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starry-hughes · 1 year

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need you now

mat barzal x reader

summary: mat is injured and stuck at home with the memories of your relationship

warnings: angst, mention of a breakup

inspired by the song need you now by lady a

italicized portions of this fic indicate flashbacks

Picture perfect memories Scattered all around the floor Reaching for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore

“Mat? Honey, do you want us to take this box of stuff back home with us?” his mom, Nadia, asked. His parents were in town when he got hurt at the game the other night. It was technically just the Dad's trip, but his mom had also come to see her son. “No, mom, I gotta have Noah drop it off at (Y/N)’s place,” Mat spoke quietly. His mom gave him a soft look. Both of his parents knew how hard he took the break up.

His parents left soon after that, taking a taxi to the airport since they didn’t want Mat to strain his knee more. His parents were departing since he wouldn’t be playing for a little bit now. Mat glanced at the shoe box his mom had asked about. He knew he shouldn’t open it, but what else was he doing tonight besides reminiscing on memories? The shoe box lid was flipped open as Mat sat on the couch. He was met with multiple photos of the two of you and random trinkets you left at his place. It was weird calling it his place. “Our place” always fell off his tongue better.

Combing through the box, he felt his mood saddened as he found more photos and little things that used to belong to you. Random photo booth photo strips from Coney Island and polaroids from house parties. Your house key and the ring box. Mat felt like he had forgotten what you looked like, but it was all coming back to him.

“Where do you want this box?” Mat questioned. “I think that’s more of my clothes, so in the bedroom,” you said. “You would think you would have enough clothes, eh?” Mat teased as he walked in the direction of the bedroom. He had asked you three weeks ago to move in with him, and now you were. “Really Mathew?” you laughed as you followed him into the bedroom. “I’m just saying, babe. We both know that you usually just end up wearing my clothes most of the time,” Mat placed the box down on the ground.

“You’re just upset you’re losing closet space,” you leaned against his dresser. Mat moved in front of you, slotting himself between your legs. “But now I have you next to me all the time,” his head dipped down, his lips finding your neck. You sighed happily before remembering you still had boxes to move in. “Mat, we still have boxes from your car to move into the house,” you said.

Mat groaned, “Do you really need more stuff?” You playfully pushed him back, “The faster we get the boxes into the house, the faster we can finally shower and get all this sweat from moving off of us in the shower.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Mat glanced at his phone. He thought about calling you. He craved to hear your voice. He could use the excuse as a butt dial or a stupid question like the name of those sleep aid gummies he liked to steal from you. He felt like he hadn’t heard your voice in so long. In reality, it had only been three months. Three months since the two of you broke up.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind. For me it happens all the time

Mat was on your mind more often than you would like to admit. You tried to get over him. You really tried. Tinder hookups, Bumble dates, Hinge likes. But you just couldn’t seem to get him off your mind. Over the last three months, there had been multiple nights when your friends had to rip the phone out of your hand to make sure you didn’t drunk text Mat.

The closest contact to Mat you had was when someone from the team would drop off boxes at your apartment. It was always awkward. Not to mention the text you sent to Anthony Beauvillier when he was traded and moving off to Vancouver. You had almost texted Mat just to check up on him that night, but you decided not to.

You weren’t watching the game when Mat got injured on his first shift in Boston. Only getting wind of it on social media the next day, seeing the headlines that he was injured. You had a text drafted for him, just a simple, “hope you feel better” text. But you never got the courage up to send it. Multiple times since your break up, you were questioning yourself if Mat was thinking about you. Was he back out on the dating market? Was he missing you like you were missing him?

“When we get married, we should have it in Vancouver,” Mat simply stated one night. The two of you were laid up in bed together. “Thinking about our wedding Barzy?” you questioned with a smile on your face, propping your head up on your hand to look at him. “Just thinking about the future in general.”

“Well, if we are going to talk about marriage, then you have to buy a ring since my hand is missing one,” you teased him. “Already on my mind,” Mat cupped your face before leaning in and kissing you. “What colors are we thinking for our wedding? It’s going to have to be in the summer for the off-season,” you pondered.

“I don’t care what colors we have, the flowers, or anything. As long as you’re there, that’s all I need.”

It's a quarter after one I'm all alone and I need you now. Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control

Mat was dying in the house alone. He was tired of watching hockey highlights on the TV and ordering crappy pizza to the house. He hated going to the arena to have the trainers look at his injury since he couldn’t get onto the ice. He was itching to call you. Being stuck in the house was killing him.

He could only swipe through social media so many times before getting tired. Mat’s thumb hovered over your contact name once more that afternoon. He was trying to guess what you were doing at the moment. He assumed you were at work, talking to your coworkers and smiling. God, he missed your smile. Mat was envious of how other people got to see you every day.

Mat thinks he must be holding himself back from calling you because of the words he spoke the day he left. He knew he was at fault for the reason you left. You begged him when you were packing a bag not to call you or ask you to come back.

“I can’t do this anymore!” you shouted at Mat as you yanked out a duffle bag from under the bed. “C’mon! We can talk about this!” Mat begged. You were pacing around the room, your hands running through your hair out of anger. “No! We can’t fix this. You’re always going to choose hockey above me!”

You shoved as many clothes into the bag as you could. Mat was following you around, “It’s my career. You need to realize how important my job is, how hard I worked for this!” You scoffed, “Your job is more important than starting a family? Getting married? You can’t even say that you love me in front of your friends.”

Mat followed you out to your car. He was still begging you to stay. Stay with him. “No, don’t call me. Please. I’m not coming back no matter what you say,” you were taking off the house key from your key ring and placing it into his hand. Mat silently watched your car roll away from the house. He didn’t know how long he stood there before walking back into the house. He clutched the key in his hand, walked into the bedroom, and slid it into his nightstand drawer, right next to the blue velvet ring box he was saving.

And I need you now.

You were tired from work, kicking off your shoes as soon as you got home. You didn’t know what you were doing as you put on the sports channel. Maybe it was out of habit from being with Mat for so long. They were talking about his injury, no one knowing how long he would be out. You bit your lip, unlocking your phone. Your friends would kill you if they saw you on the verge of texting him. You missed Mat so much. You missed how he would tuck his face into the nape of your neck when he was needy and cuddly. You missed that he would leave random drawings around the house when he was out of town, just a reminder that he was thinking of you. You missed the way his lips felt on yours. You needed him so much.

Mat was staring at his phone. Your contact photo is still a photo of you and him in the car. He was leaning over and kissing your cheek when you took the selfie. He loved the photo. Mat had called Anders out in need of advice from his captain. “I want to call her. I need her,” Mat admitted.

“If you need her, call her.”

Mat was still hemming and hawing over whether or not to call you. You were pouring yourself a glass of wine when your phone buzzed with a call on the counter. Intuition told you it was him before you even looked at the name. When Mat finally decided, he picked up his phone, eventually finding the courage to hit the call button.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hi.” It was a voice you missed so much and didn’t even know it until that moment.

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drewsbuzzcut · 8 months

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GQ’s Couple’s Quiz

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

warnings: mentions having kids and I think that’s all… also! how ever many points reader or mat has is after each question they get correct

“Don’t give me that look,” you point at Mat, trying to hold in your laughter, but failing so far. You can’t contain the wide smile that dares to break out on your face.

“I’m not doing anything. Just know, I’m taking your ass down,” Mat declares.

“Okay! Rolling in 3… 2… 1…” the director’s words gathers your and Mat’s attention, the both of you staring at the camera.

“I’m more competitive than you, so I got this in the bag,” you state, confidently.

“We’ll see about that.”

“Hi! I’m Y/n Barzal,” you greet.

“Hi! I’m Mat Barzal,” Mat greets as well.

“And this is GQ’s Couple’s Quiz,” you both say together.

“Are you ready? This one’s hard,” you try to make Mat second guess himself, but you also know his memory isn’t the best.

“Hit me.”

“Who are our kids' godparents, in order from oldest to youngest?”

You see Mat’s face shift to slight panic.

“Nolan’s godparents are Anthony Beauvillier and Devon Lee Carlson. Angels’ godparents are Beverly Blount and Ethan Bear. Sloane’s godparents are Sydney and Matt Martin,” he answers swiftly.

“Correct.”

Mat: 1

“Second question: how old am I?” You know he knows this.

“You, my lovely wife, are 26 beautiful years old, almost 27,” he says, making you feel giddy.

“Okay, hotshot, stop trying to make me flustered.”

Mat: 2

“Do I prefer an intimate setting or a family setting?”

“If we’re talking about a family setting as in us with our kids, then a family setting. Our younger selves would most definitely love an intimate setting, but now that we have a 4 year old, a 1 year old, and a 9 month old, we really enjoy the family setting,” Mat answers flawlessly.

“Correct! I like the way you answered that, babe,” you compliment.

Mat: 3

“What was my first modeling gig?”

Mat rubs his chin, thinking long and hard before answering.

“You can’t be mad if I’m wrong,” he tells you.

“Why can’t I be mad?” You ask, but you’re just messing with him.

“Because I didn’t know you then.”

You gasp in fake surprise, mouth open and hand over your heart.

“You mean you didn’t stalk me on the internet when we were dating?”

“I’m not you,” Mat says, referring to something from the early bits of your relationship, something you’re glad you can laugh about now.

“Ouch that was a low blow,” you fake pout.

“Your first modeling gig was for a fashion show during Paris fashion week when you were 18.”

“Wrong. My first modeling gig was on a local magazine in my hometown when I was 17,” you correct him.

“Oh yeah. I totally forgot about that. Sorry, babe.”

“What’s my favorite movie?”

“That’s easy. It’s The Conjuring. My girl loves her scary movies,” he says proudly.

“It’s true! Mat loves whenever I get to pick the movie on our movie nights. Only because I pretend to be scared and cuddle into him more than I already do,” you look over at Mat with heart eyes to see that he’s already looking back at you with heart eyes.

Mat: 4

“What’s the hardest thing for our family when you’re on roadies?”

“The short disconnect between me and the kids. It’s hard for me to be gone when our babies are still really young. It’s also hard because I’m not always there to help you. You’re a champ for stepping up for me, and there are no words to describe how grateful I am that you’re my life partner. My heart would search for yours in every lifetime,” you tear up at his sweet words, immediately getting out of your chair to hug him. He’s quick to pull you between his legs, arms wrapping around your waist while his head rests on your chest.

Mat: 5

“If I wasn’t a model, what would I be doing?”

“You’d be a writer. Although, I already tell you that you can still be a writer and a model,” Mat says.

“Maybe when I retire modeling, whenever that’ll be.”

Mat: 6

“This one might be hard for you: what was the first name on my ‘baby names’ list?”

