We need more Lukas Dostal content!! Could you please do something with him where reader’s favorite goalie isn’t him but maybe Nedeljkovic or Askarov since they’re in the same division and Lukas finds out about it and whether he thinks it’s cute or he’s slightly jealous?? Please and thank you!!
HE’LL TELL ME IM THE ONE!
AND WE’LL HAVE SO MUCH FUN
Lukas kicks you at ten pm, just when you’d fallen asleep, “what do you mean I’m not your favorite goalie?” He asks, poking a finger into the back of your spine. You grunt, kicking a leg back
“What are you on about” you whine, “I was asleep”
“Dinner. You mentioned that Fleury is your favorite goalie”
You sigh, “well duh. He’s like the best goalie” you mock. Lukas kicks you again, “STOPP why do you hate your wife she’s trying to sleep” you whine rolling over to face him
“Not your husband?” He props up onto his elbows, “am I not your favorite goalie?” He quips. You sigh dramatically. Pushing at his chest with your hand
“Mnh you areee, but I grew up in the Fleury jersey” you huff
Lukas sticks his head up, “you’re from Portland Oregon!”
You roll your eyes, “goodnight”
You shift back over to your side, “just tell me I’m your favorite” He begs, bringing a hand under your hip to pull you into him
“Lu” you murmur, reaching to his hand. Tapping your index finger around the metal band of his finger, “you are my favorite person, because I married you”
You feel him soften behind you, “but I’m not your favorite goalie…”
You pout your lips. Because now it’s ten thirty. And you’re tired. And cranky. And your husband is royally pissing you off, “I’m going to bed”
☆ summary: the ducks suck. there’s no way around it. the team has accepted that. but what management doesn’t want to accept is that as a business, they suck. so they make a deal with republic records. beckett sennecke will pretend to date their star, y/n l/n, for six months.
☆ pairing: beckett sennecke x reader
☆ content: fake dating, fluff, angst, enemies → friends → lovers, reader has a god complex, reader has mommy AND daddy issues
☆ word count: 7k
☆ note: this is lwk abyssmal dogshit but i also wrote it last year, which is why cronin is the coach in this story. every day i thank god he got fired. umm i will be posting a more polished version on ao3. also i will post part 2 soon tumblr told me this was too long
☆ listen to this for the best experience
The Anaheim Ducks management was gathered around a table, the air thick with tension. The season had been rough, with the Ducks battling for seventh in the Pacific Division against the Sharks, of all teams. Glares were passed around (unlike a puck in the duck’s red zone) from Henry Samueli, the all-powerful owner, to Pat Verbeek, the general manager on thin ice, to Greg Cronin, the head coach who’d been the fan’s least favorite, to Merit Tully, the head of marketing who may be aging out of touch, to Samantha Glantz, the overworked publicist.
“I don’t mean to sugarcoat, but our numbers are dismal,” Samueli began.
“It’s okay, Henry, you can say it.” Verbeek said, “This team is a dumpster fire.”
“The numbers are abysmal. Ticket sales are down 35% from last season, merch is gathering dust, and social media engagement is a joke. We need to connect with gen z, yesterday,” Tully added.
“Our fanbase hates us,” Glantz said.
“We can tell,” Cronin replied sharply.
“Well, we already know we aren’t making the playoffs. signed golf clubs, anyone?” Samueli joked.
“We shouldn’t remind the fans that the guys spend more time on the green than the ice,” Verbeek retorted.
Samueli sighed. "I get it. We’re irrelevant. It doesn’t matter how talented our rookies are if no one’s watching. But gimmicks aren’t going to fix this. What do you have, Merit?”
Merit opened up his iPad with all his notes. “Other teams have made attempts to escape being bad and boring. The Sharks are capitalizing on Celebrini and Smith. Doesn’t matter how bad they lose, their rookies have friendship bracelets.”
“Our rookies aren’t friends,” Verbeek said.
“Chicago has Bedard,” he continued.
“We have Carlsson,” Glantz said.
“And Gauthier,” Samueli said.
“What if we convinced Disney to make a Mighty Ducks reboot with Zegras as Bombay?” Cronin suggested.
“They took the series from the 2010’s off of Disney+ because no one was watching it. They aren’t going to make a movie for a failing franchise,” Tully said.
“What have non-hockey teams done?” Glantz asked, fiddling with her pen.
“Well, it wasn’t on purpose, but viewership for the NFL as a whole increased when Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce began dating,” he said.
“You think any of the guys would want to date a pop star?” Cronin asked.
“Maybe for extra ice time.”
“Merit, I'm not giving a guy more ice time for prancing around with some singer!”
“Ok, hear me out. Everyone loves Beckett. We saw how he trended on every social media platform after the draft. He’s got fan girls everywhere. We call him down from Oshawa for the rest of the season, and in exchange for playing in the big league, he has to “date” some pop star.”
"A pr stunt? For a 19-year-old kid? This isn’t some reality show, Merit. The boy hasn’t even debuted,” Samueli said.
“Exactly! He’s fresh, he’s talented, and he's perfect to date a rising star, someone with a big following.”
Samantha Glantz tapped her pen against the table thoughtfully. "It’s risky, but it could work. Beckett’s got that wholesome 'Canadian hockey golden boy' thing going on. Pairing him with a wild, glamorous type? Instant contrast. Instant intrigue. Who’s the girl?"
“Samantha, if I may correct you, he’s not a golden boy. I’ve been following him very closely and ever since his breakup late last year, he’s done nothing but follow and unfollow models and… um… amateur film girls.”
“This is who we’re spotlighting?” Cronin asked.
“Wait, wait, wait. If we have him date someone for a long period, then we kill two birds with one stone. He can lose the Playboy persona to focus on one girl, and we get more exposure.”
“Who’s the girl?” Verbeek asked.
“Have you heard of Y/N L/N?”
