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.
request: hi ☺️ I loved the summer Connor post ❤️ could you do a summer one with Minty? maybe you fall asleep on a boat after a long day on the lake and he carries you up to the house but you want to shower so he’s superrrr sweet and helps you shower because you’re tired and then tucks you in and stays in bed with you? sorry if that’s long thank you ❤️
pairing: fraser minten x girlfriend reader
content: super soft Fraser omg, pure fluff, summerrrrr
wc: 1.2k
a/n: hi!!!! thank you so much for this request, sorry it took mer so long to get to it! I hope you love it.
Summer had to have been your favorite season. Something about the heat of the sun, the grilling out, sand, lake water, ice cream melting down the sides of the cone. You loved it all. Maybe you even loved it a little bit more because Fraser had more free time due to the off season.
It was the perfect July day. You were curled up on a padded bench on the Minten’s boat, your towel hanging loose around your shoulders. The skin on your cheeks, nose, and forehead was pink with the beginnings of a sunburn. Your hair was tucked into a messy ponytail, though damp strands still stuck to your face.
Your eyes were closed, letting the hum of the engine lull you into a sort of calm that only came with being tired and content.
The cushion dipped next to you as someone sat down, and then warm skin brushed against your shoulders. You opened one eye, squinting in the sunlight to see Fraser beside you, a soft grin gracing his features.
“You tired?” He asked, brown hair falling into his eyes.
All you could do was smile and nod, leaning into him. Your eyelids felt so heavy, and you figured if you just closed your eyes long enough, you’d fall asleep.
“We’re about to dock the boat,” Fraser continued, brushing a strand of hair off your forehead.
You hummed sleepily, feeling the warmth from his tanned skin seep into your body.
“Hey…” Fraser shook you gently, but you were out, slumping further into him. He sighed, looking down at you with a fond expression on his face.
He wanted to wrap his arms around you and never let go, wanted to shelter you from the world and anything that could hurt you. He loved watching you sleep, just because it was when you looked the most at peace. He felt overwhelmed with how much love he had for you. It was times like these, when you were sleeping and he was awake with his thoughts that he knew he would do anything for you.
“Is she asleep?” Fraser’s dad asked, turning the boat off after docking it. He was grinning while watching his oldest son with his girlfriend, a girl he had begun to view as a daughter.
“Yeah,” Fraser grinned, still not having moved from your side, letting you sleep on him. “I don’t want to wake her.”
“You gonna carry her up?” His dad asked, brow quirked, though amusement danced on his features.
Fraser looked down at you once more, smiling softly. “Yeah, I guess so.”
The hockey player gathered you into his arms, situating you against his chest, his arm beneath your back, the other beneath your knees, and stood from the bench.
“Gotta put my muscles to use somehow,” Fraser joked, stepping off the boat and beginning to make the trek up the hill to the lake house.
Each step jostled you slightly, and you burrowed further into him, relishing in his warmth.
Once Fraser had gotten you both into your shared bedroom, he set you gently on the bed, smoothing the hair off your forehead.
It was that movement that finally woke you, and you swallowed sleepily before peeling your eyes open to see him standing above you.
“Oh,” Fraser grinned with mock annoyance. “So now you wake up, after I’ve done all the hard work.”
You looked around, grinning sheepishly upon realizing that he had carried you up from the boat.
“I won’t apologize,” you mumbled, sighing contentedly.
“Wasn’t asking you to.” Fraser climbed onto the mattress next to you, pulling you into his chest and pressing a kiss into your hair.
You groaned at the feeling of your slightly damp hair pressing into your skin.
“I’m gross, I need to shower.”
You were sure there were leaves and lake sand in the crevices of your swimsuit, clinging to your skin. All you wanted was to rinse off, throw on one of Fraser’s hoodies, and relax for the night.
“You’re not gross,” Fraser mumbled into you, pressing another kiss to your jawline, and then your collarbone.
Your body melted into him, feeling the exhaustion of the day weighing heavily.
“We should just stay here forever,” Fraser continued, squeezing you tighter.
