i love hockey so much. if u have ever seen me post ab something a hockay au of it probably lives in my head. all my favorite characters have been legally assigned a hockey team. hockey is the thread tying my life together
Maybe before Beckett and Hazel started dating one of the other ducks players would flirt with her during the weekly questions for TikTok and Beckett is just so annoyed with it bc even though they aren’t “together” yet that’s HIS GIRL!!!! a little bit of drama if you know what I mean
does he know? -> beckett x hazel 💌🌸✨
"does he know that i want you so bad?" does he know, one direction
pairing: beckett sennecke x hazel
summary: beckett is tired of the guys flirting with his girl...
warning(s): cursing
author's note: omg BYE I WAS LIKE when can i start the drama 👀 i already have ideas for a breakup LMFAOO
wc: 1.4k
He shouldn’t feel like this—not after only knowing her for a couple weeks, not after only going on three dates with the girl—but watching his teammates flirt with her, day after day, knowing that he and Hazel are—at least in Beckett’s mind—a thing, made him feel…I don’t know, upset? Angry? Jealous? Sure he’s never really told the guys that he’s with Hazel, and honestly, he doesn’t even know if Hazel thinks that they’re together, but to Beckett, that was his girl—in the least territorial way ever.
“Beck!” Trevor shouted, skating over to the bench where Beckett was standing, dousing his face with cold water.
“Hey, Trev,” Beckett responded, lowering the water bottle and facing the older boy.
“You okay?” he laughed, clapping his back.
Beckett wondered what prompted Trevor to ask that. Did he put his pants on backwards again, or maybe he was wearing the wrong helmet, or, oh shit, was he supposed to be doing laps right now? Beckett looked around curiously, and then did another look confusedly, no one was doing laps. Okay, maybe he was okay then. But then why was Trevor talking to him?
“Uh,” Beckett stammered. “I think I’m okay…” he trailed off, his mind racing with ideas on why he’s probably not okay. If I think I’m okay, but everyone else thinks I’m not okay, then that should mean that they cancel each other out and that I am okay? Or does that mean that I’m not okay? Fuck, now I’m confused.
Trevor laughed loudly, his shoulders shaking as Beckett stood in front of him awkwardly. “You’re disassociating as fuck right now.”
Before Beckett could ask Trevor how he learned that word—because let’s be real, despite Trevor attending college for a year, he didn’t know many words—Olen skated up to the two boys, grabbing a water bottle from the bench.
“Zelly, riddle me this—”
“For fucks sake, did you just say ‘riddle me this,’ Zeegs?” Olen chuckled.
Trevor waved him off, continuing his ramble. “Riddle me this!” he said louder, trying to drown out Olen and Beckett’s laughter. “Becky here is falling for the media girl.”
Beckett scoffed, throwing his hands in the air. “No, I’m not!”
“You totally are,” Trevor replied. “You were watching her set up her little tripod for the last five minutes.”
“No way, Beck,” Olen chuckled.
“I don’t like her like that,” he argued. He didn’t even know why he was arguing with them. Everything they were saying was completely factual. He does like Hazel. Hazel has been one of the best people he’s met since coming here, but for some reason, he just couldn’t admit it to them. Maybe it was the way he felt like he had to be mature coming to the Ducks, I mean, he’s in the NHL now. He should act like it, but at the same time, he kind of just wanted to look cool around them.
Was admitting that he liked Hazel deemed uncool, though? He wasn’t sure.
“Oh,” Trevor nodded dramatically. “So you don’t mind that Cut’s over there flirting with your girl?”
Beckett whipped around, faster than he would like to admit, and came face to face with the exact scene Trevor had described. There Cutter was, making Hazel laugh. He had no right to make Hazel laugh like that. Was it even funny? Was she laughing out of pity because she’s just that nice? Was this her way of telling him to leave her alone, by indulging in his stupid jokes and unfunny references? What could he even be saying that was making her laugh that way?
Hazel’s shoulders shook uncontrollably, laughing so hard she might even pee her pants. Amanda, the other intern working social media with her, laughing equally as hard.
“The Lakers are not what LAK in hockey stands for,” Cutter laughed as Amanda snorted loudly, prompting more chuckles from the three.
“How was I supposed to know!” Hazel shouted, small shiny tears rimming her eyes.
“I don’t know, you work in hockey?” Cutter replied. “But at least we know you’re not a Kings fan,” he smirked, knocking his shoulder against hers.
“Cool down, bro. You look like you’re gonna pop a vein,” Trevor laughed as Beckett watched the three of them.
“What could he possibly be saying that is that funny?” Beckett scoffed, squeezing more water into his mouth.
“Here’s an idea: why don’t you go over there and tell him to back the fuck off your girl?” Trevor suggested. Trevor always made rash decisions, and every single time, they backfired. But this one didn’t sound too bad. But also, this is Beckett Sennecke we’re talking about. The boy trips over his own two feet and stumbles over simple phrases like The Cat in the Hat. He couldn’t give Cutter a piece of his mind even if he wanted to.
