#connor bedard x reader

[lcvecove]

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

[postgamevibes]

It started as a joke.

A quick kiss outside the tunnel before a game he was nervous about, nothing serious. You had leaned in, kissed him softly on the lips, and whispered, "Go get 'em, superstar."

He scored twice that night.

"This is a coincidence," you said.

"Nope. It’s the kiss," Connor insisted. "It’s good luck. You have to do it before every game now."

You laughed it off—until he started puckering up his lips like an offering before every puck drop, waiting for your kiss like it was part of his equipment.

Tonight was no different.

Connor stood just outside the locker room, already in his uniform, shifting his weight from foot to foot. The arena buzzed with pregame energy, the low hum of fans and music vibrating through the walls. He looked up as you approached, a smile spreading across his face instantly.

"You're late," he teased.

"You're needy," you teased back.

He leaned in with a grin. "Just give me the magic."

You rolled your eyes and took his face in your hands, pressing a kiss to his lips. It was quick, innocent, but it made his shoulders drop, made the tension melt away from his body.

"You’ve got this," you said.

"I’ve got this," he echoed, more to himself than to you.

As he jogged down the tunnel, he glanced back over his shoulder and shot you a wink.

He had two assists and a goal that night. Naturally.

Back home, he sprawled on the couch with his feet on your lap, scrolling through highlights on his phone.

"It’s officially not a coincidence anymore," he declared. "The kiss is canon."

"Canon?"

He nodded. "Like, part of the lore. Like a sacred pregame ritual."

You snorted. "Do I get a jersey or puck for being part of the lore?"

He tossed a throw pillow at you. "You get unlimited bragging rights."

"Hmm. Tempting."

It kept going—game after game, kiss after kiss. Home or away, you’d find a moment, no matter how quick, to press a kiss to his lips or cheek. Sometimes it was behind the scenes, in the locker room hallway. Other times it was just a texted selfie blowing a kiss when you couldn’t make it in person.

Then came the night you didn’t make it at all.

You were stuck at work, swamped with last-minute emails and back-to-back calls. You didn’t even realize how late it was until the puck had already dropped.

Connor played fine—on paper. But anyone watching closely could see the difference. He looked off. Unsettled. Like something was missing

Because something was.

After the game, he didn’t text right away. It wasn’t until almost midnight that your phone buzzed.

Connor: missed you today

You: i’m so sorry. i feel awful.

Connor: i just didn’t feel right. even in warmups. not mad. just missed you.

You sat with your phone in your hands for a long time, then typed:

You:i��ll never miss another pregame kiss. swear it.

His reply came instantly.

Connor:deal. it’s our thing now.

Next game, you were there early. Connor saw you and lit up like a fire, crossing the tunnel in three long strides.

“Hi,” he said breathlessly, already ducking his head for the kiss.

You stopped him with a hand to his chest. “Wait.”

He blinked. “What?”

You grinned. “Just soaking in the desperation. Okay, now.”

He laughed, pulling you into him as you kissed his cheek, then his lips.

“You good now?” you asked.

He nodded, already looking sharper, steadier. “I’m great.”

He turned to head out, then paused. “Love you.”

You smiled. “Love you more.”

And he stepped onto the ice, your kiss stitched into the seams of his confidence.

Canon, indeed.

[creativewritersposts]

I hope I undestood this correctly for the blurb week.

Can I request Connor bedard with ❤️+J (the types of kisses he gives)

1. nose kiss

He's not that much into pda in public but when you're worried about him before a game he's placing his hands softly on your cheeks and gives you a little nose kiss. It quickly became a cute, lucky charm ritual.

2. neck kiss

When he's waking up he always gives neck kisses. Depends on the mood but most of the time its cute and innocent.

3. romantic kiss

He doesn't like to get in hectic, messy make outs and is more likely to share unforgettable moments with you, full with romantic kisses. He could look in your eyes for hours without getting bored and places his lips on yours. You can feel his little smile every time. He doesn't mind to share this moments in the rain, at home or around closest people. He couldn't care less.

4. air kiss

"Connor Bedard scored a goal!", after his little celebration he's blows a kiss in your direction. At the beginning his fans were confused but after a few times they noticed it's for you. He's not the best at showing his feelings but he loves when you're blushing about it.

5. top of the head kiss

It's his way to tell you "I'm proud of you" . When you're studying for hours he reminds you to take breaks and kisses your top of the head.

[cyberhughes]

congrats!!

sorry this is a lot but can I get a long island #1/#24 where connor like confesses his feelings please

cyberhughes 200 follower special ⋆ .˚

long island coming up!!

prompts #1/#24: "i think i love you." + "i'm like, madly in love with you."

warnings: none!!

hi love!! thank you so much for the request! connor is such a cutie i wish men were real. there is a movie reference in here but if you don't get it its basically just that the multiverse is real :( cause i'm a nerd and i think he’s a nerd too

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connor bedard felt like a lovesick loser whenever you were around. of course you'd never known that your best friend had a major crush on you, and he intended on keeping it that way, he'd never want to jeopardize your friendship over a silly crush.

a silly crush that had his heart thumping as he watched you silently with loving eyes as you danced around the kitchen of his apartment, blasting the smith's "there is a light that never goes out" on your phones speaker. you had taken a spatula, using it as a microphone while he sat back and laughed at your antics.

"and if a double decker bus~" you flipped your hair while jumping around, shooting him a toothy smile. "crashes into us~" you sang, sliding on your socks to where he was sitting at the island and shoved your makeshift microphone into his face. you didn't notice the blush on his cheeks when he mumbled the lyrics as he rolled his eyes, “to die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die..." you'd burst into laughter at his off key singing, but he didn't get upset, he'd simply admire the way your face lit up, because of him.

a silly crush that had him doing whatever you wanted, he'd follow you around like a lost puppy any day. you had dragged him to a new book shop that had just opened up, not too far away from his place. he trailed behind you as you scanned the tall shelves of books, falling in love with the way you observed the books with such concentration, the way your eyes squinted slightly and your brows furrowed as you flipped through the pages. and of course he was holding your pile of books to purchase, unsure if you knew what the cost was, it was getting to be quite the stack.

"i promise i'm almost done." you'd give him a sorry smile and he'd shake his head, "it's okay, i don't mind." and he really didn't, he'd actually prefer that you take longer just so he could spend more time with you, not getting to see you as often because of his busy career. he didn't notice when you called out his name, too entranced by the way your lips moved as you spoke passionately about the books.