“I need to get up,” you responded, though making no move to leave his arms.
“No,” Fraser groaned. “Don’t leave me here.”
You laughed softly, bringing a hand up to rub your thumb over his cheekbone. You pressed your forehead to his, watching the way his eyes honed in on yours.
“You can come too, goof.”
A small smile split his face, and your chest warmed at the sight.
“I can?”
You nodded, and then Fraser was leaping up, letting out a whoop. He picked you up again, and laughter burst from you as he carried you into the ensuite bathroom.
He set you on the counter, dancing around happily as he went to turn the shower on and grab some towels from the closet.
“Don’t move,” he addressed as you went to untie the strings of your bikini. You paused, sending him a look. “I’ll help,” he added. Upon another look from you, he opened his mouth again. “Let me take care of you, baby, I know you’re tired.”
Your gaze softened, your cheeks pinking at the softness of his tone.
“Okay,” you agreed.
He helped you slip the swimsuit over your head, and then stepped into the shower with you, leading you to stand under the spray. You watched as he squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his hands, lathering it between his palms before reaching up and scrubbing it into your scalp. You hummed at the feeling, leaning into him.
“This okay?” He asked, searching your face.
You nodded, the pads of his fingers in your hair lulling you into a sort of trance. “Yes, very okay.”
He smiled and then lead you under the water again to wash the suds from your hair.
The rest of the shower passed the same way, with him working conditioner into your ends, helping you wash the lakewater, sand, and stray leaves from your body. He was careful and soft, gentle.
You looked at him, watched him move around the shower as he helped you, and you felt your heart swell in your chest.
“I love you,” you said softly, the words almost drowned out by the sounds of the rushing water. But Fraser heard, and his entire face softened, his smile slow and warm, like the words had settled somewhere deep inside him.
“I love you too,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “More than anything.”
Once the shower was done, he wrapped you both in fluffy towels. He gave you his hoodie, like he had read your mind, and then the two of you fell into bed once more, laying on top of the covers. The soft quiet of the room, and the sounds of his breathing, caused your eyes to drift closed once more.
You blindly reached for him, curling into his side to rest your head on his chest. Because even half-asleep, you always knew where home was.
“Today has been perfect,” you mumbled, wrapping one leg around his.
“Yeah,” he agreed, his voice vibrating in his chest. “Yeah.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and held you a little tighter.
if possible could we get some more fraser plinks? specifically sub fraser who begs for permission to cum and cries when you peg him 🙏🙏 he’s so cutie i love him 😭
Of course love!
Fraser Minten - NHL P!links pt 10?
Needy Minty
2 person chain
The shit he sends you as soon as he gets to the hotel
S.JY - A Lesson In Skating (a series w/ @jaeyundazed & @mcwilla)
S1E1 | 2.9k | EPISODE GUIDE
Jake Sim is determined, that's what every announcer and critic will say. And yeah, they're right, Jake is determined. He's determined to support his team, determined to correct his mistakes, and determined to teach you how to skate. The only problem – you keep declining. But, when you do accept, Jake is determined to turn the lesson into an unforgettable date.
PLAYER PROFILE:
bruins!jake who has had the november spot in the “pucks and pups” calendar with layla every year since his nhl debut
bruins!jake who fights the urge to touch female fans’ long, painted fingernails at merch signings because they’re so mesmerizing, until he meets you and gets free access to when he so pleases (side tab: this is a reference to the fan signs. and no, he cannot touch fans in this profession.)
