don't you ever grow up
pairing(s) beckett sennecke x fem!reader
summary: beckett and yn throughout the years falling in love with each other.
warning(s): none. just some pure teeth rotting fluff :)
wc: 2.3k
an: hi loves!! new fic about a new pookie!! Beckett!! ughhhh I love this fic so much. I was inspired by a Taylor swift song..no surprise here!! i loved writing this so much, its so sweet and cute. I wasn't too sure how to write Beckett, so I just kinda went with it LOL. also I love the header I made, its just so?? cute LOL! anyways! I hope you enjoy, like and reblog if you do! more coming very soon! let me know if you have ideas for me! much love as always.
happy reading <3
12 years old
“Yn!! Put your bike up, it's time for dinner!” I hear my mom shouting from the front yard of our house. Letting out a deep sigh, I sadly slowly turned myself around. I was just getting to a good part of my ride mom, I thought to myself as I made my way back to our house.
Pink and purple clouds litter the sky, summer nights in Canada were always so beautiful, the clouds kinda look like cotton candy? I wonder what flavors they taste like, I think to myself as I continue to ride down the street. My mind is so captured by the cotton candy colored clouds and the way the ground feels beneath my bike, that I forget that I'm riding a bike, before I feel myself crashing into something.
As soon as I know it, I'm laying straight on my back in the middle of the sidewalk. I turn my head to the side to see my pink sparkly bike turned upside down on its side. I lean myself up slightly to see something I ran into, happens to be a boy?
“Oh my gosh” the boy says, scrabbling to his feet, his helmet on his head crooked from the crash.
“Are you hurt, do you need 911?” he asks me, dropping his knees beside me.
“Im okay, i don't need 911” i giggle
“Good, i thought i killed you” he says, offering me a hand pulling me to my feet
“Thank you '' I say, dusting myself off from the crash, fully taking in the boy in front of me, his short brown hair sticking out from his helmet, his blue eyes softly shining in the evening sun.
“Do you have a concussion? You're looking at me kinda weird” he asks, waving his hand in front of my face.
“Im okay, im okay” i say quickly, embarrassed that he caught me looking at him
“Okay, I'm very sorry for running into you, I was looking at the clouds..” he trails off, as he pushes my bike towards me from the grass.
“Do you think they look like cotton candy?” i ask smiling
“I WAS THINKING THAT” he laughs
“ME TOO” I say laughing back at him, as I get on my bike, the nameless boy doing the same.
“So what's your name” i ask as we start to slowly pettle our way down the sidewalk
“Beckett” he says,
“you?” he asks turning to me
“Yn”
“So yn” he says looking forward, “What do you think the cotton candy clouds taste like?”
14 years old.
“FIRST DAY OF HIGHSCHOOL HOW ARE WE FEELING?” Beckett yells beside me from the backseat of his moms car.
“I'd feel much better if you were not yelling in my ear at 8 in the morning” sending him a tight lipped smile.
“Sorry sorry… im just excited and nervous” he says
“Why are you nervous?” i ask confused by his statement
“What if no one likes me? Or or i hate the classes i have” he rambles
“Beckett, you're probably already the most popular boy in our grade and you haven't even stepped foot into the school, you're going to be just fine '' I say, resting my hand on his leg in an attempt to calm him down.
“You always know how to make everything better. What would I do without you?” he says, smiling at me.
“You'd go crazy probably” i laugh, “don't ever think about replacing me” i say teasingly
“I could never, no one could replace my best girl”
Best girl?? Oh gosh, is this car getting hot or is it me?
“Come one, thing one and thing two” Beckett's mom says from the front seat, before she opens her door. We quickly grab our bags, getting out of the car.
“Okay come on you two! Picture time!” she says smiling, holding her phone out in front of her, ready for the picture
“Mom. Are you serious?” Beckett whines from beside me, a quick elbow jab to his side quickly shuts him up.
“Ow!” he yelps
“Shut up and take the picture you big baby”
“Yes ma’am” he says rubbing his side dramatically
“Okay get closer! Act like you two love each other” she says
Beckett and I huddle in closer together upon his moms request, feeling his arm wrap around my waist, my heart rate picking up at the feeling. Snap out of it yn get it together. It's just your 14 year old hormones.
“OKAY 1 2 3!” his moms shouts from us, snapping out of my daydream, i cast a big smile on my lips for the picture.
“Awwwww!! You two look so cute. Ugh please don't ever grow up you guys!!” she says before pulling us into a hug with each of her arms.
“Okay” she says pulling back, “have the best first day ever! I love you both, beckett please watch out for yn”
“Always mom, always gotta look after my best girl” he says, slinging an arm around my shoulder, as we walk up the stairs of the school, with a smile on my face that can be seen across the world.
Not knowing how the first day of highschool would go for the next four years, but what I did know was that I was in love with my best friend.
16 years old.
Today is the day of the sophomore formal. My hands couldn't help but shake as I touched and fixed my hair for the 300th time in the last 5 minutes. Staring at myself in the mirror as I run my hands along my dress, in an attempt to smooth out the non existent wrinkles.
“Yn honey how's it going in there?” i hear my mom call out from the other side of the door
“Good..just looking over everything!” I say, taking a deep breath and one last look at myself before I open the door.
Slowly walking out, seeing my mom standing in the doorway, her hand moving to cover her mouth as she stares at me.