And he wanted to so badly, or at least walk over there and kiss the shit out of Hazel right in front of the guy.
“She’s not my girl, Trev,” Beckett sighed.
“Yeah, but you want her to be. So, just do it,” he shrugged as if it was so easy. For Trevor, maybe. Trevor could get any girl he wanted by just sending a look there way. But again, this is Beckett Sennecke we’re talking about. He was the literal embodiment of a loser. “C’mon, we’re doing the stupid question thing again. Go over there and get your fuckin’ girl.”
Beckett rolled his eyes, but followed the older boy’s lead. He strode over to the tunnel where the interviews were taking place. He read the whiteboard that listed this week’s question. “If you had any superpower, what would it be?”
He listened to all of the boys’ responses before it was Cutter’s turn. He smirked at the camera, and then smirked at Hazel, like he knew that his answer would incite something in her. Beckett’s stomach churned, watching Cutter eye Hazel like he wanted her in not-so-innocent ways.
Cutter mulled the question over before giving his response. “Teleportation, definitely.”
“Why?” Hazel prompted.
Cutter smiled and it made Beckett’s body go scolding hot with envy. Beckett wasn’t even a jealous person, or maybe he’s never liked any girl enough to become jealous of a guy talking to them, but right now, he felt like he could burn a hole in a wall just from one look—maybe that could be his superpower, he thought.
“So I could take this pretty girl I know anywhere she wants.”
What the fuck? Beckett’s entire body lurched, not even sure if he heard the guy correctly. But by the way Cutter was smirking at his girl, Beckett could tell that he heard the guy loud and clear.
“You just gonna let him say that, Beck?” Olen teased.
No the fuck he wasn’t.
Walking forward, Beckett met Hazel’s gaze and it was like his body fell back into a safe, normal temperature. She smiled at him and it felt different. It felt different from the way she smiled at Mason, and the way she smiled at Leo, and even the way she smiled at Cutter. It felt warm and giddy and real and genuine and—it felt like Hazel, like his Hazel.
“Beckster.”
“Haze.”
It was like he was gravitating towards her. He wanted to talk to her and ask her a million questions. He wanted to ask for her thoughts on the third book in the Off Campus series; if she was tired from standing all day; if she was hungry, or if she wanted him to grab her a snack from his duffle bag, knowing that she hates the ones the nutritionist provides. “I appreciate the healthiness, like do your job, sis, but like…we really need some junk food around here, you know? Like at least some potato chips or something.”
“This will probably be the most important question you’ll hear all day,” she grinned, tilting her head up to look at Beckett.
“Oh, definitely,” he smiled back, and it was like a charge of electricity was tying them together, like something magnetic was keeping them close, unrippable without force. It felt right, like he had no reason to be jealous of Cutter or anyone else on the team because they didn’t connect with Hazel—-not the way Beckett did. They could make her laugh, smile, god forbid they make her cry, but it’ll always be Beckett that she comes back to, and it'll always be Hazel that he wants.
“What superpower do you want, Beck?”
He gazed at her, a playful smirk spreading across his face, and said, "I’d make it rain potato chips.”
yourusername touch down in michigan town to see our boy milo for the first time!!! Trev is having a blast to have someone with the same mental capacity around
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jamiedrysdale don’t be getting any ideas 😯
usahockey ❤️🤍💙
anaheimducks lil 11’s soon?
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jackhughes so you’ll visit milo but not me?
↳ trevorzegras yes
alexturcotte I’m coming!!!
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elblue6 our first off season guests got to be one of the first to meet our rory 💓 they look good with a baby, eh?
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anaheimducks mama hughes convince them!!!
yourusername nice try!
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trevorzegras 👀
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jackhughes anything to get you off my back
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trevorzegras it’s a milo day
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yourusername everyday is a milo day 🤎
njdevils um no the little one is ours thanks
↳ umichhockey i think you’ll find he was ours first
colecaufield did he teach you your abc’s this week?
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lhughes_06 milo & rory are loving the new babysitters
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yourusername 🥹 lu you guys just have the best kids
quinnhughes_ parenting looks good on them, no?
sonnymilano little zeegs pending?
anaheimducks c’mon give the people what they want!!
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A professional skier sponsored by red bull
She is a park skier and awesome at it
Born in 2005
Grew up in Colorado with her auntie and uncle for most of her life to progress with her skiing
Lived in a small town called Revelstoke for two years when she was 15 with a billeting family. She is very close with their son and daughter.
Also very close with Trevor, Griffin, and Ava, Also with her mum and dad, although they are hard on her.
She loves being outdoors and loves backcountry skiing when she is not in the park.
Her all time favourite mountain is still revelstoke or whistler.
She loves Diet Coke Caesar salad and Fries.
She would love to create a ski and hiking brand for girls for cuter but sustainable and practical options. Her dream!!!
