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thats-pucking-amazing · 7 years

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Time *Requested* (Connor McDavid)

This was requested by @ortonsrevival who wanted a McDavid imagine with the prompt “Twins? We’re having twins??” Thank you so much for your patience!!

Requests are OPEN!

Warnings: None that I can think of

Up Next: Auston Matthews

“What’s it say? What’s it say?!” Connor McDavid, your husband of eight years was practically jumping up and down.

“Conn...it doesn’t come up for another four minutes. We just have to be patient.”

He groaned. “I just want us to have a baby so bad. We’ve been trying for almost a year.”

You looked down at your lap, “I know.” You whispered dejectedly.

“Aw, no Baby.” He knelt down and grabbed your hands, looking you in the eyes. “It’s not your fault. It just wasn’t time.”

“I just feel like such a failure.”

“You’re not a failure. Our time will come.” Almost as if the timer had heard his voice it went off. Signaling that it was time to check the test. “Come on, Baby. Let’s go see.”

You bit your lip and held his hand tightly as he led the way back to the bathroom. He picked up the test and flipped it over, holding it so you could both see the results.

One line.

Tears burst from your eyes as you were faced with yet another negative. Conner wrapped his arms around your shaking form and placed his head on top of yours.

“I don’t understand.” You sobbed. “I’m two months late. We’ve tried everything. What’s wrong with me??”

He hushed you, “It’s alright. It’ll happen. And there is nothing wrong with you. You are absolutely perfect in every way.”

You sniffled. “You have to say that. I’m your wife.”

“Yes, and I don’t let anyone talk bad about my wife. Even her.” You gave him a watery smile. “Now how about we go out to lunch at the little diner we both love and then come back here for a nap.”

‘Sounds good.”

A week later you were throwing up every morning and your period had still yet to show up. If Connor was home he would have dragged you to the doctor on day two, but he was on a 10 day road trip. You finally broke down and scheduled a doctor's appointment after the eighth morning of puke...also the knowledge that Connor would be super angry if he came home and found out you’d been sick for over a week and hadn’t even gone to the doctor.

You gave one last sigh of defeat and then made the trudge through the rain to the door of the clinic. Keeping the same attitude, you slumped onto the hard plastic chair after signing in and sent a snap of your pouty face to Connor.

He texted you almost immediately. “Where are you?”

“Doc. Haven’t been feeling too well.”

“How long??” You knew he’d freak out. He was almost 2,000 miles away and you could feel his concern from here.

“Just a few days. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“Call me when you’re done.” You sent a thumbs up and had just put your phone back in your pocket when the nurse called you back.

“Mrs. McDavid?” You stood up and followed her back. She quickly weighed and measured you before leading you to an examination room. “The doctor will be right in to see you, hun.”

A short while later a knock sounded. “Mrs. McDavid? I’m Dr. Roe. How are you feeling today?”

“Please, call me Y/N. And I feel kinda bluh. If that’s even an emotion.” You gave a small laugh. “I’ve been getting sick every morning, that’s why I finally broke down and scheduled an appointment.”

“Bluh is definitely an emotion,” She chuckled. “How long have you been getting sick? By which I assume you mean throwing up?”

“Yeah...and about eight days.” You admitted sheepishly.

“Eight?” Her eyebrows rose. “What does your husband have to say about that?”

“He’s on a work trip...he didn’t know I was here until I told him while sitting in the waiting room.”

“I see.” She looked down at her clipboard and then refocused. “So, let’s clear the most obvious choice out first. Is there any chance you could be pregnant?”

You gave a sad sigh. “I wish. I’m almost three months late, but I took a test over a week ago and it came back negative. We’ve been trying for a while, so we both hoping this would be it…”

“I understand.” She patted your knee sympathetically. “My husband and I tried for years before we had any success. Have you taken any tests since then?”

“No. I can’t bring myself to be crushed like that again.”

“Would you be willing to let me do an ultrasound? We have a machine in here...it would also help me eliminate some other possible causes if you aren’t pregnant.”