bruins!jake who uses his size to his advantage and learned from the great brad marchand (but thankfully didn’t adapt his…unique playing style)
bruins!jake who also comes with the disadvantage. he’s constantly taking stupid penalties because he tries to use his stick, but then it backfires and results in a hooking call. seriously, the sheer number is astonishing
bruins!jake who has the entire roster obsessed with his accent, and he doesn’t even know why
bruins!jake who spent months begging you, his hometown sweetheart, to move across the world with him because he didn’t think he’d be able to do it without you (and of course, you finally accepted)
bruins!jake who loves to skate to the family corner during warmups and wave at his teammates’ children, most particularly morgan geekie’s daughter, who he just adores
bruins!jake who, like, can’t stay upright to save his life, to the point where coach sturm is eighty percent sure that he tries to fall
bruins!jake whose nickname, simmer, was coined once on the bruins’ twitter, and everyone took to it so quickly that no one ever called him just sim again
bruins!jake who was taken under brandon carlo’s wing initially and further helped with his offense by charlie mcavoy, but is hampus lindholm’s child
bruins!jake who bleached his hair on a whim, and during his first pre-game interview with it, hampus skated up behind him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, “looks like me, he’s got the swede hair now,” which earned a chuckle from reporter andrew raycroft
bruins!jake whose first NHL goal was called by none other than icon jack edwards. “AND JAKE SIM, THE AUSTRALIAN SHEPHERD, SCORES HIS FIRST NHL GOAL TO SEAL THIS 4-2 WIN AGAINST JOSEPH WOLL AND THE TORONTO MAPLE LEAFS!”
bruins!jake who doesn’t really get involved in scrums; he’s usually the guy standing off to the side with his stick across his lower stomach
bruins!jake who tries to do the helmet shuffle during tv timeouts, and nobody will participate with him until fraser minten comes along, and he finally finds a buddy
bruins!jake who will be casually walking through a marshalls with you and spot a baby-sized bruins onesie, pick it up, hold it in front of you, and proceed to tell you that he will have one eventually, and it will say “daddy” on the back like the other guys’ kids
bruins!jake who ecstatically recreates the iconic “LETS GO BREWINS!” video with mason lohrei, slamming their three-hundred-dollar sticks onto the pavement until jake inadvertently breaks his and frowns
bruins!jake who gets his first behind the b segment in the first episode of the 2025-26 season, where he travels back to australia for the summer and shows off his hometown
bruins!jake who is blades’s best friend.
Jake always liked New Hampshire. At least, when he could get up there. It’s quaint, filled with small towns and villages with long stretches of highway in between. But most of all, it’s peaceful, and Jake gravitated immediately towards it when he was drafted, despite many of his former and current teammates being all for the city.
Hockey players don’t have much free time. Every day is work, and it can be an endless cycle. Morning skate, game, practice, morning skate, game—you get the idea. Time off can often be a foreign concept, but when the peak of winter arrives, they finally get some time to rest, even if only for a few sporadic days. And, of course, Jake gets to spend time with his favorite person in the world.
“Come on, baby, you got it,” Jake encourages as you finally step onto the ice and nearly faceplant as his hands grip your waist, steadying your frame. He’d finally managed to drag you out to a family skate with the team after years of refusing because you ‘don’t like it’, and you ‘can’t be bothered’. But now, he understands why—it’s because you just can’t skate. “Whoa,” he huffs, “careful now.”
“I told you I’m no good for this…” you mumble, watching the other WAGs skate around, and even their fucking kids managing not to flop onto the ice. Meanwhile, you’ve got a death grip on the boards, and you’re fighting for your life in the corner by the Zamboni doors, watching like a bitter old man.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he coos. “Not everyone gets it at first. You know how many times I’ve seen the other girls almost break their faces? Way too many to count.” He takes one of your hands and rubs his thumb along the back of it, covered by a thin glove that barely shields your skin from the cold. He probably should’ve warned you, but he’s so accustomed to the temperature that he didn’t think of it. “You just need to learn, and luckily, you’ve got a big, strong defenseman to help you.”
“Jake, you fall, like, twenty times a game.”
“Hey,” he furrows a brow, “I’m playing a sport.”
“You trip over the blue line.”
Jake pauses; he doesn’t really have a rebuttal for that.
“And big and strong? You may be strong, but you’re literally the same height as Marat.” And, as if on cue, Khusnutdinov skates by and offers you a wave and a smile, his hair blowing in the wind as if he’s in some sort of commercial. “Guys literally target you because of your size,” you add, giggling softly, but Jake doesn’t seem particularly amused.
