Diamonds & Gasoline - CB98
Pairing: Connor Bedard x fem!reader
Summary: In which, Connor’s had a little bit too much to drink and tells you what secrets he’s got up his sleeve—Including a ring and your future together.
Warnings: drinking, swearing?, Fluff, probably lowkey bad writing but oh well, not proofread,
Authors note: I fear I don’t love this but I wanted to just post something
The end of the year Blackhawks party brought mixed emotions. It was the last big get together before you all went your separate ways for the summer. On one hand, everyone was excited, summer was coming in full swing and most everybody had big plans. But, on the other hand, a certain sadness lingered. The group had been insanely close this year and the future was still up in the air for some of the guys this fall.
You had been sitting on the couch talking to Alexis, Frank's girlfriend. Deciding to stay sober for the night so you could drive Connor and yourself back home. Your conversation soon changed from summer plans to marriage. Alexis asking if you and Connor had talked about getting engaged.
You and Connor had been together for over four years, meeting because of your moms, who were good friends growing up. You had been fifteen when you met—both hot headed and stubborn. Traits that your parents figured would make you dislike each other. In reality, you both clicked right away, becoming best friends before finally confessing your feelings.
Now, you and Connor had talked about your future before. You both definitely wanted to get married, but when was the biggest question. Neither of you were opposed to getting engaged young, but it wasn’t like you were in a big rush. You had recently just started feeling like Chicago was home, and not just a temporary place. And with the talks of extending Connor’s contract, getting engaged was definitely going to become a more frequent thought.
Just then, Connor came back into the house. His hat backwards and his pupils blown wide. The younger guys on the team had been in the backyard, doing what you could only assume were shots of alcohol. Purely based on Connor’s rosy cheeks and wild look.
“Hi.” He said breathless, a grin forming on his face when he saw you.
“Hi Con.” You patted the spot on the couch next to you.
He obliged instantly, plopping down so close next to you that you could feel his body heat. His head quickly found your shoulder. When Connor was drunk he turned into the clingiest person alive. Getting upset if you left him to go to the bathroom. If he could crawl into your skin and just stay there, there was no doubt he would.
“What’re you guys talking about?” He asked, words slightly slurring. His hand finding its way to yours, tracing mindless shapes.
“Marriage.” Alexis said simply. Staring at Connor to gauge his reaction. Unfortunately for him, his reaction was anything but subtle. His eyes went wide, a blush settling across his cheeks.
“Oh really?” He asked, trying to play it cool. “Why’s that?” His voice let out a little crack at the end.
“I mean, you and y/n have been together forever. Just wondering if you’re going to propose.” Your cheeks flushed. You had loved Connor for years. He was your best friend, no doubt about it. And the idea of marrying him made your knees weak.
He shrugged halfheartedly. Connor was an absolutely terrible liar, especially when it came to secrets involving you. One time, your friends had planned a surprise birthday party for you. It took you exactly one hour of hounding him until he couldn’t take it anymore and told you their plan.
Just as you were about to ask what that meant, Frank came running in, asking Connor to go shotgun another drink. He jumped up with a quick ‘fuck yeah’ before following Frank back outside.
“He’s definitely going to propose.” Alexis said, turning back to you suddenly.
“I don’t know.” You said slowly. “I mean, I’m definitely not opposed. But I don’t wanna pressure him, you know? Especially because he’s under enough pressure as is.”
“Girl!” Alexis said, “that man is so head over heels for you that it was painful to watch him just a minute ago.”
You laughed slightly, fidgeting with the promise ring he had gotten you two years ago. If Connor was really going to propose, you wanted it to be on his time. You didn’t want to make him feel like he had to, even though you doubted he would feel that way.
“What about you and Frank?” You asked, trying to divert the conversation from yourself.
She broke out in a grin, talking about the new restaurant they had gone to last week. You sat there listening, while your mind raced with questions. There was no way he actually had a proposal planned out, right?
It didn’t take long until Connor found you again. This time, he was sitting across from you. He had gone quiet and kept staring at you. A small sign that he was ready to call it a night. You glanced at the time on your phone; 11:38 pm. You had probably a forty minute drive back to your shared apartment.
“Are you ready to head out?” You asked him, voice soft.
He nodded tiredly, already standing up. He made his way over to you. stumbling slightly as he extended out a hand for you to grab.
You both said your goodbyes, making your way to the car when Connor finally spoke again. “You know I love you, right?”
“I love you too.” You told him. He beamed, squeezing your hand.
You were almost home when Connor spoke again, his body turned towards you. He had spent most of the drive singing aimlessly to the radio, his eyes never trailing far from you.