You bit your lip. “I guess.”

She gave you a smile. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing terrible. If you just want to lie back and raise your shirt, it’ll be done in a jiffy.”

You listened to her directions and then jumped when she placed what was basically cold jelly on your stomach.

“It’s a bit chilly.” You managed to bite back your sarcastic response. “Alright, let’s see what we have going on.” She moved the wand around and stopped almost immediately.

“What?” You demanded.

“I’d like to be the first to congratulate you.”

“On what?” ...There was no way…

“Looks like you have a baby cooking in there. I’m going to call the technician in here, but if what I’m seeing is correct, I believe you have two cooking.”

“What?!” You shrieked. “But...the test said…” You trailed off as tears came to your eyes, blurring the screen.

“The tests aren’t 100% accurate. They’re usually pretty reliable, but every once in awhile, something like this happens.”

“I’m pregnant? Actually pregnant?” You were still shocked.

“Yep.” The voice of the technician came from your other side. You had failed to notice her even enter the room. “And the Dr. Roe was right, it’s twins. If I had to guess, I’d say you are almost out of your first trimester.”

“Which means your morning sickness should be ending soon,” Dr. Roe chimed in.

“I’m really pregnant?” Tears were streaming down your cheeks.

“You really are.” Dr. Roe produced a tissue out of basically nowhere and pressed it into your hand. “In six months they’ll be here. I’d like to get you started on prenatals and schedule another ultrasound for next week where I can give you an exact measurement...you can hear their hearts.”

“Can I have a picture to take home with me?”

She gave you a beaming smile, “Absolutely.” She gave you a strip of black and white images, with the babies circled in red. “Now let’s get you scheduled out front.”

10 minutes you were back in the car, still wiping tears of joy from your face. The pictures were clutched firmly in your hands when your phone started to ring. Connor’s face was displayed on the front.

“Yeah?”

“Y/N? Are you ok? You sound weird.”

You discreetly cleared your throat. “I’m fine. No, I’m wonderful.”

“Are you sure? What’d the doctor say?”

“I’m sure. She said I could expect to be finished with getting sick soon. That it should pass.”

“What about medication??” He demanded. “You’ve been throwing up and they just sent you on your way without any medicine?”

“Conn...she gave me some pills. It’s going to be fine.”

He sighed. “I’m just worried about you. I hate being away when I know you don’t feel well.”

“I know. But you’ll be back in two-days.”

“Are you picking me up?” He asked.

“I can’t. I’m scheduled until 6pm.” Lie. But you had plans. “I’ll be in my seat for the game, though.” Your seat was the front row seat right beside the Oilers bench. It was where you’d been sitting when he had first seen you and for your first year anniversary and every year since, he’d presented you with a season ticket for that very seat. It was once of his many superstitions.

“I’m counting on it. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You hung up with Connor and almost immediately called Leon, who you knew from snapchat was hanging out with Taylor Hall.

“Y/N?” He answered. “What’s going on?”

“I have a job for you. And you can’t tell Connor.” You quickly outlined what you need him to do. A fairly easy job.

“Call I tell Hallsy?”

“Yes. As long as nobody tells Connor. But you two are the only ones allowed to know. Comprendes?”

“Aye aye Cap’n.” You rolled your eyes and hung up. It was time to set your plan in motion...Connor was in for a big surprise when he got home.

Two days later you were seated firmly in your seat, a glittery sign held firmly in your hands. Leon had done his part and you were wearing your new custom jersey. Connor skated over and stopped in front of you, as he did every game. This time you hit the glass to get his attention. He glanced around at you and quickly scanned the sign you held up.

In alternating blue and orange letters it read, “Your starting lineup coming soon: Connor McDavid plus Baby One & Two.” Next to that was an enlarged picture of your ultrasound picture.

You watched his eyes read the sign. Widen and then read it again.

“Are you serious??” You heard him shout. Nodding, you bit your lip and then turned around so he could read your jersey. Instead of the usual McDavid it normally boasted, it had Mama McDavid printed instead.