"connor?" his eyes widened, "yeah, sorry." you pointed to a book that was just barely out of your reach. "can you reach that?" you'd ask sweetly and he felt his heartbeat pick up, nodding. he balanced your current pile of books carefully in one hand while he grabbed the new one. "thanks!" you eagerly grabbed it, your hands touching for a brief moment, and how he wished he could experience the things you read about in your romance novels, with him.

a silly little crush that had was not in fact so silly anymore. he couldn't go about his day without thinking of you. the two of you had a movie night planned, and while this was a regular occurrence for you, he suddenly felt so nervous. he had made sure his apartment was extra clean, that he smelled good, and that he didn't forget to pick up your favorite snacks. when you had arrived with sweats and no makeup on, he couldn't hep but fall in love with you more, appreciating that you felt comfortable around him.

that night the movie you had picked was 'everything, everywhere, all at once.' you'd seen it a few times and you knew connor would be a big fan. you had your legs rested on his lap as you concentrated on the movie, but the only thing he could concentrate on was your pretty face.

"think about it connor!" you started chatting, throwing a piece of popcorn in your mouth, "imagine what our lives would've been like if we had made different decisions! like what if we had never met? would we still be where we are now? or would i be a famous celebrity?" he listened intently as you continued to ramble on, explaining how the multiverse could very much be real, and that your every day decisions could alter your life's path so easily. all he could think was that in every universe, he'd want to be with you.

"what do you think?" you asked and he stared at you with dazed eyes, "i think i'm in love with you." both of your eyes widened at his words. he couldn't believed he had just said that, out loud. "what did you just say?" you asked with uncertainty and he felt like his heart might beat out of his chest. oh well, there was no turning back. "i'm like, madly in love with you." he confessed and felt his stomach do somersaults as he waited for a response from you.

at first you just stared at him in disbelief, and he had thought he had messed everything up. he then watched a smile slowly form on your face as you sighed, "connor bedard you are such an idiot." you giggled, "i think i'm madly in love with you too."

he didn't know what to do, he hadn't ever planned on confessing his feelings to you. he thought that he'd might be dreaming, it was only in his dreams that you had reciprocated his feelings, but here you were. and so he spoke the only words he could think of in that moment,

"can i kiss you?"

[pheastinyworld]

it takes time ❀•°•───────•

request: Omg i really love your writing ❤️❤️❤️ but may i request a fluffy with Bedsy pleaseee he deserve to be happy too 🥹

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: um, none? oh not super proof read yet

author's note: accidently deleted this, you didnt see that. okay okay so there's angst SORRY... BUT just for a bit, it ends fluffy dw. this is also for my darling @belli5 cause she hit 300 yesterday and im so so proud of her!!!

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you really hadn't meant for it to get this bad. you couldn't pinpoint exactly when it had all started going downhill, but wherever you were at in your relationship wasn’t healthy anymore. you couldn't stay, you were only hurting yourself.

you had known each other since you were kids, growing up next door, your parents relatively close. 

you had known him long before he was considered as ‘connor bedard number one overall draft pick.’ when his family moved into the house next door, your mom sent you over with a freshly baked batch of cookies, ones which you were annoyed about giving away. 

putting on your hoodie to combat the awful weather outside, you only needed to walk a few steps before your spare hand was knocking on their door. within a few seconds, the it swung open with such speed you stumbled back slightly, being met with a wide eyed boy.

“who are you?” he seemed so excited it threw you off a little before you finally said your name.

“i live next door, my mom told me to bring you these.” you shoved the tray of cookies forward with a shy smile. the boy took them like he was given a million dollars.

“thank you.” before stuffing a cookie into his mouth and continuing, mildly incoherently, while chewing, “i'm connor by the way. how old are you?” 

“seven, how old are you?” you asked back, already feeling oddly comfortable around him. his eyebrows shot up and a grin spread on his rosy cheeks.

“me too!” 

you two have only gotten closer since that afternoon. you attended every game of his you could. no matter what, you stayed close. connor moved to play in the whl and you finished high school. both your parents were nervous about what the distance might do to your friendship. luckily on one random saturday morning, after conor had been drafted by the blackhawks, you facetimed him, chicago university acceptance letter in hand. 

you were both new to the city and sticking together made both your parents happier. so, you did what any childhood friends would do and moved in with each other. and somehow, like anyone else would in that situation, you ended up falling in love with your best friend. stupid, right? oh but he just made it so easy.

you would be exhausted, hunched over your textbooks and laptop, the white computer light shining into your bloodshot eyes. connor would rest against the door frame, sighing before walking with careful steps over to you, gently closing your laptop and shushing your whines at him. 

“no, con, i really need to study.” you said, trying to push his hand away, head not even turning towards him once. 

“yeah, but you’ve done so well already, you’ve been studying all night and you look burnt ou-”

“hey!” you scowled at him, pulling the glasses off your face and dropping them on the table. 

“you know i didn't mean it like that,” connor chuckled, holding his hand out with a warm smile. sighing, you took it and let him lead you out and onto the sofa. 

connor let you choose the movie to watch and pulled you close to him, playing with the ends of your hair and rubbing circles on your shoulder. 

and it would go like this all the time. you were just as bad; it takes two to create the mess you found yourself in. 

back-to-back losses for chicago blackhawks and connor was over it; his body felt overworked and his morale was low. dropping his bag down in the entry of your apartment with a thud, you already knew how his mood was going to be, watching the game at home and feeling the sad pang in your chest for him.

his hair would still be damp and his body hugged by a hoodie. you walked towards him, holding gentle expression and opening your arms out for him. connor accepted your embrace without a second thought. 

“come on, let’s get you into bed.” 

you would lead him into his own bedroom, sitting yourself against the headboard so he could rest his head on your stomach.

“played like shit.” he finally mumbled after not speaking. he had always gone quiet when he was upset, ever since he was young. 

but you hated when he did this, because to you, he was the best player you had ever seen, inside and out. “no you didn’t, you played your best. today wasn't your fault.”

it went pretty silent for a while as you ran your fingers through his damp hair. he slowly relaxed, the adrenaline and tension finally releasing under your touch.

“thank you,” and even before you had time to respond, connor quickly added, “love you.”

you shut your eyes, feeling a small pang in your heart. this is probably when you started noticing it. the feelings. voice almost cracking, you responded, “love you too darling.”

he would never say much else, just snake his arm around you and snuggle into your warmth, humming as you stroked his hair and lulled him to sleep. 

but best friends didn’t look at each other the way you two did. best friends didn't react like that when they were told i love you. 

and the day connor walked into your room, holding up two shirt options and asked which one would look better for a date with a girl he had just met, you broke. everything you had been holding in came crashing down.

