yourusername girls just wanna have sun (first day in the maldives!) ☀️

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user1 finally spring break!!

user2 ok model ♥︎ liked by author

user3 goals 😋

user4 you're living the dream for real

user5 meanwhile i'm bed rotting on the couch 😄

user6 vacationing in the maldives looks so fun ♥︎ liked by author

macklincelebrini picture creds? ♥︎ liked by author

yourusername i literally tagged you 🙂 macklincelebrini oops i didn't see that ♥︎ liked by author yourbffusername too many braincells were knocked out during hockey season 😌 ♥︎ liked by author yourusername i'm starting to think so too

user7 best post on my feed today hands down

user8 so cool!

user9 love this so much 🥰🥰

user10 you look incredible!! ♥︎ liked by author

yourusername if heaven had a beach

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user11 those pictures don't even look real

user12 yeahhh, for my sanity this photo dump is ai 🙂‍↔️

user13 interesting company you're keeping y/n

user14 does anyone else want to acknowledge the elephant in the room? 🤔

user15 awww baby sharks ♥︎ liked by author

user16 why are they holding hands.

user17 if this is a hard launch i will not survive ❌

macklincelebrini not a bad view at all ♥︎ liked by author

nopuckstogive macklin celebrini has made quite a few appearances in y/n l/n's recent instagram posts. bestie trip❔

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user18 literally the definition of don't be suspicious

user19 that's what they all say ✌️

user20 mhhhmmmm…

user21 i don't want to start rumors but it sure is hard not to when they're doing stuff like this ♥︎ liked by author

user22 "guys and girls cannot be platonic friends" or whatever the rule says 🤝

user23 interesting, interesting *jots down notes*

user24 they've known each other since they were like six years old. god forbid long time friends just want to take a trip together ♥︎ liked by author

user25 and yet they bicker like an old married couple 🤣

macklincelebrini might just settle down here forever ❤️

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user26 ohhhh okay... okay i see you

user27 macklin you are not slick. 😃

user28 slow your horses mack you've barely been in the nhl for 2 years and you already want to retire?

user29 it's the y/n effect, he wants to spend the rest of his life with her 💗💗

user30 i can hear the ynmack shippers breaking out of their straitjackets right now

yourusername bro discovered peace for the first time ♥︎ liked by author

user31 well no duh miss y/n it's bc of you macklincelebrini you literally begged me to cancel our plane tickets home 🤨 yourusername shut up ♥︎ liked by author

user32 mack wanting to live off the grid was not on my bingo card 👀

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i'm actually amazing, idk what you're talking about 🙇

yourusername taking a moment to appreciate the cuisine 🏝️🍍

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user33 omg my stomach just growled so loudly

user34 i wish i had a free bag of chips ughhh

macklincelebrini 5/10 but the company was great 🫶

yourusername aww thank you so much!!! macklincelebrini ouch i hate to break it to you, but i was actually talking about that toucan we saw at lunch yesterday... 😛 yourusername you're sleeping outside tonight. 🥹 macklincelebrini jeez i was just joking ♥︎ liked by author

user35 i need a food review stat

user36 lowkey this might be the only thing i needed to convince me to book a trip to the maldives... ✈️

user37 oh i bet the seafood is fire

user38 that plate is art ♥︎ liked by author

user39 the way i would demolish every single meal

user40 idk how you waited to take pics, i would've immediately jumped in and eaten the whole thing instantly 🤤 ♥︎ liked by author

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only because your fingers kept covering the camera lens 😒

yourusername good surf, no hypocrites 🌊

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user41 beach days are everything 🏄‍♀️

user42 thank you for updating us because i'm living vicariously through these posts ♥︎ liked by author

user43 bucket list destination

user44 holy philosophical caption 🤓

macklincelebrini your whole instagram is flooded with pictures from this vacation ♥︎ liked by author

yourusername correct! that's how it should be

user45 all you need is good vibes and the sun

user46 you deserve this trip for sure, i'm so glad you're enjoying it 💕

yourbffusername take me along next time ♥︎ liked by author

yourusername i'm sorry, i miss you loads yourbffusername no dw it's not your fault i have exams ♥︎ liked by author yourusername okayyy i love you 💓

user47 slide 1 was definitely taken by mack

user48 i'm soooo jealous 😍

macklincelebrini spring break was lit 🔥🔥

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user49 OHHH I KNEW IT

user50 hockeytwt is about to explode 🤐

user51 ok everyone who said that y/nmack were just friends... waiting to hear your apologies...

user52 congratulations!!!! 🎉🎉

user53 i didn't even know y/n and mack were like that

user54 i mean the signs were there 😮‍💨

user55 10 years in the making!!

yourusername i got a best friend who i think is hot ♥︎ liked by author

macklincelebrini right back at you, beautiful user56 OH. I'M SICK TO MY STOMACH. STOP BEING SO CUTE. 😭😭

user57 this post better be pinned ♥︎ liked by author

everybody swore what the two of you had wasn’t serious. that once hockey became a major factor, and fraser had to move away to god-knows-where, the spark in your relationship would fizzle out. but the joke was on them, because fraser proposed to you at 19 and married you at 21, just days before you both moved to boston. and since then? you’ve been inseparable, showing up to all of his games, proudly wearing his jersey with “minten” emblazoned on the back. 