“Twins? We’re actually having twins?”

“Yes!” By now, the two of you had captured the attention of basically everyone in the arena. The jumbotron displayed your face and the sign you were still holding up. Which means everyone got to see his wordless shout of joy and jump of victory. But the tears shining in his eyes were meant only for you.

The game ended with the Oilers coming out on top. Connor scoring two of the five goals...the irony of which was not lost on you. Thirty minutes later you had reached the hallway that led to the locker room. Normally it took about 10, but fans kept coming up to congratulate you...not that you minded.

You had just leaned against the wall when the door was flung open and Connor emerged. He sprinted over as soon as he saw you and wrapped you in a bone crushing hug.

“We’re going to be parents?” He sounded choked up and when you looked into his eyes, you saw the glistening there. He had wanted this just as much and for just as long as you.

“We really are. That’s what I found out at the doctors. They said the test was probably a dud. I have an appointment scheduled for next Tuesday so we can do another ultrasound.”

“I can’t wait!” He exclaimed. “I love you so much.” Then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your stomach, though there was no evidence of a baby bump yet. “I love you guys, too. See you in a few months.”

Let me know if there are any errors!!

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carey-pricemas · 7 years

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Playoffs- Connor McDavid

(Type Connor McDavid into search, get pics of Leon... Tumblr knows)

Ok so we had a break without any smuts for my nice youngins (and those not comfortable with it) but now we're back and you'll have 2 smuts today! Today you get a lot of updates, mainly cause I was sick yesterday so I wrote all day and because I have another submission for you guys! So enjoy! If you're not joining us, up next is: Sidney Crosby!

Warning: smut, smexy time, sex, cussing

@astilinski24 Request: Could I get a Connor Mcdavid imagine where they clinched playoffs(bc they did) and you surprise him at the game after saying you had to spend an extra day in Toronto for volleyball and then the celebrate after the game. If you do smut maybe do that

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"Babe I'm sorry, but I'm stuck in Toronto" you said, staring at the plane in front of you. Connor sighed over the connection.

"Yeah I know you can't help it I was just kind of hoping..."

"I know. I wish I could be there, but-"

"No I understand! It's fine. Love you!"

"I love you too, Connor. You'll do great tonight!" You finished saying your goodbyes and hung up the phone.

You were in Toronto for a volleyball tournament, but the Oilers had a chance the clinch a playoff spot tonight against the Kings, so you were flying back early.

Connor just didn't know that.

Your teammates were bringing your suitcase, so all you had on you was your phone and McDavid jersey as you waited for your plane to be called.

You probably had had better ideas, but this was a big game for Connor and you knew how worried he was about it.

A 20 year old captain of a team that hadn't seen the playoff picture in 11 years had a lot of stress.

It was do or die.

Not that anyone in Edmonton would blame Connor if they didn't make it.

No, Edmonton worshipped the ground your boyfriend walked on.

But Connor would blame himself.

"Now boarding flight A235 to Edmonton..." You grinned and moved towards the gate.

You won your tournament, now it was time to see Connor win his game.

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Your body hummed in excitement as you waited by Connor's car after the game.

They won! Connor was leading the Oilers to the playoffs!

Connor, Leon, and Milan all exited the building together, laughing over something. You saw Leon nudge Connor and Connor's eyes snapped to you. You bounced up and down excitedly. Connor started walking towards you, but you were too impatient, so you ran at him, jumping and wrapping your arms and legs around him like an octopus as he caught you.

"What are you doing here?"

"Like I was going to miss you demolishing the Kings" you said, rolling your eyes. Connor kissed you hard.

"Get a room" Leon said, bumping his shoulder into you. You laughed as Connor steadied you.

"Not a bad idea, eh?" he said, winking.

"I'm down." Connor set you back on your feet and led you to your car.

"Use protection" Leon said laughing. Milan shoved him slightly, but snickered as the two waved at you.

"Babe" you said. "You did it!"

