Boyfriend Conner Bedard, who's gaze always follows you when you stand - just incase he needs to be up in a moments notice to help stabilize or guide you back down to your seat if you start to feel light headed.
- You both are sitting on the couch in your friends apartment (as it is the monthy movie night with your friends and their partners). Connor has been chit chatting with some of your friends and their partners for the past half an hour or so. Your friend announces that the movie is going to start soon and you stand to offer help with prepping snacks. You hop up but not before Connor shifts sitting straighter up, watching you. He is still engaging in the conversation as you feel his strong, warm hand gently touch your lower back as if to help you if needed or to gage how your feeling. His eyes shift between you and the friend he is talking with as he sees that your feeling fine. Casual but protective, and you can't help but blush as you walk to the kitchen to help your friend.
Boyfriend Connor Bedard, who puts in extra work with cooking meals when reader (the cook between the two) is having off and low energy days. His more playful and energetic side comes out when he knows your feeling crappy.
- You sit at the kitchen island watch Connor on the other end trying to not burn chicken on the stove. You feel your eye bags growing eye bags as you hold your chin up on your hand. You can't help but smile watching Connor try to cook chicken on the saucepan while also trying to cut vegetables for the Greek salad. Connor won't let you do anything aside from taste the food and tell what to do as he knows that on low energy days like today, all you can afford to do is rest. He turns to you in his "kiss the chef" apron after he thinks he has mastered the art of multitasking.
"Alright, what next?"
Boyfriend Connor Bedard, who lays you between his legs like a barrier on the occasion that you do faint for a minute or two.
- He stays close like a guard dog when you do faint. Laying you between his legs and adjusting you to be as comfortable as possible.
- When your eyes flutter open, you see him and only him. You feel his feather light touch as he gently runs his hand through your hair. You blink at him struggling to wrap your head around the situation, all he does is whisper soft and reassuring nothings to you. "It's okay, I'm right here." "Just relax baby."
- When you finally start to come to by slowly regaining mobility and memory, Connor helps you sit up and lean your back against his solid chest. He quietly explains what happened while gently intertwining your fingers together.
- Hes there when on occasion you get a little emotional or sad about fainting, he'll gently kiss your tears away and say it isn't your fault.
AN: Hiii again! This is the final repost from a prev acc! Enjoy
Summary: you were at the rink while you boyfriend was having a team practice when you received a reminder that you have a paper due. A paper you haven't begun yet. Your about to spiral but don't worry, your boyfriend will ground you.
Disclaimer: not proof read (you cannot pay me to read my work), this actually sucks, suggestion of anxiety, fluff, happy ending
As a college student, life could get stressful once final season turn the corner. And hell I was feeling the weight of finals. For the past 2 weeks I have been hunched over my laptop trying to stay on top of all my school work without being to sharp with those around me. I now know Conner is also feel the stress of my school work, as our relationship has been put on the back burner for the past month. Conner came up with a great idea of taking me to the rink to study while he had a teak practic. I was skeptical at first but he argued that I needed a change of scenery and that I could sit high in the bleachers so that I won't get distracted by him and the rest of the Blackhawks.
So now here I sit on the bleachers in a cold skating rink on a Saturday morning.
I loudly sigh as I turn the page of my text book to a yet another chapter. I peer up at the sound of loud skates sharply sliding along the rink and the sound of pucks slap shooting from stick to stick. I see the number 98 in a blur on Conners back as he skates around, his head twitching obviously keeping his graze on the puck. I take a moment to admire his fluffy puffy hair and his focused gaze. I get pulled out of my admiration at an email notification. I blink at it for a moment – “REMINDER! Sociology research paper DUE this Tuesday”. I blink at the reminder as I feel the blood drain from me. Research paper? – this Tuesday..? – slowly I feel the light bulbs light in my head are I remember paper… the research paper I have yet to start. I take in a large shaky breath as I feel my breath shorten in panic. I’m already drowning in school work and now I have a whole paper to write and finish in just days. The sound of the skates on the ice and the pucks smacking along the walls are starting to sound like banging – intense banging that I can’t relax because of. “I need to go, I need to actually lock in, holy shit, holy shit”
Bang.
I mutter to myself as I frantically pack up my bookbag with tense shoulders
Bang.
I shoot up from my seat slinging my weighted bookbag over my shoulder. Then a loud buzzer,
BUZZ!!!
causes me to jump slightly. I huff out at remembering that the buzzer is for the players to take a break. I speedily hop down the bleachers, I glance to Conner to already see his gaze on me. He casually skates over with helmet in hand and his skin glistening from the sweat. He tilts his head and his brow gives a small furrow when he sees me with my packed bag.
"Hey" Conner hums out as he leans his forearms on the rink half wall. "Going somewhere?" He mumbles.
I already am giving him an apologetic glance but he can't help but notice the small tense panic on my face. "I..." I mutter trying to find my words. But with his gaze not ever leaving my face I struggle to seem relaxed. Gosh his eyes are intense.
"Look, I'm just really swamped right now and I got a surprise reminder of a paper due on Tuesday that I haven't even started yet. And I'm trying not to but I'm kind of freaking out. I just need a quietly place right now Connie-" before I could finish my sentence he interrupts me.
"Wait you forgot about a paper..?" He mutters out in slight surprise.
"A research paper..." I mutter softly correcting him. Conner winces for me knowing that the situation has turned dier. "I know..." I mutter out as my voice seems to get smaller. "I love it here but baby I really need a quiet place to study... I need to go..." I mutter out as I glance to the doors. When I glance back to Conner he's gone already walking to his bag on the bench.
