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sc0tters · 10 months

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Not Enough | Anthony Beauvillier

summary: you didn’t find out about Anthony’s trade in the best way leading to the lowest point in your friendship.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, mentions of getting drunk.

word count: 1.92k

authors note: this request has been staring at me for WEEKS so I’m glad I wrote this. In my mind Tito never really left New York but for this I was willing to accept reality.

It was a friendship that nobody could have predicted.

You had met Anthony in a nightclub three years ago, a guy had been hitting on you and the hockey player was quick to come to your rescue when he sensed your discomfort.

The two of you were like chalk and cheese, he was the hotshot hockey star and you were fresh out of college trying to do your best to get by in the working world.

But that never seemed to stop the two of you as he was by your side through thick and thin and you were there for him too.

Anthony’s teammates like your friends always thought that there was something going on between the two of you, it wasn’t hard to believe that. Not when you had your own space in his closet and was found answering the door to his apartment in nothing but his T-shirt on multiple occasions.

However nothing seemed to really happen despite the few drunken kisses that you shared it was purely a platonic relationship.

He was cruel to your heart though. Well over twelve months ago you realised that you had feelings for him, it was challenging to not when Anthony brought you along to everything, every gala, every home game, every team and family event. You were his go to plus one.

The way his arm had its home around your waist of how he’d kiss your forehead whenever he said goodbye made you weak in your knees.

As time went on Anthony didn’t seem to notice how you felt, and that was arguably the worst part about it.

Over the last two weeks you had been taking a step back from him, rumours had been spreading around his place with the Islanders and the alleged move to the Canucks. Sure you tried to ignore it but the thought kept you up at night when you pictured him leaving you.

It hurt that he didn’t mention anything, the Islanders were on a roadie and it felt weird that Anthony hadn’t played on the final night.

Your gut felt weird which is why when he asked you to come over you didn’t hesitate to drop whatever you were doing to see him.

His door stared back at you as you contemplated knocking. After all these years of never knocking and just barging into his apartment you now felt out of place.

The knocks echoed in your ears as you let out a long sigh “hey,” Anthony smiled as he pulled the door open.

He looked tired, like something plagued his mind “come in,” the hockey player added as he stood to the side.

That was when reality hit you. The living room was a mess, everything in boxes and what wasn’t in them looked like it was ready to get packed soon.

Your jaw tightened as you looked around to see that the boxes traveled into the kitchen as well “what is this Tit?” You spun around to look at him again finally putting the pieces together.

Anthony sighed pushed his hair out of his face “I’m going to Vancouver.” He announced as he walked over to you.

You grew sick as your skin tensed up “when?” Your voice began to break as your lip quivered.

He remained silent “when are you leaving?” You repeated your question as you dug your nails into your palm.

Guilt seemed to finally suffocate him “tomorrow morning,” the confession was barely a whisper.

That was everything you didn’t want to hear and more “and when did you plan on telling me?” You were using all of your self restraint to not cry as you were forced to quickly process the news.

All the hockey player wanted to do was hug you as he could see the pain you felt “don’t know,” a fucked up part of his mind truly believed that he could hide it from you.

Everything you heard made you want to throw up “am I that unimportant in your life that you thought I should learn from the fucking Instagram post?” You scoffed furrowing your eyebrows as anger poured out of your ears.

You were hurt by his lack of regard for you “you are important to me,” Anthony reached out for your hand but you quickly pulled it away.

The comment only pushed you further “start acting like it then Beauvillier,” you spat as you held your hand up to stop him.

Every part of him wanted to continue the conversation but he couldn’t when there was a knock at the door “that’s the boys.” Anthony sighed as he heard Mat talk from the other side of the door “I’m going to go,” you forced a smile onto your face as you tucked your hair behind your face.

He knew it was the best thing to just let you leave, it wouldn’t be fair to reveal what was on his mind “night sweets,” Anthony mumbled placing his hands on your cheeks before he kissed your forehead.

