#oshawa

[russellstyles]

one two three

Bloor St W, Oshawa, Ontario, Canada

[389]

by Jozef Tomaszewski Oshawa, Ontario Canada

[cripplybee]

Fatass alcoholic junkie Oshawott....

[rockiest-road]

based on the ask:

fic request!!! one of ur faves w fluff <3

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joy to the world | beckett sennecke x gf!reader

❄︎ summary: beckett visits his girlfriend and decorates her dorm, since he can’t let her be alone for christmas.

❄︎ pairing: beckett sennecke x reader

❄︎ content: fluff

❄︎ word count: 1k

❄︎ warnings: none

❄︎ tags: @Summert158 @lekkerfrikandelletje @macklinsgirlfriend @joesnumerouno @heartsforjh @silverxxs-world

❄︎ note: this came to me in a dream

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚

beckett stood outside in the freezing toronto air, a bag of tinsel and lights in the crook of his elbow, and a little tree at his feet. his phone was in his hand, texting y/n, telling her that he was almost to her dorm. it was a crisp december afternoon, and the campus of the university of toronto was quieter than usual with most students either home for the holidays or hibernating after final exams. the tinsel crinkled as he adjusted the bag again, the sound blending with the distant jingle of bells from a salvation army volunteer by the student union.

he stomped the snow off of his boots as he pocketed his phone, picking the little tree up. he went inside the building and began to trudge up the stairs. why does she have to live on the fifth floor?

he set the tree down again and knocked on the heavy wooden door. “y/n! i’m here!”

A few moments later, the glass door to the dorm swung open, and y/n stepped out, wearing fluffy slippers, plaid pj pants, and one of the hoodies the ducks had given beckett. so that’s where that went. her cheeks were flushed from the cold, and her hair tumbled out from within her pink flower claw clip.

“beckett!” she exclaimed, practically leaping into his arms. “i missed you so much”

“i missed you more.”

“you didn’t need to bring all that. they have extra stuff downstairs.”

beckett grinned, his eyes sparkling. “what kind of boyfriend would i be if i let my girl have leftovers for christmas? plus,” he added, holding up the ornament bag, “my mom got some extras from the network, wanted you to have them.”

y/n rolled her eyes, but she was smiling as she reached up on tiptoe to kiss him. “your mom is too nice to me.”

inside her dorm, the warmth hit them instantly, along with the faint smell of peppermint tea from the kettle on the desk. y/n’s room was small but cozy, with a twin bed, a cluttered desk, and a bookshelf crammed with novels and textbooks. a little cactus sat on the desk by the lamp, a bow on top of it. a strand of dim fairy lights hung crookedly over the window, and her roommate’s side of the room was conspicuously bare—she had gone back to home the week before.

beckett set the tree on the floor in front of the window. “is this good?”

“i can’t believe you brought me a tree.”

“you doubt me so much, dear.”

“so what’s the vision?”

“well, i brought some tinsel, some ornaments, some lights, and the tree.”

“is this the good tinsel?”

“if you’re asking if it will fall apart within minutes,” he began, getting a bundle of lights out of the bag, “then, i hope not.”

y/n grabbed the plug and stuck it into the nearest outlet. the lights flickered hesitantly before glowing a steady rainbow.

“success!” beckett said, draping them over his shoulders like a glowing scarf. “how do i look?”

“like rudolph threw up on you,” she said, smirking. “help me hang them on the tree?”

together, they looped the lights around the branches, the christmas tree shining like a star.

“beckett?”

“yes, love?”

“did you bring a star?”

“of course i did.”

he placed the brass star on top of the tree, making sure it was perfectly balanced.

“there’s extra lights. want to hang them around the room?”

“that sounds nice.”

they worked together, stretching the lights across the top of the frame and securing them with bits of tape. beckett, taller by a little under a foot, handled the higher corners while y/n adjusted the placement. when they were done, the room had a cheerful glow that softened the winter gray outside.

their attention turned back to the tree. it was a small artificial one, barely three feet tall.