“You are so lucky that I love you, because I would’ve laid you out so fast, if I didn’t.”
You stick your tongue out.
“Okay, fine—I’ll make you a proposition. We can get off the ice and leave, but,” he lifts a finger and presses the tip of it into your shoulder, “you have to let me take you somewhere and properly teach you how to skate.” He notices the way your hand braces itself on the boards behind you, and he flattens his palm over your shoulder to keep you upright. “Deal?”
You purse your lips, eyes shifting up to the Jumbotron above you with the high-above-the-ice angle showing everyone’s families on the ice, including yourself and Jake. And, well…you would be lying if you said you wouldn’t like to be as good as the other girls. “Ugh,” you sigh, “alright, yeah, okay. Deal.”
So Jake removes you from the ice, earning a delightful quip from fellow defenseman Nikita Zadorov, who asks, “Off so soon?”
At which, you promptly try to skate to him and wipe the smile off of his stupid, expensive sweater-wearing face, but instead end up flat on your ass; one of his daughters laughs. Five years old, mind you. Jake shakes his head. “Come on, let’s get you some hot chocolate,” and you embarrassedly hop off with a heap of shaved ice patched onto your tailbone.
And then, about one week later, he plops you into the passenger seat of his car, and you oblige—albeit rather forcefully—as he drives to his favorite small outdoor skating pond. You think you ask him about ten times where you’re going, and his only answer is “New Hampshire.”
“Dude, it’s a behemoth of a fucking state,” you protest. “Literally, like, you could take me to Canada, right now.”
“I love you, sweetheart. Really, I do. But I promise you that I am not taking you to Canada on a what’s basically a three-quarter tank from the Seaport in Boston.”
You laugh, looking outside the window, noticing how snow slowly appears on the edges of the highways as you draw further North. “Well, aren’t we almost halfway up?”
“Indeed, we are,” he beams, “and we are just about there.”
Jake pulls into a small lot with snow-covered trees lining the perimeter, along with a few small shacks: food, general information, tickets, and a gift shop. One of the signs perched in the snow reads “Nestlenook Farm.” You notice a gazebo in the distance, lit up by a long string of white lights along its thin pillars. Then, the ice behind it. It isn’t too large—really, not much bigger than a hockey rink—and a sheer coat of snow covers the frozen water. A small bridge passes over the body of water, and it’s decorated with a large wreath and another set of matching white lights.
It’s quaint; exactly something you’d expect from your boyfriend. And though you wonder how he even found this place, you don’t dwell on it, for you actually think you’re a little excited to skate with him. Leave behind his persona and enjoy each other for the first time since you lived back in Australia.
Jake pulls the car into a spot and takes the two pairs of skates out from the backseat—one decorated with floral blade covers, since he bought you the skates and you complained about them being “ugly,” at which he retorted that “hockey skates are easier to learn in.” He takes your free hand and leads you inside, where he pays quickly, then moves on to the path towards the ice. A large structure sits just in front, made entirely of floor-to-ceiling windows and built around a large fireplace in its center. Together, you step inside, the warmth welcoming your already-cold faces as he picks an empty seat to put the skates on.
Of course, he ties yours, because a) you’ll take forever if he doesn’t, and b) you’re really not all that good at it, and improperly tightened laces result in broken ankles, which is the last thing you need. As he’s knelt in front of you, Jake reaches up to adjust your winter hat—adorned with a tiny, black Bruins logo, of course—and slides his palms down to your cheeks, which still feel cold against his hand. He smiles, thumb grazing the rosy skin.
“You ready?”
“Mhm.”
He takes your hands and stands first, then carefully lifts you from your spot. You find your balance, adjusting to the sharp blades beneath your feet, and release a breath. “Not so bad.”
“Baby steps.”
Once your feet meet the ice, you physically feel your center of balance skew. But Jake is there to stabilize you, and you swallow, gripping his hand so tightly that he doesn’t even need a glove to keep it warm. There aren’t too many people on the ice, giving you ample space to move around, but there are also no boards. And to a new skater, the boards are your best friend. But in actuality, they only slow you down.