“How on earth am I supposed to know that? Umm… was it… I know it’s an S name because we both love S names. It’s Sloane,” Mat guesses.

“Nope. It’s actually Selene. I loved Selene so much, but when we found out our first baby was a boy, I just dropped Selene. I also didn’t want to use it for Sloane. I felt like she needed a whole new name, and Sloane just fits baby girl so well.”

“That’s true. She is meant to be named Sloane,” Mat agrees.

“What’s my favorite sport?”

“Hockey!” He has a cocky smile on his face, but only because he knows he’s the only reason you watch hockey.

“Barzy! I know you know the REAL answer, so answer truthfully.”

“It’s baseball,” he mutters, feigning annoyance.

Mat: 7

“If I could be an animal for a day, what animal would I be?”

“A cat.”

Mat: 8

“What’s my ritual before a fashion show?”

“When you leave for the venue, you give us all kisses. At the venue you listen to the playlist I made you and refrain from talking to anyone for the first 30 minutes so you can center yourself. After those first 30 minutes you like to dance around to get all your nerves out.”

“I’m surprised you remember that,” you grin proudly at your man.

“Well I have been backstage with you for quite a few of those shows. I actually miss being able to see you go through that process. It’s an honor to see you in a vulnerable state outside of the intimacy of our relationship.”

“Baby, I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Mat: 9

“What was my wedding scent?”

“This is so easy because I love that perfume so much. It’s so intoxicating. I swear it’s an aphrodisiac because I just never wanted to be away from you. It’s Maison Margiela’s Replica perfume in the scent: Jazz Club. I especially love when you wear it on special occasions,” Mat answers in a way that can only be described as lovesick.

“It’s true. On our wedding day, we could not be pulled apart. Our lips or hands were always on each other. I’m actually thinking about making it my signature smell, but I’m hesitant because I want it to be for special occasions only,” you ramble, face flustered by bringing up how touchy you and Mat are.

“Special occasions only, babe.”

“What if I said I’m wearing it today?” You tease.

Mat’s head falls back, a moan desperately trying to fly out his mouth. Without a word, he’s out of his chair and throwing you over his shoulder. He walks off set with you while you laugh uncontrollably.

“Barzy! Baby, we have to go back,” you say and even though you’re both off camera, the mic still picks up your voices.

“I love you,” Mat says through a laugh, lips connecting with yours.

As you both walk back, you’re fixing your hair and lipstick before fixing Mat’s shirt.

When you move to walk in front of him, he tickles you from behind, sending you into a fit of giggles. You reach behind yourself to wrap your hands around the back of his neck, pressing your body into his to get him to stop. His hands don’t leave your body, though. They just rest on your stomach.

“Sorry about that,” Mat apologizes while you hide behind your hand, trying to mask your red cheeks and big smile.

Mat: 10

“It’s your turn. Are you ready to lose?” Mat asks, sending you a smirk that makes you want to kiss him.

“I’m loving the aggression, but yes bring it on,” you send a playful glare back at him.

“How old am I?”

“You’re 31 and about to be 32. Old man,” you say in a fake cough, but it just turns out to be a big laugh.

Mat smiles, nose scrunching and he reaches out to tickle your neck.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry,” you try not to yell.

Y/n: 1

“Do I want more babies?”

“Surprisingly, no. Mat wanted to try for Angel and Sloane, but I was hesitant because Nolan was still young. However, I couldn’t deny that I wanted more kids. This time, Mat’s the one who told me he didn’t want anymore kids while I’m actually okay with having another baby. That being said, we won’t be having anymore kids, it’s a mutual agreement and we have our reasons,” you explain.

“Babe, I love the way you speak,” your husband compliments you.

“I love you.”

Y/n: 2

“What food do I hate?”

“Seafood.”

“Wrong. Babe, we just had fish the other day on our date.”

“Wait! Then why did you say no to sushi? I just realized this. Oh my god. You denied me sushi!” You’re appalled because you seriously thought he hated seafood.

“Sorry, I just don’t like sushi.”

“Literally how? It has seafood!” You’re still in shock.

“What’s something I want to learn?”

“You want to learn how to cook. You hate how I’m the one cooking all the time. But guess what guys, I’ve been teaching Mat every time I’m in the kitchen,” you state.

“You’re a great teacher.”

Y/n: 3

“How do you know when I’m mad at you?”

“You’ll give yourself some space or take one of the babies to rock in the rocking chair until you’re ready to talk. However, if I don’t notice you’re upset, you’ll linger around with a pout. The same pout that all our kids have. Sometimes if you’re upset for a small reason, you’ll just kiss me until you snap out of it,” you go through his tells.

“Yeah, your kisses almost always work. They’re magic,” he gets up real quick to peck your lips.

Y/n: 4

“When was our first kiss?”

“When you came to my apartment with flowers and an apology. We just had our first fight, before we were an official couple, and you were hesitant about kissing me so I kissed you first.”

“I think about that day everyday. I can kiss you forever. I will kiss you forever,” he whispers.

“Okay, sap,” you tease.

Y/n: 5

“Where’s somewhere I want to go?”

“Tokyo! We both want to go, so maybe our next couple vacation!”

Y/n: 6

“What are my tattoos?”

You look at him with wide eyes because none of his or your fans know he has tattoos. You knew people were going to freak out.

“Ooo a GQ exclusive! Your tattoos are ‘Nolan,’ ‘Angel,’ and ‘Sloane.’ Our kids' names and they are located on the inside of your fingers. You also have my initial tattoo on your ring finger.” You say animatedly, you’ve been waiting for him to share his tattoos with the public, so you can talk about them freely.

“I need my family with me at all times,” Mat confirms.

Y/n: 7

“Who is my celebrity crush?” You want to wipe the smirk off his face.

You remember the time in your relationship when you got insanely jealous when you found out about his celebrity crush. Now, you think it’s actually funny.

“Your celebrity crush is Zoë Kravitz. Zoë, Mat’s free on sundays. Just kidding. He’s all mine,” you say in giggles.

“Baby, you’re my celebrity crush,” he plays around.

“Liar.”

Y/n: 8

“What’s my go-to snack?”

“You love nutella a lot, so maybe your bagel with nutella?”

“I’ll give you the point because I do love nutella.”

“Thank you!”

Y/n: 9

“What’s the easiest way to make me mad?”

“When I ignore you,” you answer with a little smug smile.

“I hate it!”

“Sometimes I’ll do it so you’ll just kiss me. Or to see you pout because I can kiss your pout away.”

“We kiss a lot,” Mat points out.

“Yeah, well we’re married.”

Y/n: 10

“What’s my favorite color on you?”

“You love me in blue because it inflates your ego,” you roll your eyes. You think about all the times you’ve bought lingerie that was the same blue as the one on his hockey uniform. You immediately blush.

“You just look sexy in blue,” he states.

“Sure,” you say, unconvinced and your arms crossed over your chest.

Mat pulls the chair you’re seated on closer to him, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. You press a chaste kiss to his palm.

“Blue is your best color. I mean you’re even wearing it right now,” he says, pointing at the dark blue top you’re wearing.

“Ugh… kiss me,” he doesn’t keep you waiting.

Y/n: 11

“What makes me laugh?”

“Easy. Angel’s baby giggles make you laugh so much. Oh and you also laugh a lot when we watch jersey shore.”

“Nothing can beat Angel’s giggles. Cutest thing ever.”

Y/n: 12

You get out of your chair, dancing your way to Mat so you can sit on his lap.

“I won! I won! I won!” You sing.

“No, I don’t think so. I definitely have it in the bag,” Mat says, arms wrapped around your waist while your back leans against his chest.

“I’m educated in Y/n Barzal! That should be the name of a bachelor’s degree,” Mat jokes.

“Shushhh,” you quiet him with a finger to his lips. You smile at him, too happy and too in love to ever be bothered with him.

“Please tell us who won,” you requested.

“Y/n has 11/12 correct and Mat has 10/12 correct,” someone from the camera crew tells you.

“HA! I won,” you say in Mat’s face, grabbing his cheeks to kiss his lips repeatedly.

“Sorry if we kiss too much on camera. I just really love my husband,” you muse.

“Thank you so much for watching. I’m actually the winner, but we’ll let Y/n believe she won,” Mat teases you.

“It’s okay, hotshot, we all know I’m the best,” you say playfully.

“Thank you all for watching. We love you,” you add.

“Ready to go? I need more kisses,” Mat carries you out of the camera’s frame.

a/n: I had fun with this one, So I hope y’all enjoy!

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ivyglow · 2 years

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love is an open door | stepdad!anthony beauvillier

A/n: I had this idea forever, it started w an ask and I decided to turn it into an imagine. It's quite simple, I hope you guys like it. Oh! and I'm sorry, sweeties, it's not proofread!!!

word count: 1.8k

warnings: baby talk, supportive parents (maybe this should be a tw, not sure, but better be safe than sorry), food mention and that's pretty much all I guess. Let me know if you find any other <3 oh! and be aware this is pure fluff!

pairing: stepdad!anthony beauvillier x female!singlemom!reader

Summary: y/n is a single mother who starts dating a hockey player. Months into the relationship, she begins falling in love with said player, but the last thing she was expecting was her daughter to love him too to the point of asking Anthony to be her father.

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Being a “single mother” -as people liked to call it- wasn’t easy. Especially considering y/n has been doing it since she was eighteen years old, all by herself, granted she had her parent’s help, but she wanted to take the responsibility and although she counted on her dad to take care of Madison during finals, or her mom to pick up the kid on daycare while she was busy with work, y/n used to do everything in her power to not fill her parents with her duties. For four years she only had time for Madison and her work, the former being her main priority since the beginning, so that meant not only didn’t y/n have time for boyfriends, but she also didn’t want to. She didn’t want to risk getting heartbroken again and now involving her daughter in the process, she didn’t want to spend her energy getting to know someone only to realize that he was not the one, that he wouldn’t be a good person to keep around her kid. So she carried on happily going with things, proud of her growth, proud of her baby girl, proud of everything she had accomplished, and she was sure there wouldn’t be anybody else for a long time, that life would consist only of her and Madison…until Anthony came around.

She was afraid at first because being around Anthony made her feel safe and cared about, and what if things don’t work out? What if Maddie doesn’t like him? Her head was full of “what if’s”, but not for long whereas Tito was fast to brush them away, he talked and talked, and told her about how he felt and how he wanted to get into her life and meet Madison, and how he respected her decision whatever it was and he would wait patiently, always.

And that he did.

Their relationship would only get stronger with time, both of them had now on each other a shoulder to lean on, and while Tito didn’t meet Maddie y/n would tell him everything about the kid, her likes and dislikes, her favorite color, what she hated and what would make her giggle. And weren’t Anthony falling even harder after all these details?! Every passing month there was the hope that this would be the one where he would meet the kid, where he and y/n would finally let all their walls down. It was a couple of months, but he was understanding.