“You’ve got to be kidding!”
“Dead serious.”
“How are we going to negotiate that? She’s leagues above even the biggest names in hockey,” Cronin said.
“Do we even have the money for her?” Glantz asked.
“Guys, guys, calm down. What Y/N does is sing about boys and love and parties. If she gets a “boyfriend”, she gets song material. That’s money for her.”
“Would he even like her?”
“He doesn’t have to. Hust has to pretend. And she’s very pretty, so it’ll be easy.”
Merit typed Y/N’s name into Google and projected his iPad on the screen in the meeting room.
“She’s all bright, happy, and sugar sweet. Perfect for our little Beckett.”
“She’s wearing a tube top.”
“And soon she’ll be wearing orange and white.”
Beckett had received a text from his coach that morning. It was simple. “Don’t come to practice. You have a meeting”.
If only he knew it was with Samueli, Cronin, Verbeek, and everyone else in charge of his pro career.
“Hello, Beckett. take a seat,” Verbeek said, gesturing to the open chair.
“What’s this about?”
“How would you like to join us for the rest of the season?”
“Actually?”
“And a guaranteed roster spot for next year.”
Beckett’s eyes lit up. It was almost too good to be true. “When do I start?”
“So eager, Beckett.” Tully said, “There’s a catch.”
He slumped. “What is it?”
“You need to pretend to date someone.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Y/N L/N.”
“No.”
“What?”
“I’m here to play hockey, not date some frou frou pop star.”
“We’re giving you the chance to play hockey on a team that matters.”
“You’ll get ice time every game.”
Next thing he knew, he was settling into a small apartment in Irvine with his new roommate, Cutter Gauthier. And he had another meeting today with Katie Slater, Y/N’s agent.
“Mr. Sennecke, thank you for meeting with me.”
“Of course.”
“I just want to give you an overview of what being with Y/N will be like. She’s really a sweet girl.”
“I’m sure.”
“She’s very particular. Her mansion is always set to 68° and if it gets any lower, she freezes. Her virgin daiquiris need to be mixed with exactly 5 strawberries.”
Beckett just nodded. It’s not like he’d ever touch her thermostat.
“She has dinner at Nobu once a week, each Thursday, and brunch there every Tuesday. She goes to Poison Ivy every Saturday night with Sabrina for drinks. Yes, it’s a bar, and she gets Diet Coke with lime. She takes the Bugatti to meals, the Ferrari to go shopping, and the Maserati for everything else.”
“Think she’d let me drive one?”
“Oh, absolutely not. Not even her mother can touch them.”
“Am I supposed to know who her mom is?”
“Carinna L/N. Walked for Versace exclusive in the 90s. And her father is Richard L/N.”
“The Richard L/N?”
“The director, yes.”
“Holy hell.”
“You will need to refrain from cursing around Y/N. She finds it gross.”
“Of course she does.”
“You will have to attend award shows, performances, premieres, and all sorts of events. If she wants flowers, you'd better show up with pink tulips. If she wants a snack after studio time, you need to be there with her favorite granola.”
“Am I her boyfriend or new assistant?”
“Y/N is high maintenance. but this will all be worth it for the team and your career.”
“I’m not getting paid.”
“You could?”
He sat up straight. “How?”
“If you write a song with her.”
“I’m not doing that.”
“Your loss.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Not too late to back out.”
“No, I’m doing this.”
“Be back here at four. You’re meeting SoCal’s crown princess.”
He sat on one side of the plush pink loveseat, his feet up on the white table. There were magazines spread across it, next to a vase of pink flowers.
Cronin poked his head in. “Beckett, we’re all going to be next door. the mirror is one way, so we can observe.”
“Got it.”
He was alone for another minute before the door opened again. In stepped the most plastic person he’d ever seen. Her skin was tan and shiny from all her time out in the sun. Her hair flowed out behind her as if there was wind. Her outfit was glossy and pink and shiny and gave Beckett the worst headache. Or maybe that was from her perfume. floral, fruity, sweet, and so potent. And her makeup. She looked like a doll. Her doe eyes were lined with lavender eyeliner, and her eyelids were covered in frosty white eyeshadow. Her lips, shimmery and plump, became a smile when she saw him.
“Beckett!” she squealed, hugging him. He physically recoiled and pushed her away.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t breathe!”
“That nervous?”
He rubbed his face. “They didn’t tell me I’d be dating a girl who bathes in Victoria’s Secret body spray.”
“Excuse you, this is Dior.”
“Whatever! I didn’t ask for this. Just here because they told me to be.”
"Same, actually. So, let’s make this quick. You’re Canadian, right? Big into maple syrup and apologizing, eh?"
"Yeah, and you’re... Malibu Barbie? Big into glitter and using Daddy’s money on Rodeo Drive?"
Y/N’s mouth opened slightly, then snapped shut. She gave a sharp laugh, leaning back again.
"Wow. You’re charming. No wonder they’re making you fake date me. You’d scare off anyone real."
Beckett smirked, the faintest hint of amusement breaking through his annoyed demeanor. "You’re not exactly winning 'Miss Congeniality' over there, either."
“Don’t need to. I’d win any pageant.”
“Because Daddy owns Hollywood and Mommy owns Paris?”
“What do your parents do again?”
Ducks' brass and Slater were grimacing on the other side of the mirror.
Glantz shrugged. "At least it’s not boring. Viewers love a little tension. It gives the arc somewhere to go."
Back in the room, Y/N poured herself a glass of lemonade, the faint clink of the pitcher breaking the silence.
"Alright, let’s just cut to it. They want us to hold hands, smile for the cameras, and act like we’re crazy about each other. fine. I can do my part. Can you?"
"You make it sound so easy."
"It is. Smile, pose, don’t talk too much. Done."
"Great. Glad you’ve got it all figured out."