“this thing’s tiny,” beckett remarked. “you sure it’s not a centerpiece for a dining table?”

y/n rolled her eyes. “you bought it! besides, it’s not about size; it’s about spirit.”

beckett smirked. “that’s what she said.”

she swatted his arm, laughing. “you’re impossible.”

as they decorated, beckett told her stories about christmas growing up, how his mom always went overboard with the decorations, turning their house into something out of a hallmark movie, all in the name of divine design. y/n shared how her family in vancouver usually spent christmas skiing in whistler, though this year, she’d opted to stay on campus to avoid her brother.

“i hate how he’s the golden child. it’s just because he’s a guy.”

“what makes you say that?”

“he’s high school drop out. he lives in the basement and smokes all day.”

“oh.”

“he plays valorant.”

“oh.”

“i can’t stand him.”

“so, you miss home?” beckett asked as he handed her a glittery ornament shaped like a snowflake.

“a little,” she admitted, hanging it carefully on the tree. “but i don’t mind being here. it’s quieter. and now that you’re here, it’s even better.”

beckett paused, his fingers brushing a strand of tinsel. “i’m glad i came,” he said softly. “i was worried the travel would be too much with practice and all, but... this feels right.”

y/n smiled at him, her eyes warm. “it does.”

by the time they finished, the room looked festive and cozy. the little tree sparkled with mismatched ornaments, the lights glowed softly, and a string of tinsel framed the bookshelf. y/n lit a peppermint candle, and the sweet, spicy scent filled the room.

beckett flopped onto her bed, hands behind his head. “not bad, babe. we could give my mom a run for her money.”

y/n sat beside him, leaning back against the wall. “thanks for helping. it wouldn’t have been the same without you.”

he turned his head to look at her, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “what can i say? i’m a man of many talents.”

she laughed, then leaned down to kiss him, the soft glow of the christmas lights casting their shadows on the wall. for a moment, it didn’t matter that he’d be back in oshawa soon or that she had exams looming. all that mattered was this—a quiet, perfect moment with the person who made it feel like christmas, no matter where they were.

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my son is so precious. sweetie, stay away from trevor zegras he will ruin your sweet innocence

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fic request!!! one of ur faves w fluff <3

joy to the world | beckett sennecke x gf!reader

❄︎ summary: beckett visits his girlfriend and decorates her dorm, since he can’t let her be alone for christmas.

❄︎ pairing: beckett sennecke x reader

❄︎ content: fluff

❄︎ word count: 1k

❄︎ warnings: none

❄︎ tags: @Summert158 @lekkerfrikandelletje

❄︎ note: this came to me in a dream

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚

beckett stood outside in the freezing toronto air, a bag of tinsel and lights in the crook of his elbow, and a little tree at his feet. his phone was in his hand, texting y/n, telling her that he was almost to her dorm. it was a crisp december afternoon, and the campus of the university of toronto was quieter than usual with most students either home for the holidays or hibernating after final exams. the tinsel crinkled as he adjusted the bag again, the sound blending with the distant jingle of bells from a salvation army volunteer by the student union.

he stomped the snow off of his boots as he pocketed his phone, picking the little tree up. he went inside the building and began to trudge up the stairs. why does she have to live on the fifth floor?

he set the tree down again and knocked on the heavy wooden door. “y/n! i’m here!”

A few moments later, the glass door to the dorm swung open, and y/n stepped out, wearing fluffy slippers, plaid pj pants, and one of the hoodies the ducks had given beckett. so that’s where that went. her cheeks were flushed from the cold, and her hair tumbled out from within her pink flower claw clip.

“beckett!” she exclaimed, practically leaping into his arms. “i missed you so much”

“i missed you more.”