"I know! (Y/N)" he said slowly. "I. Am. PUMPED!" You laughed before rolling the window down and leaning your head out.

"LET'S GO OILERS!" you screamed. "PLAYOFFS BABY!" You leaned your head back in as you heard cheers from around the street. Connor shook his head laughing as you rolled the window up. "I'm so proud of you."

"It's not just because your precious Oilers are going to the playoffs?" he asked, teasing you.

"No" you giggled. "It's because my wonderful boyfriend, who I just embarrassed the crap out of, led my precious Oilers to the playoffs. I couldn't love you more right now."

"What if I hoisted the Cup?" You paused.

"Ok then maybe I'd love you more." Connor laughed. As Connor parked and you both got out, Connor frowned. "What's up?"

"Where's your bag? Wait... how'd you get to Roger's Place?"

"Relax" you said, leading him towards the apartment. "My team's bringing it back tomorrow and Kelly swung by the airport and picked me up." As Connor unlocked the door, you grabbed his tie and pulled him inside. "Now, let's celebrate." Connor shut the door behind you while your arms circled his neck and brought his lips to yours.

Connor backed you up against the entryway wall and pressed his thigh between your legs, rubbing hard. You whimpered against his mouth and brought your hands down his shoulders to his chest. You pushed the suit jacket off his shoulders and Connor let it fall to the floor in a heap. Your hands quickly worked on his tie, pulling it away and dropping it as well.

"(Y/N)" he groaned, trailing kisses down your neck.

"Bedroom" you panted. Connor nodded and bit down on your neck, making you hiss as he picked you up in his arms. Once again you found yourself wrapped around him like an octopus as he carried you through the apartment. You were able to shift your hips and rub your center along his hardness as he walked, making him groan.

He tossed you on the bed, making you bounce. You giggled as you watched him trying to work the buttons on his shirt.

"Dammit" he said as one ripped. You laughed and knelt on the bed before him, your hands pushing his away. You bent forward, pressing open mouth kisses to every inch of his chest as it was revealed. As soon as the last button was through the hole, Connor ripped the shirt off. You ran your hands over his chest, your fingernails gently catching on his nipples. "Fuck" he hissed as he jerked in pleasure. You grinned and moved to his belt buckle.

Before you could get it completely undone, Connor stopped you. He pulled your hands away and held them over your head. You left them there as his hands skimmed down your body before grabbing the hem of your jersey and lifting it over head and tossing it to the side.

"Beautiful" he murmured, his fingers tracing the lace of your bra. You shivered as he continuously skimmed over your already hard peaks. His hand reached behind you and flicked the clasp open. You both allowed the fabric to fall down your arms. Connor picked it up and tossed it aside as well.

His eyes stared at your heaving breasts, licking his lips. You whimpered, your hand coming up to tweak your own nipple, hoping to spur him into action. Connor's eyes watched as you played with your breasts, drawing whimpers and moans out. He crawled on the bed in front of you, slowly leaning in until he was hovering over you as you laid in the bed, your legs tangled together. He pulled your hands away and continued to gaze at your taut nipples. He bent down and pressed a kiss over one nipple, before moving to the other. You arched your back, hoping to draw him closer to your aching body. Connor circled the nipple with his tongue before blowing on it. Your hands twisted the bedsheets as you cried out in pleasure. Connor moved on to do the same to your other nipple, getting the same reaction.

Your already damp panties were soaked now.

"Connor" you whimpered, shifting your hips to urge him on. You knew the adrenaline was still coursing through both of you, but if he didn't hurry up, you had a perfectly good vibrator in the drawer you could use.

Connor's hand moved to the button of your jeans, popping it and sliding down the zipper. His hand dipped inside and you widened your legs to allow him access.

"Connor" you moaned as his fingers brushed your clit. "Please."

Connor retracted his hand and pulled away, making you whimper at the loss of heat. He quickly moved to stand at the end of the bed and slowly slid your jeans and panties down your legs. You lay before him completely naked, his eyes focused on your glistening pussy. His hands moved to his belt buckle, sliding his pants and boxers down his legs. He climbed back over you and hovered, his forearms resting on either side of your head.