“the black one looks the best on you.” you just let your mouth talk as you tried to focus your mind on not letting yourself cry.

you tried to do anything to distract you after he left. you baked, you tried watching a show, you tried sleeping. and then you tried reading a book. oh what a mistake. pulling the novel from your bedside table, your bookmark fell out and onto your lap. glancing at it you began to tear up, and at some point tearing up became full chest wracked sobs. it was the customized bookmark connor had bought you at your request; it detailed a very old picture of you two, both eight years old, lying next to each other on the bedard family sofa and dead asleep.

you had given connor all of yourself. every boyfriend you had was short lived because you could only ever look for connor in whatever poor guy had asked you out on a date. you were happy when he was happy, your heart broke when his did, you felt the tight pull in your chest whenever he was upset about a game. you would bend over backwards to put a smile on his face. 

you dropped the bookmark, the edges streaking with a cocktail of inky colors that had mixed with the liquid from your salty tears. you moved without thinking, you couldn't think. maybe if you had, you may have acted in a different way. mindlessly packing a bag of overnight clothes, calling your close friend you had met from school and asking if you could crash at hers to collect your thoughts.

connor came back to an empty apartment and no girl on his arm. he hadn't felt any connection. but he didn't care about the date anymore. no, now he was frantically rushing around the apartment looking for you, pacing up and down the hallway outside your empty room, phone in hand as he called you. 

when you finally picked up, he let out a relieved sigh, huffing out a laugh, “i thought something had happened, you all good? where you at?” 

“connor, i can't live in that apartment anymore.” your voice cracked at the edges; you felt like a coward doing this over the phone. connor knew when you were about to cry, he could always sense it coming by the way you spoke.

his heart dropped, a bit confused, “huh? why?”

you paused for a second, “because connor… oh god… because you'll never feel the same way about me, and i'm breaking my heart being so close to you but just not enough. i- i can't live with you anymore con, i'm sorry.” 

the line went silent for what felt like lifetimes. you almost hung up, embarrassed that your lifelong best friend couldn't even form words at your confession. 

“come back and we can talk about this.” connor finally said, voice low and careful, his mind still racing. “please, baby.”

your breath caught, he heard it too, “don't. don't call me that. please don't.”

you sighed, head dropping, “ill come by at some point to get my things.” 

“no that's not what i mea-”

you couldn't take it. you felt embarrassed, upset. you hung up and turned your phone off for the rest of the night.

you stayed at your friends house for three days. three long days in which connor had felt horrible. he moped around at practice and go straight to sleep once he got home. he couldn't bare being in the apartment too long or else he was reminded about how much he missed you and how big he fucked up.

you felt just as bad. you realized you had never really gone this long without at least texting. and it hurt. 

connor was supposed to be at an early morning skate, you knew his schedule. entering the quiet apartment, swiftly making your way to your room to pick up some of your study materials. but you halted in your tracks, stopping right at the threshold of your room.

your best friend was lying on your bed, face nuzzled into your pillow; the one on the side of the bed you always slept on. he looked so peaceful, but even asleep he looked exhausted. 

you tried your best to pick out your books without making a sound, but the universe just wasn't on your side. 

“hey.” you shut your eyes when you heard his voice, back still turned away from him. what could you say? ‘yeah con so still very much in love with you, fuck you for waking up’ maybe you'd steer clear of that.

“hey.” was all you got out, continuing to place your notepads in your bag. 

connor sat up and rubbed his eyes, seeing you again made his heart ache. he couldn't believe you were actually here. getting up quickly, he scrambled to stand beside you, hands on your shoulders and forcing you to turn towards him, eyes full of purpose. 

“please look at me,” connor was almost begging, he didn't know what else to do. 

you knew that if you looked at him, looked into the eyes you loved so much, you'd break into tears. but you did it anyway, because it was him. you'd always say yes to him.

“i know you're hurt and embarrassed, but please let me explain, i just need you to listen.” connor said carefully. “please?”

everything in your chest hurt, but you nodded, looking up at him as he sighed, swallowing to try gain some composure. 

“i never wanted you to feel the way you do, please know that. i had no clue you felt that way and i feel like an idiot now becau-”

“i know con, i didn't expect you to love me back the same, it was stupid, i ju-”

“no, it's not stupid!” connor exclaimed, his hand going to hold your cheeks. 

you blinked, not knowing what to do.

“it was never stupid.” his voice was smaller now, shy in a way that threw you off. “it was stupid i didn't notice it. any hope i had that you did, i told myself it wasn't because i didn't want to ruin things. you've been my person for so long that i'd hate myself everyday if i made things difficult.” 

it was like your ears were ringing, you weren't really sure what was happening. he was talking so fast you could only fully process bits and pieces. 

“you… what?” you let a tear slip past your eyes and connor was quick to wipe it away, smiling at you softly.

“baby i fell in love with you the second you knocked on my door with that tray of cookies. and i've only fallen more in love with you since.” connor felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders as he wiped away your tears. 

you on the other hand, couldn't even form words. so you did the only thing you could do, reaching up to place your lips against his. immediately you both melted into the kiss.

when you two finally pulled apart, connor kept you close, pressing his forehead on yours, stupid smiles tickling the edges of both your lips.

“i really wish you'd have told me sooner.” you said, giggling as he rolled his eyes.

“you could've done the same. and maybe not left me stranded in this empty apartment to sulk.” he responded, nudging your nose with his, making you smile even more, warmth spreading across your entire body.

“got you to confess though didn't i?” he chuckled at you, pressing one more kiss on your lips, never wanting to let go of your.

“sure did.” 

[goldielia]

headcanons: first dates version

includes: jh86, qh43, lh43, nh13, mm16, wn88, ld29, cb98, ws2

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jack does not like dating people he doesn’t know a least a bit so when he asks you out you’ve been friends for a minute and you’ve been to his apartment a few times. you’re still nervous when you ring his doorbell. he told you to dress casual so you’re wearing baggy jeans and a sweater and it’s your favourite outfit but there’s nerves anyway. they’ve melted away though, minutes into the date, because you’ve ditched the pizza-topping-preparing for hopping onto the counter and constructing the perfect queue of songs to play through the big speakers in the living room. soon enough the both of you are singing and dancing through jacks kitchen, eating half the toppings he’s prepared while throwing the other half on heart-shaped pizzas. all your nerves are forgotten when he twirls you into his arms, leans his forehead against yours and asks you if he can kiss you. (you might burn the pizzas because you’re making out like teenagers but that’s nothing a quick doordash order can’t fix).

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quinn likes romance but not cliches. your standard dinner and a movie would be too predictable so he tells you to wear your comfiest outfit you want to leave your apartment with and picks you up right on time. you’re both in his car in sweats and hoodies and you make a pit stop at your favourite chinese restaurant (he made you put your order into his phone the second you stepped foot into his car) before he pulls into the drive-in. he tries to keep the movie you’re seeing a secret but once you drive by the sign reading pride and prejudice in big black letters, he watches you gasping quietly and smiling to yourself out of the corner of his eye. if by the end of the night you’ve snuggled up together in the backseat, front seats reclined so you can still see the movie, and he tells you he picked pride and prejudice because he caught onto you quoting it in a text a few weeks back, maybe this becomes the best first date of your life.