Y/N leaned forward, her tone dropping to something more serious. "Look, I don’t like this any more than you do, but I know how to play the game. Do you?"
Beckett stared at her for a moment before answering. "Guess we’ll find out."
Back in the other room, the tension was palpable. Slater leaned against the wall, her sharp eyes fixed on Y/N through the one-way mirror. She and Beckett were still trading barbs, their chemistry more combustible than cute.
Slater sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before turning to the Ducks’ management team.
"Excuse me for a moment. It seems my client needs a refresher on playing nice."
She strode into the room without knocking, her polished shoes clicking against the tile floor. Y/N’s head snapped up, her perfectly glossed lips forming a dramatic pout.
"What now, Katie? Did I blink wrong?"
Slater placed both hands on the table, leaning down to her level with an expression that was equal parts exasperated and stern.
"Y/N, darling, you’re blowing this."
"I'm not blowing anything! I'm just... establishing boundaries. with mister ice cube over here." she gestured toward Beckett, who rolled his eyes.
"Boundaries? No, what you’re doing is setting the pr campaign on fire before it even starts."
She crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed.
"So what? He’s impossible. Did you hear him? He called me Malibu Barbie!"
“And you asked him if his dad still loved him after he didn’t make Team Canada. It’s a two-way street, Y/N."
Y/N’s jaw dropped, but Slater pressed on before she could interrupt.
"here’s the deal. until you can prove you’re capable of being the sweet, adoring girlfriend this campaign needs, I'm freezing your amex."
The room went silent.
"You’re what?!?" she asked, audibly horrified.
"You heard me. no Bugatti gas, no Erewhon lattes, no impromptu shopping sprees. Not until I see some real effort. This campaign is worth millions, Y/N, and I won’t let you sabotage it."
Y/N shot up from her chair, her rhinestone-encrusted phone clutched tightly in one hand.
"You can’t do that! Daddy gave me that card!"
Slater looked at her with a deadpan expression. "And he gave me explicit instructions to keep you in line. So yes, I can."
Beckett, who had been watching the exchange with barely concealed amusement, let out a low whistle.
“Wow. Didn’t know being a pop star came with training wheels."
Y/N turned to him, her glare icy enough to rival the rink.
"I. Will. Kill. You."
“Ouch, babe.”
She made a strangling motion and scrunched her face.
“Frown lines, Y/N,” Slater reminded. Her face went back to normal. Slater straightened, adjusting her suit jacket.
"You have two options, Y/N. You can either cooperate, smile, and hold Beckett’s hand like he’s your beloved boyfriend. Or you can take the bus next time you want to go to Nobu. Your call."
Y/N’s eyes narrowed, but she slumped back into the loveseat next to Beckett with a dramatic sigh.
"Fine. Whatever. I’ll be a ‘sweet girlfriend,’ but only because I don’t do buses."
Slater gave her a satisfied nod before turning to Beckett.
"And you, rookie. Try not to provoke her into committing actual murder, okay? This only works if you both play nice."
"No promises."
Slater shook her head and walked out of the room, leaving Y/N and Beckett to glare at each other in simmering silence.
Y/N sat on the loveseat's arm, fuming. She glared at the lemonade pitcher, as if it had personally offended her. Beckett, on the other hand, leaned back in his seat, a small smirk playing on his lips as he enjoyed her obvious frustration.
"Freeze my card, will she? Fine. I’ll show her ‘sweet girlfriend.’"
She stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor, and Beckett raised an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, you’ll see."
Before Beckett could react, Y/N sauntered around the table, her pink velour tracksuit glittering under the fluorescent lights. She stopped in front of him, placed her perfectly manicured hands on his shoulders, and leaned down so her face was inches from his.
"Uh... what are you…"
Without warning, Y/N swung one leg over him and settled herself on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck like they were in the middle of a rom-com.
Y/N leaned in closer, her voice sugary sweet. "Isn’t this what they want? Cute couple vibes? Let’s give them a show."
Then she pressed a series of soft, warm kisses to his cheek, each one leaving a faint trace of her glossy lipstick. Beckett stiffened, his hands hovering awkwardly near her sides, unsure of what to do.
“You can touch me. Better get used to it.”
He gingerly touched her waist as she kept subjecting him to cotton candy kisses.
Behind the one-way mirror, Slater and the ducks' management team stared in stunned silence. Tully broke the tension with a delighted laugh.
"Oh, this is gold. They hate each other, but the camera won’t see that. It’ll just look like sparks are flying."
Slater pinched the bridge of her nose again.
"They’re either going to sell this perfectly or kill each other in the process."
Back in the room, Y/N leaned in even closer, whispering just loud enough for Beckett to hear.
"This is what ‘sweet girlfriend’ looks like."
Beckett finally managed to lift her off his lap, placing her next to him on the loveseat with more force than necessary.
"Can I get the sour girlfriend again?”
Y/N just grinned, crossing her legs elegantly as if nothing had happened.
"You’re welcome."
Beckett wiped at his cheek, muttering under his breath. he could still smell her perfume. This was going to be a long six months.
Beckett Sennecke sat on his couch, scrolling through instagram with a resigned expression. He had just gotten off the phone with his agent, who had not even bothered to sugarcoat the demand.
"Follow her. Now. It’s non-negotiable."
So here he was, staring at Y/N L/N’s Instagram page.
He scrolled further, wincing as her feed assaulted his senses with glittery filters, over-saturated colors, and captions filled with emojis.
"How does anyone keep up with this? It’s like... Life in the Dreamhouse if Barbie got to wear thong bikinis."
His thumb hovered over the "follow" button. He hesitated for a moment, then sighed deeply.
"They’re gonna bench me if I don’t."
With one last look of reluctance, he tapped the button. Almost immediately, a notification popped up.
@yournamelastname followed you back.
"I’m in hell."