"I love you" he whispered. You grinned up at him.

"I love you too, Mr. Next Great One." Connor shook his head, but kissed you hard. Your arms wrapped around his neck and Connor reached between you, lining himself up with your core. You whimpered into the kiss as he slid fully in.

Connor waited a moment for you to adjust before he slid out, slamming back inside. You gasped as Connor trailed kissed down your neck as he continued to thrust into you. Your hips thrust against his in an urgent rhythm.

"Connor" you panted. He kissed you hard once more, nipping at your bottom lip to silence you. You whimpered and shifted. The orgasm that had built since the moment you stepped into the apartment was ready to spring, but Connor would not give you what you needed.

You tried to rub your nipples against his chest, but Connor sat back, making you cry out.

"Connor please" you moaned. Connor moved to cover you once more, pressing a quick kiss to each breast before kissing you.

"Please what?" he asked, slowing his thrusting down. You made a whining noise in the back of your throat.

"I need to cum" you whined, trying to urge Connor on. Connor chuckled.

"What's in it for me?"

"A pretty girl screaming your name" you said. Your hand moved between your bodies, but Connor caught it before you could go further. You made another whining noise.

Instead of responding, Connor pressed his thumb hard on your clit, rubbing circles over it as he thrust into you hard.

It didn't take long before you called out his name and came. Connor pulled his hand away and thrust into you a few more times before shooting into you. He rested on your chest, keeping most of his weight on his arms still. You ran your hand through his hair and listened as his breathing slowed.

"I'm so proud of you Connor." He looked up at you and grinned.

"Thanks for coming." You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Like I would miss you making history." Connor laughed and kissed you. "Love you, Captain."

"Love you too."

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Ok there you have it! A little Connor appreciation! Let me know what you guys thought! Up next: Sidney Crosby!

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thats-pucking-amazing · 7 years

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Last Name (Connor McDavid)

So this was requested by somebody not on Tumblr, but I figured I might as well post it here, too.

Requests are open.

Warnings: Nah

Next: Auston Matthews

NOTE: I am leaving for camp tomorrow morning (in like 8 hours) so I will not be active until late Friday. I will hopefully post the Auston fic tomorrow if I have enough time. If not it will be out no later than 7pm on Friday!

“That was offside!!” You screamed from the owners box. “Offside!!!” You were in the same place you were at every Oilers game. Your father didn’t technically own the team, but he was a vice-chairman and one of the most well respected men in the hockey world.

“Y/N.” Your father called. “Why don’t you take a deep breath and the the referees handle it.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Yeah Dad, because you don’t yell at the game either. Just let me yell if I want.”

“Try to be a bit more inconspicuous.” He suggested.

“Yeah, that’ll happen.” You snorted. You heard your dad sigh but he didn’t say anything else. The two of you had an interesting relationship. You were born as your dad entered his late thirties and you were his little princess. He was super protective of you, but he let you be yourself and make your own mistakes.

You heard the phone in the box ring and your dad picked it up.

“I can’t do an intermission one. My daughter and I are watching the game together.” You heard a long sigh. “Yes, after the game ends is fine. I will wait outside the box.”

“Interview?” You asked as the action on ice paused for a commercial break. “They just can’t get enough of The Great One.”

“Always. Are you okay with that?”

“Of course, Dad. I know what your job is and who you are. I don’t mind. Besides, Connor and I are going out for a late dinner after the game.”

“Ah yes. When are you going to let me meet him in the official capacity? We know each other...but when do I get to glare at him for being my daughter’s boyfriend.”

You rolled your eyes. “Soon, Dad. I’m going to tell him you’re my dad tonight.It amazes me that he hasn’t made the connection. He knows my last name is Gretzky...and when we met he asked if I was related to you.”

“And you said??”

“I said that I’m sure I am somewhere in my family.”

“Y/N….” Your dad trailed off.

