#beckett sennecke 45

[heartsforjh]

buying something they want but won’t buy for themselves

receiving

beckett

heyyy so… idk if this is actually good or not! i wrote it at like 3am yesterday and barely edited it. let’s hope! also random, but i hope Quinnifer is okay. i’m so scared rn. 💔

“Aww, look how cute that is, babe!” you exclaim, flipping the FaceTime camera to show your boyfriend, Beckett, a tiny stuffed duckling perched on a store shelf.

“Get it,” he says, casually.

You shake your head, bringing the camera back to your face with a small laugh. “Nah, it’s a stuffed animal. I don’t need it. It’s more of a want-it situation, you know?”

“Sure, sure,” he nods, pretending to understand. Truthfully, he has no idea what you’re talking about but he doesn’t mind—he loves your rambling.

“What was the next thing I was supposed to be getting for the new apartment again?” you ask, slightly scrunching your face in concentration as you try to remember.

Beckett chuckles at your expression, finding it adorable. “Soap, baby.”

Your eyes widen a little in realization. “Oh, yeah! Soap, that’s what I was getting!”

Beckett stays on FaceTime with you for the rest of your shopping trip, talking with you about random things to keep you company as he sits in his hotel room, wishing hockey wasn’t keeping him from being there.

When you finally return to your new apartment, you feel the weight of the day pressing down on you. Between the errands, the unpacking, and the exhaustion, even getting your key to work feels like a battle. Thankfully, before you can lose said battle, the door swings open, and Beckett meets your gaze with a soft smile.

“Hey, I’ve got it,” he says, stepping aside to let you in. “Don’t worry—it gave me trouble the first couple of times too.”

The deeper into the apartment you go and closer to your bed you get, the harder it is to keep going. You sigh, shoulders slumping, as the day catches up to you all at once.

“Are you okay? What’s the matter, baby?” Beckett asks, stepping in front of you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulls you close, letting you lean into him completely.

Another sigh escapes you. “I’m okay. Just… tired. Really tired.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “My poor baby. I’ve got something for you. And after that, we can cuddle—sound good?”

A small, sleepy smile creeps onto your face. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

He chuckles at the way your cheek is pressed up against his chest. “Come on, we have to move to the table.”

You groan, making no effort to move. Beckett only laughs and tightens his hold on you, carefully walking backward, steadying you as he guides you to the table. “Hey, look, honey.”

You lift your head, and your eyes land on a little pink basket sitting on the table. The exhaustion melts away as soon as you recognize what’s inside.

“The duck from the store!” you gasp, grabbing at the basket.

Beckett grins, watching you dig through the different items that are also in the basket. There’s the stuffed duckling, a throw blanket, a new cup, candy, and other small things that scream “you”.

“Awww Beckett!” you gush, holding up the duck for him to see again.

“I know—I bought it,” he reminds you, rubbing your back as you keep digging through the gifts. “Do you like them, baby?”

“I love them,” you say, clutching the blanket and duck to your chest. Without another word, you head straight to the bedroom, flopping onto the bed with your new treasures.

Beckett follows closely behind, his laughter filling the quiet room. He adjusts you on the bed, before crawling in beside you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your head.

“I’m sorry you had such a long day,” he says softly, his fingers gently running through your hair.

You nuzzle closer, letting out a content sigh. “It’s okay. I feel better now.”

His smile grows as he pulls the blanket over the both of you. “Yeah? Feeling better?”

You nod with a yawn, tucking your head into his neck. “Mhm. Thanks to you.”

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#45 - beckett sennecke

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pictures you have never seen of beckett because i took them !! pt.1 pictures you have never seen of beckett because i took them !! pt.2

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[heartsforjh]

Can you do physical touch with Beckett sennecke play fighting?

of course nonnie! i really hope you enjoy this one! i tried my best… 🥲

You and Beckett burst into his room, laughing. He had just picked you up from your house after hockey practice and brought you back to his place. Beckett heads over to his entertainment center to grab the tv remote while you walk over to your designated side of his bed. You start to climb up, but before you can something on the floor catches your eye.

