#bruins

You see him as you walk through the door, dark blue jeans and a black jumper, hair styled so you know he used his favorite cream, and already holding some alcoholic beverage in his hand. He’s in a conversation with a couple of other people, but as soon as he notices a figure-shaped-you in his peripheral vision, his eyes shift, and he starts smiling. All your friends start gushing over your entrance.

You walk up to them and his hand flies up to immediately place it on your head, pads of his fingers gently digging into your scalp so he can sway your head slightly, reminding you that you’re shorter than him in the most aggravating way possible. You glare up at him as you say hi to everyone.

The night continues. You don’t talk to him much. There are people there you haven’t talked to in a long time, so Fraser’s put on the back burner. You notice him, though, throughout the night. He flicked the back of your head as he walked by once. You saw him looking from across the room as you talked to someone on his couch. He had this distant look on his face. What was weirder was that he didn’t look away. You were forced to tear your eyes away first when it got too intense. 

He follows you into the kitchen. You know it’s him because you know the sound of his footsteps. 

“Why are you looking at me weird?” You ask, opening his fridge to pull out a water bottle. You were starting to feel a little drowsy, and you really didn’t want to sleep over at his place if you didn’t have to. One time, you did because you were too drunk after some party, and he brought you back because his place was closer. The next morning, you walked out into the kitchen and he was shirtless with sweatpants hung so low you could see the waistband of his boxers. It was the most mortifying experience — not because you were a prude — but because if you didn’t have time to mentally prepare yourself, your brain would go haywire and your cheeks would reveal how you actually felt about him. It was fine seeing him like that in controlled spaces, like with your friends, just not alone in his apartment. You made some excuse while he tried to coax you to eat breakfast, and bolted out the front door. 

“What do you mean?” He asks, leaning one elbow on the counter, his body relaxed, staring straight at you.

“You’ve been looking at me funny this whole night.”

“You’re imagining it.”

“No, I am not.”

You come up next to him, placing your water down on the counter by his closed fist. 

“I’m going to miss your annoying texts in the group chat,” he says.

“Don’t worry, they’ll start again in October.”

He’s talking about your insistence on sending massive strings of texts in the friend group chat whenever he does something during a game. You would write things like: 

are you guys watching this wth 

FRASER SHOOTOUT GOAL WHATTT

he’s so goated 

oh my god minty first line can you bums wake up this isn’t a drill

And he would stupidly look forward to reading them when he got back to the locker room after a game. He would reach for his phone before the coach started debriefing or before he went to the showers. Sometimes he would smile so hard at it his teammates would punch him in the arm and ask who the lucky lady was. He just took the hits. He wished you were his.

And he would always type something back along the lines of you know I can see all this right? 

And you would say, ofc dummy that’s the point we’re supposed to glaze you, as everyone else in the chat chimed in with similar sentiments. He loved having this support network that cheered him on, but he loved even more the fact that you kept this charade going. You told him once that when you started live-texting one game, he scored in the third period, so you kept doing it as a good-luck charm, even when that charm eventually wore off. 

It was something so silly, maybe so inconsequential to you, but his heart bloomed that this girl in his life loved watching him play so much.

He groans. “Can’t wait.”

“I know I’m annoying, but you love me.”

He rolls his eyes, a deep blush forming on the apples of his cheeks. 

“See — you can’t deny it!”

It’s all one big joke. You should have said “it” instead of “me”. You want to smack your forehead. Your stomach turns watching him in your feeble attempt to turn your massive crush on its head — to project your own feelings onto this poor boy who probably just puts up with your odd shenanigans because he’s known you so long. 

“No, I can’t,” your breath hitches at the way he agrees. Maybe he’s trying to be in on the “joke” too. Maybe you’re making him uncomfortable. Maybe you should shut up and never talk to him again. You still can’t help but notice his voice is softer. It doesn’t have that teasing tilt to it. His eyes shift over your shoulder, then back onto yours. 

He licks his lips nervously, hand clutching his glass, white-knuckled. He blames the way the alcohol courses through him on his boldness. “Just kinda wish the feeling was mutual.”

“What?” You blurt out, a little too loud, extremely confused. 

“Iwishyoulovedmeback.”

At first, you don’t register what he says at all. It just sounds like one long word, but then you repeat it back in your head; that one word splits, and your brain fills in the spaces that should have been there when he said it. 

“But I do, Fras. Of course I do. Thought you knew.”

“As more than friends?”

“Well— that—yes, but it doesn’t matter—“ 

His lips are on yours anyway, soft and warm. Shots of electricity cascade down your spine, pricking the surface of your skin. One hand cups your cheek. He tries to pull away when he realizes you’re frozen, but you’ve been waiting too long to let this moment slip away, so you lean forward, rolling up on your tippytoes, hands splaying on the back of his neck, to reach his lips again. He makes this little surprised noise in your mouth that is so endearing you grip him harder. He tastes like liquor, but you don’t mind. 

When you break apart his lips are a darker shade of pink than before. A loose curl falls down the middle of his forehead. His hand is still holding your cheek. There’s a beat where you don’t say anything, just stare at each other.

One of your friends suddenly appears and says, “finally!” 

You both jump apart. His hand is scratching the back of his head, your cheeks are flaming. 