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luke needs that slightly competitive edge so he takes you to his favourite arcade. you’re going on a random wednesday night when the sign says closed (luke’s made friends with the guy at the front desk, a college student who’s working a side job to pay his rent) so you’re in there alone. it’s a little awkward at first, you’re slightly nervous and luke’s a little like a shy puppy, talking away until his brain catches up with what he’s been saying but after a few minutes you’ve found the dance dance revolution nearly hidden in the back and it prompts a night of endless giggles. lukes long limbs trying to keep up with the instructions look objectively hilarious and you can’t imagine you look particularly graceful dancing while doubling over and heaving with laughter either. you try out most games in the room, trying to one-up each other and not so subtly staring in the colourful glow of the neon lights. luke orders you two a pizza to share and you find yourselves sitting on the floor of the arcade, stuffing your faces and sharing a diet coke (because it’s your favourite) and somehow you end up kissing each other goodbye (tentatively and very much like the first kiss that it is).

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nico goes all out. i can’t explain why i think so but once you say yes to a date there’s no holding him back. he takes you to a pretty well known restaurant in new york city, you've never been there so he sends you a menu and dress code ahead of time which you gladly appreciate. it’s semi-nice, jeans and a button up look great on him and the watch on his wrist only adds to it. he’s got a light hand on your lower back when he follows you and the host out onto the rooftop terrace to your table. the people you see along the way are dressed similarly to yourself and nico, there‘s suit pants and button ups and fancy dresses everywhere. you’re pleased to know he described the dress code well and you fit right in (you were slightly anxious in front of your closet a few hours before) and thanks to scouting the menu out beforehand, you know which dish you’re most interested in. you end up splitting two of them, a pasta that’s almost not a diet plan violation and a bowl that most definitely is. he also insists you pick a bottle of wine so you’re pleasantly buzzed by the time you also order a chocolate dessert to share. conversation flows nicely, always has, even when you were only texting, and his very slight accent only adds to his charm. you decide to walk home, the way not being too long (and maybe he wants to spend a little more time with you and maybe hold your hand and maybe bring you to your door and part with a kiss on the cheek, like the gentleman he is).

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you didn’t know about the term “meet-cute” before you met mitch, but looking back that’s totally what happened with you two. you were out with your best friends dog, they had gone back home for a few days to sort out some family matter and left you in charge of their adorable goldendoodle athena for the time being. with a hot drink in your left hand and her leash wrapped around your right, you braved the cold canadian november wind to spend your free saturday at one of torontos dog parks. you were deeply engrossed into the podcast you’d been listening to through your earbuds and you walked a few steps back and forth to keep warm while keeping your eyes on athena, who was playing idly with a few dogs you met at this park regularly. after a few minutes you noticed she favoured playing with one dog more than any of the others. when you called her over after you’d been getting colder and colder and even athenas happiness didn’t seem worth this torture anymore, her favourite friend even came over to you. it trotted over a few steps behind athena, seeming almost shy as it walked slowly towards you. as you crouched down to clip athenas leash back on, a voice sounded out from the other end of the clearing the dogs had been playing on. a few minutes later you’d found yourself next to the man, who introduced himself as mitch and the adorable chocolate lab athena had been playing with as zeus. it hadn’t taken the both of you long to decide to get coffee together, both of you not wanting to separate your dogs, who kept on playfully nipping and nuzzling each other. you’d ended up exchanging phone numbers over that exact cup of coffee and would later name this your first date.

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willy seems like a huge quality time guy to me, i think he’d like just being able to do his thing while you do yours. it’s how you end up because you try scheduling a date where you both find time for literal weeks but he has to manage practice and games and all sorts of media stuff and you’re busy yourself so you end up on opposite sides of his couch. your laptop on your lap, headphones in, typing away at school work or some project for your job while he takes calls and gives interviews and watches tape on the other end of the cushions, feet meeting in the middle. you indulge in some lingering looks and staring but also a game of footsies. there’s small breaks for a drink or a snack and of course a bit of chatting between the two of you and you’re surprised by how much you got done even though he can be pretty distracting if you peek over your laptop for too long (it also makes it even more rewarding when you both are able to close your laptops for the night and order some takeout for dinner and actually talk).

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i’m convinced leon hates dating, especially first dates. i think he’d just take you out for coffee or drinks regularly without ever telling you about his intentions, mask it as friends going out together. maybe you were friends with a teammate or a wag before and he started out inviting them as well but soon it turned into just the two of you to the point where you’re creating routines. drinks after wins, coffee after losses. lunches or dinners after special occasions - a hatty or a night with many points. it takes your friend complaining about how nobody ever puts effort into dates anymore for you to realize that maybe you’ve been subconsciously dating leon draisaitl for months. you’re hesitant about it for a few days but you can’t hold yourself back one night so you ask him for a real date, drinks at your favourite bar, one that’s a little bit of a hole in the wall. you’ve discovered it a few, well, dates in and you’ve frequented it ever since, trying yourselves through the drink menu and this time you spend a night actually flirting instead of dancing around each other.

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you’re up early and just getting ready for your day when you receive connors text, “so i kinda broke my jaw last night, rain check on tonight?” and you’re instantly worried. usually you’d watch the blackhawks games but you’d fallen asleep over your work last night. “what do u mean u broke ur jaw? are you okay?” it takes him a while to answer and by the time you’re on your daily commute your phone vibrates again. “in a shit ton of pain and probably needing surgery but doing okay. sorry to have to reschedule, i was really looking forward to tonight :(” it’s your lunch break when you look at your phone again and you find a message by connors sister, who was the one to initially introduce the two of you. “hey, would you mind visiting connor sometime soon? we’re not getting in until the weekend and he’s been talking about your date a lot. he’s really bummed about his jaw so could you maybe cheer him up a little?” you instantly tell her yes and as soon as you’re able to log off you pick up some soup and ice cream and anything you hope he can eat before you make your way to connors. you’ve kept up a steady stream of texting to make sure he wouldn’t be asleep and he truly does look sad when he opens the door for you. after he’s eaten the soup and the two of you have curled up on his couch with the ice cream watching greys anatomy (you find it slightly out of place but he says he likes it because it reminds him of how much worse off he could be) he looks a little more relaxed.

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you’d been taking cycling classes for basically your whole college career, liking the way you could fit so much exercise into so little time, especially during your sports off season. will had seen you leave the cycling room of the gym red-faced and on shaky legs multiple times and never failed to throw you an amused smile or a light chirp. he still didn’t believe it was all that exhausting though, no matter how many times you told him about it so for your first date you insisted on taking him to his first cycling class (and treat him for a juice at your favourite cafe when he inevitably has to admit it’s fucking tiring). you had the actual time of your life, watching your oh-so-athletic-hockey-player-date sweat buckets and gasp for air on the bike next to you and he vowed to never make fun of you ever again for your classes if he could take you ice skating for your next date.