He tossed his phone onto the couch, running a hand through his hair. As much as he wanted to ignore her, he knew there was no escaping this circus.
Beckett pulled up to Y/N's sprawling Malibu estate in his black Range Rover. He pressed the code into the keypad. He tapped the steering wheel nervously, glancing at his reflection in the rearview mirror. This wasn't exactly his idea of a fun evening.
"Just smile for the cameras. Smile and survive," he muttered to himself.
The front door swung open, and Y/N emerged like she was walking onto a runway. She wore a tiny white sundress, oversized Dior sunglasses perched on her head, and platform flip-flops. Her hair was perfectly tousled, like she'd spent hours making it look effortless.
She strutted down the driveway, her Chanel beach bag slung over one shoulder. Beckett got out of the car, already regretting everything.
"You're late, hockey boy."
He stared at her, deadpan. "I'm right on time."
She waved a perfectly manicured hand dismissively. "Whatever. Let's get this show on the road."
He opened the passenger door for her, and she slid in gracefully, immediately pulling out her phone. As soon as he got back in the driver's seat, she was snapping selfies.
"Smile, babe. This is going on my story."
"Do I have a choice?"
"Nope."
He parked near the beach, and the two of them stepped out. Y/N's sparkly flip-flops crunched against the sand as she led the way toward the shore.
"You know, the beach is such a classic. I approve."
He walked behind her, hands in his pockets. "Wasn't my idea. Your agent said 'romantic vibes.'"
"Well, duh. Paps eat that up. Speaking of which…"
She pointed discreetly toward a group of photographers lingering near a sand dune, their long lenses pointed directly at them.
He groaned. "Great. Just what I needed."
Y/N grabbed his arm, dragging him toward the water. "Relax, Becks. This is what we signed up for. Now, smile like you're madly in love with me."
"That won't be hard."
She ignored his tone and looped her arm through his, pulling him closer as they walked along the shoreline.
"Just follow my lead. Laugh at something. Pretend I said something funny."
"You didn't."
"Doesn't matter. Laugh!"
Beckett forced out a chuckle, and Y/N tilted her head back, laughing dramatically as if he'd just told the funniest joke in the world. The camera flashes intensified.
"See? Easy. Now put your arm around me," she whispered.
He did so reluctantly. "This feels ridiculous."
"That's because it is. But it's also going to make headlines tomorrow."
He glanced down at her, her face glowing in the sunset light, her expression perfectly calculated. She was in her element, while he felt like a fish out of water.
"You really don't hate this, do you?"
"It's a game, Becks. Play it right, and everyone wins," she said, with a shrug.
He sighed, tightening his arm around her as the cameras continued to snap.
"I better be a first liner for this."
The golden light of the setting sun cast long shadows as Beckett and Y/N walked along the shoreline, their every move tracked by the paparazzi. The sound of waves crashing against the sand provided a stark contrast to the tense energy between them.
Y/N stopped suddenly, pulling Beckett to a halt. She turned to face him, placing her hands on his chest in an overly dramatic gesture that was clearly meant for the cameras.
"You're so funny, Becks! Seriously, stop making me laugh so much!"
"I haven't said anything in five minutes," he said, arching a brow.
"Shh, just roll with it. Look deep into my eyes or something."
Beckett sighed and met her gaze, his dark blue eyes locking with her sparkling e/c ones. For a moment, she seemed less like the walking glitter explosion he'd pegged her as and more... real. But the moment passed when she giggled, clearly for show.
"Wow, this is so natural. I feel like I've known you my whole life," he said.
"Good! Now, twirl me."
"T-twirl you?" he asked, bug-eyed.
She rolled her eyes. "Yes, like in those rom-coms. Come on, Becks, keep up!"
Before he could protest, she grabbed his hand and spun herself around, her white sundress flaring out like a perfectly rehearsed dance move. The cameras clicked furiously.
"Unbelievable."
"You're welcome. This is how you sell a love story, rookie."
She finally stopped spinning and stumbled slightly, clutching his arm for balance. He steadied her instinctively, and she flashed a genuine laugh. It wasn't for the cameras this time, just an unguarded moment of amusement.
"Okay, maybe I got a little dizzy."
"That's what happens when you try too hard."
She smacked his arm playfully, and they started walking again. As they got closer to the pier, the paparazzi hung back, satisfied with their shots.
He looked over his shoulder. "Finally, they're giving us a break."
She nudged him with her elbow. "Oh, please. You're having fun."
"If by 'fun,' you mean enduring a circus to sell tickets, sure. I'm having a blast."
Y/N's playful expression softened slightly. She tugged him toward a nearby bench under the pier, where the sound of the waves drowned out everything else.
"Look, I get it. This isn't your thing. It's not really my thing, either," she said, taking a seat.
"You seemed pretty into it back there."
She shrugged, gazing out at the ocean.
"It's a role. One I've been playing my whole life. Smile, pose, be perfect. It's what people expect from me. But that doesn't mean it's me, you know?"
Beckett studied her for a moment, surprised by the honesty in her tone. "So what is you?"
She smiled faintly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "That's a question I'm still figuring out."
For the first time that evening, Beckett felt a flicker of understanding. Maybe they weren't as different as he thought.
The moment was interrupted by the buzzing of her phone. She glanced at the screen and groaned.
She rolled her eyes. "Slater. Probably checking if I've sold the fairy tale yet."
"Come on. Let's give them something to post about."
He extended a hand, surprising her. Y/N took it, letting him pull her to her feet. They walked back toward the car, their banter lighter now, the cameras forgotten for the time being.
For all its awkward beginnings, maybe this fake relationship wouldn't be so bad after all.
Slater rolled over in bed, groaning as her phone buzzed incessantly on the nightstand. With one eye barely open, she grabbed it and squinted at the screen. The headlines were everywhere:
Y/N L/N and Beckett Sennecke: The Hot New Couple Taking SoCal by Storm!