After all, all this waiting and anguish proved to be worth it when he first met Madison. Your shy four year old fell in love instantly with Anthony and he became part of your life completely. Not only did he know Maddie, but she actually enjoyed his company and he proved to be great with kids. Tito would have tea parties with her and they would watch movies together whenever she asked him because he would give in just that easily, she would ask him whatever she wanted and he would gladly answer yes.

That’s how y/n ended up getting ready for a movie theater night on her free day from work. Frozen II was finally out on the theater and Madison wanted to watch the sequel. No doubt, she wanted Beau to be there because they would watch the first one together on the couch whenever he visited. Over the moon because Anthony was joining the movie theater that night she asked to wear her favorite overalls and held tight to her stuffed dragon Beauvillier gifted her a while ago.

When Beauvillire rings the bell, Madison runs so fast to open the door y/n can’t help but laugh. He’s standing there holding a bag of something and y/n instantly knows it's for Maddie because he loves to spoil her and she can smell the sugar from afar.

“Hey, little one!” there's a bright smile on his face, a full and big smile she came to realize he doesn’t use with everyone. “I got you and mommy some chocolate chip cookies from my favorite coffee shop,” he crouches down to her level and she smiles before wrapping her little arms around him and saying a shy thank you. He gets up and y/n hugs him too, leaving a small peck on his lips.

After settling Madison on the baby car seat he bought specially for her -his nephew and niece being way too small for the seat- they drove to the theater. The whole ride there’s some calm music playing while Madison goes on about how Frozen 2 is gonna be cool and she can’t help but watch it, while Tito agrees and they discuss theories -because yes, she got him into the movie just like she does with everyone around, Madison was this charismatic.

The night went on smoothly, the three of them shared a medium popcorn bucket, Tito drank orange juice with Maddie while y/n went with water and they shared a bag of skittles close to the end of the movie. He would smile at y/n every once in a while and hold her hand, but his focus was mainly on Maddie because she seemed so happy and energetic, she was glowing and so was y/n because Madison’s happiness was hers too.

When the movie was over y/n went to the bathroom and Maddie waited for her mother with Beau, her small hands being swallowed by his and y/n couldn’t help but notice how they looked for the people passing by. They looked like father and daughter. Y/n took her time washing her face and fixing her hair since the two times she came to the bathroom during the movie was to take Maddie to pee. After washing and drying her hands she got out and the scene in front of her melted her heart. Madison is now on Tito’s arms, head rested on his shoulder and eyes closed, her face seems so peaceful y/n instantly knows she’s in her deep slumber, she smiles walking to them.

“Hey,” it's a whisper, even though the place is full of people and there’s noise enough to wake Madison.

“Hey, there” he answers, giving y/n one of his signature smiles, “she seemed tired and she asked me to hold her, is she asleep?” he asked, turning a bit so she could see Maddie’s face.

“Yup, it usually takes forever for her to sleep outside especially when it’s noisy around,” y/n points out and he smiles shyly. “Thank you,” she whispers holding his free hand and Tito blinks at her.

“No need to thank me, y/n. You know I love her,” he voices while holding her close. He motions for y/n to grab his hand when she starts to walk to the parking lot, their fingers thread together and his hold is warm, Tito always feels so warm. There’s the safety sensation around, he makes y/n’s heart warm too and she knows it’s real love, she knows she was finally the lucky one.

It’s only months later, Tito being around more than ever, that Maddie decides that she wants him to come to the parent's reunion at school. Tito only went to Madison’s school a couple of times, most of them to either drop her or get her after classes, only two of them for her recital/presentation. That being said, it would only take a bat of an eyelash and a pout for Tito to do whatever she wanted, so that's how y/n found herself sitting together at a small chair sided by Anthony who held Madison on his lap. She had this big smile on her face, and her expression only grew prideful when the kindergarten teacher dropped some drawings and exercises on the table.

“As I was saying, Maddie is such a great kid. She’s fast to learn, always curious, and ready to help others” the teacher smiles at both of you.

“Look, daddy!!! I made this one just yesterday, it’s me, you, and mommy!!” Madison kept explaining the colorful sheet and y/n could see the doubtful expression her boyfriend gave her as if asking if that was ok.

Tito smiled attentively at Maddie’s explanation. He dropped a kiss on her forehead and y/n smiled without really knowing what to do. The teacher went on talking about Madison, mainly good things, while Tito nodded his head and eventually asked some things. Y/n only had the energy to say goodbye at the end of the meeting and try to pretend she wasn’t shocked while Tito drove them home.

Their routine went on, they would have dinner together, maybe watch a movie or play with Madison, she would fall asleep easily afterwards and Tito and y/n would take the time to enjoy each other all alone. This time however, both of them were distracted by what Madison kept calling Anthony.

“Baby, why are you calling Tito your daddy?” y/n asked once they got home and changed, Madie sitting between both of them, small eyes focused on the screen.

“because, mommy, in school one of my friends told me that a daddy is someone who takes care of you, gets you to school and reads for you to sleep…daddy Tito also loves me, right?” She looked over at him as if waiting for confirmation and he smiled and nodded.

“I do love you, sweetheart.”

Your heart melted when she climbed closer to him and laid her head on his chest.

“You can be my daddy, right?!” she asked, looking at him, curiosity and hope all over her small eyes. Anthony caressed her curly hair, kissed her forehead and looked briefly at y/n as if asking. Y/n’s heart skipped a beat when Madison asked again and she couldn’t help but nod to him. She knew he loved both of them, knew he would be a permanent figure in their lives. He was kind, generous and caring. He was everything Madie needed in a father figure and he was also everything you once looked for in a lover.

“Of course, sweetheart, I would love to be your daddy,” his reply is soft and y/n can see some tears streaming down his face. Madison is quick to notice as well, and her kid brain cannot help but ask: “are you sad, daddy?? What happened?”

“I’m not sad, love. These are happy tears. Daddy is really happy to have you and your mom, that’s all,” he explains and y/n feels her face wet. Madison hugs him tight and Beauvillier extends his arms, opening space for his girlfriend. The three of them hug, the adults knowing they’ll eventually have a deeper conversation about the topic, and Madison happy to have the family she always dreamt about.

Love was really an open door and y/n had just pushed it wider to walk in with her daughter and Anthony.

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pastrnaks-sainz · 2 years

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Surprise

Pairing: Anthony Beauvillier x reader

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Pregnancy, throwing up

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You and Anthony had been trying for a baby for months after you got married and nothing had been working. That is, until you realized you were simultaneously getting sick every other morning and your period was two weeks late and counting.

Request: “So I’ve been to the doctors recently and I’m pregnant.” with Anthony Beauvillier (from anon)

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You never trusted drug store pregnancy tests. You wanted to be absolutely, one hundred percent positive you were pregnant before you went back and told Anthony. Almost every night you had been trying for a baby, regardless of where you were in your cycle.

Your wedding had been in July and ever since then you had been trying and trying. You weren't complaining, in fact you rather enjoyed the process. But after months had gone by with no results, you were getting a little bit frustrated.

The day before you booked the appointment with your doctor you had talked on the phone with your friend for hours. She encouraged you to not lose hope. And that’s exactly what you did. You refused to lose hope.

“Good morning baby,” Anthony cooed, rolling over to press a kiss to your cheek. He knew you were still half asleep and not registering anything he was doing. “Have a good day, I’ll see you soon.”

It wasn't the fact that Anthony’s side of the bed was empty that woke you up, it was the sudden urge to vomit that sent you flying out of bed and into the bathroom. You didn’t connect yesterday morning's similar incident to this one’s until your tracker app alerted you that you were two weeks late.

You sat on the floor in your bathroom stunned. Your brain was moving at a million miles an hour and you had no idea what to think or even what to do next. You thought about calling Anthony, but you didn't want to get him excited if it turned out to be nothing. Besides, he was in the middle of morning practice and wouldn't see your call until after he was done. So you called your best friend instead.

“Hey babe,” she answered in her usual cheery voice. “What’s up?”

“I think I might be pregnant,” you said right off the bat. There was stunned silence on the other end of the line before she started talking again.

“Have you taken a test?” she asked.

“No, you know I don’t trust those drugstore tests,” you answered, picking yourself up off the floor and washing your hands.

“Okay,” your friend said. You could hear her moving around in the background of the call. “I’m going to pick one up for you and come over. I want you to call your OB and make an appointment for as soon as possible, okay? I’ll be there soon.”

“Alright,” your hands shook as you hung up and scrolled through your phone for your doctor’s contact information.

You felt like your head was underwater as you made an appointment for that afternoon. The receptionist was way too peppy for the type of mood you were in.

“When’s your appointment?” your friend asked the second she walked into your apartment.

“One,” you answered, accepting the bottle of water and pink box from her.

“It’s eleven now,” your friend said as she checked her watch. “You take that and I’ll drive you to your appointment.”

“I should let Anthony know-” you started to reach for your phone but your friend quickly grabbed it before you could.

“Go,” she gently started shoving towards the bathroom. “I’ll call him when we get to your doctor’s if you want me to.”

The wait was the longest ten minutes of your life. When your timer went off you reached for the test with a shaking hand. The two lines that showed up in the little window made your heart skip a beat.

“Y/N?” your friend called your name as she knocked on the bathroom door. “Is it done yet?”

You opened the door and passed it to her with a shaking hand. Her face split into a smile the second she saw the result. She pulled you into the warmest hug you had felt in a long time. That wasn't from Anthony, that is.

“Come on,” she took your hand and led you to the door of your apartment. “We should get going.”

You stared out the passenger side window as your friend drove through New York to get to your OB’s office. You were in your own world, thinking about what the next few months could hold. The anxiety was there, but you were excited about what was coming up in your life more than anything. Anthony was going to be over the moon. He would start coming up with names the second you told him. You couldn't just straight up tell him you were pregnant though, could you? Would he want a surprise? You decided, after a moment, that depending on the result of your official pregnancy test that you were just going to tell him. There was no need to get a tiny pair of shoes or onesie. He would prefer to just be outright told, anyway.

“You ready?” your friend asked as she parked her car in the parking garage. You gave her a nervous but sure smile before getting out. Every little sound seemed amplified as you walked through the garage to the elevators. The slamming of the car door to the elevator music, everything was overloading your senses.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” the nurse asked after you’d been sitting in the waiting room flipping through magazine after magazine on pregnancy and motherhood for the past forty five minutes.

“You got this,” your friend whispered to you and you stood up to follow the nurse to a room in the back. She sat loyally in her chair and waited. She waited until she heard footsteps coming back towards the waiting room. It was the shortest half hour wait of her life.