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feel free to let me know if you would like reading other players / scenarios!

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[amourtoken]

any more thoughts/visuals for bedsy? can’t get enough of him tbh

I've had a few ppl ask for more of him recently I'll have to start giving him more attention asap 👀

In my mind he's like Luke in the sense that he could happily suffocate in your tits

Ending up like this the first time he invites you over

The energy you'd get after he comes home off a win

I think you'd have to teach him how to eat you out right but once he's got it he's begging to have his mouth on you 24/7

[jack29dunn]

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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[letsyapthenightaway]

could we please have all the guys reaction to the - "Somebody point me to the best ass eater" trend please lovely? x

This is going to be weak because I think most of them wouldn't participate but let me imagine.

Luke Hughes- if you are holding the phone he's shaking his head with a smile and pushing it out of his face. If you are doing the little dance that goes with the trend he'd react the same way but walk away.

Jack Hughes- ... he's iffy for me. I think it would be depending on his mood. He'd either go "No" and shut it down real quick or he's going all in. I mean all in! Laughing while doing the head shake thing and tongue out.

Quinn Hughes- I can't picture Quinn anywhere near this trend. I have a feeling he ran away before you could get to him.

Matt Rempe- I think he'd laugh, do the trend for like 3 seconds, get embarrassed and pull away instantly regretting it. I can picture him laughing with a slight blush and doing that little thing he does when he's nervous. Like running his hand through his hair and hand on his hip.

Connor Bedard- He's standing there with the most awkward smile but when he hears the lyrics he's going "What?" With wide eyes and an awkward laugh.

[captain-hughes]

First Time

Pairing : Connor Bedard x fem!reader

Summary : Yn loses her virginity to Connor. When they wake up, he realizes she’s in a little pain and helps her.

Warnings : p in v, virginity loss, +18 smut, mention of sex, nicknames, MDNI, after care, overstimulation, fingering

A/n : It’s my first fanfiction, sorry for the mistakes. I hope you will enjoy it.

You wake up thanks to the first rays of sun that cross the curtains. Connor is asleep next to you, his face is peaceful. You can't help but think back to last night when you lost your virginity. You spent an important cape with the man you love. You want to turn around so you can snuggle in his arms but you feel a sharp pain in your lower body. You let a moan of pain leave your lips, putting you back in your initial position.

You didn't notice that your moaning waking up Connor. His eyebrows furrow. "Are you in pain, how much?”, he asks, straightening up in bed to see you better.

His muscles tighten when he wants to take you in his arms but your eyebrows furrow following the pain.

Connor can't stand the fact that you're in pain. And he starts to think too much. He would have wondered what he could have done to make you less bad. You notice his expression and put your hand on his cheek. "You made sure it didn't hurt last night. But you couldn't expect me not to feel something this morning”, you said, trying to reassure him. "I want to see”, he told you before hugging you and diving between your legs. You melt on the mattress and all the air is expelled from your lungs when he kisses the tender flesh of your thigh. His breath touching your cunt. You blow. "Your menthol breath helps.” Connor looks up at you. "Don't leave the room. I'll be back in twenty minutes.”

"Where are you going?”, you raise your head watching him leave.

Fifteen minutes later, you still haven't moved. You hear his hasty steps that echo in the living room. He enters the room with a small brown paper bag. "Where were you?”. "At the pharmacy, he said”, sitting at the foot of the bed. He takes a blue tube out of the bag, then presses a hazelnut of transparent gel on his index finger. "What is it?” He rubs the gel on your pussy. "Cold effect lubricant. How is it? Better?”, "Oh fuck...”, you moan when he pushes two fingers into you. "I hold you baby”, he said a voice thick of emotions. "I would always do you good."

His fingers move slowly in your pussy, spreading the lubricant on your walls. The cold relaxes you and you no longer feel any pain. Connor is looking at you. Your eyes are closed. Your body is starting to feel more and more pleasure. You moan more and more. "Go and come on my fingers.” You cum some time later under the pleasure that his fingers give you. "I love you”, he said. "I love you too.”

[belli5]

⌗ . ᵎᵎ ⸝⸝ Current Boyfriend.ᐟ ೀCB⁹⁸

doing the current boyfriend on Connor, because you know how tiny bit sensitive he gets when it comes to you.

˚₊· ᥫ᭡ Connor Bedard x fem!reader ➜ Fluff. Note:No joke, i have an unhealthy obsession with Connor😭 Blessed yall with two fics in a day, hope yall are grateful😋 masterlist.

Some things were just too perfect to pass up.

Like the way Connor always got a little flustered when the spotlight wasn’t on his game, but on you and him. Or how he acted unfazed in interviews but turned into the most adorably defensive boyfriend when anyone even joked about you not being completely obsessed with him.

So when you were scrolling TikTok in bed that morning, your thumb paused on a video where a girl called her boyfriend “my current boyfriend”

You didn’t even need to watch the full clip. Just the guy’s offended expression when his girlfriend introduced him like he was temporary.

Immediately, your brain lit up. Connor. This. You had to.

By the time he came home from morning skate, hoodie wrinkled, cheeks pink from the cold, you were already piecing together how to pull it off.

“Hey babe,” you greeted, stretching from your spot on the couch as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “You wanna film something cute with me real quick?”

He tilted his head, suspicious. “Like… what?”

You shrugged casually. “You know, people always ask how we met, who said ‘I love you’ first, that kind of thing. I thought it’d be fun to just answer them on camera.”

Connor narrowed his eyes slightly. “You’re not gonna make me do one of those tiktok dances, are you?”

You grinned. “Not this time.”

He sighed like this was a lot of emotional labor, but you could tell he secretly loved doing stuff like this with you, even if he pretended otherwise.

So the two of you got cozy on the couch, your phone propped up on the coffee table. You fluffed your hair, double checked the angle, and hit record.

Connor looked relaxed next to you, his arm around your shoulders, one leg bouncing slightly as if his body couldn’t handle being still.

“Hi guys!” you chirped to the camera. “So, I’ve been getting a bunch of questions lately about my relationship, and I figured today I’d answer some of them.”

Connor glanced at you with a soft smile and waved. “Hey.”

You turned to him, still smiling, and added, “This is my current boyfriend, Connor.”

You said it so sweetly, so effortlessly, like you didn’t just throw a tiny grenade into his peaceful little world.

Connor’s smile faltered. Just a fraction. His head turned slowly toward you. “Wait—what?”

You kept your expression neutral. “My current boyfriend,” you repeated with a nod. “You know..”

He blinked. “What do you mean current?”

You fought the grin tugging at your lips. “Like.. the boyfriend I have right now.”

Connor leaned back slightly, confusion spreading across his face. “That makes it sound like I’m a placeholder or something.”

You shrugged, trying not to laugh. “I mean, technically speaking, you are the boyfriend I currently have.”