Hockey Meets Hollywood: Are Y/N and Beckett for Real?
Anaheim Ducks Rookie Spotted on Amarillo Beach With "Strawberry Lemonade" Singer Y/N L/N
Social media was ablaze with paparazzi photos from the beach. Y/N's sparkling laughter, Beckett's stiff but somehow endearing posture, the golden hour lighting. It was a PR dream.
Slater let out a long sigh, swiping through the coverage. This was good. No, this was great. But Y/N was a wild card, and Beckett looked about as thrilled as someone being forced to eat kale for the first time.
She got up, threw on a blazer over her rumpled shirt, and grabbed her keys. It was time to meet with the Ducks' management.
Slater strode into the conference room where Samueli, Verbeek, Cronin, Tully, and Glantz were already seated. A stack of newspapers and tablets lay in the center of the table, all displaying the same images and headlines.
Samueli gestured to the table. "Well, Slater, it looks like your idea worked. The press is eating this up."
"Of course they are. Y/N knows how to sell a story, and Beckett… well, he's got that awkward charm people love."
"Charm? He looks like he'd rather be in a penalty box than on a beach," Cronin muttered.
"That's part of the appeal, Greg. He's the relatable underdog in this equation. Y/N's the larger-than-life pop star, and he's the grounded athlete. It's a perfect contrast," Tully said.
"Social media engagement is through the roof. Our hashtags are trending, and ticket sales are already seeing an uptick. This might actually save us," Glantz added.
"It will save you. But we need to capitalize on this momentum. More dates, more photos, and more social media interaction. Y/N can handle the performance side of things, but Beckett needs coaching."
Cronin raised an eyebrow. "Coaching? For what?"
"For being likable off the ice. Y/N's carrying this dynamic right now, and if Beckett doesn't step up, people will see through it. He needs to loosen up, smile more, maybe even post something about her."
"What's the next step?" Verbeek asked.
"Another public outing. Something casual but intimate. A coffee date, maybe, or a hike. Something that screams 'young love.' And we need Beckett to play along, enthusiastically this time."
"We should also push the narrative on their respective platforms. Have them soft launch, maybe? The fans love that stuff," Tully suggested.
"As long as this doesn't distract him from the game. He's still a rookie, and I need his head in hockey," Cronin said.
"Don't worry, Coach. Y/N's good at getting people's attention, but she's not about to derail his career. If anything, this'll make him more focused, he'll have something to prove."
The room fell quiet for a moment as everyone considered the plan.
Samueli spoke. "Alright, Katie. Let's move forward. Keep us updated on the next steps. And make sure Beckett knows what's at stake here."
"Don't worry. I've got this."
As she left the room, Slater couldn't help but feel a flicker of satisfaction. The plan was falling into place, but keeping both Y/N and Beckett in line was going to be a juggling act. One wrong move, and the whole thing could unravel.
Thursday nights for Beckett meant sitting on his couch after practice, playing Rocket League and eating pizza. Back in Oshawa, it also meant beers with the guys, but he'd had to swap that out when he crossed the border.
You can imagine the disappointment on his face when he got a text from his agent.
"Don't forget - dinner with Y/N at Nobu tonight. Meet her at her house."
So now, he had to skip video games and snacks and put on the stupid Ralph Lauren linen shirt Y/N bought him and some slacks. He pulled a comb through his hair and spritzed some cologne, Dior Sauvage.
Y/N L/N, on the other hand, was already getting ready for her Thursday night out. After a full day at the studio, she was now back in Malibu, her usual routine calling her like clockwork. She slipped into a skin-tight, sparkly black dress that clung to her like it was custom-made for her body (because it was).
She ignored Slater’s texts, grabbing her keys and striding out of her room. The pink Bugatti gleamed under the garage lights as she clicked the unlock button. The car was as ridiculous as it was perfect, and Y/N loved it.
As soon as Beckett's Range Rover pulled into the driveway, Y/N couldn't help but laugh at how out of place it looked next to her car.
She stepped outside, her oversized sunglasses perched on her head, her lips coated with a glossy shade of pink.
She leaned against her car, arms crossed. "Well, well. Look who finally showed up."
Beckett climbed out of the car, adjusting his blazer as he made his way toward her, trying to suppress the urge to look annoyed.
"You know, I'm not exactly the dinner-and-photoshoot type."
"Well, you don't have much choice now, do you?"
"Yeah, thanks, Slater," he said, under his breath.
Y/N slid into the driver's seat of the Bugatti, starting the engine with a rev that felt like it could shake the neighborhood. She motioned for him to get in, and Beckett reluctantly followed, closing the door behind him.
"Alright, hockey boy. Tonight, we're doing Nobu. Hope you can keep up."
The upscale Nobu restaurant in Malibu was buzzing with energy, as it always was this time of night. Celebrities, influencers, and models all lined the terrace, eating sashimi and sushi as paparazzi snapped pictures from across the street. Y/N and Beckett were immediately swarmed by photographers as they stepped out of the Bugatti, and Y/N, naturally, leaned into the spotlight.
"Smile, Becks. You look like you've never seen a camera before."
Beckett stiffened as the flashes went off, biting his lip to suppress the irritation bubbling up inside him. He knew he had to play along, but this was getting ridiculous.
Once inside, they were led to a corner booth by the hostess, the table set with delicate china and crystal glasses. Y/N slipped into the plush seat across from Beckett, immediately pulling out her phone to check the latest updates on her Instagram feed. Beckett sat down, doing his best to appear cool and calm.
Without looking up from her phone, she asked, "So, tell me, Becks. What's the worst part about being a rookie?"
Beckett stared at her, the question catching him off guard. Was this supposed to be part of the show? He ran a hand through his hair, trying to focus on what was in front of him.
"Uh, I guess the media circus. Constantly being in the spotlight. You get used to it, but... it's a lot."