She tried to read your expression when you came out but got absolutely nothing.

“Well?” she prompted.

You passed her the piece of paper you OB had given you. In big, bold letters under the words ‘Test Results’ was POSITIVE.

“Y/N,” she smiled and pulled you into a hug. “I’m so happy for you.”

“I need to get home and tell Anthony,” you whispered, not even trying to fight the smile that was beginning to appear on your lips.

“Checkout first,” your friend said, giving you a gentle nudge towards the receptionist’s desk.

Your friend glanced over at you once every five minutes on the ride home. She watched as you looked down at the paper in your hands then out the window and back again, your smile somehow growing each time. She could not have been more happy for you and for Anthony.

“Want me to come in with you?” she asked, pulling up alongside the curb in front of your apartment building.

“No,” you shook your head. “I want to tell him alone.”

“Go get ‘em tiger.”

“Hey baby,” Anthony greeted you as he heard the apartment door open. “Did you have a good day?”

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when you didn’t give him a response. He walked from the kitchen to the hallway to see you standing there with tears brimming in your eyes and an implacable look on your face.

“Y/N, what's wrong?” he asked, preparing himself to have to go kick someone’s ass.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you shook your head and grabbed his hand. His confusion grew even more as you pulled into the living room and sat down on the couch. You wordlessly passed him the paper you had been holding.

Anthony read it, not fully understanding what it was that he was seeing.

“Y/N what is this?” he asked.

“So I went to the doctor this afternoon and I’m pregnant,” you said, tears welling in your eyes again and a smile threatening to split your face clean in half.

“Are you being serious right now?” Anthony asked, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. You giggled and nodded. He lunged for you, wrapping you up in a hug before realizing his own strength and pulling away abruptly. He placed a hand on your stomach in a panic. “I’m sorry, I-”

“It’s okay,” you cut him off, covering his hand with yours. “I’m okay, we’re both okay.”

Anthony looked you in the eyes, a tear slipping down his cheek.

“We’re going to be parents.”

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kolsmikaelson · 2 years

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Oh What A Relationship Masterlist

a/n — this is a rewrite of a series i started some months ago and decided i wanted to write it better, the previous parts are still posted if you'd like to read those too.

paring — mat barzal x reader (pre-established relationship) anthony beauvillier x reader ( eventual ) mat barzal x reader x anthony beauvillier ( eventual )

summary — tito is mat and y/n’s best friend, but what happens when the couple realize that they both have feelings for the man, and what do they do when he confesses he feels the same.

part one coming soon...

part two coming soon...

part three coming soon...

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matsbarzal · 3 years

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Hi my dear!!! I’m here to request another fic/blurb bc I cannot get enough of all the ones you’ve written for me/others so far! 🤩💕

If it’s still available, could you please do random/au #4 the moment you look into their eyes... you just know. with Mat Barzal??? Thank you so much! 💙💙

au #4. the moment you look into their eyes... you just know.

pairing: mat barzal x reader word count: 1.2k

They always said, the day you found your soulmate… you just know. It was something in their eyes, they always said, like everything finally clicked in your soul, both halves finally complete after years of being separated by time and distance.

As the years went by, it seemed probable to you that you��d never meet your soulmate. There was never any twitch inside, never a pull or a need to go somewhere you weren’t. You had deduced it to the fact your soulmate wasn’t looking for you simultaneously, they didn’t care to find you, or they just didn’t care to find you yet.

Everyone had their examples of the worst way they’ve met their soulmate. Some while they were out for dinner with their significant other at the time, some in the middle of a rivalry high school football game, and some? Well, some apparently met in the middle of a National Hockey League game.

Number Thirteen’s eyes bore into yours from his spot on the bench, his entire body turned so he could stare at you, a look of confusion slowly fading into a look of understanding, and then he was shoving into number nineteen. Beauvillier, as his jersey said, whipped around to look over the crowd, his eyes eventually falling on you just rows back from their bench.

You could feel it, every time number thirteen looked at you, every time your eyes met for even a second. He was the person you had been waiting for, for so many years, and who was to even say you’d see him again after the game?

Both gazes were ripped off you when their line was told to get on the ice, number 13, or Mathew Barzal as your parents had told you the moment they realized what was going on. Mat had tried to keep his focus on the ice, on the puck on his stick, on the weaving players around him.

Everyone could see the distraction in his movements, the puck flying far left of the net, his speed not up to the caliber it usually was. After two periods of impeccable hockey from the Islanders’ forward, just to crash midway through the third, his teammates were confused and so were his fans.

The end of the game came quicker than you were hoping, Mat’s eyes attempting to never leave yours as he went down the tunnel. The tunnel walls cut through that almost immediately, disappointment settling in your stomach when you realized it was unlikely you’d be able to get a chance to see him again until God knows when.

“We could wait, darling? Maybe he’ll send someone to look for you?” shrugging your shoulders gently, you pursued your lips as you looked around, people eager to get out of the arena to miss the traffic that they were going to inevitably be stuck in regardless.

“No point, probably, like anyone’s even going to be able to make it through all these people. May as well just—”

Your words were cut off by the sound of something slamming against the glass behind you, all three pairs of eyes turning their bodies to look at the source. The puck didn’t leave a mark on the glass, but the person staring back at you through it sure left a mark on you.

He was yelling something, his voice illegible by the chatter throughout the arena. It was easy to read Mat’s lips when he was only saying two words multiple times in a row, hoping you’d eventually be able to hear him, or at least try to.

“Stay there,” you could even see the huff in his voice, the aggravation from the crowd taking forever to clear out, and not quietly at that.

You nodded your head back, a look of awe in your eyes as he grinned up at you cheekily. Winking at you, he quickly made his way back down the tunnel again, two of his teammates peering out around him to see what he was so eager to get to after the game.

“We’ll go wait in the car, hun. Give you some time to… acquaint yourself,” nodding at her, you watched both your parents follow the departing fans as you sat back in your seat, thumbing through your phone and eagerly looking around you every few seconds.

It was only minutes later when you heard footsteps slamming down the stairs next to you, most of the building cleared out. Turning to the sound, you were instantly met with the same eyes that had just… made it click inside of you. The pull was even stronger with you being so close to one another, even more eager to encourage you to get closer to the man now just steps away from you.

“Couldn’t have like… come to a game that wasn’t dire for our playoff push, huh? Already distracting me and I don’t even know your name?”

You couldn’t help the guffaw that fell from your lips at his words, a small grin taking over your face as you stood up and extended your hand towards him. “Y/N, sorry for distracting you. Fate works in funny ways, Barzal.”

Nodding his head with a laugh, his hand instantly engulfed yours and before you realized it, he was pulling you into a gentle hug, his arms wrapping around your back as his chin gently placed itself on the top of your head. It didn’t take much thought to hug back. For the fact he had just played almost an hour of hockey, he didn’t even smell awful.

Pulling back, the grin never leaving his face as he looked down at you. “Never thought I’d meet my soulmate, to be honest with ya. Tito, Beau, Anthony Beauvillier, always told me to just wait it out, suck it up and eventually you’d come around. Em, his soulmate, showed up almost four months ago. Guess I had to top him by finding mine in the middle of a game, huh?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you just laughed and nodded your head. “Pretty sure it’s a double-whammy for him too, you’re beautiful, and our first look is ten times better than his story.”

“Oh, I’m sure his soulmate and their story are just as beautiful. Just maybe not as great as ours.”

Nodding his head, Mat just shrugged his shoulders as he gestured to the teammate that was now standing at the top of the stairs to your aisle.

“They met in a Walmart parking lot in the middle of a snowstorm back near his hometown, he almost ran her over with his car. Tito always says she came around swinging before they even made eye contact, you’ll love them, everyone does.”

“Are we going to keep talking about your teammates and their soulmates, or are you ever going to kiss yours?”

Surging forward at your words, all elements of the previous conversation now gone when Mat pressed his lips to yours. The fireworks in your brain set off immediately, the butterflies in your stomach jumping around the moment your lips made contact for the first time. It was definitely something you wouldn’t mind happening forever, his lips eagerly pressing against yours as his hand cupped your cheek, the smile pressed into your lips a clear sign that he was thinking the same.

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drei-mrssvechii · 2 years

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the first christmas - anthony beauvillier

pairing: anthony beauvillier x reader

word count: 800+

a/n: feedback, and comments are highly appreciated. inbox and dms always open

It was already that time of the year, snow painted the streets and most of the houses roofs and buildings, the cold temperatures visited New York and the city looked prettier than ever. All the color, decoration and happy people on the streets made this season your favorite. And then, then was Tito, who didn’t even care about what day you were in. Nonetheless, holidays were always celebrated big in your family, and this was your first Christmas with him, so it should be no exception.

“Baby, it’s seven in the morning, don't you want to sleep a little more? We can do that later” His body clinged into your pillow but opened his arms, making a space for you.

“Definitely not, we’re doing this right now. There is a whole schedule I organized yesterday, we have to stick to it!” Beau furrowed his brows and looked skeptically at you. He was still sleepy and if your love for christmas and will-power wasn’t there, you would have snuggled back in bed with him for another little minute but today wasn't the day.

“Y/N, come back to bed” Again a little voice in your mind considered that option but was quickly shoved away by the excitement of already having the whole house ready for Christmas.

“I’ll be downstairs preparing breakfast, come quickly, I'll be waiting” With a smile of satisfaction and a sigh of defeat from Anthony you went downstairs already singing some of your favorite Christmas tunes.

“Anthony!! That’s not how you’re supposed to put the star” With a mug full of hot chocolate you whined at his actions. He looked at you confused, not understanding what you meant so you made your way over to him and placed the mug on a small table nearby.

“If it’s not at the top of the tree I don’t know where it should go… On top of my head or what? ” He moved his hands exasperatedly and a smile formed in your lips.

“You would look cute with it, Tito. But I want to put the star on, can I?” A small pout decorated your face and even though he fought the urge to smile, he was defeated and a grin formed in his face.

“You were the one with the idea of early Christmas decor so go ahead, ma chérie” He gave you the star, quickly you went to grab a chair to add more height so you could reach the top of the tree and finally the last touches were added with the star.

“Now turn the tree’s lights on, I want to see how pretty it looks” The excited smile on your face couldn't be shaken off by anything and even though Beau didn’t want to ruin your happiness sometimes you needed someone to turn you back into reality.

“Y/N, it’s just 3 p.m. even if i turn them on--”

“I don’t care, just turn them on” And who was he to deny something to you? “Pretty please?”

Anthony moved over to the socket and as you asked him, he turned the tree’s lights on. Your face was a whole poem of happiness until the realization hit you.