the two of you met back in secondary school. you were the captain of the debate club and the president of about a hundred other organizations. fraser had been pressured to find an extracurricular that would work for the last remaining gap in his schedule, and when he saw you at the first meeting, he fell in love. even though he won’t admit it openly. it took him about two and a half months to muster enough courage to talk to you one-on-one, and he almost dies of embarrassment when he does because he thinks it’s blindingly obvious he’s in love with you. but since you’re trying to untangle your own web of feelings, you completely miss all the signals he’s sending to you, until you decide to take a gamble and ask him to be your interviewee for the student magazine’s section on athletes (you’re also, incidentally, the chief editor for your school’s newspaper). fraser knows he’s not going to contradict you or do anything that might make you change your mind and back out. a ten minute interview might be short, yet he wants to soak up any time with you he can possibly get. he is surprised, though, that you even know he plays hockey; you’ve never shown up to any games despite your almost unwavering school spirit. later, he finds out it’s because you were terrified he would think that you were stalking him. the thought of you overthinking cracks him up, and you refuse to continue the conversation or talk about it ever again. 

things eventually speed up from there – thankfully, the interview has finally broken the ice between you. he asks you for help with an upcoming history exam, and you spend a few lunch periods in the library teaching him about the mughal empire and genghis khan. it’s not the most interesting topic, and fraser would normally be mind-numbingly bored, but there’s something beautiful in the way you talk about things that makes him become more captivated by you. he also impulsively gives you his phone number after your last meeting, and you spend the next night talking for hours about everything and nothing at the same time.

after you get together, fraser can’t stop talking about you to everyone. he has the cutest habit of calling you “my girl”, and once you get married it evolves to “my wife”. he’ll mention you in every single interview no matter the topic, and his teammates constantly tease him about it. you’re also his “lucky charm” and “emotional anchor”, amongst other titles that you hold close to your chest. needless to say, when fraser joins the nhl and people start learning about you, they think you’re in it for the money and fame. but it soon becomes crystal clear that they’re completely mistaken. you’d love fraser even if he’d ended up working as a cashier at the mall’s ice cream parlor. your love for each other transcends all possibilities and outcomes.

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user1 coolest wag there is

user2 you are the moment ♥︎ liked by author

user3 blessed to see this on my feed today

user4 teach me your ways

user5 is it hot in here or...

fraserminten too cute to gatekeep am i right ♥︎ liked by author

yourusername you get it!!! yourusername can't wait for you to come home so we can go to the museum together. i heard they're opening up a new exhibit fraserminten sounds like a date ♥︎ liked by author

user6 the definition of perfect

user7 y/n when will you be live again to talk about art, i miss your lectures ♥︎ liked by author

yourusername soon i promise! i've just been really busy prepping for finals

user8 you're so unreal omg

yourbffusername it was soooo fun hanging out with you! ♥︎ liked by author

“hey, baby, if i squint – this painting looks like us.”

you tilted your head, standing beside your boyfriend, fraser minten, interlinking your fingers together as you tried to see whatever he was seeing. the painting was from the early 20th century, a beautiful polychrome oil on canvas piece by wassily kandinsky that you could admire for hours. 

but the problem was, it looked absolutely nothing like you or fraser. or… people, for that matter. 

“you might need to get your eyesight checked,” you joked, and fraser elbowed you. “it’s supposed to symbolize cossacks in moscow, back in the 1900s. hmmm…” you scanned the plaque, reading the context for the art piece.

“great. you’re going to be staring at this forever now that i said something about it, aren’t you?” fraser rolled his eyes and tugged at your arm, but you were rooted in place. “come on, babe. i want to visit the gift shop. you promised me you wouldn’t take long.”

“we’ll do that soon,” you said vaguely, gaze hyperfixated on the contours of the composition. something about the color shift really intrigued you, yet you couldn’t put a finger on it, mostly because fraser was distracting you with a look you called ‘puppy dog eyes’. “look, if you want to go ahead of me, you can. i won’t be mad.”

fraser shook his head vehemently. “if i go, you’re never going to leave this place.”

“then be patient and wait for me to be done,” you chided, and he huffed in exasperation.

“god, you’re just as in love with art as i am with hockey. maybe that’s why we’re so good for each other,” he mused to himself, tagging along behind you as you moved on to the next piece. “before you zone out, tell me what this painting is about. that way, i’ll be able to make sense of whatever this is.”

nocturne in black and gold: the falling rocket. you hummed in approval. as an avid art history nerd and major, you’d learned all about james whistler in school. he’d been a major figurehead for the aesthetic movement, and had died due to heart disease in 1903. “believe it or not, this is a painting about fireworks. over a garden in london,” you informed fraser.

his eyes widened. “it’s so dark. and gloomy.”

“it’s influenced by japanese woodblock prints,” you said. “and whistler, the artist, sued for libel because some critic said some mean things about it. something about throwing a bucket of paint in people’s faces.”

fraser whistled lowly. “did he win?”

“yeah, but he went bankrupt. didn’t get enough money from it.”

“that’s terrible.”

you nodded, and advanced to the subsequent artwork, also by james whistler. symphony in white, no 1.: the white girl. “she’s pretty,” fraser remarked. “but she’s got nothing on you.”

