Fraser x Bedard's gf reader
Connor used to be a nice boy. Since highschool, you two had been inseparable. Once College hit you both chose the same school, vowing that the two of you would stay together forever. Eventually, Fraser joined your group to make a trio. He was shy, smart and insanely cute. Him and Connor were complete opposites of each other - which only made the pair even funnier to watch.
At every party the two were yin and yang. Fraser sat with you on a couch in the corner, keeping you company while your boyfriend busied himself with drinking as much as his body would hold and talking to anyone who would listen. Fraser was always the one who agreed to study with you while Connor tried to pull your attention away to get a quick makeout.
The way your boyfriend changed was definitely off putting, but who would you be to tell him he wasn't allowed to grow?
When he entered the NHL it got worse but despite it all your friendship with Fraser grew more. Connor convinced you both that an apartment together would be best, and you agreed. Packing all your life up for a man who could only show half interest in you was probably not the best choice.
You realized that as every night Connor got home later and later. It lead to more and more nights with Fraser. He always knew exactly what to say, how to distract you from the inevitable doom you could feel when your texts went unanswered.
It killed him. Since the first day he saw you, sitting in one of your shared classes, he was in love. When he found out during his first hockey practices that you belonged to the boy he was starting to befriend. Now he had to watch as you held back tears once a week when Connor would pull his newest scheme.
He never cheated, Fraser knew that at the very least. But having to watch the girl he felt so strongly for be so distraught -- when he knew he could treat her better. Just for Connor to find a way to earn your forgiveness the next day.
Tonight he let you show him some old cartoon movie you liked. Frasers fingers slid through your hair as you fidgeted with your phone, waiting for a text back from Connor. When your screen once came back blank, Fraser could feel the air leave your body in a sigh.
Out of nowhere you sat up, leaving only a small space between you both.
"Is it even worth it even more?" Your voice was soft, the sadness of the evening breaking through. Fraser didn't know what to say. If he told the truth he would betray his best friend, but if he lied he lost any chance to have you.
"Maybe -- or not. I don't know y/n"
That wasn't the answer either of you wanted. It was evident by the way silence dragged on between you.
After a moment you nodded your head and laid your head back into his lap. His heart clenched when he heard your quiet sniffling.
Soon your movie wrapped up and you excused yourself to bed. Fraser stayed, thinking and regretting his past choices. After awhile his thoughts were interrupted by keys outside the door.
Connor stumbled in, muttering something under his breathe. In his hands he held a bouquet of flowers that were already starting to welt. When Fraser questioned him he scoffed.
"For y/n, just trying to get ahead of her complaints tomorrow"
Fraser could feel something bubble in his chest, something gross and bad. Instead of arguing he pushed himself off the couch and went to his room without another word. Connor didn't care, just making his way to your shared room.
The next morning you and Connor were wrapped in another argument. Fraser cringed, listening to his friend try to brush your worries away.
This routine continued for a few more weeks before it reached its breaking point. You and Fraser hadn't gotten to your movie that night, instead opting to talk about whatever you two could come up with. The space between continued to shorten with every new topic you got excited about. By now, you were mere inches from each other.
To this day Fraser had no idea what came over him, but in the middle of you talking about your latest friend drama he slid his hand to the back of your head and pulled you so you were kissing him. Neither of you could stop, soon he was pulling you into his lap. With his hands now on your hips he used it to his advantage, rocking you against him.
The moment was only interrupted by shuffling outside of the door. In only a few seconds you had moved out of his lap and down the hall. Your door slammed behind you as Connor opened the front.
"Jesus, what's her problem now?"
Fraser shrugged, not trusting himself to open his mouth. Despite it all, he couldn't find it in himself to feel all that guilty. Not when his head was still spinning with excitement.
You felt the same, which in itself caused its own form of guilt to run through you. Connor had been delighted at your lack of argument the next morning, going so far as to brag about the peace and quiet he got that morning. Fraser only nodded, knowing exactly what was going on.
A new routine was made.
Every moment that Connor was gone two found yourself wrapped around each other. Sometimes you were making out, other times just laying together and talking. There were many hours spent between you both expressing your love for each other. Neither of you knew what to do about Connor, but neither of you could care.
But he started suspecting something. Weeks of no argument, no complaints, you barely even spoke to him all together. You completely withdrew from your relationship without realizing. Finally, he realized he had messed things up between you both -- let himself have too much fun.
When he tried to take you to dinner, you rejected him, claiming you had plans with friends. When he tried to seek comfort in his friend that night he was shocked to also find him gone.
Much too both of your dismays, Connor hung around more, opting out of parties and nights out with his friends. It's how he started suspecting something was happening you two. The awkward glances, the times he caught you standing on top of each other. It only made him come around more.
When the night Fraser got traded came around you had to hide your dismay. You could pass it off as being sad too lose your friend to distance, but it reached a point where the truth was undeniable.
At the airport your hug lasted a minute too long. Connor pulled you back by your shoulder, voice stern and low.
In the following weeks you were indulged in your phone, leaving the room to take calls constantly. The night Connor finally confronted you, you just shrugged. He left the apartment that night in a fit, yelling all sorts of names at you.
By the time he got back you were gone, already on a plane to Fraser. As soon as he heard the news he booked it for you, staying on the phone while you packed. Connor sent you both paragraphs of insults, but it was hard to care.
