hands.

“Holy shit, I love you so much.”

Immediately starts making TikToks about being a dad.

Buys baby Ducks merch within an hour.

Alex Vlasic 

Stops mid-breath.

“Are you serious?”

When you nod, his face softens immediately.

Holds your hands in his and kisses your knuckles.

“I love you.”

Becomes super protective overnight.

Talks to your belly when he thinks you’re asleep.

Gets teary-eyed thinking about holding your baby for the first time.

Jordan Binnington

“Wait, hold on.”

Visibly panicking.

“Like, an actual baby? Like… OUR baby?”

Sits down, processing, then suddenly grins.

“Shit. I’m gonna be a dad.”

So protective. Tries to ban you from doing anything remotely dangerous.

Insists on driving you everywhere.

Will absolutely fight someone for looking at you wrong.

Vince Dunn

Eyes go wide. Mouth slightly open.

“No way. No fucking way.”

Tears up immediately.

Wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck.

“I love you. So much.”

Starts referring to you as “baby mama” immediately.

Can’t stop smiling like an idiot.

“Our kid is gonna be a little shit, huh?”

Luke Hughes

Stares at the test for way too long. Blinks. Looks at you. Looks back at the test.

Hand running through his hair, pacing for a second before stopping in front of you.

“You’re serious?”

When you nod, he exhales sharply and then he’s grinning, pulling you into his arms.

“Holy shit, we’re having a baby.”

Face buried in your neck, arms holding you tight. A little shaky, a little overwhelmed, but so happy.

Lowkey panics about being a good dad. Watches so many parenting videos. Asks Quinn and Jack way too many questions.

Will 100% cry when he holds the baby for the first time.

Juraj Slafkovský

Eyes go wide. Mouth slightly open.

“No way. No fucking way.”

Scoops you up in his arms, spinning you around. Realizes mid spin that you’re pregnant and panics, putting you down so very gently.

“You’re serious?” he asks, voice soft, hands shaking a little. When you nod, he just stares at you in awe.

Holds your face in his hands, forehead pressed to yours, whispering, "I love you so much."

Calls his mom immediately. Literally before you even sit down. She cries and now he’s crying too.

So protective. So dramatic about it. You get up too fast? “Baby, sit.” You try to carry something? “Nope. I got it.”

Talks to your belly in Slovak every single night. Tells the baby about his games, how much he loves you, how excited he is to meet them.

Buys the tiniest baby skates he can find. Will not stop showing them to you.

Insists the baby’s first word is gonna be “hokej”

Loses his mind the first time he feels the baby kick. “Did you see that? Our baby’s already an athlete.”

Holds your hand through the whole delivery. Kisses your forehead, whispering, “You did so good, láska.”

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