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Stanley Cup

The energy in the arena was electric. The fans, the players, even the coaches—all were caught up in the intense energy of game seven. Y/n had been working his whole life for this moment, and as he looked up at the scoreboard, the final buzzer blaring, it was surreal. They had done it. They had actually won the Stanley Cup.

Tate was on her feet in the stands, barely able to contain her excitement. She had watched every second of the game, feeling every play and every hit just as much as he had. She wasn't exactly a sports fanatic, but she had been with Y/n since the early days of his career, since before he made it to the NHL, and she had learned to appreciate the game through him. Now, watching him lift the cup over his head, grinning from ear to ear, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride mixed with pure happiness for him.

Once he set the cup down, his eyes scanned the crowd, finding her immediately. She made her way down to the ice as fast as she could, and as soon as she reached him, he pulled her into a hug so tight it lifted her off the ground.

"You did it!" she laughed, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

He grinned, setting her down just enough so he could lean in and kiss her, the two of them lost in their own little world for a moment. The cameras were flashing, capturing everything, but neither of them cared. This was their moment, and no one was going to ruin it.

"I can't believe it," he finally said, breathless as he looked at her. "We actually won."

She cupped his face, shaking her head with a laugh. "Of course, you did! You're amazing!"

The celebrations carried on around them, and soon, they were swept into the chaos of the post-game festivities. There were hugs from teammates, a blur of interviews, and endless photos. By the time they finally left the arena, they were ready to keep the party going.

The team had booked a private area at a popular club, and by the time Y/n and Tate arrived, it was already buzzing with excitement. The Stanley Cup itself was placed right in the center, surrounded by a circle of teammates and friends. Drinks were being poured, music was blasting, and everyone was in full-on celebration mode.

Y/n grabbed Tate's hand, pulling her close as they moved through the crowd. "You good?" he asked over the music, smiling as she nodded, her eyes wide with excitement.

"More than good," she replied, leaning in closer so he could hear her. "I'm so proud of you."

They ended up finding a corner where they could actually talk without shouting over the music. But it didn't last long; soon enough, Y/n's teammates were pulling him back into the fray, passing him shots and insisting on toasts. Tate joined in, laughing as she raised her glass with everyone else, letting herself get caught up in the energy of it all.

As the night went on, the drinks flowed freely, and Y/n and Tate found themselves practically inseparable. Every time someone snapped a picture, they were right next to each other, his arm around her waist or her hand in his. They didn't care who was watching or if the cameras were on them. They were just in the moment, celebrating together.

At some point, Y/n pulled Tate onto the dance floor, the two of them laughing as they moved to the music. They were both a little tipsy by now, and any trace of self-consciousness had disappeared. They were just having fun, letting loose after the intensity of the game and the weight of the season. It was exactly the kind of night they had both needed.

A slow song came on, and Y/n pulled her closer, resting his forehead against hers as they swayed to the music. "I still can't believe it," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music.

She smiled, her fingers trailing along the back of his neck. "Believe it, superstar. You earned this."

They were still wrapped up in each other when one of his teammates snapped a picture, catching them mid-kiss. It was supposed to be just another moment from the night, one of a thousand memories they would laugh about later, but when the photo was posted online, it quickly went viral. Fans went crazy, sharing and commenting on the photo, talking about how cute they looked together and how "relationship goals" didn't even begin to cover it.

They didn't even notice the attention at first, too busy having the time of their lives. By the time they checked their phones the next morning, still half-asleep in bed, the internet was buzzing.

"Uh, babe," Tate mumbled, nudging Y/n as she scrolled through her notifications. "Did you see this?"

He groaned, burying his face in the pillow. "What now?"

She laughed, holding her phone up for him to see. "Looks like we kinda broke the internet."

He squinted at the screen, his face breaking into a grin as he saw the picture. "Oh, wow. That's... a lot of comments."

"Yeah," she laughed, scrolling through some of the reactions. "People are obsessed with us, apparently."

Y/n chuckled, pulling her close. "Can you blame them? We're pretty great."

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling as she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. "You're so full of yourself."

"Hey, I just won the Stanley Cup. I think I've earned the right to be a little full of myself."

They spent the rest of the morning reading through the comments, laughing at some of the more over-the-top reactions. Fans were dissecting every detail of the night, from the way they looked at each other to the way they danced together. It was a little surreal, but they couldn't help but enjoy the attention.

Over the next few days, the buzz around their viral moment only grew. News outlets picked up the story, dubbing them "the couple of the moment," and social media was flooded with memes, fan edits, and articles. Every time they went out, people would recognize them, congratulating Y/n on the win and asking for pictures.

At first, it was a little overwhelming, but eventually, they got used to it. They found ways to joke about it, leaning into their "relationship goals" status and even playing along with some of the fan theories. It was all in good fun, and it brought them even closer together.