“Now you have to put lights and decorations outside, Tito”

“Are you serious?” You nodded rapidly, he groaned and you went to grab more stuff from the garage. “Oh mon Dieu, femme”

With a box full of string lights, garlands, wreath, ornaments and other Christmas decorations you went back to the living room, and watched with a smile in your face as Anthony ran his hand several times through his hair.

“Ok, let’s do it” Both of you walked out of the house and started to work.

Soon the cold night replaced the day. Temperature dropped but your Christmas spirit was higher. For the second time on the day, you prepared hot chocolate to drink; now you were sitting by the couch while Beau browsed a movie on the TV.

“Maybe we should go out to the Rockefeller Center ” You took another sip of your drink.

“Or we could watch a movie” He suggested without looking away from the screen.

“I think it’s better to go out, c’mon it’s our first holidays together, we should celebrate it big enough”

He didn’t seem convinced so you tried again. “We can watch a Christmas movie tomorrow, it’s actually in my schedule I told you earlier”

"Are you serious about that schedule thing?"

"Yes I am" The confident statement made him sigh with amusement and accepted, telling you to go upstairs to get ready.

“You're the best, I love you” you left a kiss on his cheek and ran upstairs to prepare yourself.

Your excitement was over the roof and while he looked at you, he felt like the luckiest person on earth.

Since leaving the house, a smile was present on your face and your eyes shone so bright while you walked around the city, which made him happy as well.

“We should come back for ice skating, what do you think?”

He placed his arm over your shoulder pulling you closer, then kissed you in the side of your head.

“Whatever you want, mon amour” Butterflies erupted within your stomach and you hugged him.

“I love you, Beau”

“I love you, Y/N” He said while looking down at you, ending the sweet moment with a quick peck on the lips.

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barzzal · 3 years

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between halls and thin walls

summary: friends who fool around almost never work. almost.

↳ pairing: mathew barzal x you

↳ warnings: angst, smut, fluff, platonic anthony beauvillier x reader, swearing, sexual/suggestive themes, and the whole fwb mess

↳ genre: roommates au, best friend’s best friend, friends with benefits, 18+ minors dni*

↳ length: series; part one (3.1k), part two, part three, part four, part five, part six

↳ masterlist: the barn

↳ track: body language by big sean, haunted by beyonce, nobody’s business by rihanna

note: this idea came to me while i was working on another wip so kind of an impulse thing again ig zz this will definitely be a multi-part imagine tho still not sure how many but nonetheless this is part one! i hope yall would like it and do lmk what u think :’))

The first time was an accident. The second was a mistake. And the third, — is there even a word for it?

“I can’t believe I’m having sex with you for the third time.” you pant, catching your breath, rolling your eyes at the man playing off his signature smug grin on top of you.

“Do you want me to stop then?” he teases, pulling half of his dick out slowly in the most antagonizing manner, letting you sit in despair for having made such an insensitive remark.

“We both know you can’t.” you smirk. “You have the hots for me, Barzy.”

You bite his lips when he leaned in for a kiss.

“Always so cocky.” he hums, voice husk and hot in agreement just as he puts himself back inside you— treating himself with what seems to be the best morning sex he’s ever had.

You wrap your arms around his nape and your legs around his waist. You moan in his lips all the while Mat continues to slam his weight against you, going at a pace quite moving for your morning affairs.

But as the two of you drown in the heat of the moment, a knock on the door was more than enough to send shivers down both of your spine. You meet each other’s eyes, panic evident in an instant.

“Shit.” Mathew grunts.

“Y/N! You up?” Anthony knocks at the other side of the door. You were fast to shot Mathew a knowing look, urging him to zip himself and utter no word.

“Y-Yeah!” You caught yourself stifling a moan when Mathew did the exact opposite of what was asked of him and tauntingly moved inside you. You glare at him, uttering a silent “fuck.” when he takes your mouth yet again.

“I’ll hit the shower then let’s have breakfast, ‘s that good?” Anthony asks, his voice loud in an effort to be heard.

You reply carelessly, “Sure, yes! Be there in a minute!”

You hold Mathew’s shoulder, stopping him from whatever madness he was trying to inflict on you before you completely lose your mind. He lets out a small laugh and starts nibbling your ear. His tongue draw wet circles on your skin whilst you make sure that the innocent left-winger is nowhere near your door.

Once you’re sure the two of you were no longer compromised, you release your hold on Mathew. You then let your hand travel back to his nape, the other settling on his strong arm.

“You have five minutes, mister.” you say in command.

Knowing that he wasn’t one to back down on a challenge, Mathew’s lips crashed against yours seconds after you’ve given him an ultimatum. His hand carelessly grips on your waist as the two of you grind on each other, working to meet your own highs before Anthony steps out of his bathroom. You exchange suppressed moans in each other’s lips, whimpering at how good Mathew’s groans sound in your ear.

“Four minutes.” you remind him.

“Would you stop counting? I’m trying to concentrate here.” Mat breathes at once; still with a mission in mind. His candidness makes you laugh.

“My bad.” you cage his cheeks with both of your hands to lock him in another kiss. This time, your hips meeting his pelvis in sync as you finally feel yourself nearing your own edge.

Mathew seems to have understood your body language and started to pick up at a progressive speed, burying himself further inside you in spite of your cunt constricting him whole. The warmth of your walls do unexplainable wonders for him. He knew he wouldn’t last long enough after you came. Once he meets your end with one final stroke, he lets himself go, exploding inside your walls, still with a whole minute to spare.

He playfully bites your shoulder before pulling himself out, discarding the used condom and tossing it out straight into your bin. You watch him gather his stuff and start dressing himself; a sight laid forth exclusively for you.

“I still have sixty seconds, wanna go again?” he kids amidst already putting his boxers and pants on. He runs a hand through his messed up hair once he was settled.

“You just never shut up, don’t you?” you sarcastically ask, throwing your head back with a small laugh.

“Five minutes? On command?” He taunts, shaking his head with nothing but thick arrogance. “‘Course, I’ll never shut up, y/n.”

“Well, Beau’s definitely not gonna if he ever finds out about this, so go and get your ass out of here.” you order, throwing his sweater that miraculously ended up on top of one of your lamp shades from your unexpected shenanigan last night.

He throws it over his head the moment he catches it with ease, “French toasts?” he asks, bobbing his pretty brows up and down.

“Fine. Now, get lost so I could get dressed.”

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You let the warm water hit your skin running like beads down every inch of your body. With closed eyes, you try to remove the image of you and Mathew running inside your head endlessly. The image of how he knocked on your door in the middle of the night, how you willingly gave in his kisses, how he effortlessly owned your lips without having to say a word, and how just like the other night, you’ve let yourself be lured by a man whose quirks you hated the most— maybe even a little too much for you to find yourself moaning his name first thing in the morning. Regardless of all that, no matter how much you tell yourself that it’s wrong, you just can’t. Because deep down, even if you haven’t realized it yet, it felt right.

Things between you and Mathew have been in between exchanges of decencies and civility when he temporarily moved in with you and Beau. He decided to leave his apartment and find a better one after almost a year of living in that hell bent a few blocks away from you and Anthony’s.

He wasn’t really fond of his former apartment being that his upstairs neighbor was obnoxiously loud and the man that lives from across the hall had badly trained dogs that barked incessantly at the tiniest sound in the middle of the night. Anthony didn’t even see the point of him living in that place. Nevertheless, he gladly took him in when he heard him talking about it with Marts in the dressing room.

You and Anthony have always dreamt of living in the city. You remember talking about it during afternoons spent over each other’s homes, doing each other’s homework or letting Beau force you to be his attending goalie just so he could practice his shots more. That’s why when you watched him go up that stage to receive his Islander sweater the night he got drafted, you knew you had to pull through and exert more effort in order to make that life long dream come true.

Lo and behold, after his rookie year, a letter came in confirming that you’ve passed and got into a prestigious university in the city. Anthony was over the moon when you phoned him the night you got the confirmation. He immediately made plans and assured you that he already had prepared a place for you to stay in his apartment. No, scratch that, your shared apartment.

You were just thankful to have him by your side all the way. He had been with you through all your highs and lows and the mere thought of working on your respective careers, all whilst still having each other’s backs, is probably what kept you going through all these years.

He was the brother you never had. He was there to celebrate with you in your proudest moments, and he was there— in his sweatpants, holding a giant tub of your favourite ice cream even if it meant having to crush his body more in training just so he could be with you as you get through another one of your break ups. He was there. Both wins and losses, and all the ugly and the bad in between. He was there.

When you first got on the Island, Anthony had already taken care of all the stuff you were just worrying about back home. He picked you up at the airport with the same giant smile beaming on his face. There wasn’t anything much to do besides you finally moving in. He even had a whole closet designated for your clothes and a personal space you’d be glad enough to call your own so it would be convenient enough for you. However, when you did move in, it seemed that Anthony had forgotten about a minor yet significant detail that ought to change, perhaps even derail the whole dynamic between you and your best friend.

Or in this case, his best friend.

To look back on all the years you and Anthony have spent together, you were most certainly sure about one thing. He was dumb. Although meeting Mathew years ago shed a different light, for that man, despite sharing most of Tito’s best qualities and appalling idiosyncrasies, was just what borderline stupidity that not even yours and Anthony’s awful quirks combined could justify how much Mathew’s dumbassery got into your nerves. That’s why when that night happened, you’ve sworn to yourself that you will never let Mathew lay a hand on you ever again.

Then again, promises aren’t meant to be kept.

The first time was an accident.

The second was a mistake,— a mistake that you profusely shoved at the back of your head but still vividly remember.

You have been avoiding Mathew for the past two days since the first incident. That, unfortunately, also includes the unusual kindness you spare your naive best friend out of guilt. You haven’t realized Mat was even at home when you came out of the kitchen, holding one of Tito’s guilty pleasures aka New York’s finest cheesecake.

“Oh.” Mat stops mid-sentence, unsure of how he’s suddenly at a loss of words to whatever the hell it was that he was telling Beau.

“Hey.” he casually nods, dismissing the awkward air that eerily sat between the two of you, your chest calming the second you see that Tito didn’t pick up on any of it.

“Hey.” you acknowledged with a tight smile.

“Dessert?” you offer, putting the round diet-ruining piece of mouthful calories at the center of the table. Too much for living in a house with professional athletes, right?

You cut Tito a more generous sliver than what he would normally have. He shot you an unsure look but you insisted. After all, you were already feeling shitty for having nailed his other best friend, who at the time was shooting subtle yet hintful looks your way, trying so hard to avoid how incredibly hot you’ve become before his eyes.

You feel so exposed under his gaze so you figured facing him and acting as if nothing had happened would be the best way to deal with whatever predicament you and Mathew were in. However, as if on cue, Anthony moans– his eyes closed, savouring a spoonful of light and moist cheesecake in his mouth, devoid of the madness unfolding exclusively for him.

