#˚｡⋆〚 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]

the idiots list was severely outdated so here is what else i’ve collected over time

the matt boldy cannot swim propaganda lives on..

[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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[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.

[frostbeees]

The next golden era is now.

[lovesickhughes]

MEET ME UNDER THE MISTLETOE — a holiday series

↳ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: a collection of holiday fics inspired by my favourite xmas classics 🦌🌲🤍

author's note ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ : the holidays are fast approaching! i've decided to put together an assortment of holiday fics for this christmas season! fics will start being put out december 1 and will be released throughout the month! i hope you enjoy & i hope you are all able to celebrate the holiday season with loved ones and have it be as magical as can be 🧦🎄🤍

— smut indicated with the ‘✶’ icon —

A NONSENSE CHRISTMAS; sabrina carpenter — jack hughes x reader ✶

↳ when jack gifts a new holiday lingerie set, he realizes it might be better off then on; leaving him thinking nonsense

BUY ME PRESENTS; sabrina carpenter — quinn hughes x reader

↳ christmas comes early with quinn, getting the best present imagined

COLD DECEMBER NIGHT; michael bublé — jack hughes x reader

↳ it's the first christmas spent with the hughes family, but it's not the first time jack's been sure about you being the one

SILVER BELLS; dean martin — nico hischier x reader

↳ it's your first christmas as a family, what better way to show your daughter the holiday magic by visiting the christmas lights walk-through

[letsyapthenightaway]

“Well it's not like I'm your girlfriend” with the hockey boys

Matt Rempe- He probably got into another fight after promising you he wouldn't anymore. Get's caught off guard you had a point but it still hurt him. He wanted you, and he thought you felt the same, now he questions it all. Did you mean it as a "you haven't asked me" or "I don't care" his mind races, and he can't help but get defensive about it. Because of how his mind is racing, he can't help but stutter, then his voice is firm as he tells you "Y-You don't mean that, you know we aren't just friends!" I feel like it would just escalate the argument and somehow jealousy would get mixed in.

Luke Hughes- Shut's up so quickly, this argument between you two was stupid and pointless. You had a point though, he hadn't asked you. He had no right to claim you, no matter how much he wanted to. I feel like he would tear up and have trouble thinking of what to say next. He just wants to pull you into a hug but knows that now is not the moment. If you walk out he would chase after you "Wait let's talk about this" but still wouldn't know what to say causing you to leave. Will gather his thoughts and will make you a little gift basket and appear at your doorstep. Now knowing what he will say and that's “Can I be your boyfriend?”

Jack Hughes- Let's out a shocked laugh, Were all those nights together for nothing? Did you not see how much he loved you? Tells you right there that you can't say that. Friends don't do the things you two did, friends don't say the things you two do. Yeah, he messed up never officially asking you but don't say that you two had nothing. I wanna say that he would kiss you on the spot, your face in his hands pouring his soul into the kiss.

Quinn Hughes- You did not just say that to him, gives you a blank face. Unlike the other's he did ask you, he did the whole flowers, dinner, and present thing. What nonsense did you just say? Your right! He didn't see you as a girlfriend, no. After all this time he saw you as his wife! You're the one he wants to be with so he's gonna take a deep breath and get to the bottom of this. Maybe will try to walk away to give you both time to think.

Connor Bedard- I can imagine you two sat in a park or something just relaxing. You said it in a joking manner as you playfully pushed him, his laugh slowly stopped as he looked at you. You both got along amazingly, attached at the hip, affectionate, and got mistaken for a couple already. What was stopping him? So he asks you on the spot "So become it...be my girlfriend" as if it was so casual. Leaving you shocked looking at him as his smile slowly appears on his face as he grabs your hand.

[hockeyboi]

CONNOR BEDARD | Hyundai Canada commercial

[savagegood]

welcome to the nhl bottom training camp. i mean biosteel training camp. i mean. i. i mean.

[snekjin]

2 minutes for slashing | chi @ cgy | 15 oct 2024

[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

[nottodayjustin]

December 5th 2024 best hockey tweet(s) of the day

[highdefinitions]

people comparing bedard and celebrini’s personality get a lifeeeeeee “celebrini is who the league wishes bedard was” die!!!!!!!!!!!!! it’s fun that bedard is quiet and likes to keep to himself and so outwardly bitchy to people he doesn’t like. it’s also fun that celebrini is full of whimsy and likes to be silly and stick his face in the camera. leave those children alone!!!!!!!!!