The tears began to well in your eyes when you walked to the door “oh hey y/n!” Mat had to say that he was surprised to see you “she good?” His positive emotion was quickly changed to one of alarm when you pushed past him.

Anthony had to admit that he was proud of himself that he didn’t shed a few tears “she knows I’m leaving,” he shrugged knowing that there was so much more to it than just that.

Three months had gone by and you hated it. Sure the conversations were still there but it was like there was a mental block in them. No longer were they the ones that kept you up until four in the morning laughing until your chest hurt. But instead they were dry, mainly consisting of you congratulating him for his performances during games.

What made it worse was that neither one of you were prepared to admit that something was wrong. So you just had to deal with the pain as it kept you up at night.

This week was one that you weren’t looking forward to, Anthony was back in town and Mat sent you a ticket hoping you’d be there.

Something you didn’t know was that Anthony was in the same position as you. Sure his time with the Canucks had started off positively but he couldn’t help it when he’d score and look into the crowd hoping to see you stood there looking back at him.

Reality hit him like a rude awakening as each time he’d get close to calling you to tell you how much he loved you something told him to stop.

Somehow you managed to avoid the game when your friends pulled you into a girls night as they all agree that they couldn’t let you see him. If you did then there was no way that you’d get out of it without telling him how you felt.

Alcohol coursed through your system as the game played on the tv in the bar, just because you weren’t at the game didn’t mean that you didn’t watch it, you always supported Anthony.

You had lost your phone to one of your friends who had seen you staring at a picture that was once your lock screen for so long.

Tito wrapped his arms around you as you were in his jersey after a game when the boys surprised him with you at an away game.

The camera zoomed in onto his face as Anthony was pulled onto the bench. Butterflies broke out in your stomach as you thought about him smiling at you “isn’t he a good player?” Some guy asked as he tried to make a conversation with you.

All you could do was nod “one of the best.” You took a gulp or you drink needing it to survive through the night “shame he left New York.”

You repeated his words throughout the night up until you got to your apartment door when you pulled through your bag trying to find your keys.

Those were with your phone and as you unlocked the door, hand quickly going against your mind as it found Anthony’s contact details.

A grumble left your lips as you pressed call “hey it’s Tito, sorry I can’t take your call so just leave a message!” His voice message made you roll your eyes as you scoffed.

The beep came reminding you that you had to talk “it’s me,” you began as you sat on the floor of your apartment “you know you’re a dick right?” Your words were slurred as you let out a giggle “I tried so hard to ignore the fact that I liked you for so long.” Tears began to stream down your face.

There was still so much more that you had to say “just as I was ready to tell you I love you,” your voice broke as you wiped your nose on your hand. You sucked at your lower lip “you decided to go to Vancouver without wanting to tell me.” The reminder of how he planned it broke your heart “I don’t know why I’m telling you this cause you don’t care.” Your confessional would have gone on for so much longer but the line went dead telling you that it was the end of what you had to say.

Just when you thought that you had grown used to alcohol, your mornings after reminded you at being hungover was just as shit as the previous time.

This was no different as you woke up to the awfully loud noise of someone knocking at your door “I’m coming!” You groaned as you pushed your hair out of your face making your way to the door.

What you didn’t expect was that Anthony would be stood there. Sure you knew that he would still be in New York with the Rangers game that evening “what are you doing here?” Your eyes went wide as you saw him in his tracksuit.

The boy pushed into your apartment as his hands were shaking with nerves “you love me?” Anthony still couldn’t believe what he heard.

It reminded you of the fact that you had told him everything “if you came to turn me down-” you sighed fearing what he could possibly say next.

Anthony shook his head “I want to hear you say it to my face.” He repeated his words ignoring to what you had said.

You nodded as you shrugged “I fucking love you Anthony.” It wasn’t often that you called him by his first name, usually settling on a shortened version of his nickname.

That was music to his ears as he broke out into a huge grin “you love me,” the hockey player cooed as he walked over to you.