“I swear on my life, it gets better when you get to taste it more than once.” he muses.

Mathew, who had his mouth latched on the rim of his drink, almost drowns himself and ends up coughing wildly, his chest burning under all the liquid he’s wrongfully inhaled.

“Barz, what the fuck!” Tito reprimands, putting more attention (mostly concern) to saving the cheesecake than his best friend. “The hell is wrong with you?”

You did nothing but hold the silverware tightly in your fist, forcing whatever normalcy you still have left for a reaction, choosing not to take part in any of Mat’s inexorable recklessness.

“Sorry.” he apologizes half-heartedly, clearly saying the word Tito wanted to hear.

Mat then clears his throat, unknowingly painting quite a sight for you as you watched the knob of his Adam’s apple move in a way that accentuated his chiseled jaw and his all too flushed cheeks, making you swallow hard– remembering what went down the day before yesterday.

In an effort to relieve yourself from the impending embarrassment you begin feeling in between your thighs, you stand, taking Tito’s half-eaten plate not caring about how he was far from being finished, “Do you really want to finish this or should I call your trainer?”

Anthony only rolls his eyes, choosing his battles.

“Geez. Relax, Mom.” he chuckles, earning himself a firm smack in the head from you.

You pay no attention to his exaggerated wail nor the man sitting quietly beside him. The same man who was rather preoccupied in eyeing the flesh shining under the well-lit apartment, allowing himself a perfectly good vantage point of the tight shorts that embraced your all too immaculate ass.

Thank god Mathew had the initiative and presented to do the dishes himself. You were tired from whipping out dinner for the boys considering that they’re the same blokes that once attempted to teach you how to make a mean grilled-cheese sandwich wrapped in aluminum foil under the heat of a flat iron. Which, by the way, is a bad idea.

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You had just gone out the bathroom, relieved of the tension and stress from a warm bath you’ve thrown yourself. Your hands travel down your thigh, putting your favourite lotion on as you get ready for bed. Your mind, for one thing, was miles away. You were able to do the one thing you have explicitly told yourself not to when Mat moved into your home. Sure you shared the occasional banters and bickering and whatnot — maybe even argue throughout the process, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t find him attractive at all.

You were a decent human being, yes. But you were far from being a saint.

You were already making your way to your bed, a hand loosening your night robe to reveal a matching satin sleep dress that mirrored the New York night sky however an unexpected knock on your door refrained you from doing so. You sigh, thinking what Anthony could have possibly wanted so late into the night. You begrudgingly twist and re-do the silk tie that held your delicates underneath as you make your way to the door.

The cold brass knob enveloped your hands, “What now Beau— oh.”

“Hi.” he says at once, lips almost falling agape at the sight, immediately feeling his mouth dry. A shy smile compensates for it instead.

It’s not like you were so secretive nor subtle about it, but Mathew did pick up on the sudden change that befell the two of you after that night. Sure, he did want you. He still wants you in fact. But he wasn’t a total ass. He wanted to make sure that you were okay and that he’d gladly step aside because that night, despite giving him unsought boners quite recently just by thinking about it, still needed to be addressed so he could clear things out because the last thing he’d want to do was to ruin his friendship with you and Tito. He knew how much you meant to him. He has a sister, for crying out loud. He knew full well not to screw with women.

Not unless he was given permission.

“Hi.” you return his polite smile.

“What– What are you doing here?” you try to act as candid as possible. Although, not helping at all if you had asked Mathew.

His hand instantly finds his nape, “I know I wasn’t the only one at fault here. But I—”

You immediately cut him off, opening the door wider to invite him in.

“Beau might get out for a glass of water.” you say, briefly eyeing the hallway.

Mathew obliged, clearly not wanting to be seen by the oblivious winger either. He makes his way into your bedroom. He runs his long and vice-like fingers on his lips, thinking about how he’d walk you through it.

“Look, I know what happened the other night was a huge mistake.” he starts, gray eyes darting through yours, testing the waters.

When you avoid his gaze and hug yourself to hold your composure before sitting at the end of your bed, he only follows and speaks again, “I just–” he takes a moment to breathe, “I didn’t want to mess anything up. And it felt like I did because if I didn’t, you wouldn’t be avoiding me, right?” he asks, his voice started in a definitive tone. So sure of himself, only to be rendered mute in the end.

You let out a sigh, letting your guard down, tucking some of your hair at the back of your ear. You knew that this would eventually come up. If he hadn’t knocked on your door, sure enough you’d be finding yourself knocking on his for the same matter.

“That night– ” you say, fidgeting with your fingers. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

You look up to find his face inches away from you. Neither of you realized how the dip of your bed has made you close to each other, all stripped down of your personal spaces. You search for his eyes through the dim of your night light, his nose ghosting over your cheeks as Mat tries to pull his shit together.

“It shouldn’t have.” he answers meekly, clearly his words going against what willed his body.

“Bad bad mistake.” you faintly whisper, your lips lingering too close to the fire.

Mathew needs to make sure. He knew he needed it bad. You just have to let him know you did too.

Your eyes meet his but his irises flicker quickly to the soft material safely resting in between his fingers. Satin ties.

You feel him tug onto it lightly, shooting his shot. If you take his hand, he’ll back away and he would no longer push it.

You didn’t.

“So bad.” he mutters, his lips stirring whatever it was that needed to be stirred.

This time, Mat pulls the tie further, loosening its hold around your waist. You don’t budge and he feels his chest tighten even more.

Instead you look down his alabaster fingers, watching the material weave through it as Mat extends it to push your loosened robe apart. You don’t say a word when you meet his eyes again.

And that’s how Mathew knew you wanted the same thing too.

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islesnucks · 3 years

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could you write something fluffy with tito? like just pure fluff pleaseeee

i’d love to! first time writing for tito hope this turns out okay hahaha

NOT 'IF', 'WHEN' - ANTHONY BEAUVILLIER X READER

Word count: 897

Warning: none

Summary: you give Tito his birthday present and he notices something particular about him, just overall pure fluff as requested

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“Happy birthday!” you said placing the little gift bag on your boyfriend’s lap as he rested on the couch.

“But it isn’t my birthday.” Anthony looked up at you confused, grabbing the paper bag.

“Happy early birthday!” you corrected yourself, smile not fading. He could tell you were excited, but he still didn’t get why you were giving it to him now since his birthday was more than a month away.

You noticed this and proceeded to explain yourself. “I know, I know. I had this idea for a gift and I thought it’d take longer to get done but it didn’t so I already have it and I can't wait another month or so to give it to you.”

His lips curled up as he heard you, it was so you to get excited about small stuff he didn’t even know why he was surprised at first, especially with gifts. He swore one of his favorite things ever was to watch you open gifts, the way your face would light up even with the smallest present, only caring about the meaning behind it.

“Babe you know I don’t expect gifts or anything-” he started to say, the same speech he’d use whenever you spent money on him, but you cut him off.

“‘You are all I could ever wish for’ I know Beauvillier, we’ve been together for 4 years now and every single time I buy something for you you say the same thing. Can you please just open it? I really think you’re gonna like it.”

“Ok, ok. Come here.” He lifted the bag with one hand as the other grabbed the belt loop of your pants, drawing you closer to him.

You positioned yourself sideways on his lap and he put one arm around you, the other bringing down the bag to place it on your lap. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he gave you a final funny look before opening the bag and carefully pulling out his present.

“It’s a dog tag chain and it has something engraved.” you told him before he could even take a proper look at it, something he found extremely cute and made it clear with a gentle chuckle.

He turned the tag on his hand and read the set of numbers written on it. “Our anniversary.”

“Nice, you remembered.” you joked, knowing well he’d never forget it.

“How could I not? It’s my favorite day ever.” It was, he’d always remember the day you said yes to being his girlfriend as the luckiest day of his life, and it would only take place as his second favorite day once the first place was taken by the day you said yes to marrying him, something he had already been planning and wasn’t far away.

“I thought it would be a nice thing to have you know when you go on roadies or when you play, like a little reminder I love you and I’m proud of you, so I’m kind of always there with you in a way.” The smile on his face only grew and his eyes showed all the love and adoration he had for you as he heard you speak.

“Thank you. I love it.” He stretched his neck to place a kiss on your cheek, loving the proud look you had in your eyes. Then he looked once again at the tag and noticed something. "Please don’t take this the wrong way, why does it have so much free space?"

“Because I thought you know in the future if any other important things happen you can get them engraved there.” you said biting your lip nervously.

“Other important things?”

“You know what I mean.” Your blushing cheeks and the way you were suddenly avoiding eye contact gave it away. It wasn’t a new topic, you had talked about it many times, but that didn’t make it less embarrassing whenever it came up.

“I do, but I wanna hear you say it.” he insisted, nudging you gently with his head.

You finally looked at him, sheepish smirk met by his expectant gaze. “You know if we get married and have kids and all of that, you can get those special dates engraved on the tag too.”

It was music to his years knowing you had that thought about that as you went shopping for his birthday gift, because it was something that never left his mind. He could not picture a future without you, it didn’t matter if he went on to win 10 Stanley cups or his career was over tomorrow, if you lived in new york or back in canada or the other side of the word, as long as you were next to him he knew he’d be happy.

“Not ‘if’, ‘when’ we get married and have kids.” he corrected you playfully, with a spark on his blue eyes that made your heart skip a beat. You didn’t know how but he somehow managed to make you fall more and more in love with him every moment, this not being the exception.

“When we get married and have kids.” you repeated, a loving smile matching his as you leaned down to kiss him.

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sunshineseguin · 3 years

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last updated: may 6, 2021

“you’re bad for me, and baby i’m bad for you” nsfw — (jamie oleksiak x oc)

when vanessa follows tyler to dallas after years of begging, a certain defenseman doesn’t make it easy for her to settle into the group that her best friend calls family. it’s seems as though jamie is hellbent on being a thorn in her side until the end of time. but what if that thorn was really a seed, and it sprouts into something that neither of them expected?

“she said that i don’t look like me no more, no more” — (nolan patrick x oc)

nolan and scarlett were the picture perfect, fairytale happy ending that children dreamt of. at least, that’s what scarlett always thought.

“i think you got all you came for. but do you want more?” nsfw — (matthew tkachuk x oc)

noah hanifin has made it clear that his best friend danielle was off limits, but matthew isn’t one to follow rules. despite all warning, dani lets herself be sucked in, and she isn’t sure she’ll ever be able to shake matt’s hold on her.