[acekazoo]

nhl as textposts.. offseason is driving me crazy

[keerysfreckles]

truth is | CONNOR BEDARD 98

pairing: connor bedard x fem!reader

summary: when an incident between y/n and a player on the toronto maple leafs brings her and connor closer together.

warnings: use of y/n, she/her pronouns, mentions of cuts, blood and injuries, kissing, swearing, petnames used (hun, baby, babe), kind of heated makeout

a/n: ofc i had to include my fav hockey team in a connor fic its just who i am (also hockey era incoming)

masterlist ! | requests are open

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people always say you can be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

y/n l/n however didn't think the phrase would be relevant to her in the middle of the second period against the toronto maple leafs.

tonight marks the 100th nhl game for y/n. her and her teammate, connor bedard, were both drafted into the team going into the 2023 season, making this their sophomore years in the nhl.

the two teenagers immediately became close due to their birthdays being only two days apart in the same year.

it was more of a running joke (maybe a superstition) for the hawks in which every time connor scored a goal, y/n scored one quickly after.

which explains why y/n is more than determined to get the puck between the goalie of the toronto maple leafs, twenty seconds after connor scored a goal to tie the game.

after trying to hit the puck in again after a rebound, a player from the leafs hit it away from their own goal. in the small bit of commotion to follow the puck, a second leafs player fell onto the ice, with his skates up in the air as he fell into an odd position.

unbeknownst to the leafs captain as he went around the net, he bumped into y/n, not hard, but definitely enough to push her forward.

now y/n finally understood what people meant when they said wrong place wrong time.

just as y/n was falling forwards, the leafs player that was on the ground, his skate moved.

the only thing y/n felt was something cold against her face, followed by something warm and wet, and it caused her so much pain.

she immediately flinched, both from the feeling on her cheek and from finally hitting the ground after getting pushed. the game around her kept moving as she reached a gloved hand up to her face, panicking slightly when the white on her hand was now red when she pulled it away from her skin.

the closes referee noticed the girl on the floor and quickly blew his whistle.

within the mere seconds of the injury, blood was quickly making its way down y/n's cheek and neck, and onto her jersey and the ice.

fans began booing the player who cut her, while others were quiet and concerned about the blackhawks player.

y/n wasn't sure when she began to cry, but as soon as connor, and another teammate came up to her to help her, her tears weren't stopping any time soon.

the blackhawks coach was quick to meet y/n at the boards, sending her off to the medic room.

"can i go with her?" the question from connor certainly caught everyone off gaurd. he's never wanted to go with any other player if they got sent to the medic, so why did he want to go with y/n?

"please?" y/n asks, only wanting connor by her side, as she hold her glove to her cut, trying her best to stop the bleeding.

the coach sends both players off, definitely not happy now missing two critical team players.

y/n and connor faintly hear the whistle blow as they make it down the hall to the medic room.

"jeez, what happened here?" the doctor asked, frowning at the sight of y/n in front of her.

y/n was about to answer, only to find out it hurt for her to talk, making tears run down her cheeks once more.

connor was quick to speak up, "a leafs player's blade cut her, not sure how bad it is though."

the doctor nods, "can you move your glove hun?"

y/n does as asked, and the doctor slightly gasps at the cut and now blood stained cheek.

connor moves to take a look as well, and simply grabs onto y/n's hand in comfort. the girl can't deny the blush she feels creeping up to her cheeks.

while the doctor instructs y/n to sit, connor takes both of their gloves and helmets and sets them down on an empty chair.

the doctor walks y/n through the cleaning process, causing y/n to wince and reach out for connor's hand whenever some cold touched her wound.

"it is a mild cut, so it's going to need a few stitches."

y/n only nods, realizing how much energy has finally been taken out of her. all she wanted to do now was go to her apartment and sleep for the next twenty-four hours.

connor however stayed by her side the whole time, repeating comforting words whenever he noticed her eyes squeeze shut in discomfort, or when her hand tightened around his.