"Here, take my keys. Go to my place." Conner says holding out his keys for me. I look at him in slight surprise for a moment.
"W-what..? Your place?" I mutter as he steps closer.
"My place." He reaffirms as he gently takes my wrist and placing his keys into my hand. "It's quiet there, you'll have the whole place to yourself until my practice is over. No one will bother you there." He states gently as I look up at him with heat flushing to my cheeks.
"Take my car too, I'll carpool with someone after practice." He states confidently leaning closer to me. My brain goes blank for a moment. Did he just offer me his whole place just so I can focus on school work? And did I just know realize that I'm just staring at him like a love struck idiot.
"Con... you don't have too..." I mutter being completely pulled from my near panic, he is already shaking his head.
"I want to, so let me. Besides, maybe I'll get us those taco salads from the Mexican place you like so much." He whispers to me and I softly groan out at the very tasty thought. Then that stupid buzzer goes off again indicating that break is over. Conner chuckles at me as he glances to the rest of the Blackhawks sliding back onto the ice. He takes a deep breath in before putting his helmet on.
"Con..." I mutter gently grabbing his arm. He turns back to him and gives me a quick peck on the lips.
"Go use that big brain of yours." He whispers against my skin before winking and hoping onto the ice. I stand there dumbfounded for a moment before pulling myself together and heading towards the parking lot. I will submit that paper in on time.
I will get this paper done. I think to myself as I nearly stomp out of rink arena. I find Conners car easily in the empty parking lot. The car ride is a blur as I climb out of the car and sling my bookbag on my shoulder. His apartment is something I definitely consider to be fancy. I let myself in and am greeted with his cool modern layout apartment. My shoes and coat slide off my me as I hurry to the only space in the apartment I can study in, his small desk in his bedroom. With a loud thump, I drop my bookbag onto the floor as I sit in his rolly chair. I fish out my laptop and headphones from my bag and I get to work. My gaze shifts over to his bed, a messily made up bed looking oh so comfortable and warm. No, I need to focus. This is serious. But the sheets smell like him. Nope. Back to the laptop. Though it takes a moment for my eyes to listen as a moment later I drag my eyes from his bed to my laptop. Ugh. I crack my laptop open and slide my headphones on to perform the biggest lock in of the academic year.
The only sound I hear is the aggressive clicking of my keyboard that is louder then the white sounds I listen to, to help me focus. Conner is surprisingly quiet for a sport man, so much so that I don’t even realise that he arrived until I can smell the delicious food Conner offered to bring home tonight. Oh, how I could get used to this – living together, both coming home to each other after a long day, him all sweaty and me tuckered out from my work – on special occasions he brings take out and we pig out tangled up together. My back straightens at the realization and my hand freeze. Shoot, I’m not even half way done my draft, how is he back already? How long have I been day dreaming? I turn to face the doorway to see Conner already in the doorway plopping his hockey bag on the floor. His sheepish boyish smile already plastered on his face when he notices that I just realized he got back. His hair is fluffy from I’m assuming a shower he took in the locker room, his clothes are stretchy and casual material that hug his arms and chest just enough for my eyes to linger a little to long.
“Was it the smell of the food or my bag that got you out of your study trance?” Conner teases as he slowly shuffles towards me. I shy chuckle as I slide my headphones off.
“I didn’t even hear you come home, m’ sorry.” I mutter to him as I turn the chair to face him completely as he opens his arms. He wraps his arms around my neck and I reach up to hug his waist.
“s’ alright… been busy at work?” he hums out with a deep gentle voice as he lowers his head down to mine. He doesn’t let go while he peers at my half written paper. I gently scratch back as his body heat connects with mine.
“It’s not done, yet.” I whisper watching him look at my paper.
“looks great.” He states, standing back to his full height, I playfully roll my eyes knowing he probably read only a sentence. My eye rolling is meet with light hearted scoff before he leans down and to kiss the top of my head. “okay gee, come take a break.” He rumbles into my hair. “I starving and I know you are too.” He whispers pulling away. I let out a hum as my gaze follows him walking to the bedroom door. “I can tell cause you roll your eyes when hungry.” He teases, flashing a smile before shuffling into the kitchen. My eyes linger for a moment before turning back to my laptop. I tuck my hair behind my ears, sigh and close my laptop for the meantime before standing up and joining him.
When I emerge from his room, Connor is placing chicken quesadillas, a portion of everything fries, tortilla chips and it’s homemade salsa onto two plates. Seeing him doing something so domesticated is heartwarming, knowing that only few people get to see a softer sweeter side of him makes me feel special. Though at times he is still sassy, but what can you do.
I join him and we eat together, we talk about our day, his practice, my project. We talk about new tv shows we should binge together or new gym workouts that he could try out and for me to merely attempt. My heart can’t help but flutter every time our knees touch under the table. Though every time I go quiet for just too long, I feel a gentle nudge from him. A nudge to tell me to get out of my head, a nudge telling me that he is here with me, a nudge to keep me grounded in a current chaotic finals season. Connor always did that when he knew I was stressed out. He made sure to be close enough to keep an eye on me. Because Connor always knew how to weave out my scrambled thoughts. Connor was always able to make me turn my focus from my stress to anything else and right now he is keeping me focused on those icy blue eyes, puffy lips and gentle nudges. He is here and I’m okay.
FIN
AN: Hi everyone! This is a repost from a prev acc. Enjoy!
Does Conner Bedard wake up in a cold sweat every time one of these announcers say his fucking name despite the fact that he should be at home and asleep because it is his night off and he is a cHILD