“fraser,” you scolded him, blushing deeply. you were trying to take mental notes: how the subject’s hair was free-flowing and ginger, and that she was wearing a plain white dress with long sleeves, but fraser’s little compliments were making you lose track of your observations.

“jeez, i was just saying – !” he shot back, but you swatted him before he could finish the sentence. “ok, ok, i’ll shut up. god.”

you appraised the rest of the paintings in the exhibit – almost fainting at the sight of an incredibly stunning impressionist work by renoir –, and checked your watch. it was half past one, and fraser looked like he was going to stage a mutiny against you if you didn’t go to the gift store in the next ten seconds.

as you guided him to the outlet, he grinned, blue eyes bright with happiness. “this is just proof that i don’t know anything about art… but i do know that i like looking at you.”

“21-year-old graduate student from pittsburgh, pennsylvania is the alleged new wag of ice hockey icon, sidney crosby – who is 17 years older than her!”

the tabloid’s headline taunted you in bold black letters, glaring at you through the screen. it felt like a rock had dropped in your stomach at the sight of the article’s title. you blinked back the rising feeling of humiliation that always came when somebody brought up the imbalance in your relationship with sid.

you knew the newspapers – the less reputable ones, at least – would be cruel like this. it’s been on your mind since the very beginning, when you met sid at a club and brought him home to your modest apartment that you shared with your three roommates rather than a glitzy mansion that other people in his career sphere had. it’s no secret that you’re completely different than sid, but your modest life isn’t something you’d ever change. yet it never fails to irk you that people use it against you so viciously.

of course people would talk snidely about you two. there was so much material to go off of: the obvious piece of gossip being your age gap, which was over a decade. but also, there were the disparities in your incomes, your backgrounds, your futures.

you were struggling to get your master’s degree in biochemistry; meanwhile, sid had already broken a thousand records on the ice by the time he turned twenty-one. he was famous and beloved by all, an olympic gold medalist, a three-time stanley cup winner. and you were just some girl from pittsburgh with a mind full of formulas and a heart that had fallen in love with a superstar athlete.

you tore your eyes off of the screen, loosening your tight grip on your laptop. squeezing your computer to death wouldn’t erase the story, no matter how much you wished it would.

“hey.”

speak of the devil, you thought as you slammed your laptop shut. bewildered, sidney’s eyes ricocheted from your face, to your computer, and back to your face. “is… everything ok?” he asked, eyebrows raised. your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “are you looking at porn or something like that? ’cause you closed your laptop really fast.”

“no,” you said, unconvincingly. “just. stuff.”

“and what stuff might that be?” 

“nothing.” you scowled at your boyfriend, whose hands were drifting over to where your computer rested on your lap, like he wanted to open it and check for himself. “why does it matter to you?”

“well, if my girlfriend is looking at porn that obviously means i’m doing something wrong in bed that i should fix,” sid replied, smirking. “but, based off of last night, that can’t be the reason.”

you rolled your eyes and unlocked your computer without a word. 

sidney read the title aloud in an almost astonished tone, as though he couldn’t believe what he was reading. hearing the words leave his mouth made it a million times worse. by the time he was finished scrolling through the article, which you hadn’t even bothered to read in your guilt, you were lightheaded. you did catch a few phrases, though, which were all mean-spirited and reproachful: she’s using him for his money, arm candy, barely old enough to drink champagne, and all it did was make you want to vomit.

“it’s a bunch of bullshit, baby.” he kissed you on your forehead, stubble scratching your skin. “don’t stress out about it.”

“i’m not,” you argued. “like, at all. i was just worried that you… i don’t know… that you might agree with it. that i’m only with you for your money and fame.”

sidney cocked his head to the side. “i’m always begging you to let me pay for our dates, and you hate it when i do. also, when you met me for the first time, you had no idea who i was. maybe it was because you were tipsy, but it’s also because you’re not a clout chaser. why would i ever see eye to eye with them?”

“i don’t know.” you lowered your gaze, picking at your fingernails. now that you were thinking about it more, the declarations that the tabloid was leveling against you were all hollow. yes, you were young, and yes, sid was rich, but that wasn’t your primary goal for being in a relationship with him. regardless of his wealth, sid was an incredible boyfriend. he remembered all sorts of small details, like your favorite vacation you took as a child, the time you pulled two consecutive all-nighters and ran on pure spite and red bull energy drinks… the list could go on. nobody was as attentive as sid was. “i’m sorry, sid,” you apologized.

“you don’t have anything to be sorry for, baby.” sid touched your cheek, gently tugging you to face him. his brown eyes were full of worry. “i love you. please don’t ever think that i don’t.”

the corner of your mouth twitched. “i love you too, sid.”

“good. now get over here.” sid set your laptop down on the coffee table, then angled his body towards you. “it’s cold out and i need your body heat. that’s the whole reason why i came over here.”

which was a lie, because sid was the warmest-running person you’d ever met. but you didn’t care – you curled into sid’s arms and let his resolute hugs wash away the harsh accusations.

“we shouldn’t be doing this.” you groan, flinging your hands in the air. “spin the bottle is such a juvenile game anyway. who thought of this?”

your best friend aoife rolls her eyes. “you’re just saying that because it’s finally your turn. come on.”