"we're almost done, just one more okay?"

the doctor is as quick as possible to finish her work, before handing an ice pack to y/n, who gladly holds it on her now slightly swollen face.

"the stitches can come out in one week if they don't fall out on their own, and i wouldn't reccomend talking for the next few hours. i would also advise to miss as many hockey games as you can. just so your wound can properly heal, and you won't be irritating it by yelling and all the other hockey stuff, yeah?"

y/n slightly chuckles at the doctor's last words, and connor thanks her before grabbing their things and walking with y/n back to their locker rooms.

connor looked at the small tv in the hallway, noticing the third period had started, meaning the two had a few more moments of privacy before the whole team would come barging in.

connor sits beside y/n on one of the benches, and smiles as she leans her head against his shoulder.

"how are you feeling?"

y/n simply shrugs.

"that bad, huh?"

"i just want to go home," she mumbles out, her words slurred together from the ice pack squishing her cheek and due to the pain.

"did you drive here?"

y/n shakes her head, now feeling stupid for asking a friend to drive her to their home stadium.

"i can drive you home, if you want," connor offers.

y/n nods as fast as she can, making connor chuckle again. he suggests they should finally change out of their sweaty jerseys and protective pads, making y/n get up and go to the very smaller locker room, specifically made for her, right next door.

they were both quick to change, both meeting in the hallway wearing sweatpants and hoodies.

"wait, won't coach mind we're gone?" y/n mumbles, just as connor's grabbing her bag off her shoulder.

he shakes his head, "no way. you got injured, the last thing you want to do is celebrate or do post game interviews. and i can just text one of the guys and tell him i took you home."

y/n nods as the two begin leaving the stadium. they get to connor's car fairly quickly, and y/n doesn't even have to tell connor the way to her apartment, since he's been at least once a week since they became friends.

"does it still hurt?" connor asks as he finally turns onto the street where y/n's apartment complex is.

"not as bad. the ice is definitely helping."

"that's good to hear."

connor and y/n make their way up the steps to y/n's apartment, still with connor carrying her bad for her. she fishes her keys out of the side pocket and lets them inside.

"why don't you go change into some pjs and i can throw on a movie?"

y/n gasps, "yes please."

connor laughs at her excitement before walking towards the couch, "i'll be out here."

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about an hour into the movie y/n had ended up picking for them to watch, connor felt a thump on his shoulder.

he turned, being met with y/n's head now resting on his shoulder. her eyes were closed and her breathing was even. he could only describe her as peaceful.

connor simply turned the movie off, knowing y/n would have a fit if he watched the rest without her.

as best as he could, he shuffled out from beside her and tried grabbing her to bring her to her bed, knowing she'd be more comfortable there. however she stirs when he tries picking her up again.

"what?" she mumbles tiredly.

connor chuckles, "i'm just trying to move you to your bed. you fell asleep against me."

"oh, okay," y/n relaxes again, making connor reach for her again, and successfully pick her up in his arms.

he carefully brings her down the hallway towards her room and sets her on the bed. as be leaves to grab a glass of water and pain medicine he knows she'll need in the morning, she works on getting herself comfortable.

"do you want me to spend the night? just in case you need anything?" he asks before shutting the door to let the girl sleep.

"can you stay?"

connor can't not stay at the sound her voice. he nods as a response, before shutting the door quietly. he makes his space for the night on the couch as comfortable as possible, grabbing the throw blanket on the end and piling the two pillows up as one.

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when y/n woke up the next morning, she knew one thing. her face hurt.

it hurt to swallow, it hurt to move her face, it hurt to drink water. everything simply hurt.

she couldn't imagine how much it would hurt to talk, let alone yell for connor. so she didn't even try.

she got up, completed her morning routine (minus brushing her teeth, she only guessed it would hurt), and walked slowly towards the living room and kitchen.

she turned and was surprised at the sight of connor cooking. his back was towards her, and the sound and smell of bacon cooking on the stove in front of her welcomed her into the kitchen.

she walked around him so her non-injured cheek was now resting against his shoulder.

"well hello sleepyhead," he jokes, making y/n notice it was almost eleven in the morning.