Through all the commotion of nerves in his head Anthony didn’t even notice that you were in one of his old training camp T-shirts, those were your favourite things to sleep in.

His excitement made you roll your eyes as he wrapped his arms around you “if you came here to gloat-” you mumbled as you furrowed your eyebrows.

What you didn’t expect was that he’d cut you off with a kiss. It was soft when you let out a mini gasp of surprise. Anthony’s lips seemed to fit perfectly against yours as you tilted your head up so that the kiss could he deepened.

“Came to tell you that I love you too.”

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sportswriters · 2 months

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welcome to sportswriters!

this account has two authors: ella, 25, she/her & namu, 24, she/her. we're from brazil. two besties writing for fun since high school.

we're going to focus on writing football, ice hockey (nhl) and baseball (mlb) scenarios. feel free to request some ideas!

important: we don't write heavy topics such as death, tragedy, violence or bdsm. we also don't write ships between players.

here's the list of players we write for:

football

mason mount

rúben dias

phil foden

jude bellingham

aymeric laporte

joão félix

pablo gavi (no smut)

pedri gonzalez

aaron ramsdale (no smut)

kepa arrizabalaga

kai havertz

antoine griezmann

dominik szoboszlai

trent alexander-arnold

heungmin son

nhl

jeremy swayman

andrei svechnikov

jack drury

brady skjei (no smut)

jesperi kotkaniemi

anthony beauvillier

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matt chapman

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ilyasorokinn · 1 year

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for your celly can i request number 14 ("i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean." ) from the general fluffy dialogue list with anthony beauvillier ?

CHANGE OF NAME

this is the first time i've had to tag vancouver for tito and i want to cry. also, this one is a little short, but it's good. i promise.

14. "i've been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean." (from this prompt list)

you were laying on anthony's couch, waiting for him to get home. the power went out at your apartment, so you and your roommate frantically had to find someplace to stay while they worked on the power.

your roommate went to stay with her partner, so you went over to anthony's and made yourself right at home. your cat, chowder, who was really your's and anthony's child, hopped onto the couch and looked at you confused.

"i know, he should be here soon." you caressed her head.

he must've sensed you were talking about him because not even a minute later, you heard his keys in the door. chowder, ever the loving child, jumped off the couch and pranced off to greet her father.

"hi, clammy." you heard anthony greet in the voice reserved specifically for your cat, "i didn't know you guys would be here." anthony looked up, and he froze when he saw what you were wearing.

"we wanted to surprise you." you shrugged, rising up to the tops of your toes to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

"you know, i've been looking for my hoodie-"

"my hoodie." you cut him off.

"your hoodie? huh, did you change your last name recently? i must've missed the part where you changed your last name to "beauvillier"." he joked, a smile on his face, showing that he wasn't actually too upset over losing the hoodie.

you rolled your eyes, "anyway," you changed the subject, "power went out, so we're here. don't know when it'll be back on, so looks like you're stuck with us for a while."

"won't hear me complaining." he smiled.

"awesome." you smiled.

taylor's 2.5k celly!

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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Baking Antics

Pairing: Anthony Beauvillier x Reader

Summary: A rainy day means baking and dancing in the kitchen.

Word Count: 1002

Warnings: Nothing but does hint to sex at the end.

A/N: Beauvillier is one of my favourites. And I'm so glad I got to watch him play just after he was traded. Though the trade was a rough one.

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Today was a baking kind of day. A rainy day in Vancouver, how unusual. You decided that whilst Tito had a morning skate that you’d whip up a couple things. Namely, a couple of batches of cupcakes, brownies and your famous M&M and Oreo bake.

Natalie Miller had revealed that their eldest’s school was doing a bake sale when you both were at the home game the other night. Your love for baking was well known amongst the Islanders’ families. But yet to be revealed to your new team. You also loved helping out where you can. You hadn’t been able to bake since you and Tito moved to the city. Now you have the perfect reason.