“What?!” You asked innocently. “It wasn’t a lie.” He just raised his eyebrows at you before rolling his eyes. You stuck your tongue out in response before turning your attention back to the action on the ice.

The game ended an hour later and after kissing your dad on the cheek you headed down towards the player hallway. You leaned against the wall outside the entrance to the locker room and offered various greetings to the players and faculty who waved or otherwise greeted you. Everyone was in a great mood because of the win that had happened.

You looked up from your phone when you heard the door open again and smiled as Connor walked out. “Hi babe!” You greeted skipping over to press a kiss to his lips.

He smiled and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Hi. Did you enjoy the game?”

“You know I did. Where are we going to dinner?” You asked as he led you down towards the parking garage.

“I was thinking the 24 hour diner down the road from your apartment?”

“That sounds good to me! They have the best sweet tea!”

Connor laughed and opened his car door for you. Once you were both in and buckled he pulled out and headed for the diner that was about ten minutes away.

“You were great in the game. That goal in the third was….just plain dirty.”

He laughed at you and interlocked your fingers. “I’m glad you were entertained.”

“I was definitely entertained.”

“Who did you watch with? The other girls?”

“Ummm….no.” You watched his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Well, then who did you sit with?” He asked.

“I mean...technically, I was standing most of the game. You know how I am. I like to yell and coach from the sideline.”

“Y/N.” He looked at you once you were parked in the diner’s lot. “You’re avoiding the question.”

“Huh. How ‘bout that. I am.” You gave him a cheeky smile and then got out of the car. Before the door closed you heard him sigh and get out on his side. You walked in and sat down in a corner booth, but he didn’t seem ready to let the topic go yet.

“So...you were telling me who you watched the game with?” He prodded.

“Actually,” You corrected. “I believe I was avoiding the question.” He just looked at you. “Fine. I watched it with my dad.”

“There. Now was that so hard?” You stuck your tongue out at his tone. “When do I get to meet your dad? We’ve been dating for almost six months...you’ve met my family.”

“I mean…..” You said the rest in a rush that you knew he wouldn’t be able to understand. Again, he just looked at you. So you repeated...this time in an understandable voice. “Technically, you’ve already met my dad.”

“What? When?” He asked confused. “I think I would have remembered meeting your dad.”

You gave a little snort of laughter. “I promise you that you remember meeting my dad. There’s no way that you don’t.”

“Well, I’m drawing a blank. Maybe you’d like to elaborate a bit?”

You procrastinated by taking a long drink of your tea. “Babe...what’s my name?”

“Y/N?”

“My full name, Connor.”

“Y/N Y/M/N Gretzky. I don’t get what that has to do with anything.” You gave him a moment to process. He didn’t appear to be making any progress.

“Connor, my last name is your giant hint.”

He stared dumbfounded and then you saw it click. “You’re not serious. Tell me you’re not serious.” You didn’t respond. “Why didn’t you ever tell me that Wayne Gretzky was your DAD?!”

“It didn’t seem important.” You answered simply.

“How is that not important? What’s he going to say when he finds out? What is the media going to think??”

“He already knows. He’s excited to meet you in the capacity of your girlfriend's father so he can glare at you like he thinks dads are supposed to when you date their daughters.” You rolled your eyes. “And who cares when the media make the connection? What does it matter?”

“It matters, Y/N.” He insisted.

“Why? You’re dating me. Not him. Just an average girl who loves hockey...especially the Edmonton Oilers. A college girl who is two years away from getting her degree. You’re not dating “The Great One”...you’re just dating me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

You gave a shrug and looked away before eventually circling back to him. “I didn’t want you to see me as his daughter. I wanted you to see me as me.”

He gave you a blinding smile. “I do see you and I think you’re perfect just the way you are...Gretzky or not.”

“Thank you, Connor.”

“Anything for you. Now why don’t we arrange to have dinner with your dad this weekend? That way he can officially begin glaring at me.”

You laughed and he joined in. “I think that sounds perfect.”