"does your cheek still hurt?"

y/n only nods, once again not daring to speak.

"after you eat something will you let me clean it again? i know it's gonna hurt but that's what the doctor said to do," connor reminds her, earning a groan out of her, making connor laugh.

"i promise i'll be gentle," he affirms while placing three strips of bacon onto two plates.

as he brought them over to the living room, y/n followed.

a few minutes passed and y/n didn't touch a single piece of bacon.

"are you not hungry?" connor asks.

y/n nods, her stomach has been rumbling since the moment she woke up.

"does it hurt to much to eat?"

y/n nods again, looking down at the plate in her lap in defeat.

"oh baby," connor pouts, as the pet name just slips past his lips. "can i clean you up first then? maybe some pain killers can help too?"

y/n nods again, grabbing connor's hand as he offers to help her up off the couch and towards the bathroom.

y/n sits patiently on the closed toilet seat as connor tries gathering as many first aid supplies as he can. once he's satisfied with his haul, he begins cleaning the girl's cheek to the best of his abilities. he was careful when taking off the bandage and wiping around the area, and let y/n hold his hand if needed.

after cleaning it, he took a warm washcloth to the skin. y/n sighed in comfort, feeling more comfortable than she's ever felt in the past twenty four hours.

"does that help?"

"mhm," she replies, her eyes closing in bliss.

connor wets the washcloth again, making sure the water isn't too hot, and brings it back to her cheek. connor is now kneeling in front of her, with her hand resting against his cheek.

the two however don't break eye contact this time, but this doesn't make the moment uncomfortable.

subconsciously connor begins rubbing his thumb over the material of the washcloth, not knowing the butterflies it was causing in y/n's stomach.

"connor," it's the first word y/n has said the entire morning, and it makes connor's heart flip.

"yeah?"

"why have you been so nice to me?"

connor takes a minute before answering, trying to internally find the right words to share.

"i just need to make sure you're okay," he was satisfied with his own answer, but y/n wasn't.

"but no other player would've done all this for me," y/n defends, talking more now that her cheek isn't hurting as much.

"well yeah, i mean we're best friends. i have to help you. i want to help you."

a minute of silence passes, as connor watches y/n's eyes flicker between his own.

he removes the washcloth from her face, only to wet it again and bring it back to her skin.

as y/n continued to stare at connor, only one thought consumed her mind. it was now or never as she let her lips move faster than her brain could stop them.

"do you ever think we're more than best friends?"

the question catches connor off gaurd. but before he can even think of a response, y/n's lips once again move faster than her liking.

"'cause i want to be more than your best friend."

y/n isn't sure where this newfound confidence is coming from, and she only swears at herself when she realize connor still hasn't answered. the last thing she ever wanted to do was make anything awkward between them, and now she's sure he's going to be walking out of—

connor's lips were on hers.

the washcloth was still pressed against her face, connor's other hand was now resting on her upper thigh, and his soft lips were on hers.

y/n's eyes were wide as he began to pull away. however she didn't want the feeling to ever end, causing her to grab his face in both of her hands and pull him to her again.

connor dropped the washcloth, making both of his hands now holding onto her thighs.

their lips were molding against one another, yet clashing to fight dominance at the same time. it was a kiss filled with many emotions. so many emotions that have been pushed down or to the side the past year, that needed to be opened.

y/n's hands moved to connor's hair, pulling slightly at the strands causing him to moan against her lips.

tongues soon started fighting, making the two more and more out of breath.

as the began pulling away, their panted breaths mingled between them as their flushed faces were only inches apart.

"i've liked you the second i saw you in that blackhawks meeting," y/n admitted, remembering the time she first saw connor after they were chosen as the 2023 rookies.

connor chuckles as his hands comfortingly rub up and down y/n's thighs, "i've liked you since the draft babe."

he simply leans in to kiss her again, but y/n hesitates.

"as much as i love kissing you, and would do anything to do it again, can you finish cleaning my cheek first?" she asks sweetly.

"oh shit, yeah, i'm sorry," connor is quick to start finishing his first aid job.

as soon as he completes taping the new gauze pad over the skin, y/n pulls him down to her by the collar of his hoodie, giggling at his surprised yet turned on moan against her lips.