Especially since you and Tito were new to the team in a sense. Since the trade from New York, both of you tried to fit in where you can. Whilst Tito was the bubbly, happy-go-lucky guy who could fit in with any team. Even if he had been traded to the Rangers instead. You were more reserved, despite your time in the spotlight. You were self-conscious coming into another group of WAGs. Scared of being the outsider once more.

You got everything set up in your apartment kitchen. All the ingredients out on the bench with all the utensils as well. Instead of being boring you set up your laptop with some karaoke and even an Instagram live. On the app, you were popular due to being known for your time on Broadway and as Tito’s fiance. You started the live and watched people join.

“Hey everyone,” You smile, seeing some of the comments flooding in. Every now and then you’d see someone comment a role you had done. “I’m about to start baking cupcakes and some different slices. I thought why not have you guys join. So it wouldn’t be as lonely. Maybe mess around and sing some songs while we’re at it.”

Shuffling your broadway playlist, the first song to come up was Defying Gravity. You quickly skip the song and apologize to the viewers. Promising to sing it later once your voice has warmed up. The next one to come on was Beautiful from Heathers. It was one role you had loved from when you were young, Veronica Sawyer.

“I’ve decided on making a batch of vanilla and chocolate cupcakes first.”

You started to follow the recipes in front of you. Pausing every so often to read comments and interact with the viewers. While you waited for the cupcakes to cool down, you started on your brownies. Which were a hit, especially with Mat. You lost count at how many batches you made specifically for him.

“Do I miss New York?” You read out, the comment catching your eye. You smiled sadly at the thought of your home for the duration of yours and Tito’s relationship. “Of course I do. Tito and I were talking last night about how we miss our little group. We even facetimed Mat. The boys miss each other. I miss the girls a lot. But we’ve settled in here. Made friends. You guys know Tito could make friends with anyone. Even a bear if it came down to it.”

The comments flowed. A lot of the fans were picking up on how you guys missed Mat. Majority of the comments were also involving quotes from Mat’s interviews recently. Of course you had seen it. Both you and your boyfriend had cried over it. Mat was your best friend after meeting through Tito. He always stated he was your permanent third wheel. Sadly, the trade chucked a wrench in that tricycle.

“Did you guys have any requests for me to sing?” You ask, trying to redirect everyone from the talk of your old home. After a moment, you pulled up your Spotify and started playing Satisfied from Hamilton. “You guys want me to suffer. I haven’t sung this for a while and the rapping will not be clean. That’s for sure.”

The music started as you started to mix the brownie ingredients. “A toast to the groom… To the Bride.”

You danced around the kitchen, enjoying yourself for what seemed like the first time in months. Since the trade, you felt stressed and out of place. Tito had done everything he could but there was only so much. The song transitioned from Hamilton to Moulin Rouge. Specifically Welcome to the Moulin Rouge. Nini was your last role before you moved to Vancouver. One that you fell in love with while performing it. It was in your top 3 roles you’ve got to play.

“I’ll probably start dancing at some point with this song,” You chuckled, already wanting to do the choreography that was still fresh in your mind.

Seamlessly, you continued with your baking. Pulling out your brownies. Making the icing for the cupcakes. Mixing the batter for the M&M and Oreo bake. In between you dance along to the music. Without you noticing, Tito had gotten home and snuck up behind you after you placed the finished products on the bench. He wrapped his hands around our waist. You jumped but the familiar smell of his cologne calmed you.

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” He whispers in your ear, in time with the music.

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?” You respond, smirking at him.

Tito leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Oi, mon amour.”

“I’m doing an Instagram live,” You reveal, nodding to your phone. “Say hi to your fans.”

Without missing a beat, Tito grins and waves to the camera. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m stealing the star of your show. I’ve missed her after training and I want to cuddle.”