He scoffed. “Babe.”

You looked at him with innocent eyes. “What?”

He gave you the most heartbroken little look. “Babe, what the hell.”

You finally cracked, let out a little snort and buried your face in his hoodie. “I’m so sorry,” you mumbled into the fabric. “It’s a prank.”

Connor pulled back to stare at you. “Are you kidding me right now?”

You shook your head, grinning. “You should’ve seen your face. You looked so hurt.”

He looked down at you, lips parted in shock, then leaned back against the couch with a loud, betrayed sigh. “I thought you were trying to let me down on camera.”

You laughed so hard your stomach hurt.

Connor covered his face with one hand. “That’s evil. You’re evil.”

You moved closer, arms sliding around his middle. “Come on. You know you’re my forever boyfriend.”

[sweetdispatch]

Who’s the boy? - C. Bedard

Next door hearts pairing: Connor Bedard x Hughes!reader summary: It's summer time and you need to face your brothers and admit to them who's your mysterious boyfriend warning: swear word note: finally the longer version! feel free to send more ideas to this AU🧸

Knowing that you’re gonna return to Chicago, you packed only essentials. All the clothes have at home and there’s no need to bring more. You were thankful that your parents helped you to rent an apartment and you don’t have to take all your belongings back home to bring them back after summer. Connor drove you to the airport and you felt bizarre. It was the first time in the 5 months since you knew each other you'll be apart for more than two weeks. 

“I don’t know if I want to go home” You admitted and Connor looked at you surprised.

“Why? I thought you miss your family” 

“I do but… I would love to spend these free months with you without worrying about our schedules” You sighed. 

“Hey” Connor grabbed your hand. “We’ll be back together soon. You can’t prioritisering me over your family. Look, you have to return in the middle of August to Chicago, I’ll fly there too and we can spent my last free weeks together” 

“I can’t ask you to do that. You have to spend as much time as you have with your family” You protested.

“It’s my decision and I already made up my mind about it” Connor said and you laughed.

“You’re ridiculous” You looked at him with love in your eyes. 

You walked out of the car and Connor went to grab your suitcase. You hugged him tightly and kissed him goodbye. You knew that you two would talk every single day for the next couple of months but you still didn’t want to leave him. You were well aware that you’ll miss him but that was also a learning experience for you. The whole time you were in the plane, you were thinking about your relationship with Connor and how to tell it to your brothers.

Thankfully, your parents came to pick you up from the airport and not your brothers. You ran towards them and hugged them. In all the craziness, you forgot about your parents and how much you missed them. You were excited to cook with your mom and golf with your dad. In the car, you break the news to them.

“I met a guy in Chicago and he asked me to be his girlfriend so basically I’m in a relationship” You said and your mum turned to face you.

“That’s amazing sweetie! Why didn't you bring him with you?” You mum asked and before you could answer your dad spoke. 

“I bet he’s a hockey player since you were working for them” You knew he said this as a joke but he was right.

“He is a hockey player and he wanted to spend time with his family” The car stopped at a red light and your dad turned to face you.

“Which one?” He said and you couldn’t recognize his voice. 

“Connor Bedard” Your dad turned away his eyes back on the road. “Are you mad?”

“No, I’m happy for you…” Before he could finish, your mum spoke.

“We’re happy for you and we can’t wait to meet him. Did you tell your brothers?”

“No and I’m scared to do it. You know how protective they are” Your mum laughed. 

“That’s their job, they’re your brothers and they don’t want you to get hurt” 

“I know, can you not tell them? I want to do it by myself when the time is right” 

“Sure sweetie but it’s better to do it fast before they’ll figure it out by themselves” Your mum said and you nodded. 

The rest of the drive you were telling your parents about Chicago and how life looks there. Before you could see, you already parked in the driveway and you left the car. You took a deep breath and walked into the house. Your brothers ran to the door to question you about your last instagram post but your mum stopped them. 

“Give her a break, she just arrived” You smiled at her and took your suitcase to your room. 

You laid in the bed and started thinking about how to break the news to your brothers. For now, you decided to keep your mouth shut. You thought to yourself that tomorrow you’ll tell them about everything. For now, you need to rest. You send a quick message to Connor that you’re at home. 

The next day, you woke up and decided to go for a run. It was your tradition during summer. Around 9AM, you left the house and after an hour you returned. You saw that your parents' car is not in the driveway which meant you’re alone with your brothers. The first thing after you opened the door was the smell of breakfast. Your brothers are up and you can’t escape them. Slowly, you walked into the kitchen and felt all eyes on you. 

“How was Chicago?” That's the first question you heard from Quinn when you entered the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. You took a sip before you spoke.

“Great! I love the city and the job and…” You didn't finish your sentence because Jack interrupted you.

“Later you’ll tell us about it. We have more important things to discuss. What does the caption mean under your post?” Jack asked you.

“Umm… I meant that I fell in love with the city” You lied and judging by their faces, you knew they’re not buying this.

“Bullshit, tell the truth” Luke said and you were surprised at this outburst. You expected this from Jack, even Quinn but not Luke.

“Okay I have a boyfriend. Happy?” You were done with this conversation already and it hasn't even started. You walked out and started going upstairs. Your brothers followed you.

“Who’s the boy?” Quinn asked you and you took a deep breath.

“He’s my neighbour, his name is Connor” You told them, trying not to share the news that he’s a hockey player and keep it simple thinking that they’ll drop the topic. You entered your room to take clothes. 

“Like Connor Bedard? The one from the Blackhawks?” Jack asked you and you cursed under your nose. Of course they’ll connect that you said to them that you live next to the hockey player and work with the team.

“Yes” You confirmed and turned away to go into the bathroom.

“I’m cool with that” Luke replied and you looked shocked at him. That was not the reaction you expected from him, especially after his outburst earlier.

“Me too, he looks like a good guy” Quinn said it back and you froze in spot. You expected screaming from their side and they just accepted it. This felt bizarre for you.

“He better treat you right or I won’t be too careful on the ice towards him” Jack said and you laughed. Now that was the reaction you expected. 

“I’ll tell him that but Connor is treating me right. We’ve been friends for the past 5 months before he asked me to be his girlfriend. Actually he planned a super cute day for me before he even asked me the question. I’ve never been in such awe of a man” You replied, still replaying the day in your head.

“That's the most important thing, but as Jack said, he better not hurt you because we might not be too careful on the ice next time playing against Chicago” Quinn said and hugged you. You smiled, grateful that your brothers accepted Connor but also scared of them playing against Blackhawks next season. 

“Thanks guys, I appreciate it” You smiled at them. It wasn’t as scary as you thought. Went better than expected. 

“When can we meet him?” Jack asked out of nowhere. 

“Probably during the season” 

“Invite him over here, we need to meet him” Quinn said and you didn’t know what to say. 