“I’ll go backwards, just match my feet, okay?” he whispers, pivoting to face you as he looks carefully over his shoulder to track those behind him. “One foot in front of the other. Just push, not too hard, and you’ll feel your feet move for you,” he instructs you calmly with the honey voice everyone seems to love now, though it used to be reserved for you all those years ago. Yet, the way he speaks to you is nothing like anyone else.
Jake is sure he’ll marry you one day.
“There you go,” he smiles proudly, eyes shifting between your gliding feet and the people surrounding you. “See? It’s not so hard. And look, this ice is much tougher to learn on than a professional rink.” He releases one hand and finds his place beside you again, moving side-by-side with you as you finally gain your footing. “Pay attention to the blades when you push. You can feel them catch, and you’ll know when to lift.”
You nod, focusing carefully, but maintaining the vice grip on his hand to lessen your chances of catapulting forward or backward in front of more children. Thankfully, as the night progresses, the volume of surrounding people dies down, as most of them are families, whose children are far too young to be out of the house at such a late hour. That being said…
“Sim!”
Jake’s head pops toward the noise, and your head follows the motion until you notice a small boy—no older than six—whipping across the ice in your boyfriend’s direction. “Hey, buddy.”
“I knew it was you!” He spins on his tiny blades to a man you assume to be his father, who approaches with an embarrassed half-smile on his face. “See, Dad? I told you it was him!” He turns back to Jake, “I have your jersey at home!”
“You do? That’s awesome, little guy.”
Jake laughs, and you grin beside him, slipping your hand out of his and motioning with your head for him to go over.
“Sorry about him,” the father chuckles. “I told him not to bother you, but he has a mind of his own.”
“Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind,” Jake smiles back, then returns his attention to the little boy, who is still very clearly starstruck beside him. “What’s your name, buddy?”
“Johnny!”
“You know, I used to play with a guy named Johnny,” Jake tells him sweetly, and the boy gasps.
“Beecher! Yeah, I remember him!”
His father looks at you, who is admiring the interaction from the side with a perpetual beam on your face. “He’s so cute,” you point out gently.
“Thanks,” the man laughs awkwardly as Jake kneels beside the little boy.
“You wanna take a picture?” he asks, which earns an enthusiastic nod, and his arm snakes around the tiny body until his hand lands on the boy’s opposite shoulder. “Smile.”
A pang of something you can’t place hits your chest; you swallow it down, crossing your arms as you try to keep yourself standing. The father’s camera clicks a few times, and Jake gives the boy a pat on the back before sending him off. He waves, shouting “Go Bruins!” as he skates away, and Jake returns it until they’re off the ice and inside the glass structure. Their departure leaves you and Jake alone on the ice, and you glance around, admiring the rink’s vast emptiness.
“Do you think you can try on your own?” as he skates up to you, stopping in front and spraying the bottom of your jeans with snow.
You bite the inside of your cheek. “Mm…Maybe, yeah. I can try.” You take a deep breath as your arms extend to catch your balance. Swallowing, your eyes search for his, relaxing gently when you notice that he hasn’t strayed far. “Can you stay close?”
“Of course.”
As you work your way across the ice, a proud smile stretches across your boyfriend’s lips. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just go slow. Remember not to walk.” He follows closely behind, just as you asked him to, nodding slowly with his arms just barely outward in case you lose your balance. You trip a few times over the occasional dips in the ice, but your body teaches itself how to recover until it doesn’t have to rely on him anymore.
When the bridge peers over your body for the umpteenth time tonight, a pair of arms snakes around your waist and catches at your front, while a kiss is pressed to the side of your neck, and dark strands of hair brush against the surrounding skin. “You’re doing amazing.”
“Thanks,” you whisper back, a little startled. Your cheeks would’ve turned red if they weren’t already from the cold, but even then, he can hear the gentle timidness in your voice, the inflection in your single-word response.