The pair of your big goodbye quickly to the viewers and ended the stream. You made sure everything was turned off. Double checking and triple checking the oven being off. After that, both you and Anthony retreated to your bedroom for some…. Pregame rituals… and his nap after.

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offside-the-lines · 4 days

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Random question but one what is the one fic that you are most proud of writing? What is the one fic that you wish would get more love? (assuming that they are different)

i mean my answer to this is (i feel) really obvious haha. i am really proud of tell me who i run to (if not you) (anthony beauvillier x OFC). it was truly a labor of love and the longest thing i've ever written. and i'm so happy with it. recently a friend read it for the first time, and it was such a delight to see her reactions to it.

and if i was asked to choose a different one for the second question, i would choose my most recent fic Give my all to you (nico hischier x OFC). i really love it. it's MUCH shorter (lol) but i'm really happy with it.

#rox talks #hockey imgines #anthony beauvillier imagines #nico hischier imagines

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fallinallincurls · 7 months

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Anthony Beauvillier Masterlist

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doc-pickles · 8 months

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til’ forever falls apart | anthony beauvillier

summary: anthony gets traded to vancouver and everything seems to implode for you. but at the end of the day, there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel.

warnings: language, a little bit of smut, angst, pregnancy, morning sickness, abortion, happy ending. oh! and lots of platonic barzal fluff!

a/n: i’ve had this idea for awhile and finally wrote it out! I hope y’all enjoy!

xoxo

nina

The trade had come to a shock to Anthony, meaning you were beside yourself when it was announced your boyfriend would be moving to Vancouver.

You’d gotten the ESPN notification minutes before there was a knock at your door. You opened it in a daze, finally snapping back to reality when you met Tito’s wide blue eyes.

“I- I didn’t know baby,” he stutters out as he steps forward. “Merde. I didn’t know.”

You move forward quickly, wrapping your arms around Tito as you pull him into your apartment. He’s not crying but his shoulders are shaking as he struggles to take even breaths.

“Baby, you have to breathe,” you whisper as you rest your forehead against Anthony’s. “Mon amour, look at me.”

When you meet Tito’s gaze his eyes are filled with sadness, a look that doesn’t suit him. You bring your hands up to stroke his cheek, sighing as he leans into your hand.

“Ma chérie… please,” Anthony’s lips are on yours in a slow, sensual kiss, his hands roaming up your hips to grasp at your hair. “Make me feel better… s'il vous plaît.”

And you do, you love Anthony the best way you can. Your bodies tangle together as you make your way into your bedroom. Slowly with gentle brushes and delicate fingers you remove his clothes, taking your time to praise him and give him the comfort he’s craving.

When he’s stood before you in nothing but his black boxers Tito pulls you to him, locking your lips together as his hands roam your body. His voice is barely a whisper as he tells you how much he loves you, how much you mean to him. And as he slowly undresses you, you forget for a moment that he’s going to be leaving you soon.

When you’re laying below Anthony his movements are slow and loving as he moves above you. His pace is unhurried as he makes love to you, his lips floating between your lips and your neck as he holds you close.

“Bébé, putain, je ne peux pas te quitter,” Anthony’s voice is trembling as he looks into your eyes, his hands bracketing your face as he whispers to you. “Je ne veux pas te quitter. Je t'aime tellement.” (Baby, fuck, I can't leave you. I dont want to leave you. I love you so much.)

“Je t'aime, Beau. Always,” you whisper as you meet his eyes. His pace increases after that, drawing out long moans as his hips piston towards yours, both of you chasing release. “Anthony… baby…”

“Come with me, Bébé,” Tito moans as his hips stutter, moving faster as he holds you close. “S'il vous plaît… Fuck… Please.”

You both fall apart in a mess of tangled limbs and moans, your lips connecting with Tito’s as you both ride out your high.

Laying on his chest after you’d both finished, you look up at Anthony with sad eyes, “I’m not breaking up with you so don’t even fucking think about it.”

The deep laugh that tumbles from Tito’s chest makes you smile as you lean up to kiss him, “Never, mon amour.”