“I don’t want to take away his time with his family” 

“Just a weekend. I bet he’ll be happy to see you” Jack said and you thought about it for a minute.

“I’ll talk with him later, okay?” All three of them nodded. “Can I take a shower now?” 

“Yes but don’t you think that you’ll get away with telling us how Chicago had been treating you” Luke replied and all of them left your room. You smiled to yourself.

[pheastinyworld]

thumbs up for the two most recent gabe requests 🤭 ugh they're so cute, they are on its way.

guess who finished exams 🥹 ....me, so get ready to see a spike in activity then a downfall, savour it while it lasts y'all.

also, don't know if it's just me, I love writing angst for bedard, so that'll be coming in the foreseeable future.

[ilovemilestellersmoustache]

The Party Planner

Matt Rempe x Reader

Summary: Trevor, Jack, and Luke learn they probably should knock before surprising people for their birthday…

Word Count: 2K

A/N: Gonna make this a series abt her being a lowk nepo baby

Y/N’s life had always revolved around hockey. As the daughter of a star defenseman from the ’90s, her childhood was filled with rink-side memories, locker room laughs, and endless conversations about the game. Her dad had gone to university with Ellen and even played on the Mens National Team when Ellen played for the womens. With that remaining close especially when she married Jim. They all remained close with him. Because of that, Y/N grew up with the Hughes brothers—Jack, Quinn, and Luke—feeling more like family than friends.

As she got older, Y/N’s life diverged from the rink. She found fame as an actress, rising through the ranks to become a household name in Hollywood. Still, no matter how bright the spotlight got, she stayed close to her roots. Her friendships with the Hughes brothers expanded to include other NHL players like Trevor Zegras and Cole Caufield. Whether it was hanging out in the off-season or cheering them on from the stands, she was the unofficial sibling of hockey’s rising stars.

But her personal life was a little more complicated.

For the past few months, Y/N had been dating Matt Rempe, a towering enforcer with a reputation for physical play and an even bigger temper. The hockey world knew him as the guy who spent more time in the penalty box than on the ice. His aggressive playing style and frequent fights had earned him a demotion to the AHL—a fact her father and friends couldn’t overlook.

“Are you sure about him?” her dad had asked more than once, skepticism clear in his voice.

Even Jack, Luke, and Trevor had their doubts. “I mean, he’s a good guy, right?” Jack had said cautiously. “But, uh…maybe not your guy.”

Yeah, like someone who doesn’t punch people for fun,” Trevor added.

Y/N brushed off their concerns. They didn’t know Matt like she did. Sure, he had a reputation, but beneath the rough exterior was a man who was kind, funny, and fiercely protective. He treated her like gold, and that was all that mattered. Winning over her friends and family would take time, but she was willing to wait.

As her birthday approached, Y/N opted for a quiet celebration. Between work and travel, she wanted nothing more than a simple dinner with close friends. What she didn’t know was that Luke, Jack, and Trevor had cooked up a plan to surprise her.

Trevor stood in the aisle of a party supply store, holding up a pack of balloons. “I’m telling you, this is the move. We sneak into her place, decorate, and when she gets home—bam! Surprise party.”

Luke raised an eyebrow. “How do we know she’s not there?”

“She told me she was filming or something,” Jack said, tossing a bag of confetti into the cart. “We’ll be in and out. Easy.”

An hour later, armed with decorations and a cake, the trio let themselves into Y/N’s apartment. Trevor insisted on carrying the cake, while Jack and Luke carried the rest.

“She’s gonna love this,” Trevor said, plopping the cake box onto the kitchen counter.

Jack grinned. “Yeah, if we don’t screw it up.”

The three quickly got to work. Jack wrestled with an oversized banner that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY, trying to hang it over the living room window. Trevor blew up balloons, complaining about the lack of a helium tank, while Luke meticulously set up confetti-filled balloons around the coffee table.

“This is looking pretty good,” Luke said, stepping back to admire their handiwork.

“Where do you want the cake?” Trevor asked, balancing it precariously on one hand.

“Counter,” Jack mumbled, still wrestling with the banner. “Let’s finish before she gets home.”

“She’s not home,” Trevor said confidently, grabbing a balloon to blow up.

But he was wrong.

Y/N was home, and she wasn’t alone.

In her bedroom, she and Matt had spent the morning together, enjoying a rare, quiet day off. They’d slept in, laughed over shared jokes, and gotten caught up in each other in a way that made the rest of the world fade into the background.

Matt leaned back against the headboard, a lazy grin on his face. “So, part one of your birthday present?”

“Can it be presented with people around? Or is this a private one” Y/N replied, running a hand through his tousled hair.

“Definitely just us, might give your dad a heartattack” Matt teased, pulling her closer. “Come here”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. They leaned in for another kiss creating explicit faint sounds of muffled noises through the apartment.

Out in the living room, Trevor froze mid-step. “Wait. Did you hear that?”

Jack, teetering on a chair, glanced over his shoulder. “Hear what?”

Trevor held up a hand, signaling for silence. All three of them stilled, ears straining. From down the hallway came the faint sound of moans—deep and unmistakably male and female.

Luke’s face turned bright red. “Oh my.”

“No way,” Trevor whispered, a grin spreading across his face.

Jack hopped down from the chair, his expression one of sheer panic. “It’s not what you think. Maybe she left the TV on.”

Another sound—this time softer, followed by an unmistakable thud—left no room for doubt.

“Oh, this is gold,” Trevor whispered, clutching the edge of the couch for support.

Luke groaned, burying his face in his hands. “We have to leave. Right now.”

“Agreed,” Jack said, already gathering their decorations. “Pack it up. Let’s go.”

Trevor, however, lingered. “Guys. We could just—”

“Nope,” Jack snapped, grabbing Trevor by the arm. “We’re leaving. Now.”

As they scrambled for the door, another sound—one that they really didn’t want to identify—echoed from the bedroom.

“Call Quinn,” Luke muttered as they fled into the hallway. “Call Quinn right now.”

Quinn answered on the second ring. “What’s up?”

Trevor’s voice came through in a near-shout. “You’ll never guess what just happened!”

“What did you do now?” Quinn asked, sounding suspicious.

“We didn’t do anything!” Trevor insisted. “But we went to surprise Y/N for her birthday, and, uh…”

Jack snatched the phone. “We heard them! Her and Matt. Going at it like rabbits.”

“What?!” Quinn sounded half-amused, half-horrified.

Luke’s groan was audible in the background. “It was so bad. I don’t think I’ll ever recover.”

Trevor took the phone back, grinning. “Quinn, I’m telling you. I’m traumatized, but it was also hilarious.”

“You guys are idiots,” Quinn said, though there was laughter in his voice. “Please tell me you didn’t say anything.”

“We ran out of there so fast, they probably didn’t even know we were there,” Trevor assured him.