“don’t be a pussy,” someone in the circle teases. you think it might be connor, but you refuse to look at anything other than the ground at your feet. 

“y/n, you’re holding up the game,” aoife says, this time more annoyed. “you promised me you’d do it and wouldn’t chicken out.”

“i didn’t actually think you were going to go through with this stupid idea!” you protest. “you’re drunk on, like, seven shots of tequila. i thought you’d forget.”

“just spin the fucking bottle already,” another person groans.

you glare at aoife, shame burning your face a dark crimson as your fingers grasp the cool glass of the empty beer bottle and send it spinning. you cover your face with your hands nervously. god, what were you doing? 

aoife nudges you on your shoulder. the bottle must have stopped moving. you peek through the gap in your fingers, worry crawling in the hollow of your throat. what if it had gone still in front of…

your heart stops.

of fucking course.

because everyone and everything was against you tonight. 

you look straight into the calm blue eyes of none other than fraser minten, your childhood best friend… who you may or may not be harboring a decade-long crush on. and naturally, a fucking game of spin the bottle was going to destroy your carefully built friendship.

“well?” connor urges you, a cruel smirk tilting the curve of his lips. he’s sitting right next to fraser, and seems to be enjoying your torment more than anyone else here. even aoife has the decency to look sorry. 

you move closer to fraser, knocking your elbow on the bottle in the process. you inhale a breath, trying to calm your frantically beating heart. it’s just one kiss. one. people do stupid, impulsive shit all the time. it doesn’t mean your friendship is going to be screwed up irrevocably, you mutter internally, telling yourself everything will be okay after this.

and so you lean forward, lips crashing against fraser’s. the point of no return.

the first – and only – thing that you can think of when fraser’s mouth is on yours is that he’s fucking perfect. you’ve kissed a few other guys before, but none of them feel like he does. it feels like you slot in perfectly against his body, all sharp curves and toned muscle against your fingers. you don’t want to break apart. you really, honest-to-god, wish you could stay like this forever.

but you know that everyone’s hyperfocused on the two of you, and you don’t want the attention, the nagging, the mockery. fraser and his serene composure might be able to handle it, but your hot temper could not.

you let go of fraser reluctantly and crawl back to your spot, every inch of your body feeling like pure electricity.

the rest of the night, fraser can’t tear his eyes off of you. he’d been dreaming of this opportunity for months now. it was foolish and futile to assume that his feelings for you were just platonic. because it crossed a deep line into lust, something that he was fully aware he should be ashamed of. and yet? he can’t find it in himself to be.

because kissing you made him feel more alive than he’d ever felt. more than when he was on the ice, playing a tough game against his competitors. more than when he went fishing with his friends and caught a massive haul. 

nothing could ever compare. and he can never go back.

as the last remaining stragglers from the house party stumble home, he finds you by the staircase, cleaning up discarded solo cups. he steps beside you, kneeling down to pick up a napkin that’s soaked with an unidentifiable liquid. it takes all his effort not to drop it and throw up on the spot.

“hey,” you murmur to him timidly, breaking the silence, distracting him from the fact that his hands might be covered in either vomit or beer. or even, god forbid, somebody else’s urine.

“you ok?” is the first thing that leaves his lips. fraser had something else he wanted to say. a whole fucking pick up line, practiced in the bathroom mirror before coming to you. but before he makes his move, he wants to ensure you’re not uncomfortable with what had happened earlier.

you avoid his eye contact. “yeah, we’re – i’m ok.”

“i know you were kinda forced into it. that was rude of connor and aoife to do.”

“it’s not their fault. i wanted to do it.” the sound of a solo can crunching fills the silence as you stack it in your neat pile in the corner. “look, fraser, we don’t need to talk about what happened. it was just for entertainment. it didn’t mean anything.”

he has to hold back the impulse to laugh. all he wants to do is push you against the wall and kiss you until your mind goes blank. but instead, he nods his head, the perfect model of self-restraint. “yeah. i get it.”

“ok, good.” your words are final, signifying the end of the conversation. yet, fraser’s anything but done with you. he hasn’t even gotten started yet.

the next morning, fraser shows up to your flat with a cup of your favorite hot chocolate and a copy of the newly released book you couldn’t stop talking about. maybe he’s pushing it. he probably is, but when it comes to you, he can never think clearly.

you’re startled when you open the door. “oh. hey. i wasn’t expecting you.” you rub one arm against the other, eyes trained on his dusty converse shoes. “um…do you want to come inside?”

“yeah, if that’s ok with you,” fraser asks. “i got you a drink.” he raises the cup, grinning widely.

you step aside to let him in, a smile beaming on your face. “thanks, minty. i have such a bad headache after last night. this should do the trick.”

“great.” fraser follows you to the living room, sinking down beside you on the couch. “listen, i was wondering if you were interested in seeing a movie with me?”

you chuckle, thinking he’s joking with you. but his expression is dead serious, so you sober up. “i, um… i’m busy this week. i can’t.”

“how about next week?” he says.

“fraser, if you’re trying to ask me out on a date, it’s not going to work,” you blurt out. 

he blinks, surprised by your bluntness. “oh.”