“Thank you.” He said quietly, voice barely above a whisper.
“For what?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.
“For supporting me.” He said simply.
“Of course, Connor. I’ll always support you.”
“No, no—like, thank you for always being there and letting me chase my dreams and—” he paused. “and never making me feel like I can’t be myself and for helping me adjust to every big change in my career. And for taking care of me when I’m hurt.” He giggled. “And for making me those really good smoothies when I broke my jaw. I’m so lucky to have you.”
Your eyes burned and your heart swelled with emotion. You were eternally grateful to have Connor in your life. And to hear him say that to you so honestly and vulnerable, made butterflies appear in your stomach.
“I'll always be here for you. It’s you and me in this together, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah, it’s you and me.”
You pulled into the parking garage of your apartment. Putting the car in park and glancing over to Connor. “Ready to call it a night?”
He nodded his head eagerly, quickly fumbling with his seatbelt.
You finally got Connor inside the apartment, which was harder than it looked, considering he had to stop and try to puke in a trash can. Then he thought he saw a raccoon, which you had to explain was just a shadow.
Inside, you helped wrangle Connor out of his clothes and brush his teeth—which was a battle in itself considering he kept trying to kiss you with toothpaste all over. You had let out a laugh when you saw the boxers he had on. Last year you had gotten him a pair with your face all over them as a joke, but Connor thought it was the greatest thing ever. It turns out he also had been wearing them today.
He suddenly appeared in front of you, face inches from yours. His eyes scan your face, looking at you like you hung the moon. His cheeks were blotchy, from the alcohol or his body temperature—you couldn’t tell.
You felt the heat radiating off of him, his body mere inches from yours. You brought your hand up, tracing his cheekbone with your thumb. He closed his eyes, melting into the palm of your hand.
He leaned in closer, voice barely above a whisper. “Guess what?”
“I’m gonna marry you soon.” He giggled, voice soft and full of so much admiration it felt like you were dreaming.
Connor loved you like you were life itself, putting you ahead of everything else in his life. He was utterly devoted to making sure you were happy.
You felt like your heart was outside of your body. Hearing him say it so outright made your knees weak.
You tried to play it off, giggling awkwardly. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” He nodded, his next words slurred with exhaustion. “Ready to make you my wife.”
He suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Pressing featherlight kisses against the crook of your neck.
“Got the ring and all.” He whispered.
“You’re still drunk. You need to go to bed.” You told him, ignoring the way your heart was pounding.
“I wanna have kids with you, and have a big wedding—or small, whatever you want. Or maybe we can get eloped somewhere in Canada and not tell anyone.” He continued.
“M’not joking. Got it all planned out. I’m yours forever. And plus, I think Mrs. Bedard has a nice ring to it.” He smiled proudly, pulling away and crawling under the sheets.
When you didn’t immediately join him, he pouted. Bottom lip jutting out slightly.
“You won’t even remember this in the morning.”
“Nothing I said was a lie.” He shrugged. “Now, come to bed, please.” He whined, dragging out the words.
You smiled, mind racing with a million questions, wondering if what he was saying was actually him, or the alcohol. He grinned ear to ear when you walked forward. Moving the blanket and opening his arms wide for you to crawl into. He hummed contentedly when he finally got you in his arms. Planting a soft kiss on your head. His breathing slowed down as exhaustion settled into his bones.
You were almost asleep when Connor spoke again. “can you wash my hair tomorrow?”
“Of course.” You smiled, bringing your hand up to rub through his hair. He hummed contentedly, mind already in a different place.
You weren’t sure if Connor would remember this conversation in the morning, or if he was just saying that because he heard you talking about it. But whatever it was, you figured it was time to start getting French tips when you got your nails done.
“French tips, huh?” Connor observed, voice steady.
“Yeah, do you like them?” You asked, settling down on the couch next to him. Extending your hand out so he could see better. He grabbed your hand, bringing it unnecessarily close to his face. His eyes squinting. You rolled your eyes at his antics, laughing slightly.
“I do. You should get them more often.” He suggested, the corner of his mouth twitching up.
Okay, he definitely had a plan.
“Maybe I will.” You agreed, grinning.
“It’s the third time this week you’ve asked me that.”
“I still don’t see an issue here.”
“Okay fine. Go start the shower.”
He beamed, blowing you a kiss as he ran down the hall to the bathroom. Almost tripping over the hockey stick he insisted on leaving out “because it looks cool”.
“Hurry!” He shouted, voice carrying down the hall. You laughed, standing up and following him.
