#bruins

[covenlesswitches]

the boston bruins confirming that massachusetts loves 3 things: fist fighting, hockey, and gay sex on national television

[40ep]

“I knew it was going to hit me the way it did,” he said of the standing ovation during a video tribute. “I’m so grateful for the moment and very appreciative for what the Bruins did, and the love and support the fans have shown me, not just tonight, but throughout my entire career here. I always loved playing here, loved putting the jersey on and wearing my heart on my sleeve. It’s a hard-working city and people appreciate that. I love the fans here. They’re special. They’re an incredible group.” [NHL.com]

BRAD MARCHAND PRESSCON & EMOTIONAL RETURN TO BOSTON Panthers @ Bruins | October 21, 2025

[nottodayjustin]

February 1st 2026 best hockey tweets of the day

[monchouchouu]

Hi fic request! Either Will or Fraser. Slow burn back and forth chirping with the reader who is their best friend. When it’s said but you love in a teasing manner, and either Will or Fraser responds back with I wish you were in love with me.

confession | fm⁹³

wc: 1.4k

warnings: just fluff (and cringe texts)

a/n: hopefully i got this right anon!

One summer night, your friend group managed to plan a get-together at Fraser’s apartment. It was hard to, especially because of Fraser’s season, but he had all the time in the world now. You’ve been friends with him for quite a while. You both had a mutual friend, and you hit it off when you started talking about the books you both liked. Now, he’s intertwined in your life, and usually this wouldn’t be a problem, but suddenly his brown curls and glasses started to make you swoon, and then you realized you were falling way too late. 

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.

“Please no full government name,” he complains, but he’s smiling, content on having his hands in your hair, your eyes looking at him in a new light. 

[rask]

Behind the B: Looking Forward

swayman & minten as batman & robin

[rosierecs13]

⭒ Fraser Minten Recs

⭒ Masterpost ⭒ 04/26/2026

⭒ NHL Masterlist 

‘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

[abbydianereads]

Wrapped Up In You | Fraser Minten

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.