You and Mat take Beau to the airport two days after the trade deal is finalized. The car ride is silent, Beau’s hand gripped firmly in yours as you navigate the craziness of airport traffic.

“Okay dude,” Mat sighs as Tito’s last bag is hauled onto the sidewalk. “If I keep talking I’ll cry and that won’t be good for anyone. But I love you dude and I’ll look after your girl.”

Anthony and Mat hug tightly, Mat pulling back and standing to the side as Tito looks at you. Your lip trembles and you throw yourself into his hold, arms wrapped tightly around him as he holds you close.

“I’ll see you soon, mon amour,” Tito whispers as he holds you, his hands caressing your hips as he meets your eyes. “I love you.”

“Je t'aime, Anthony,” you whisper as you kiss one last time. You pull back, watching as Tito grabs his bags. Mat’s arms are wrapped around your shoulder as you both wave to Anthony as he walks off.

Wordlessly, Mat climbs into the drivers seat of your SUV, making sure you’re settled in the passenger seat before pulling away from the curb and putting more and more distance between you and the man you love.

“You gotta get up, c’mon,” Mats voice is low and soft, comforting as he places his hand on your shoulder. “Do I need to call-“

“No,” you cut him off sharply, turning to look up at him. “I’m fine. Leave me alone Mat.”

“Okay but-“

Before Mat can continue a wave of nausea rolls through your stomach. You’re up and out of bed in a flash, barely making it to the toilet before you’re emptying the contents of your stomach into the bowl.

Anthony left two months ago and you’d been in agony since then. The last week however was different as you were plagued with constant nausea and fatigue. Mat was concerned about you, keeping good on his promise to Tito to look after you, but you knew what was wrong. You just refused to accept it.

“I’m going to call Tito,” Mat says firmly from his place in the doorway of the bathroom. “This isn’t okay.”

“No you can’t-“

“I sure as hell can,” Mat yells, meeting your eyes. “You’re running yourself into the ground!”

“I’m not-“

“Bullshit, this has gone-“

“I’m pregnant Mat.”

Mat freezes, his eyes wandering over your face for any sign that you’re playing a terrible joke on him. You only sigh and rest your head against the closed toilet seat.

“I took a test two days ago,” you whisper as you avoid Mat’s gaze. “I’m… I’m not keeping it.”

“But-“

“I’m going on Thursday,” you whisper as you look at your hands. “I can’t- Not while Beau is so far away. I can’t do it Mat.”

“You have options,” Mat whispers. “You can move out there. Or at the very least tell Tito. Please, you gotta-“

“I’ve made up my mind,” you meet Mat’s eyes with a serious look. “And you cannot tell Anthony.”

“But-“

“Mathew. I’m serious.”

Mat sighs and nods, walking forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“C-can you take me? To the clinic,” you look up at Mat and can almost visibly see his heart breaking. “Mat please…”

“You’ve got me,” Mat nods as he pulls you into a hug. “I’ll be there, I told Beau I’d be there for you.”

“Thank you Mat,” you whisper as he helps you up and settles you back into bed.

When you’re fast asleep Mat leaves your apartment, waiting until he’s on the sidewalk to make the call he knows he has to make.

“Tito… I need you to come to New York.”

Thursday rolls around and your stomach is churning with unease. You know you’re making the right decision but you’re still full of doubt as you put on leggings and one of Anthony’s sweatshirts.

Mat meets you downstairs and you drive in silence to the clinic, neither of you having anything productive to say.

“I’ll be waiting outside,” Mat whispers as he leans over and presses a kiss to your hair. “You got me, okay?”

You nod and step out of his car, walking slowly into the clinic. It doesn’t take long for your name to be called, the nurse leading you to an exam room. The setting is sterile and cold and you wish more than anything that Anthony was with you and this was a happy surprise instead of a nightmare.