“have it any way you like” nsfw — (tyson jost x reader)

tyson doesn’t like to be the controlling boyfriend. he doesn’t want to demand y/n change outfits before a night out and he damn sure won’t tell her what she can or can’t do. after a rough losing streak and a petty argument that never seemed to end, y/n throwing herself at his teammate is the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

“do you think about me still?” — (anthony beauvillier x oc)

anthony and jenna had no intensions to ever see the other again after their nasty break up. they had cut their loses and seemingly moved on with their lives. fate had other plans and brings the the two broken souls together once again.

“so many reasons why i could never stay” — (tyler seguin x oc)

childhood best friends gwen and tyler have always had a love for each other no one could understand, not even themselves.

“if there’s nothing but pain, put it on me” — nolan patrick x oc)

nolan quite likes his little quiet apartment building on a corner in downtown philadelphia. it’s something that he can call his own and escape to when he’s feeling overwhelmed. his new neighbor eliza brings the noise, and nolan is more than willing to face it.

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idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 · 4 years

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Treat You Better

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Yes – Anonymous

Tagging: @thirteenisles

Fandom: NHL

Relationship: Pre-Established; Anthony Beauvillier x Reader

Song: Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes

Summary: When explaining why he doesn’t like your boyfriend, Anthony lets a little secret slip.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Mentions of a toxic relationship(s)

“You don’t have to go, you know.” Anthony said as he put the car in park. You were hanging out with him in the afternoon and had plans with your boyfriend in the evening and he offered to drive you there.

“What do you mean?” You asked and he shrugged.

“I just don’t know what you see in him.”

You rolled your eyes and undid your seat belt. Anthony had never liked any of your boyfriends. It felt like every time you introduced him to them, Anthony had his mind made up that he was going to hate them regardless of who they were. It annoyed you to no end. Anthony was the most important person in your life and you wanted him to get along with your significant other, but that just never seemed to happen.

It was more annoying that he couldn’t keep his feelings to himself. He would always scoff or roll his eyes or down right tell you he didn’t like your boyfriend or how he treated you. Anthony couldn’t shut up about how they treated you, which made you roll your eyes because your boyfriends treated you just fine.

“He’s a good guy, I don’t know why you can’t see that.” You told him. Again. Your frustrations clearly coming through in your voice.

“But he’s not!” Anthony snapped. One thing about him was that he never raised his voice. Anthony was the nicest guy you had ever met, he was kind and gentle and he didn’t yell and he wasn’t ashamed of liking hugs and other “soft things,” so the raise in his voice caught you off guard, making you jump just a little.

“I’m sorry,” he told you, his voice back to its usual volume. “But he isn’t a good guy and he doesn’t treat you right.”

You rolled your eyes and opened the door of his car to get out, but Anthony reached across you and grabbed the door, pulling it closed and keeping you in the car. “Just listen to me for once and then you can leave and go screw him or whatever, but listen to me one fucking time.”

You pursed your lips and gave him a curt nod, crossing your arms over your chest. “Fine.”

“He makes you feel guilty for having fun, and he wants to know where you are and who you’re with. Those are notgood qualities. You’ve told me before when he buys dinner he expects sex from you. You’re not a prostitute, (Y/N), you don’t owe him shit. He doesn’t support your ambitions, which is kinda a huge deal. I know how passionate you are about your work and you should be with someone who recognizes that. You know what you want and you need to go get it, not be held back by someone who would rather see you cook him dinner instead of happy. He hates when you hang out with me because he doesn’t trust you. Trust, (Y/N). Trust is the backbone for every relationship and he only trusts you if you’re within arms reach of him. Not to mention he disappoints you every damn time!” Anthony explained, using his fingers to count as he listed all the major problems in your relationship.

Having it laid out like that made your stomach twist. You always tried to ignore all that, but it was hard to ignore it when it was thrown in your face like that.

You nodded and reached for the door handle, your voice weak. “I hear you, I just…” You shook your head. “Every relationship has its weaknesses and bad things, but you can’t focus on them or you’ll lose sight of the good.”

“No,” Anthony shook his head. “You’re choosing to ignore all the faults to hold on to something that’s weighing you down more than raising you up. It’s different. Which you would see if you just let someone treat you like you deserved to be treated.”

“And who would that be? Chris Evans?” You joked, rolling your eyes again. You were getting tired of hearing it and you were getting even more tired of rolling your eyes, but it seemed like your default response to everything he was saying.

“Me!” He shouted before he froze realizing what he just said.

You instinctively turned to him. Surprised would be an understatement. He just kept staring straight ahead through the windshield, his hands on the wheel as he was too afraid to look at you. You could see the tension in his shoulders.

“What did you just say?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head but he still didn’t look at you. “Nothing. Forget about it. You can go.”

“Tito—” You tried, but he cut you off.

“Don’t. Don’t say anything. We can just pretend this didn’t happen. Now go run to your bastard boyfriend and just let me leave.” He said, his voice dangerous void of emotion. Your stomach twisted at the way he spoke to you, but you nodded and opened the car door, giving him another look before you got out of the car and closed the door behind you. Once you had taken a step back from the car, he was drove off, leaving you on the curb of your boyfriend’s apartment as you tried to process everything that happened.

You were supposed to go up to your boyfriend’s apartment, but instead you found yourself sitting in the lobby of the building going over everything that happened. You had never thought about Anthony that way. He had only ever been your friend. But now everything made sense. No wonder he never liked any of your boyfriends, he wanted you. He was jealous.

You tried to wrap your head around the fact that your friend had feelings for you. He was the sweetest, most amazing person you had ever met. You had said again and again that any girl would be lucky to have him, you just didn’t know if you were that girl. But you could be.

It wasn’t hard to imagine kissing him. Or him looking at you lovingly with his arms around you. Or waking up beside him. Him making you dinner or going on dates with him. It wasn’t hard to imagine at all and it left your heart fluttering in a way no other guys had.

And you replayed everything he had said about your boyfriend and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was right. Everything he said was true and it applied to more than just your current boyfriend. All of your exes did the same thing. You did deserve to be treated better than that. You deserved someone who supported you and wanted you to be happy and respected you.

And Anthony did.

You knew what you had to do, so you took a deep breath and walked to the elevator and clicked the number for your boyfriend’s, soon to be ex-boyfriend, floor.

“I broke up with him.” You said as soon as Anthony opened the door.

He did a full double take, his eyes closing for a second. After everything that went down, he was not ready to see you. And you also just dropped a bomb on him. It was too much. You didn’t wait for a response and pushed your way passed him into his apartment. You didn’t need to do this in the hallway.

“I broke up with him because of you.” You said, your voice steady despite the nerves clawing at your chest.

Anthony slowly closed the door behind you and turned to look at you. “What do you mean you broke up with him because of me?”

“Everything you said. You were right. He wasn’t good for me.” You told him and Tito scoffed and rolled his eyes, mumbling a ‘yeah’ under his breath, but you kept talking. “But you know who is good for me?”

“Hmm?” He asked, going along with you despite having no idea what was actually going on. He was still trying to catch up and process that you not only broke up with your boyfriend which he had been hoping you would do for months, but you did that for him. And this was on top of him having spent the last hour fighting with himself over his accidental confession to you.

“You.” You said, your voice sure. But even though your voice was sure and steady, you were terrified. He might have said that he would treat you better, but it was still scary talking about it. You were choosing to cross the line between friends and more.

“Me?” He asked, pointing a finger to his chest like somehow you were talking about someone else. You were too amazing for someone like him in his mind. He thought you weren’t going to talk to him again, not come bursting through his front door implying that you might like him back.

“Yeah. You. You’re good to me.” You told him, the confidence that carried you to his apartment wearing off. Your heart was already pounding but now it felt like it was running a race it had no chance of winning.

Anthony took a moment to think, licking his lips before he answered you. “I don’t know what you mean.” His voice was breathy as he struggled to keep his composure. He was terrified that you were going to take his heart and throw it out of his apartment window where it would break into tiny pieces on the sidewalk.

You took a shaky breath and stepped closer to him, putting your hands on his shoulders. “All this time I’ve been dating dick heads who think love and someone making them a sandwich is the same thing when you and your love has been here all along, I’ve just been too blind to see it.”

He let his hands fall to your hips but he took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. “I’m not a rebound.”

You shook your head, bringing your hands up to his cheeks, your fingers running over the rough stubble of not shaving today. “You’re not. I’ve dated all these dicks because that’s what I thought I deserved, but then you came along and you’ve shown me that I’m worth more and that I can be loved. I was just too afraid to do anything about it because you’re too perfect to be stuck with someone like me but you kept telling me to go after what I want, and now I am.”

You took your hands off him and took a step back. “I understand if you don’t want me. I won’t be offended or hurt,” you lied through your teeth, but you gave him an out. It would hurt like a bitch to be rejected by him, but he was right. You spent your life in and out of back to back relationship with the same kind of dick. Basically rebound after rebound. You hadn’t even been single for an hour and here you were looking for another relationship.

Anthony’s fears were valid.

He caught your hands as you stepped back and he gave them a squeeze. “You know I love you.” Your heart dropped at his words, steeling yourself for the worst. No one ever started something good that way. “But I don’t know. I need you to be sure in this.”

“I am.” You reassured him and he shook his head.

“I don’t know if you are.” He didn’t pull his hands back though, rather, he rubbed the back of your hands with his thumbs. “And that kills me.”

You fell in love with him a little bit more. All these guys you’ve dated, they took your words as they were, they didn’t see past them or take your feelings into consideration, nor did they know you well enough or even care if you were lying or not certain. Anthony knew you and he care about you and about you being certain in your choices. He wanted you to want him, but he knew you weren’t in a position to make that choice. You needed time and maybe you would realize you didn’t want him, and that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered to him was that you were happy and that you would get what you wanted, what you needed.

“Tito…” You whispered, but he shook his head again.

“What’s going to happen is,” he told you with a soft voice, his lips twitching up into a smile. “I’m going to order your favourite take out and we’re going to watch a movie, just like normal. And you are going to take all the time you need to think about this, really think about this. And you are not going to take my feelings into consideration. This is about you and what you want. Okay?”

You smiled and pulled him into a hug knowing that, if all the dickheads were worth something, it was that they led you to Prince Charming because while you didn’t know how many days or weeks it would take to get over your ex and heal from all the damage, you knew that would pick Anthony.

At the end of the day it was always him.