Y/N raised an eyebrow, finally putting her phone down.
"Well, you better get used to it faster. You're stuck with me, hockey boy. Cameras everywhere, at least until we get the next round of headlines."
Beckett was about to respond when a waiter appeared, setting down glasses of water and menus. The moment of tension was broken, but the quiet undercurrent of discomfort between them was palpable.
His fingers tightened around the edge of the menu, staring at it like it was his lifeline. He glanced over at Y/N, who was already looking at him with expectant eyes. He wasn't sure if he could keep up with all of this.
Despite the tension and discomfort that had followed them in from the paparazzi, the dinner itself unfolded much more smoothly than Beckett had expected. The waiter was impeccable, the sushi rolls delicate and fresh, and the conversation was bearable. Y/N had a way of making the most mundane topics sound glamorous, from the latest fashion trends to her next music video. Beckett found himself responding, not out of interest, but out of the need to keep up his end of the "relationship."
Y/N's laughter was light, ringing in the air like chimes. Beckett, for all his awkwardness, couldn't help but notice the ease with which she navigated the social scene. It was as though she was born for this life, posing, smiling, laughing, and the cameras always around.
They'd made it past the pleasantries and were now onto dessert, the waiter placing a delicate platter of mochi and tempura ice cream between them. Y/N picked up a fork and took a bite, her lips curling into a smile.
"You know, this isn't so bad. You're kind of fun when you're not being… awkward."
"I'm not awkward," he chuckled.
Y/N raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her seat. Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she played with her hair.
"You just haven't figured out how to loosen up yet. You're cute, but you're about as stiff as a board."
Beckett felt his cheeks flush. He hadn't signed up for this, but he'd made it this far. He was trapped in a game of appearances and had to finish the dance. Still, Y/N's teasing wasn't making it any easier.
The dinner was winding down, and as the waiter took their empty plates away, a low hum of ambient music filled the space around them. Beckett's leg brushed against Y/N's under the table as she shifted her position, not quite by accident. At first, Beckett barely registered it, then it happened again, a gentle, deliberate nudge against his calf.
"Careful, hockey boy. Don't get too comfortable," she said with a smirk.
Beckett's heart skipped. He wasn't sure if it was her cheeky little smile or the fact that her foot had now moved a little higher on his leg, but the entire situation felt more charged than it had in a while. He glanced down, seeing the toe of her heel rest casually against his calf.
The pressure from her foot was light but constant, and Beckett wasn't sure if he should pull away or just let it happen. His pulse quickened. What was going on? Why was she doing this? Was this just a part of her usual flirty act, or was there something more to it?
Y/N didn't seem phased. Her eyes were on him, but there was an almost playful glint in them, as if she was testing him.
He glanced up at her uncertainly. "You, uh… you're playing footsie with me?"
She shrugged. "Is that what you call it?"
Beckett felt his face flush even more, and his heart started to race. He was out of his depth here. Was this real? Was she actually flirting with him? Or was this just another stunt, another piece of the PR puzzle?
But then Y/N's foot pressed more firmly against his leg, and the space between them seemed to shrink, the gentle rhythm under the table both playful and intimate. Beckett's hand, still clutching his glass of water, tightened around it instinctively. He was caught between wanting to pull back and not wanting to overthink things.
She leaned forward slightly, whispering just loud enough for him to hear. "So, hockey boy... do you like it when I do that?"
Her words sent a shock through him, and for a moment, Beckett wasn't sure whether to say something, pull away, or play it cool. But as her foot moved again, brushing a little higher against his leg, he felt his breath catch in his throat. This was new. This was dangerous.
"I… I don't know."
Y/N's foot slowly retreated, but not before grazing his calf one last time. She leaned back into her seat with a soft laugh, as if she had made her point.
"You really are adorable when you get flustered, Becks."
Beckett, too embarrassed to say much more, just smiled weakly and tried to focus on the last bits of dessert in front of him. But deep down, the tension between them had shifted, whether it was for the cameras or something else, he wasn't sure. One thing was clear, though, Y/N L/N knew exactly how to make a simple dinner feel like a high-stakes game.
The meal had gone on long enough, and while Beckett had tried to keep his composure, the awkwardness between him and Y/N was palpable. The tension from the footsie under the table still lingered in his mind, and he was eager to escape before anything else could happen.
As they stood up from the table, the familiar buzz of cameras and flashes exploded around them. The paparazzi were waiting just outside, their lenses trained on the door as Beckett and Y/N made their way to the exit.
Y/N, ever the star, strode confidently out of the restaurant, her head high, her smile wide, posing with the practiced ease of someone who had lived in the spotlight all her life. Beckett followed, his hand shoved deep in his pocket, trying not to look as stiff as he felt.
She glanced back at Beckett with a mischievous smile. "Don't look so miserable. We're supposed to look in love, remember?"
He forced a tight smile, though every part of him felt out of place. He hated being in the limelight, and Y/N's constant need to perform for the cameras made him uncomfortable.
As they neared the valet, Y/N suddenly stopped, spinning around to face him. The flashing lights of the paparazzi grew louder, the camera shutters clicking rapidly.
"Kiss me, Beckett. Right now. For the cameras."
Beckett blinked in disbelief. His stomach turned. He had been trying to follow along, trying to play this game for the sake of the team, but this? Kissing her in front of a crowd of strangers, knowing it'd be all over the news? It was too much.
"No," he said, shaking his head, his voice tense.
"What? You're too good for me now?"
"It's not that. It's just… I'm not doing that. Not for them."
Y/N's smile faded, a flicker of annoyance flashing across her face. She crossed her arms, her tone growing sharper.
"This is part of the deal, Beckett. You knew what you were signing up for. You agreed to this whole fake relationship. It's not just about the games and the photoshoots. It's about selling the story, about making it real for the public."