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carey-pricemas · 7 years

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Biggest Fan- Connor McDavid

Ok so this one gave me some trouble, but I think I'm finally happy with it, so.... enjoy!

Warning: none

Anon Request: Can you write a Connor McDavid imagine about (Y/N) is a famous singer and they are dating and someone throws his jersey on stage and he is at that show! I LOVE YOUR WRITING

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"You made it" you cheered, throwing yourself at your boyfriend.

"Wouldn't miss it" he said laughing. He bent down and kissed you deeply. "You ready?"

"For my first home show as headliner?" you asked, grinning brightly. "Heck yeah!"

"Break a leg" he said. "I'm gonna get to my place. Love you."

"Love you too." He kissed you once more before slipping out of your dressing room with a wink.

You and Connor had known each other from the moment you started in the music world. You hit it big at the same time as Connor. Your home was in Edmonton and it worked out that you weren't touring when Connor was there for the season and toured during his off season.

Somehow the Captain of the Oilers and one of the most popular singers in Canada had made a relationship work.

Connor wanted to see you in your big moment, but he wasn't sure when his flight back from Anaheim was and if he'd make it.

But apparently he was able to get there. Despite a broken heart after being knocked out of the playoffs, he was still there to support you.

You REALLY loved Connor.

"Time to go" your stage manager said. You took a deep breath and followed him to the stairs. You stepped up onto the stage and waited until your queue.

Walking out, you sang your song, seeing Connor, Patty, and Leon sitting along the side of the stage cheering with your other fans.

As your first song ended, you looked around the large crowd filling Rogers Place.

"Hey guys. How's it going?" the crowd cheered and you looked around in awe. They were all there for you. "Wow, now I know how Connor feels" you joked. The crowd cheered again. "Well let's-" You were cut off as something was thrown on the stage.

You could see Connor stand out of the corner of your eye, but you picked up the fabric and opened it up.

'McDavid' and 97 were printed across the back. You laughed.

"Thanks, but I already have one" you joked. You looked at Connor and waved him out. Your poor boyfriend shook his head but both Leon and Patty pushed him out. The crowd cheered once more as Connor gave an awkward wave to them, squinting at the bright lights on his face.

"Look who decided to join us" you said. "He's a big fan of mine and I'm a big fan of his."

"Something like that" he muttered. You laughed.

"This guy right here is more than my boyfriend, he's my biggest supporter and so after he captained your Edmonton Oilers," you paused as the crowd cheered wildly. "He came home and encouraged me. So give it up for Connor." Connor once again gave an awkward wave as the crowd cheered. You held the mic out to him and he took it gingerly.

"Thanks for the support guys, but you're all here to see (Y/N) so let's get on with it, eh?" He handed you the mic back and one of your stage hands brought a sharpie out. Connor took it and signed the back of the jersey before handing it back to its owner.

He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before he jogged back to the side of the stage, blushing.

"Isn't he adorable?" you asked. The crowd cheered. "Alright guys let's get to partying!"

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The sweat dripped down your face as you stepped off the stage right where Connor and the boys were sitting.

"Great job babe" Connor said, beaming.

"(Y/N) I'm your biggest fan" Leon joked with a wink.

"Seriously" Patty added. "You killed it."

"Yeah" Leon said. "What are you doing with this loser?" Connor shoved Leon as he laughed. You grinned.

"You guys liked it?"

"You were fantastic" Connor said. You squealed and bounced around. The boys laughed at your reaction.

"Guess she's happy" Patty said.

"That was the biggest crowd I've ever had, Patty."

"Wouldn't have known it" Connor said, throwing his arm around your shoulders.

"Yeah" Leon chuckled. "My favorite part was with Captain Awkward over here." He jerked his thumb in Connor's direction. "Pull at their heart strings with the kid then attack with your voice and lyrics." You laughed.

"Well then" you turned to Connor and grinned at him. "How do you feel about touring with me?"

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There we have it! Captain Awkward! No its Connor McDazzle and the Tide Pods! Anyway... let me know what you thought! Up next: Auston Matthews smut or Carter Hart for all!

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