“Uhm no—“

“What did you—“

“Took you long enough,” she says, pushing between you two to grab a bowl of snacks, then leaves, as if what happened was so predictable it didn’t merit further questioning. 

You turn back to him, mind all buzzing, mouth slightly agape. “You love me?” Your pointer finger weakly comes up to your chest in disbelief. 

“I mean—“ he looks behind his shoulder at your friend who’s leaving, “—seems like everyone else knew.”

You take a couple more hesitant steps back toward him, your forehead hitting his chest. “think we have to be better at this communicating thing.”

“yeah, maybe you do.”

“you too, fraser pierre minten!” You look up at him through your lashes, annoyed again.

‘Hidden In Plain Sight’ | @mary-f1op81

Fraser hard launches your relationship after being asked about you in an interview. fans finding old posts of your previously private instagram account and taking a trip down memory lane of your relationship.

You Still Came | @abbydianereads

Always | @/abbydianereads

after a tough loss, Fraser comes home upset, taking his anger out on you.

true blue | @remytherat1

in which you wake fraser up at 2 a.m. because you’re sick to your stomach, expecting him to be annoyed, and instead he becomes the gentlest, most protective comforting boyfriend on earth.

AND IM NOT THE KIND THAT LIKES TO TELL YOU | @abilouwrites

behind the b | @rinkmuse

being around for a behind the b episode

curls gets the girl | @/rinkmuse

how his hair looks good every time

warmth on the ice | @/rinkmuse

his daughter grows a love for hockey just like him

Fraser Minten Boyfriend Headcanons | @habsbabe

soft curls | @littlesecrets712

clear sight | @deepvend

as your relationship with fraser blooms, the realization of how good-looking he is in his glasses hits you stronger and stronger each time

Stick Season, Part 2 | @pretty-g1rl-avenue

You meet a cute, soft-spoken guy in a record store, and a shared love for music turns into an easy, unexpected connection…and the start of something more.

Drunk in Boston, Part 2 | @/pretty-g1rl-avenue

You go out with your friends to a bar in Boston, where your drunk confidence leads you to flirt with a cute, soft-spoken hockey player, something sober you would never do.

crossovers between schedules | @/rinkmuse

when fraser starts talking to and gets to meet up with his favourite driver fraser minten x f1 driver!reader

Puppy Love | @/pretty-g1rl-avenue

Fraser brings home a surprise after a game

Fraser Minten x Pregnant!reader | @fangirlmermaid

You’ve passed 40 weeks and are tired of being pregnant

Shirt Off His Back | @/pretty-g1rl-avenue

On Fan Appreciation night, a puck toss turns into something neither of you expected.

Quiet | @/pretty-g1rl-avenue

After a tough game, the only person Fraser wants to be around is you.

foggy makeout sesh | @babypuck

dad fraser | @/abilouwrites

Favorite Fan | @monchouchouu

reminiscing on the hours before fraser left for the week, you decide to send some impromptu pictures to the hockey player

Confession | @/monchouchouu

Boy Next Door | @belli5

Fraser taking care of drunk reader, promising tomorrow might change everything.

In Plain Sight | @/belli5

You’ve been best friends with Fraser forever, thanks to Connor. Everyone saw the sparks flying between you two, except you. One day Connor meddles and forces the truth out, and you both finally admit your feelings.

Boyfriend headcanons | @habsbabe

Boyfriend headcanons | @babyleostuff2

Sfw alphabet | @green-sunshine

Neighbor, Neighbor | @cosmihoe

moving to boston means figuring out the t system, over crowded bars, and moving furniture. you soon realize it also means midnight elevator rides with your cute mysterious neighbor.

THE GIRL FROM THE BOOKSHOP | @maudestyy

fraser goes to buy a book for his grandpa, a regular at your aunts bookshop, and meets you.

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | @junovee

fraser minten has always known he loves you. but watching you carry his cousin’s four month old baby across the backyard in your yellow sundress, cooing at her like she’s the whole world — that’s the afternoon he knows he’s never going to stop.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

My Baby Loves Me, Yeah! | wcters

green flag things/habits they do in your relationship

packing it up | @pearlandemerald

Home for the Summer | @/pretty-g1rl-avenue

When Fraser comes home to Vancouver after the season ends, you don’t expect to see him, especially after everything that’s happened.

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 | @/babyleostuff2

playoffs were supposed to end with celebration, not heartbreak. but after the worst loss of fraser’s career, the silence between you hurts almost as much as the game itself. emotions boil over, harsh words are said, and for the first time, loving him doesn’t feel easy – until fraser realizes that even at his lowest, you’re still the person he wants beside him.

OUT IN BOSTON | @prttyboyave

being a famous youtube vlogger, you recently moved to boston, and your fans figure out why.

PROUD GIRLFRIEND | @ilyasorokinn

Imagine | @lhughsey43-girly

Fraser leaves for practice after a sweet morning with you, gets teased by Swayman and the Bruins for being obviously in love. After practice he drops you at your hair appointment, and goes grocery shopping. While out, he remembers you mentioning the LEGO Succulents set, buys it, and spends the afternoon building it for you.

LINGER | @bambilenny

crosby!reader x fraser minten

switzerland’s sweetheart | @/babyleostuff2

fraser minten x bedard!reader

connected calls | @/rinkmuse

exhaustion takes over during a call