Beckett felt his patience thinning. This wasn't what he'd signed up for, not really. He hated being controlled, hated being told what to do, especially when it came to something as personal as kissing.
He gritted his teeth. "I don't give a damn about the public. I'm not your prop."
Her eyes narrowed, a glint of challenge in them. She stepped forward, closing the space between them, her gaze locked on his.
"If you want your team to be around next season, if you want to keep playing with the big dogs, if you ever want to step foot on that nice Honda Center ice, then read. My. Lips. You are my prop, Beckett. Your team would bend over backwards to make me happy because let's face it, I am more important than you and your shrinky dink hockey team will ever be. And the sooner you realize that, the easier this whole thing will be. But fine, if you won't kiss me, I'll make it happen myself."
Before Beckett could react, Y/N grabbed the collar of his jacket, pulling him toward her. She closed the distance, and her lips crashed into his.
The kiss wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was strong, forceful, and completely unexpected. Y/N's lips pressed against his with a boldness that left no room for hesitation. The paparazzi around them went wild, cameras flashing as they captured the unexpected moment.
Beckett, stunned by the suddenness of it, stood frozen for a moment. Then, something inside him snapped. His jaw clenched, and the frustration he had been bottling up all night poured out in that one instant. He didn't care about the cameras anymore.
"For the record, the term is rinky dink. Which we are not," Beckett responded.
With that, his hands moved to her waist as he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. It was raw, intense, the kind of kiss that didn't feel like it was for anyone but them, despite the hundreds of prying eyes.
For a long moment, time seemed to stop. Beckett's heart raced as he tried to steady himself, his body reacting despite his better judgment. Y/N's hands tangled in his hair, her body pressed against his, and the kiss became more frantic, more desperate, as if it had all been building up to this moment.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their faces flushed. The paparazzi were still snapping pictures, but Beckett couldn't bring himself to care.
Y/N, her lips still tingling from the kiss, pulled away first, giving him a knowing look.
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Beckett didn't answer. Instead, he just turned and walked toward the Bugatti, his mind reeling from what had just happened. He was beyond irritated, but there was also a spark of something else, something he couldn't quite place.
Y/N followed, still smiling, as if she had won a victory. Beckett didn't even look at her as she climbed into the car beside him, the sound of the paparazzi's cameras still ringing in his ears.
Tonight had gone from awkward to insane. And he had a feeling this was just the beginning.
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Beckett Sennecke delivered a breakout moment on Sunday night, recording his first NHL hat trick and sealing a dramatic overtime win as the Anaheim Ducks edged the Calgary Flames 4–3 on the road. The victory extended Anaheim’s impressive winning run to seven games and highlighted the confidence growing within the squad. Fans following through 빠른티비 스포츠중계 witnessed another thrilling chapter in the Ducks’ surge 🕒📺
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Calgary briefly regained the lead early in the third period with a power-play goal from Matt Coronato, who also had an assist on the night. However, Anaheim refused to fade. Chris Kreider answered with a well-taken finish on a 2-on-1 rush, tying the game once more and setting the stage for a tense finish ⚖️🔥
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Extra time showcased speed and creativity, and it was Sennecke who made the difference. Spotting space during an odd-man rush, the rookie chose to shoot and sent the puck into the top corner, completing his hat trick and securing the win. The goal marked his 18th of the season, placing him atop the rookie scoring list 🏆✨
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This is a Trevor imagine based off the song Lover by Taylor Swift!🫶🏼
Trevor Zegras x Hughes!reader
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I layed in bed wrapped in my big blanket not wanting to be bothered. I had been cheated on by my boyfriend with my best friend. Cliche, right? My brothers have been trying to get me out of my room all day and it’s failed every time. As I’m wallowing in self-pity the door bell rings. As soon as the person walked in I heard the words. “Where’s baby Hughes?” The voice of Trevor Zegras asked very loudly. I didn’t hear anything said after that then my bedroom door opened. “Y/n? Baby?” Trevor asked in a for once quiet voice. I groaned at the nickname not wanting to hear it today. “Trev?” I asked turning over to face him even though I knew it was him. “It’s me.” He said coming over sitting on my bed and basically scooping me up into his arms. “What happened?” He asked in a whisper. “He cheated. With my best friend.” I told him with tears starting to form again. I looked up to Trevor seeing a flash of anger in his eyes then they went soft again. “Have you eaten?” He asked and I shook my head no. “Well, let’s get you some food then you can get ready.” He told me with a small smile. What I was wondering is get ready for what? “Ready for what?” I asked curiously. “I’m taking you out.” He said and I nodded slowly getting up. “I’ll be right outside your room when you’re done.” Trevor added on getting up and walking out of my bedroom shutting the door. I went over to my closet and picked out a pair of jeans and a New Jersey Devils shirt. After picking out the clothes I got changed into them then brushed my hair and teeth in my bathroom. I walked out my bedroom shutting the door behind me and Trevor was there as said. “Where are we going?” I asked Trevor as we walked down the steps. “Hmm. Out to eat then a movie, all of your choosing of course.” Trevor replied as got to the bottom of the steps where my brothers Jack, Luke, and Quinn were standing. All of a sudden I was engulfed in a hug by all three. “We’re glad Z finally got you out of your room.” Jack mumbled into my shoulder. “We’ve been worried about you ever since well you know.” Quinn said as him and Jack backed out of the hug, Luke still hanging onto me. I gave Jack and Quinn a smile then looked at Luke. “Luke, are you good?” I asked. “I should be asking you that. My big sister got hurt. Are you sure you don’t want me to go beat him up?” He asked now pulling away. “It’s fine. I’ll be back soon.” I said with a small smile. They all said bye then Trevor and I left in his car to go eat and then to the movies. We stopped and ate at McDonald’s and we’re now walking into the movie theater. “What movie do you want to see?” Trevor asked wrapping his arms around my waist resting his head on the top of mine as he stood behind me. “The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes.” I said pointing to the poster they had on the wall of the movie. “Okay, princess.” He said then stepped away to buy the tickets while I stood there waiting for him. He came back with the tickets, popcorn, and drinks. I grabbed my drink and ticket from him as we walked to where we’d hand over the ticket. After that they pointed us in the direction to where the movie was playing. When we got in there we sat down in the middle and Trevor had his arm around my shoulders. I had mostly forgotten about what had happened with my now ex boyfriend and ex best friend. Trevor is a big part of helping me forget it too. The movie started and I watched it intently. I always loved the hunger games series and have been wanting to see this movie. After the movie was over we went out going back to my house. “So, how did you like the movie?” Trevor asked as we got to my doorstep. “I loved it! I loved Lucy and Coryo’s actors a lot.” I said as we walked in. “That’s good but I have a surprise for you.” He said and I got really confused as he covered my eyes. “What’s happening?” I asked concern lacing my voice. “Just trust me. You’ll love it.” He said as he led me through the house and I’m guessing to the back porch because I could suddenly feel a breeze.