“we’re friends. just friends. and yeah, last night, we might’ve kissed!” you admit, “but that was a one-time mistake. i’m not going to get into a relationship with you right as you’re about to leave for the nhl. we – i – can’t do long distance.”

“so you’re not willing to give it a try?”

you shake your head. “no, fraser.”

his willpower instantly shatters. “fuck it. you know what?” he snaps, standing up abruptly. “i have been in love with you since we were six years old. first fucking day of primary school, seeing you standing there with your braided ponytails clutching your peter rabbit book as we went to the playground for recess. i knew that i liked you, that i felt something deeper than just friendship. but i didn’t know what it was. and as i got older, as i learned what it was, i pushed it down and tried to ignore it. because i didn’t want to scare you away. you’re the only person in my life who has seen the worst of me and loved me despite it. you think that we can’t work out, but i know we can. i’m willing to move heaven and fucking earth to spend time by your side, and i’ll prove it time and time again. i’ll mess up my whole life if it means i’ll be with you. i can’t deal with this anymore. i love you, y/n. i always have, i always will.”

by the time he’s finished gushing forth all his pent up, bottled up thoughts, he thinks everything has gone to hell. god, if you don’t stop staring at him with those big eyes of yours, he’s going to lose his mind.

but then you break, and say, “i love you too.”

and fraser takes you in his arms, kissing you like he’ll never get enough of you. like he’s finally stumbled into an oasis in the desert and found his paradise in your embrace.

yourusername can’t tell if leopard print is my pattern or not… more bts coming soon from my recent cover photoshoot for the one and only vogue magazine 🐆

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user1 holy shit 🫣

user2 i am no better than a man.

user3 absolutely devoured, no crumbs left

user4 how is she this beautiful bro, it makes no sense 😳

connorbedard hello there ♥︎ liked by author

user5 not connor lurking in the comments 😭 user6 yo he's not wrong for flirting with y/n she's stunning user7 but will she reply is the question! user8 she liked his comment, come on girllll 😫 user9 omg what if she slid into his dms??

user10 she's so ethereal she's got hockey players hitting her up 🤏🏻✨

user11 you best believe i'm buying copies when the magazine comes out

user12 omgee 😻

sanjosesharks Pop star Y/N L/N had a great time meeting our mascot Sharkie last night! 🦈🩵

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user13 ohhh i just know bedsy is fuming rn 😅

user14 WRONG TEAM GAHHHH

user15 y/n the blackhawks are right there, i'm gonna scream 😓

user16 she must not know anything about hockey, typical puck bunny user17 actually, she's a huge fan of the nhl and has posted about going to games since she was in high school! she's not there only for the guys 🫩

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user18 nonono it's go blackhawks 😖🙂‍↔️ user19 i love how we are all collectively losing our minds right now

ynnews pictures from y/n's most recent concert in boston, massachusetts! in attendance were celebrities like hockey player fraser minten (who was brought on stage for the fan-favorite "it's ok, i'm ok" dance), actress sadie sink, and influencer brooke monk. y/n also played a cover of taylor swift's song "out of the woods" as a surprise song 👏🎉

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user20 there's no FREAKING way, 2 betrayals in 1 night!!!

user21 minty i love you but PLEASE back off, that's bedsy's girl ❌

user22 bro is this how i find out y/n played t swift without me being there...

user23 i heard a clip of it on tiktok and she sounds incredible! so jealous 🥲

user24 she's collecting nhl players like pokemon ♥︎ liked by author

user25 i'm going to her detroit n2 concert and she BETTER do a repeat of this 😒

connorbedard one step at a time 🤘

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user26 bedsy knew what he was doing with slide one... 😘👌

user27 GOD he's so HOTTT

user28 are we actually believing he watches romcoms in his free time?? 😑

user29 yea like this is connor bedard we're talking about, i don't believe this 🫠

user30 this photo dump is too good to be true

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connorbedard a little bird told me it was the best romcom of all time, had to check it out yourusername that bird has amazing taste in movies ♥︎ liked by author connorbedard i have to agree with you on that 👍

user31 GUYS GUYS GUYS SHE'S HERE

user32 i loveee this 💗

ynnews before singing her hit "that way", y/n gave a little speech, with some new information about the creation of the song. it seems like there used to be a special someone when y/n lived in canada. thoughts ⁉️

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user33 hear me out 😏😏

user34 it's NOT bedsy

user35 so who's the brother?

user36 hey twitter detectives, we need your help over here ‼️

user37 wasn't y/n friends with madisen, connor bedard's sister? ♥︎ liked by author

user38 idk, but that's soooo delusional user39 bedsy is beautiful enough to be the hot guy in the story

user40 i want to know who the mystery man is!! 🙄

yourusername did you hear the rumors? had a blast at the united center in chicago, illinois 🔥

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user41 GIRLLL STOP BEING CRYPTIC WHAT DOES THE CAPTION MEAN

user42 you've been amazing this past weekend!!!