His lips hover now at the side of your head as he glides along the ice, and your body’s only task is to glide along with him, rather than move itself. You gasp when he suddenly tightens his grip and hurls forward, shooting across the small pond, only moving at half the speed he would during a game, yet it’s still enough to drive a yelp past your lips.
“Jake!” you shout, death-gripping his arms as if that will even help if you’re to lose your balance at any given moment. “Oh, my God, slow down!”
He only laughs in your ear, the wind whipping at both of your faces as he takes a lap around the expanse of the pond with you tight in his hold. When he’s had enough fun (or torture, for you), he aims for the entry path and pivots on his outer edges until you suddenly come to a full stop, and you shoot forward, nearly falling face-first until he pulls you back with ease. Your chest huffs out a breath—of relief, or sheer fear, you’re not quite certain—and your hands fall to your kneecaps as your body keels over.
“Oh my fucking God, Jake. I swear, if I weren’t on skates right now, you’d be so dead, it’s not even funny.”
You’re absolutely fuming, and Jake thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world.
But in order to avoid his dick being sliced off by a sudden flying foot, he composes himself and has you comfortably inside the glass hut within ten minutes. Two pairs of skates lay neatly atop the large fireplace’s hearth to dry, and beside them, each of your feet, with one crossed over the other as the heat from the fire warms the damp socks around them.
Your head rests on Jake’s shoulder, and his arm wraps around your waist with his hand resting in your lap. His body’s warmth surrounds you, keeping your body comfortable as the redness on your cheeks slowly dissipates. You ask him quietly if you can get hot chocolate when you leave; he nods without question, telling you absolutely, because he’s just so proud of you.
Silence falls and relaxes in the calm air of the hut. Only the light of the various strings outside illuminates the inside, along with the tranquil fireplace.
“‘m gonna put a ring here one day,” his voice a whisper into your hair as the pad of his thumb dances along the base of your left ring finger. “I promise.” The words hold conviction in the quiet of the glass hut, where the two of you sit, unaccompanied by any noise, save for the soft crackling of the dying fire before you. You feel the same pang in your chest from before. It doesn’t unsettle you this time.
“We’ll get a house, move out of that apartment,” he continues softly as your body relaxes deeper into his. “With a nice yard for a dog to play in, or,” he pauses, “...you know.”
You nod.
“I love you so much,” he murmurs as if you don’t already know it.
Your fingers weave between his. “I love you, too,” you echo. “More than anything.” Your eyes slide up to his face, and your palm moves to his cheek, the warm, golden skin soft beneath your fingertips. “I’m so glad that I came here with you,” your words breathless as your palm caresses his face as if he’s something fragile; nothing like the person the country sees on the ice or their television sets. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Your lips curve into a smile, “And I can’t wait to live that life with you, when the time comes.”
His face visibly softens under your touch, at your words. And you love it—the version of him that’s still reserved for you, and always will be, no matter who approaches him, or shoves a camera in his face, or asks him stupid post-game media questions that don’t hold any meaning. Because to you, he’s not Jake Sim, he’s not “Simmer,” he’s not a defenseman for one of the eldest teams in the league, and he’s not a celebrity.
He’s just Jake.
Your Jake.
“So, when do we go home?”
Suddenly, his face darts forward, forcing your hand to fall from his face. His mouth hangs partly open until he takes his bottom lip between his teeth.
“...What is it?”
“Well...” he trails off, “I didn’t exactly…account for the three-hour drive…home.”
Which sends you into a fit of laughter that you just can’t shake, because God, he can be so stupid sometimes. You don’t have a place to stay, and this state is nothing but barren strips of highway for miles until a small town or building appears, and driving home at this hour would be a damn nightmare for both of you, but it doesn’t matter. Not when this is the first time since you moved that you’ve gotten to spend time with the Jake you grew up with, who you fell slowly in love with as the years passed by, and occupied your every thought like a crush, though he meant so much more to you than that.
And hopefully, if all goes according to plan, you’ll grow old with him, too.