“Good,” Quinn said. “Because if Y/N finds out, she’s going to kill you.”

Later that day, Cole joined the group call, his laugh echoing through the line as they recounted the story.

“She’s going to find out eventually,” Cole said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “You guys are the worst.”

Jack groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

Meanwhile, back in her apartment, Y/N had no idea what had just transpired—or the chaos that her well-meaning friends had unleashed.

Weeks after her birthday, Y/N found herself seated in a sleek studio alongside Jack, Trevor and Jamie Drysdale, appearing on Instagram live. The atmosphere was casual and lighthearted, the kind of energy Trevor thrived on—and the kind that made Y/N suspicious of what he might say.

Jamie leaned forward with a grin. “So, Y/N, how was your birthday? Heard stuff happened but I’ve been so busy can’t believe I missed it.”

Y/N smiled warmly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It was great, honestly. Very low-key. Just how I like it.”

Trevor, sitting to her left, suddenly perked up, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Not that low-key,” he muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Jack immediately groaned and slumped in his chair. “Trevor, no.”

“What?” Trevor said innocently, spreading his hands. “It’s a funny story!”

Jamie’s grin widened. “Oh, I need to hear this. What happened?”

Y/N shot Trevor a warning glance, but he was already leaning into the phone, fully committed to his role as the ultimate pot-stirrer.

“So,” Trevor began dramatically, “we thought it would be a good idea to surprise Y/N for her birthday. You know, being the amazing friends we are. Balloons, banners, cake—the works. We figured we’d sneak into her apartment and have it all ready for when she got back.”

Y/N shook her head, already sensing where this was going. “Trevor…”

Trevor ignored her. “The thing is, we didn’t realize she was home—and, uh, she wasn’t alone.”

Jamie burst out laughing. “You’re kidding!”

“Oh, yeah,” Trevor continued, grinning ear to ear. “We’re mid-decorating—Luke’s got balloons, Jack’s fighting with a banner—and then we hear…” He paused for dramatic effect, lowering his voice. “Let’s just say we heard things.”

The studio erupted in laughter. Jack buried his face in his hands, muttering, “I told him not to tell this story.”

Trevor was on a roll now. “We froze, completely starstruck. Like, ‘Is that Matt?’ And sure enough…” He trailed off, smirking at Y/N.

Y/N, her face a mix of embarrassment and exasperation, finally spoke up. “Are you serious right now?” She turned to Jamie. “This is Trevor’s favorite pastime—making up ridiculous stories to embarrass me.”

Trevor looked affronted. “Making up? Oh, no, this is 100% real. Ask Luke!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I’m telling you, it’s not true. Matt and I would never—” She gestured sarcastically and vaguely, clearly trying to keep the conversation from getting too graphic. “This is pure fabrication.”

Jamie leaned in, still laughing. “So you’re saying you weren’t home?”

“I was home,” Y/N admitted, her voice calm but firm. “But Trevor has a very active imagination. Matt and I were for sure watching a movie in the bedroom.”

Jack, seeing an opportunity to back her up, jumped in. “Yeah, I mean…we didn’t actually see anything. We just heard…stuff. Could’ve been the TV.”

Trevor groaned. “Don’t cover for her! You know what we heard.”

Y/N crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair. “Oh, please, Trevor. You probably heard muffled sounds and immediately jumped to conclusions. Matt and I were watching a crime thriller.”

Trevor shrugged, clearly enjoying himself. “Hey, if the shoe fits.”

Jamie laughed so hard he had to wipe his eyes. “This might be my favorite story of all time.”

Y/N sighed, half-laughing despite herself. “I can’t believe I’m defending my perfectly pg 13 relationship on live.”

“You’re welcome,” Trevor said smugly.

Jack chimed in, trying to steer the conversation away from further disaster. “Honestly, the best part is how fast we ran out of there. Luke didn’t even look back. We just left everything—balloons, streamers, the whole setup. It’s probably still there.”

Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. “You guys are unbelievable.”

Jamie grinned. “Well, whether it’s true or not, it sounds like Y/N’s birthday was very memorable.”

Trevor gave a mock toast to the phone. “To Y/N and Matt—congrats on keeping things…entertaining.”

Y/N gave him a playful shove, laughing despite her embarrassment. “Next time, maybe knock before you decide to play party planner.”

As the live wrapped, Y/N couldn’t help but shake her head. She might never live this down, but at least life with these guys was never boring.

[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]

The Hockey Boys x Plus size!Reader

TikTok Trends

Quinn Hughes - "Give a Bitch Some Head Or Something"

He would have the biggest smirk on his face. Is caught off guard for like a second before he's doing that smirk laugh he does. He'd pull you closer and have a sly "bet?" To him. Idk how this fandom decided he's munch but apparently so. Makes some kind of comment after the TikTok "so...can I really?"

Jack Hughes - "Somebody point me to the best ass eater"

There's 2 ways this can go. He's 100% for the TikTok and he exaggerates like crazy. Just a joyful Jack that is cracking up by the end. Would rewatch it with the biggest smile "I look so crazy" Or He just stands there shaking his head then walks away. He is NOT about to do this trend with you. "No, that's not happening"

Luke Hughes - "No one would hear you scream"

Stands there for a second "Babe what did you say?" Has the most confused face to him as he side eyes you. "What are you going to do? I'm taller, stronger, and quicker" Lowkey thinks of escape routes. Your plus size and he's your boyfriend he knows your stamina, he knows how far he'll get. Once in the car he scuffs and shakes his head with a small laugh.

Nico Hischier - "Damn I'm so hungry I could eat a BF"

Has the most sheepish smile and laughs. Rubs the back of his neck "Really?" I wanna say he'd try to pull you closer (specifically by the thighs idk I just feel like he'd drag you closer by them with a grip) then notice your phone. Slightly disappointed it's for a TikTok but I can also Lowkey picture him saying the same thing back but with GF. You owe him and he's sly he'll get it.

Matt Rempe - "Jacked and kind"

Everyone agrees this would be the trend for him? He'd agree so quickly! He can pick you up and flex his muscles while at it? Yes. Honestly might offer this TikTok to you, it wasn't your idea. You had seen it and liked it but were nervous because of your size. You knew Matt was strong but it was simple quick pick ups. With that one he'd have to actually hold and lift. But he's confident and would Lowkey guilt you into it "come on babe! Wouldn't it be so cute? We can be one of those cute couples"

Connor Berdard - " H.S.K.T By LeeHi"

He's so awkward during the filming that it's adorable. Fans notice how stiff he is but the way he admires you is so cute! It took him a GOOD minute to figure the trend out and what he needed to do. Honestly feel like he'd make sure you're the center fixing your outfit, hair, and stepping back more than necessary. At the end he either pulls you in close by the waist or lets you pull him in for a kiss.