“you didn’t need to bring all that. they have extra stuff downstairs.”

beckett grinned, his eyes sparkling. “what kind of boyfriend would i be if i let my girl have leftovers for christmas? plus,” he added, holding up the ornament bag, “my mom got some extras from the network, wanted you to have them.”

y/n rolled her eyes, but she was smiling as she reached up on tiptoe to kiss him. “your mom is too nice to me.”

inside her dorm, the warmth hit them instantly, along with the faint smell of peppermint tea from the kettle on the desk. y/n’s room was small but cozy, with a twin bed, a cluttered desk, and a bookshelf crammed with novels and textbooks. a little cactus sat on the desk by the lamp, a bow on top of it. a strand of dim fairy lights hung crookedly over the window, and her roommate’s side of the room was conspicuously bare—she had gone back to home the week before.

beckett set the tree on the floor in front of the window. “is this good?”

“i can’t believe you brought me a tree.”

“you doubt me so much, dear.”

“so what’s the vision?”

“well, i brought some tinsel, some ornaments, some lights, and the tree.”

“is this the good tinsel?”

“if you’re asking if it will fall apart within minutes,” he began, getting a bundle of lights out of the bag, “then, i hope not.”

y/n grabbed the plug and stuck it into the nearest outlet. the lights flickered hesitantly before glowing a steady rainbow.

“success!” beckett said, draping them over his shoulders like a glowing scarf. “how do i look?”

“like rudolph threw up on you,” she said, smirking. “help me hang them on the tree?”

together, they looped the lights around the branches, the christmas tree shining like a star.

“beckett?”

“yes, love?”

“did you bring a star?”

“of course i did.”

he placed the brass star on top of the tree, making sure it was perfectly balanced.

“there’s extra lights. want to hang them around the room?”

“that sounds nice.”

they worked together, stretching the lights across the top of the frame and securing them with bits of tape. beckett, taller by a little under a foot, handled the higher corners while y/n adjusted the placement. when they were done, the room had a cheerful glow that softened the winter gray outside.

their attention turned back to the tree. it was a small artificial one, barely three feet tall.

“this thing’s tiny,” beckett remarked. “you sure it’s not a centerpiece for a dining table?”

y/n rolled her eyes. “you bought it! besides, it’s not about size; it’s about spirit.”

beckett smirked. “that’s what she said.”

she swatted his arm, laughing. “you’re impossible.”

as they decorated, beckett told her stories about christmas growing up, how his mom always went overboard with the decorations, turning their house into something out of a hallmark movie, all in the name of divine design. y/n shared how her family in vancouver usually spent christmas skiing in whistler, though this year, she’d opted to stay on campus to avoid her brother.

“i hate how he’s the golden child. it’s just because he’s a guy.”

“what makes you say that?”

“he’s high school drop out. he lives in the basement and smokes all day.”

“oh.”

“he plays valorant.”

“oh.”

“i can’t stand him.”

“so, you miss home?” beckett asked as he handed her a glittery ornament shaped like a snowflake.

“a little,” she admitted, hanging it carefully on the tree. “but i don’t mind being here. it’s quieter. and now that you’re here, it’s even better.”

beckett paused, his fingers brushing a strand of tinsel. “i’m glad i came,” he said softly. “i was worried the travel would be too much with practice and all, but... this feels right.”

y/n smiled at him, her eyes warm. “it does.”

by the time they finished, the room looked festive and cozy. the little tree sparkled with mismatched ornaments, the lights glowed softly, and a string of tinsel framed the bookshelf. y/n lit a peppermint candle, and the sweet, spicy scent filled the room.

beckett flopped onto her bed, hands behind his head. “not bad, babe. we could give my mom a run for her money.”

y/n sat beside him, leaning back against the wall. “thanks for helping. it wouldn’t have been the same without you.”

he turned his head to look at her, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “what can i say? i’m a man of many talents.”

she laughed, then leaned down to kiss him, the soft glow of the christmas lights casting their shadows on the wall. for a moment, it didn’t matter that he’d be back in oshawa soon or that she had exams looming. all that mattered was this—a quiet, perfect moment with the person who made it feel like christmas, no matter where they were.

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