She met gabe at college at a party after he saved her from some strange guy, he then recognised her as she was talking to the Hughes sister and is well known in the hockey world as a sister of Trevor.
She is very close to Astrid Hughes as they would spend every summer together at the Hughes lake house for most of her life.
She is also very close with Quinn, Luke, and Jack. Mostly Jack as he is like a big brother for her as they have struggled with similar things and the can confide with each other.
She is also close to matty beniers he’s like an older brother for her. As Trevor and him have been friends forever.
mooch literally comes into her parents room and stands there and there like ‘???? mooch baby are u feeling ok???’ and shes just like ‘did you know everyones saying zeegs is dating a tiktoker ‘and then she drinks jims water and walks out
"Quinn!" someone yells into the tavern, kicking the door open. Dawson spins around on his stool at the same time as Quinn absolutely groans, dropping his head until his chin smacks his chest. "I knew it!"
Jack strides into the Electric Eel, two familiar suspects nipping at his heels. One is quite short, even by 18th-century standards, but power coils through his muscles. Even so, he offers a quirky, freckled grin. Arber catches it and waves back. The other person is slightly taller than Jack and looks even more like a drowned rat, if that were possible. Tattoos wind around one of his arms, clearly patchwork and done by some sailor with little experience but enough gunpowder and imagination to make it work.
"I told you!" Jack continues his chatterboxing, the short pirate taking the seat to Arber's right and the taller one leaving an empty spot between the short one and his own seat, presumably for Jack. "I told you that if Cole and I were both here, Old Mallard would show!"
Quinn bustles back to behind the counter, getting two beers for Jack, who only now takes his seat between his two friends, and the short pirate, Cole. He then fishes under the cabinet to pull out some whiskey, rolling his eyes as he slides the entire bottle to the man on the far end. "Trevor, if you cause a fucking scene again, I will personally kill you," he warns.
"You got it, boss," Trevor mock-salutes, already opening the bottle and taking a long gulp before vaguely pretending it's not burning his throat on the way down. Cole gives him a puzzled look that reads okay, tough guy.
"And I'll make it even better for you," the tavern owner bargains. "You can pick the hand I beat the fuck out of you with." He smirks, his gaze still dead inside as he stares Trevor down - he flexes his fingers on the neck of the bottle, chuckling awkwardly.
"Can we watch?" Cole now pipes up, sunny as ever.
Jack bursts into laughter. "And be next?" He wheezes for air. "Well, you'd be next. I'd get Mom to protect me." The master-at-arms sticks his tongue out at Quinn, who merely rolls his eyes at his little brother in response, deciding to get incredibly busy cleaning on the other side of the tavern to not deal with this shit.
"So, Zeegs," Cole takes a sip of his beer, "What's Old Mallard up to?"
Trevor rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "Not much luck," he admits. "We thought we had a great target. Turns out it was Crown Jewel."
"Yiiikes," Jack breathes out.
"Yeah." He gulps down another long shot of whiskey, still trying to act macho, a façade that literally everyone at the bar is able to see through. "Thank fuck Jamie was at the wheel."
"Jamie's your new friend, huh?" Cole grins. It would look innocent enough to anyone who didn't know Cole Caufield, but to those acquainted with the tiny pirate, the expression would immediately be clocked as one of Starting Shit.
"Shut the fuck up," Trevor replies, as easily as breathing. He raises his bottle as if going to hit Cole with it; the latter pirate pretends to duck, giggling wildly as he does.
...It's getting loud in here, Dawson registers dimly.
11. favorite bromance -- oh damn. Zeegs and Jamie maybe? Of the current bromances. I REALLY miss the days of Segs and Brownie. And if I knew more about Kreids and Mika I would probably say them, but I found out about them like...a week ago. And I do like Sasha and Matthew. Oh!!!!!!! I KNOW!! ROOPE AND MIRO!!!!!
20. a player you think is underrated -- everyone's favorite answer - Sasha Barkov 😂 but also, PICK A FINN FROM DALLAS. Every Finn from Dallas is underrated. ROOPE Hintz is a goddamn celestial GIFT to this game.
A bit late to the party, but I was seeing the stuff from krieder and zegras at that hockey performance thing, and all I can think about is gc trevor working overtime trying to figure out if mika and chris are a thing and leaving more confused than when he got there
NONNIE YOU ARE GOING TO LOVE THIS GC INSTALLMENT
I'll share a little snippet with you because I'm awesome (zee is discussing kriedbanajad here)
Zeegs: BUT THEN
Zeegs: TODAY, after training, we hit the hottub
Zeegs: And I happened to be in it AT THE SAME TIME AS BOTH OF THEM
Knighter: …Drama
Zeegs: Anyhow, I didn’t have a tape measure or whatever, but I would guess they were like 2.5, maybe 3 feet apart, AT MOST.
Beezer: Oh shit.
Hugh: 🤦
Zeegs: DEFINITELY NOT THE REQUISITE FIVE FEET GENTS