“How do I look?” I nervously ask my hands running to lay with the fabric of my dress.
“Oh baby, you look stunning. Beckett won't be able to keep his eyes off of you the whole night.” she says to me, her voicing cracking with emotion
“Really?”
“Yes really, you look beautiful” running a hand across my cheek, as she looks at me
“Gosh i didnt think id get this emotional” she rasps out
“Okay let's go downstairs, and get some pictures! Beckett should be here any-” the noise of the doorbell cuts her off
“Speak of the devil, there he is!” she turns to me with a smile, “okay you wait up here and then i'll tell you when to come down, okay?”
Nodding my head in agreement, as she begins to make sure way downstairs. My voice feels like it's caught in my throat as I stand there. My nerves start to rise again at the thought of Beckett seeing me all dressed up. Oh gosh what if he thinks i look bad, and doesn't want to go with me anymore??
“Yn, honey are you ready?” my mom calls from the bottom of the stairs
“Yeah, coming!”I shout, now or never I think to myself, taking one last deep breath before heading down the stairs.
My slow steps only add to the building nerves that I already have in my body. My head remains low as I walk down the stairs, scared to look up and see everyones eyes on me. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, slowly bringing my head up, locking eyes with a suited up, wide eyed beckett.
“Hi” i whisper softly
“You look so beautiful” he says instantly
“Thank you, you look handsome” I say, a nervous smile spreading across my face.
“Here these flowers are for you '' Beckett says, holding out the most beautiful bouquet of flowers i've ever seen in front of me.
“These are so beautiful, thank you”
“You're welcome, always gotta do the best for my best girl” he says with a smile
Best girl. Best girl. Best girl.
“Okay, come on love birds, picture time!” my mom says from beside us, beckett quickly moving to grab my hand and part of my dress as i walk out the door. Flashing him a smile as we head outside
“Okay, act like you two love each other!” becketts mom says from beside mine, standing in front of us, as they hold their phones out.
Becketts arm finds my waist, as mine finds his, looking at each other with soft smiles before turning back towards the camera.
“1 2 3!” my mom says
“Oh! They look so darling!! How cute!” our moms say, as they look at the pictures
“Okay another one!”
Quickly moving back into picture formation, putting a smile on my face ready for the picture, just as my mom is counting down I feel becketts lips pressing against the side of my head, right as the picture is taken.
Heat flows through my body once he pulls away, a smile dancing across his lips as he looks down at me.
“You look beautiful” he says once again to me
“When you look at me like that, i feel like i am” i say
“Good, my best girl should always feel like that”
Not knowing what his best girl means as he pulls me towards his car, but I do know that I'm falling more and more in love with him each day.
18 years old.
It's the day of becketts draft. My hands are shaking as I sit next to his mom. I couldn't be more proud of him, all of the hard work and dedication he's put in to get to this point, I could be more proud. As much as I am proud of him, I can't help but feel waves of nervousness and selfishness flow through my body.
Where will Beckett be drafted at, how far will he be from his friends, family and me? What team will he go to, what number will he pick? All those thoughts are flowing through my head as I sit silently next to his mom, who's talking to his father.
I see Beckett lean forward to get my attention, matching his movements I lean forward looking at him.
“Are you okay?” he mouths to me
I send him a quick smile and thumbs up before settling back into my seat, just as I do the lights start to dim, signaling that the draft is starting. Taking a deep breath before directing my attention to the stage, it's now or nothing.
Beckett was projected to be the 10th or 12th draft pick, so hearing his name being called as the 3rd overall draft pick from the Anaheim Ducks sounded like a fever dream to everyone in the crowd, especially beckett. Who rises from his seat, with a shocked look on his face. His jaw dropped as he turned to his dad, who pulled him into a hug. Making his way down the aisle to his mom, doing the same with her.
My hands are shaking as I stand up, I can't help but start to cry, as Beckett wraps his arms around me, pulling me into the tightest hug ever. pulling back quickly before I even have a chance to speak, he's making his way down the aisle towards the stage. His mom brings me into her arms as we lean into each other crying at the sight of our boy walking across the stage.
I didn't see Beckett for the rest of the draft, he seemed to be whisked away by reporters and the media for pictures or questions. At the end of the draft, his family and I are led into the back of the arena into a room, with ducks reporters, and right in the middle of the crowd stands beckett. Dressed in a ducks jersey and hat, stands the smiling boy.
As soon as he sees his parents, he makes a beeline straight towards them, pulling them back into tight hugs as they whisper sweet things to him. I stand back witnessing the sweet moment between him and his family, with a smile on my face. Pulling away from his mom, his eyes catch mine, making his way towards me, pulling me off my feet into a hug.
“ im so proud of you” i say to him as he settles me back on my feet
“I can't believe this, this is so crazy” he says
“I know, i'm so so proud of you my little duck” i say tugging on his new found jersey
“I couldn't have done it without my best girl” he says looking down at me, our eyes locked together with so much force and love?
Before I even know what's happening, becketts face is moving closer and closer to mine, and before I know it his lips are meeting mine in a sweet kiss. My hands grab his face, pulling myself into his lips. A smile spreads across his face when he pulls away, my hands still resting on his face, as I look at him in shock.
“I've wanted to do that since I was 12 years old, I don't know what took me so long,” he says to me.
“But what I do know” he continues “is that i never want to go another year or day or week without it” before connecting our lips back together once again.
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