connorbedard wish i could see you live ♥︎ liked by author

yourusername should've bought tickets 🫤 connorbedard next time ♥︎ liked by author connorbedard but maybe i could still see you, outside of a concert? ♥︎ liked by author yourusername idk, can you? connorbedard i'm free tomorrow night 🤗 ♥︎ liked by author user43 NO FUCKING WAY HE'S ASKING HER OUT THRU INSTA COMMENTS 🤡💀

user44 how is no one crashing out that she covered "espresso"? that’s insane

user45 best night of my life

user46 YAYYY 🫰

user47 y/n is the best performer, no doubt about it

connorbedard and yourusername cat's out of the bag. happy 3 month anniversary 😘

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user48 the power of manifestation is real

user49 this HAS to be fake 😦

user50 yeah because no way bedsy got a baddie gf by sliding into her insta comments

user51 congratulations to the cutest couple!! ♥︎ liked by author

chicagoblackhawks So that means we'll be seeing a lot more of Y/N at our games! It's a win win situation 🥰

user52 omg yes i didn't even think of this user53 and connor'll be going to y/n's concerts too user54 damn, idk which one is luckier 🫨 connorbedard me, for sure. i love y/n ♥︎ liked by author yourusername shut up connor connorbedard yes ma'am 🫡 ♥︎ liked by author user55 GODDD I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE ♥︎ liked by author

yourusername my favorite season is fast approaching... 🫰

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user1 yes omg, so excited!

user2 award season is almost hereeee 🥹

user3 true that

user4 i cannot wait for you to become an oscar winning actress omg 😁🙂‍↕️

user5 it's happening soon for sure ♥︎ liked by author

user6 will minty be attending with you?!

fraserminten can't wait to add more trophies to our living room shelf 🩷 ♥︎ liked by author

yourusername well you know what they always say, can't ever have too many trophies 😇😉

user7 gorgeous as always!

user8 i bawled my eyes out watching you in your new movie, you haveee to be nominated or the oscars are rigged ♥︎ liked by author

yourbffusername take me with you ♥︎ liked by author

yourusername dw i was planning on it, sisters before misters fraserminten excuse me...? 🤨 yourbffusername sorry minty, she likes me more 😘 ♥︎ liked by author fraserminten you can't ragebait me because i know you're joking yourusername and what if she's not?? fraserminten pick up the call right now y/n ♥︎ liked by author

theacademy Actress Y/N L/N is stunning as she makes her third appearance at the Oscars Red Carpet. Tune in to the live ceremony at 7 pm ET / 4 pm PT ✨

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user9 GODDDAMNNNN 🥵🔥

user10 she's literally goals

user11 how the FUCK did fraser minten bag her

user12 he's a nerd, that's her exact type. also he plays hockey which helps too 🤭

user13 she's serving oscar winning actress

user14 100%!!! hopefully it'll come true tonight 🤞

fraserminten i might've accomplished a lot in my life but nothing can compare to y/n's win last night at the oscars. congratulations to the love of my life. i'm so proud of you 💗

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user15 i legitimately screamed when i heard emma stone announce it 😭

yourusername i love you so much baby, wouldn't ever be able to do this without you by my side ♥︎ liked by author

user16 omg this is adorable

user17 y/n isn't our little aspiring actress anymore

user18 i know, and i'm so so so proud of her ☺️

user19 power couple of the century ♥︎ liked by author

user20 the caption i'm sobbing 😫🥺

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the perfect keepsake for the perfect night 😍

yourusername caught my boyfriend googling "how to be cooler than your sexy girlfriend", i think i've won in life 🥳🎉🙌

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user21 yeah sorry minty that's not possible ♥︎ liked by author

user22 HAHAHA

user23 this is so fucking funny i can't 🙂‍↔️

user24 poor fraser getting called out on the internet

user25 did he figure it out?

user26 definitely not, y/n is far cooler than he ever will be 👎 ♥︎ liked by author

fraserminten she's lying

yourusername i took a screenshot of your search history and sent it to myself. i have proof 🤩 fraserminten you did what now? yourusername sorry! i gotta use this as blackmail for the future, so i can win every argument fraserminten you're so lucky i love you 😅 ♥︎ liked by author yourusername don't worry babe, i'm fully aware fraserminten stop replying to my insta comments and come sit with me on the couch. i'm playing your fave ♥︎ liked by author yourusername on my way, pretty boy 🏃‍♀️

001.

the siren blares, marking the end of a high-energy, raucous third period. you shoot up from your seat, heart pounding in your ears so loudly that it almost drowns out the sound of the yells rising from the crowd. the boston bruins have just eked out a seven to five win against the toronto maple leafs, scraping a two-goal lead in the last ten minutes of the game.

you watch as your best friend, fraser minten, glides across the ice. his teammates all huddle close to him, slapping him on the back in celebration. the young center had gotten his first ever hat trick, against his former team. you couldn’t even begin to imagine how elated fraser must be feeling right now. you were about to float away in pure glee yourself.

as everybody files out of the arena, you enter the corridor by the dressing room, reserved for close friends and family. a few wags are standing together, talking animatedly about the game. rather than conversing with them, you decide to lean against a wall, exhaling a loud breath as you try to come down from the euphoric high. 

years of friendship has made you well aware that fraser usually takes a while after games. he enjoys the camaraderie that follows after big victories like the one he got tonight. how everyone joins together in celebration, to cheer on the hard work they put in. in fact, you can hear some of their festivities from your resting spot, and you stifle a chuckle.

you take out your cell phone, sending your friends a quick text to let them know the game ended and that you’ll be on your way home soon. you’re positive that minty and his teammates are going to go barhopping, and that’s not something you’re up for at nearly midnight. and anyway, you wouldn’t want to tag along even if you were – this is fraser’s thing, reveling with his friends. you don’t want to intrude on it.

but when fraser walks down the hallway towards you, before any of his teammates have left, you’re surprised. “i thought you might want to go out,” you say as you give him a bear hug. he smells like his favorite conditioner, and his hair is slightly wet as it brushes your forehead. “after this sort of win, i kinda expected it.”