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hotgirl wips

love is an open door (100%)✅ stepdad!beau x fluff when the reader’s daughter loves beau’s company and falls asleep on his arms for the first time chances are high she’s gonna start seeing him as a father figure sooner than later. I’m with you (100%)✅ joel farabee x fluff life has its ups and downs but the reader’s downs are really low, good thing joel is there to take care of her and navigate through this sea of hurt and confusion.

meet the parents (30%) mat barzal x angst&fluff what would you do if your mother didn’t really like your current boyfriend and in addiction invited your ex to the family barbecue happening at your parent’s house? it seems hard for the reader to decide what to do without hurting the ones she loves, especially when mat is not only jealous but kinda hurt by her mother’s words.

comethru (100%) ✅ mat barzal x fluff when the reader goes to work sick and passes out at work, barzy is there to make sure they go to the hospital, and although she doesn’t want to he’ll definitely take care of her through it all.

gives you hell (20%) mat barzal x angst&fluff&smut mat though he would be able to follow his captain’s rule: no funny business with his sister, but how was he supposed to stick to the line when y/n is a rebel heart with a big cause, an even bigger smile, and just as though as her older brother?

ILYSB (5%) mat barzal x smut not much to say, just lazy morning sex with barzy

I lost a friend (5%) anthony beauvillier x angst when the reader accepted to keep secret her relationship with beau she wasn’t expecting to keep this secret forever nor for him to break her heart like he did.

onlyfansboyfriend (didn’t start yet) mat barzal x idk yet lol from all the things the reader forgot to do deleting her old onlyfans account was the worse, or at least this is the first thing she thinks when her nhler boyfriend finds out about it.

bored in the house (didn’t start yet) mat barzal x smut quarantine with mat would go smoothly calm, or that’s what the reader thought at first, more specifically before mat started doing random challenges (that he wouldn’t post, of course) such as walking around naked.

caterpillar (didn’t start yet) dad!barzal x pure fluff while mat is up to huge and specific things like a Disney party, a day in the park, a road trip, and all, his kids' favorite venture is doing random things with him such as going to the supermarket or him taking them to the school (here you get to read both ;p) you’re the best part (didn’t start yet) mat barzal x angst&fluff after a harsh game all Mathew wants is to be held by the reader, and he starts to have a bad time controlling his feelings the whole trip back home.

line without a hook (didn’t start yet) anthony beauvillier x angst beau had everything to get the reader to go on a date with him but when his insecurities get the best of him things get out to control. he can’t help but compare himself with everyone around her and get to really sad conclusions such as a) he’ll never be able to get someone like you, you’re too great for him and b) you were so close to barzy, maybe you were into his best friend after all he was mat barzal.

come back home (didn’t start yet) Matthew tkachuk x angst&fluff the reader comforts matty regarding his stressful season and the hateful comments on the internet.

ride slow (didn’t start yet) nathan mackinnon x smut your boyfriend had a great performance on the ice and he’ll sure give you a perfect one in bed as well.

tasty-three (didn’t start yet) mat barzal x smut he can have three wishes after a hattrick, what will he ask for?

3 broken rules (didn’t start yet) mat barzal x fluff the reader has three rules when it comes to dating, 1) you never go to a date without a backup plan, maybe let a friend waiting for a signal to call you and get you out of it; 2) don’t give too much information too soon and 3) no kisses allowed - not even on the cheek! but what if she finally found an exception?

➔ Disclaimer: there’s too much barzy stuff, I’m aware but they were mostly requested (and he's my fav!!!!! so forgive me lord for I have an obsession for a certain Canadian); I am working on different projects in the meantime, these are just the long ones and all, but I’m working on the blurbs requests you guys sent me (and I’m also doing themed days hihi). please, be patient with me, I may take time but I always get it done <3.

➔ also: make sure you not only like but reblog my pieces, it means a lot and that’s how we support content creators! *muah*

➔ here’s my masterlist

these titles can always change! they’re just so I can keep my docs organized.

last edited: June, 15th

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pastrnaks-sainz · 4 years

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Besties

Pairing: Anthony Beauvillier x female!reader

Type: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1547

Summary: You and Casey Cizikas had been best friends for as long as you could remember. When he invited you to come live with him in New York, you jumped at the chance. When he introduced you to his team, you were instantly drawn to number 18.

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“My God you two,” Mat groaned as he threw his head back in fake annoyance. He’d been listening to you and Casey talk for at least an hour. It was his fault, really. He’d arrived at Casey’s an hour before he should have, having messed up the time Casey’s welcome home party for you was happening.

“Like you and Tito are any better,” Casey laughed, tossing his teammate another beer. Mat caught it with ease and took an eager sip.

“Careful, Barzy,” you chided. “Keep drinking like that and you’ll be passed out on the couch before the party even starts.”

“Speaking of the party,” Casey grunted as he stood and went to get the door as three loud bangs pierced the air. Shouts arose from the door as Casey pulled it open. You shot Mat a look before standing up and joining Casey. Half of the New York Islanders stood outside the door.

“Is this the famous Y/N we’ve been hearing so much about?” Anders Lee asked as he walked in.

“Aww you talk about me,” you teased, punching Casey’s shoulder. He laughed and shook his head as he stepped aside and let the team in. They introduced themselves to you as they passed. The last one in line caught your eye. The number eighteen on his sleeve gave his identity away before he was even able to tell you his name.

“Anthony Beauvillier,” he smiled as he shook your hand. “But most people call me Tito.”

“Well, Tito,” you grinned as you took his hand, only to feel a shock go through your body when your skin touched. From the way Tito reacted, you could tell he felt the same thing. “Uhm, nice- nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” he said, holding on to your hand for just a fraction of a second too long. You didn’t realize you were the only ones standing by the door until a wolf whistle came from somewhere over by the couch.

“Get a room, you two!” Casey shouted with a smirk.

“Shut up,” Tito grumbled as you walked over with him. You groaned inwardly when you saw the only two seat left were on the floor in front of the fireplace squished between Devon Toews and Josh Bailey. You sat down, squished between Anthony and Josh. Casey shot you a look, seeing how flustered you were. You glared at him as you felt your skin heat up at Anthony’s thigh pressing against yours.

The rest of the team came in soon after the first group, making it a tight squeeze in Casey’s apartment. You and Anthony had smiled at each other a few times, unable to talk. After a game of beer pong started up between Sebastian Aho, Thomas Greiss, Andrew Ladd, and Jordan Eberle, you decided it was time for you to slip away to somewhere quieter.

“My head is starting to hurt, wanna go somewhere else?” you nudged Anthony, finally having talked yourself up enough to do it.

“Yes,” he answered enthusiastically. “Please.”

You took his hand and led him down the hall towards your room. You closed the door behind you and sat down in the orange bean bag in the corner with a huff.

“The team can be a lot,” Anthony said as he discretely looked around your room, noting a jersey signed by Casey hanging on the wall. “Sorry this is your first interaction with them. I’d say they’re calmer at the stadium but that’s not true at all.”

“I grew up with Casey,” you shrugged. “I'm pretty used to hockey players’ antics by now.”

“Did you play?” Anthony asked, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

“Nah,” you shook your head as you sat up. “I can’t skate for shit.”

“You just didn’t have the right teacher,” Anthony shrugged.

“Are you offering to teach me to skate?” you asked, smirking.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “The guys are pretty distracted by that game of beer pong. Wanna sneak out to Rockefeller Center? I’ll teach you to skate, if you want to.”

“Yes,” you said as you stood up and walked over to your closet. You pulled a heavy jacket from the rack and a fluffy hat and a fuzzy scarf from the shelf.

“They’re not paying attention,” Anthony said as he peaked out the door. “If we’re gonna make a run for it let’s do it now.”

You couldn’t help but feel like a teenager as you followed Anthony out of the apartment. You were able to slip through the door without anybody seeing or stopping you. You and Anthony were in fits of giggles by the time you were sitting in his car in the parking garage.

“I didn’t expect that to give me such a rush,” Anthony sighed as he pulled out of the parking garage and started the drive toward Rockefeller Center.

“Same here,” you agreed, glancing out the window. You had only been in New York for a short amount of time, and high rise buildings that surrounded you at all hours of the day still amazed you.

“I don’t think I’ve snuck out of anything since I was sixteen,” Anthony said, taking a right. “And I’ve never done this before.”

“This’ll be fun,” you tossed Anthony a smile as he pulled into a parking space by Rockefeller Center. You climbed out of the car and walked down the sidewalk with him, hands shoved in your pockets in attempt to escape the bitter New York winter. Your heart thudded dully in your chest as your nerves picked up. Casey had tried to teach you to skate numerous times. You were never able to get it. The thought of looking like a deer on ice in front of an NHL player made you understandably nervous.

“You okay?” he asked, elbowing your arm gently. “You seem nervous.”

“A bit,” you admitted with a small laugh.

“Don’t be,” he said with a smile. “I don’t bite.”

You smiled at him in response, trying to beat back the thoughts that brought to your mind.

The skating rink in Rockefeller Center was busy, making you somehow even more nervous. Having Anthony by your side, though, calmed you down. His presence was enough to make you relax as you laced up your skates.

“You’ll do fine,” he told you as he stepped onto the ice. “Just hold my hands and follow my lead. I won’t let you fall, I promise.”

His words made your chest get that fuzzy feeling. That spark you got when you shook his hand back at Casey’s returned as you let your hands rest in his.

“Good, now just watch my feet and do what I do,” he instructed you.

You stared at his feet as he skated backwards. He made it look so easy.

“Maybe that wasn’t the best idea,” Anthony laughed. You looked up at him and shook your head. “Okay, uhm, you just need to trust yourself. Push off with your right foot then your left and keep doing that. You’ll get it, I promise. I won’t let you fall.”

“You make it sound so easy,” you huffed as you tried to follow his instructions.

“Don’t look now but you’re doing it,” Anthony said, a grin on his face. You giggled as you felt the ice move smoothly beneath your feet. It felt so natural, not at all like it felt when Casey tried to teach you.

“I’m doing it!” you laughed. Anthony couldn’t help but laugh along with you. The sound was infectious.

“I’m gonna let go of your hand now, okay?” he said as he gently let go of one of your hands, catching you by surprise. You thought he was going to fully let go, not move to skate beside you, your hands still joined.

“This is fun,” you smiled, glancing at him as you slowly got the hang of it.

“You’re doing so well,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.

You hadn’t been skating smoothly for very long when a divot in the ice caught the tip of your skate blade. You let out a yelp as you felt yourself start to fall. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt two arms encircle your waist, holding you up. You looked up to see Anthony’s glimmering eyes just inches from yours.

“Maybe I spoke too soon,” he laughed, his voice airy.

“Anthony.”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

The first thing you felt were his warm, chapped lips pressing against yours. The second thing you felt was his nose brushing against your cheek. The third thing you felt were his hands tightening around you. The fourth thing you felt was overwhelming love. You felt the way Anthony’s lips moved against yours, almost like he was letting you know that from now on you were his and nothing was going to change that. They claimed you as his as he gently kissed you.

“That was really cliche,” you whispered as you pulled away, the kiss having taken all your breath away.

“Yeah,” you agreed as she slowly righted you. “Don’t really care, though.”

“Neither do I,” you shook your head. “Do it again.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

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