He took his hands away to reveal the back porch decorated with fairy lights and star ones trickling down the sides. My brothers were standing in the middle smiling. “What is this for?” I asked looking around with amazement. “We did it. Trevor got us to do it while you were out.” Luke said with a small smile. “Thank you boys.” I said with a smile to which they all replied with a you’re welcome. They suddenly left and Trevor held out his hand. “Dance with me?” He said with a joyful glint in his eyes. “Always.” I said smiling still taking his hand. He led me to the middle and put on a song. Lover by Taylor Swift. As the song started Trevor put his arms around my waist and I put mine around his neck and we started slow dancing. It got to a certain spot in the song that Trevor started singing it making me chuckle. “I’ve loved you three summers now, honey, but I want ‘em all.” He sung as he picked me up by the waist and spun me around gently. “Can I go where you go?” He said putting me down as we continued to dance. Suddenly we got close our noses touching and our lips just inches apart. “Can we always be this close forever and ever?” I said the lyrics and then we both leaned in more kissing. The kiss was gentle and soft. We both pulled apart leaning our foreheads against each other. The song ended and we smiled to each other. “I’ve been waiting to do that for forever.” Trevor told me. “You should’ve done it sooner.” I whispered as we now hugged. Today was great after I had actually gotten out of bed. All thanks to Trevor and the help of my brothers.
A/n: I’ve been having writers block so if this ain’t the best I’m sorry😭
⚡Anaheim Ducks Edge Oilers 6–5 in Thrilling Comeback | 닌자티비
The Anaheim Ducks delivered a night of pure excitement, rallying from behind to secure a 6–5 victory over the Edmonton Oilers at Honda Center. Fans witnessed a whirlwind of goals, momentum swings, and last-minute heroics that had everyone on the edge of their seats. Highlights from the game, including clutch scoring and key plays, were buzzing across platforms like 닌자티비, showing why hockey is one of the most electrifying sports to watch.
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🟠 Fast-Paced Start
Edmonton opened the scoring early with Jack Roslovic putting the Oilers ahead, quickly followed by Ryan Nugent-Hopkins on a power-play to make it 2–0. Anaheim responded with a goal of their own before the first intermission, keeping the game close. In the second period, Edmonton’s Zach Hyman and Evan Bouchard extended the lead, but Anaheim refused to let the game slip away.
🔥 Third Period Turnaround
The third period was pure Ducks magic. Leo Carlsson tied the game and added an assist, while Olen Zellweger helped spark the comeback. After Edmonton briefly regained the lead, rookie Beckett Sennecke struck to tie it again. Finally, Cutter Gauthier pounced on a rebound in the final minutes to give Anaheim the dramatic win, sending the crowd into jubilation.
🏆 Quenneville Hits 1,000 Wins
The victory was also historic for coach Joel Quenneville, who notched his 1,000th NHL career win, joining an elite group in league history. The night celebrated both team resilience and coaching excellence, marking a memorable chapter in Anaheim’s season.
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In a raucous return from the Olympic break, the Anaheim Ducks mounted a spectacular 6–5 comeback victory over the Edmonton Oilers at Honda Center, leaving fans buzzing well into the night. Down by two goals not once but twice, Anaheim kept battling back, eventually striking gold with a late winner and etching one of the season’s most memorable finishes. Highlights of the charge from critical goals to frantic shifts have been lighting up highlights and social streams like 👉닌자티비 ever since.
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The scoring started fast and furious. Edmonton struck first with a quick tally from Jack Roslovic, followed by a power‑play goal from Ryan Nugent‑Hopkins to make it 2–0. Anaheim clawed one back before the end of the period, but the Oilers kept momentum early in the second, with Zach Hyman and Evan Bouchard extending their advantage. It looked like Edmonton might run away with it, until the Ducks’ resilience began to shine in the third.
🔥 Ducks Turn Up the Heat
The third period was all Anaheim. Leo Carlsson, making his first appearance since the Olympics, tied the game with a big goal and added an assist, while Olen Zellweger helped spark the comeback. After Edmonton’s Matt Savoie briefly retook the lead, Ducks rookie Beckett Sennecke answered quickly with his 19th of the season to force the tie. With just over a minute to play, Cutter Gauthier pounced on a rebound to bury the winner, sending the sold‑out crowd into a frenzy.
🏆 Historic Night for Quenneville
On top of the wild win, the victory was a milestone for head coach Joel Quenneville, who notched his 1,000th NHL career victory, becoming only the second coach in league history to reach that mark. It was a night of both individual and team achievement, underscoring Anaheim’s grit and depth as they surge in the Pacific Division.
With big performances across the roster and momentum swinging into their next games, Ducks fans won’t soon forget this exhilarating 6–5 comeback over a high‑powered Oilers lineup.