“mmm, no. i was thinking about it, but i’d honestly just rather go home and watch a movie.” fraser doesn’t offer any other explanation, even though he’s fully aware that you’re waiting for one. “you ready to go?”

“yeah. yeah, i’m ready.” you flash him a bright smile. “let’s ditch this place.”

002. 

“hey, minty,” you murmur over the phone, throat scratchy from lack of sleep. “i was watching your game. you did good. like, really good. i’m so proud of you.”

fraser laughs softly. “thanks. i appreciate it, but isn’t it late for you?”

“it’s, um, one a.m. here, i think? i might’ve dozed off during intermission but i think – yeah, it’s one thirty.” you rub your forehead, blinking rapidly to stave off sleep. “i just wanted to call, ask you how you’re doing. if you’re gonna go do anything.”

“some of the guys are going to go to the club. can’t decide if i’ll join them.” there’s a pause, and for a second you think he might be coming up with an excuse to hang up the call. instead, though, he says, “everything alright on your end?”

you nod. “yep, i’m good. tired, but it’s hard for me to fall asleep before you call me.”

another beat of silence.

“but no worries. you don’t owe me anything,” you quickly add, guilt worming its way into your chest.

“no, no, it’s ok, i get it,” fraser apologizes. “it’s a bit difficult to sometimes. with like, everything after the game. but i understand. i’ll do better.”

you worry at your lip. “ok. thanks.”

“look, i have to go, y/n, they’re calling me,” fraser suddenly states. “but, i’ll talk to you tomorrow. get some rest.”

“ok, goodnight.”

003. 

you know how lucky you are to be attending one of these types of events. with all the glitz and glamour, toasts to the future and coaxing smiles. fraser’s been diligent all night, standing by your side and introducing you to all the thousand different figureheads in the hockey world. but regardless, it’s too fucking loud. too many bodies pressed up against each other. too much intermingling. and god, what’s that smell? did somebody drop a bottle of cologne on the floor?

you suck in a breath, curling your hands into fists. you refuse to give away any sign of your inner distress, to fuck up fraser’s night. he deserves at least that, after inviting you.

fraser glances over at you, immediately honing in on your uncomfortableness. “you ok?”

“i’m fine,” you respond, even though you’re everything but. your mouth is dry as sandpaper as you wave him off. “don’t worry about me.”

“i’ll always worry about you,” he jokes, but he doesn’t look convinced. with a slight tug of your arm, he pulls you towards the balcony outside. “a breath of fresh air might be nice.”

you grit your teeth, frustrated. “yeah, thanks.”

“here,” fraser shrugs off his jacket, placing it gently over your shoulders. “take a breath. you’re ok. i’m here.”

you inhale from your nose and exhale slowly, but the nausea is still winding itself, excruciating loops in your stomach. you can feel fraser’s panic as you shakily take a seat and carefully sip from your bottle of water.

“hey, y/n, remember that time we went to the beach? during summer break?” he asks sharply. you incline your head to silently tell him to continue – you desperately need a distraction. “god, i can’t believe how stupid i was to forget sunscreen. and afterwards i was as red as a lobster. so embarrassing.” fraser scoffs. “my skin was peeling for weeks afterwards.”

“i remember. that was hilarious.”

“shhh,” he scolds you. “i want you to relax.”

“i am,” you answer back, head cocked to the side.

“did i tell you about the time i played sewer ball with connor and i accidentally kicked the ball into my face?” fraser touches a spot on his cheek gingerly. “it’s a miracle i didn’t break my nose. connor still won’t let me forget about it.”

you chortle. “no, you never told me about this!”

“it happened last year before our game against the blackhawks. that’s why i was with connor,” fraser explains. “you were in uni.”

“oh, makes sense.” 

“you feeling any better? because i have a lot more embarrassing stories to tell about myself. but i’d rather not,” fraser inquires.

you rise from your chair. “yeah, i’m good. thanks, minty.”

“of course. anything for you, y/n.”

001. 

“god, minten, lighten up. you’re so moody today,” connor rolls his eyes as he nudges fraser on the shoulder. “i can’t make a single joke about y/n without you looking at me as though you’re going to kill me. it’s like she’s your weakness or something.”

a vein ticks in fraser’s jaw. “she’s not my weakness.”

“well, it sure seems like it.”

“i just care about her, and i don’t like that you’re making fun of her.” fraser bit out. 

connor raises his hands in mock-surrender. “jeez. ok. i got the message.”

you appear back at the table, returning from your quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up, a smile beaming on your face. “hey, guys. what did i miss?”

“nothing,” fraser says as connor confesses, “fraser here won’t let me crack a single joke about you. i’m being dead serious.”

your head swivels to fraser. “what did he say?”