You pick up the small, white, rectangle and flip it over. You’re met with the familiar picture of you and Beckett’s smiling faces on a ski trip that you took to colorado last winter. You know it’s Beckett’s favorite photo that he usually keeps on his night stand.

“Wow,” you say, half-joking, “so you hate me now?”

Beckett glances over, immediately noticing the picture in your hands. He walks over and gently takes it from you, carefully propping it back up against his lamp. “Ugh. I don’t hate you. My stupid fan keeps knocking it over.”

“It’d help if you, I don’t know, actually got a picture frame for it,” you tease, placing your hand on your hip as you watch him adjust it.

He shoots you a playful glare. “I know. I’m working on it. Where the fuck do you just find picture frames?”

You blink at him, concerned. “Beckett, honey, you cannot be serious. Picture frames are literally everywhere.”

“What?! No, they’re not! I’ve looked! I was even going to buy some of those little fake flowers and glue them on to surprise you!”

Your expression softens. “Aww, you were gonna make me a picture frame?”

“No,” he says with a small laugh, wrapping his arms around your waist. “It’s for MY picture of us. I was gonna let you look at it, though.”

You laugh, shaking your head at his bluntness. “Oh, great. Thanks for the honor of looking at it. But seriously Becky, you need a frame. If not, the picture is gonna get ruined sooner or later.”

“I know baby! You’ve mentioned it a hundred times!” he groans, dramatically rolling his eyes.

“Oh, wow! So, you actually do hate me.” you reply, feigning offense.

Beckett gives you a playfully exhausted look. “I do not hate you.”

“Then why are you annoyed with me? You’re annoyed, aren’t you? Admit it.” You’re not serious, of course, but you can’t help egging him on a little to see his reaction.

Beckett laughs, his arms tightening around your waist as he picks you up. “I’m not annoyed with you. It’s just frustrating when you keep saying I hate you, cuz I don’t. I love you.”

“Frustrating? I frustrate you now?”

“Nooo, no. That's not what I meant. This conversation is frustrating,” he says, clearly thinking he’s saving himself.

“Wow. So, you’re frustrated just talking to me? Are you gonna confess that you want me to die next, Beckett?”

He bursts out laughing. “Babe, you’re about to get body-slammed.”

Your eyes widen. “Body-slammed? Your girlfriend is telling you she feels unloved, and your response is violence against her?”

“Yep,” he replies simply, lifting you higher before practically jumping onto the bed with you in his arms.

You yelp as he drops you both onto the mattress, but before you can say anything, he gets on his knees and starts lightly fake-punching you, giving added sound effects and everything.

“Beckett, stop! Leave me alone!” you whine through your laughter, shoving him back just enough to send him flying off the bed with a loud thud.

Your gasp is immediate. “Babe! Are you okay?”

Beckett sits up, rubbing the back of his head, glaring at you with faux seriousness. “What the fuck, babe?! You just tried to kill me.”

“I’m sorry! It was an accident!” you plead, barely holding back your laughter but also feeling bad.

He squints at you. “Oh, I’m definitely not leaving you alone now.”

He flops back onto the bed, landing right on top of you, his full weight pinning you down.

“Beckett!” you wheeze. “Get off! You’re crushing me!”

“Nope.”

“Beck, seriously!”

He just grins, snuggling into you even closer. “You tried to kill me, so now you’re stuck here. Be a good pillow and stop squirming.”

He grabs the tv remote again, clearly starting to settle in. Realizing there’s no escape, you sigh and relax into him. “You’re really annoying, you know that?”

“I love you too.” he says, smirking as he flicks on the tv.

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[heartsforjh]

don’t usually post my edits, probably not gonna start, but this is my (late-ish) birthday post for beckett! the watermark is in fact from my editing acct on tik tok, i’m not an edit stealer guys 😭

happy birthday Senny 🙏