“i was joking that you probably color-coordinate your outfits with fraser,” connor said. “because you two are constantly matching.”

you look down to see what you’re wearing – a gray square-necked shirt and ripped blue jeans. and then you gaze at fraser, who’s wearing a gray hoodie and… yep, ripped blue jeans. “that’s a coincidence,” you remark. 

“last time you both wore red. and then blue before that. it’s creepy as fuck. like twin telepathy or something,” connor interjects.

“there’s not that many colors in the rainbow,” fraser argued. 

“jeez, ok,” connor says. “i was just pointing it out.”

you shrugged a shoulder. “i don’t care. i don’t know why minty does.”

“he’s a nutcase, that’s why,” connor muttered under his breath.

later, when it’s just the two of you, and you’re sitting on the couch watching la la land for the thousandth time, fraser pulls you closer into an embrace without any warning. “what’s this for?” you grin, tilting your head up to him.

and with a slight rosy blush on his cheeks, he says, “i love you. that’s all.”

connor bedard was a fighter. someone to stay far away from, to never double cross.

he didn’t even need the rumors for people to keep their distance from him – being a direct descendant of the god of war was a reputation nobody could easily shake off.

but the deciding factor was his unmistakable skill in the arena. the fact that his onyx sword was an extension of his body, a precise weapon that could slice his opponent from head to toe in a matter of seconds, was intimidating. after only three months practicing in the arena, he could take down even the most skilled campers in just a handful of moves. and once he’d disarmed them, sending them flying into the clay and scrambling to yield, he wouldn’t even give them another glance. he’d just brush off whatever speck of dirt landed on his armor and walk away, eyes unreadable as ever. 

you could still remember the last time you saw him brawl with someone. some idiotic hermes kid had provoked him, calling connor a sociopath, and claiming that people like him didn’t belong at camp. if you had blinked, you would’ve missed how quickly connor had pounced. it was unnatural: one moment, he was at the other side of the mess hall, and the next, the two were wrestling on the ground, dark crimson blood seeping into the stone tiles. 

needless to say, connor had won the quarrel with barely a scratch on his face. the hermes camper had ended up in the infirmary with a broken wrist and a black eye that hadn’t healed for nearly a fortnight.

which is why you knew he had to be your trainer. 

chiron, the activities director at camp half-blood, had several discussions with you about beginning your training regime. as a demigod, it was “utterly imperative” that you learned how to properly defend yourself, if gods forbid, a monster attacked you. it didn’t matter that you were a daughter of aphrodite, the goddess of love. anyone and everyone had to spend hours in the arena, regardless of whose godly blood they claimed.

you hated the idea of it, having to sweat and pant as your weapon of choice clanked against your opponent, who would be dodging your every move. what was the point? you could charmspeak your way out of anything, without needing to use force. but chiron insisted, so you found yourself standing outside the ring, watching connor bedard complete his daily practice, his movements as fluid as the water glistening in the nearby lake.

that bastard didn’t even have a drop of sweat on his face as he ducked and lunged forward. you cursed internally, your palms suddenly clamming up at the thought of introducing yourself to him. your siblings were right; maybe this was a stupid idea. maybe you should heed the advice of more knowledgeable campers. but your pride echoed, a second heartbeat urging you to move forward with your foolhardy plan.

“good morning,” you managed to choke out, words scraping at the back of your throat. connor’s motions did not slow a fraction, and for a moment, you thought he hadn’t heard you – or worse, he was ignoring you. which seemed likely, given who he was. “i need a trainer.”

“and what does that have to do with me?”

you startled slightly. his voice was calm and resounding, with a hint of a jagged bite to it. the sound of indisputable power. “they say that you’re the best swordsman at camp, and i need to learn how to fight. chiron says so.”

that brought connor to a standstill. he lowered his sword, shifting his position to face you. “i’m not open to teaching pretty daughters of aphrodite. princesses like you can’t fight.”

you swallowed, but a spark bloomed in your chest at his words. “you think i’m pretty?” you couldn’t help but jest.

he scowled. “that’s not the point.”

“look, how about we make a deal,” you beseeched him. “one month, you teach me the basic skills, and once we’re done you never have to talk to me again. sound like a plan?” you outstretched your arm to give him a handshake, a coy smile dancing on your lips.

“if you’re trying to bribe me, you’re doing a terrible job of it.” he remarked with a deadpan expression, hands remaining by his sides. you dropped your own with undisguised annoyance.

“do you think i want to do this, bedard? because, believe it or not, i don’t. but i’m being forced to, so i might as well be educated by someone who excels at this crap.” you waved your hand in the general direction of the arena.

“fine,” connor conceded. “i’ll give you one month. and if you’re terrible – which, chances are you will be – i have the right to end this stupid deal.” he clenched his jaw as though he was already imagining the disaster that your lessons would be. you couldn’t bear to think of the humiliation. “if you’re so eager, we’ll start tomorrow. be here by nine in the morning, or our deal’s over.”

“that’s not fair,” you shot back. “what if i’m a minute late?”

“then you should learn how to reevaluate what’s important to you, and learn how to be on time.” connor turned his back on you, and he reentered the ring, fingers flexing their grip on the hilt. he gave you one last look over his shoulder, lips pursed in indifference. “good luck, princess.”