“Well everything with your blood tests looks good,” the doctor announces as she sits in front of you. “I’m going to do a quick ultrasound to confirm everything and then we can go on with the procedure. You don’t have to watch the ultrasound, it’s completely up to you.”

You roll your shirt up and squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to see what the ultrasound produces. But as the doctor rolls the wand over your stomach, you can’t help but crack an eye open and peer at the black and white screen.

There, barely the size of a jelly bean, is a little human. Half you and half Anthony. You gasp quickly and the doctor looks up at you with a sad smile.

“Would you like to hear the heartbeat? Or is that too much?”

You tell her yes and before you know it a booming sound echoes through the room. You stifle a gasp as your eyes squeeze shut, thinking of nothing but Tito and you and your baby.

“I- I can’t. I don’t want to get rid of my baby.”

The doctor walks you through next steps, how far along you are, and gives you information for what to do next. But you don’t hear any of it, instead thinking only of your boyfriend and how desperately you wish he was next to you.

You leave the clinic and find Mat waiting outside. As soon as you see him the tears start falling, your body wracked with sobs as he grabs onto your shoulders.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re alright,” Mat whispers as he holds you. “It’s okay. You made a choice for you and-“

“I didn’t do it, Mat,” you gasp out as you cling to Mat. “I couldn’t. I saw… I saw the baby and I couldn’t do it.”

Mat simply holds you as you cry, ushering you into his car a few minutes later and buckling you in. You don’t say anything as the two of you navigate through New York towards your apartment.

When Mat ushers you upstairs to your apartment you’re ready to simply collapse onto your bed and sleep for a few days. But when you unlock the door your breath catches in your throat as you take in the sight before you.

“Anthony…”

“Mon amour,” Anthony smiles sadly as he sees the tears coating your cheeks. “What’s wrong, Bébé?”

You begin to cry again, Tito immediately crossing the room to hold you close. He looks to Mat, who simply shakes his head as he backs up and waves goodbye to his friend before shutting your front door.

Anthony leads you to your bedroom, sitting on the side of your bed as he holds you close. Your tears subside, red eyes looking up at your boyfriend with sad smile.

“Je suis désolé, mon amour,” you sniffle as you meet Tito’s gaze. “I’m so sorry.” (I’m sorry, my love)

“For what? What’s wrong,” Tito asks, hands cupping your face. “Bébé tell me. How can I help?”

You lean back and look up at Anthony, “I missed you.”

“I missed you, Bébé. So much,” Anthony kisses your forehead gently, pulling you closer. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong though.”

“I- We…,” you sniffle as you lock eyes with him. “Beau… We’re gonna have a baby.”

Tito’s lips simply curve up into a smile as he looks at you, “Really?”

You nod, pressing your face to his chest, “I went to the clinic to… But I couldn’t. I saw our baby and I couldn’t do it, Beau. I’m sorry. That I didn’t tell you. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Bébé,” Anthony whispers as he holds you close. “It’s okay. I’m here now, I’m here with you. I’m not leaving you. Okay? I’m not fucking leaving you and our baby.”

You nod as Anthony holds you close, his fingers tracing slowly over your still flat stomach. He takes a deep breath before pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Will you come back to Vancouver with me?”

Tito’s voice is soft and questioning as he holds you, but immediately you know your answer.

“Of course.”

“Well hey there, Beauvilliers,” Mat’s smile is mile wide as he walks into the hospital room. “Who do we have here?”

Tito smiles and you can almost feel the excited energy radiating off of him as he hands off your newborn son to Mat, “Hud, meet your Uncle Mat. Mat…. Meet Hudson Mathew Beauvillier.”

Mat’s eyes widen as he looks down at the baby in his arms, “I- what?”

“He wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you,” you whisper as Tito grabs your hand. “And you took care of me when Beau couldn’t. We owe our family to you Matty.”

Mat looks from the two of you to the baby in his hold. His eyes are brimming with tears as he sniffles and traces a finger across Hudson’s cheek, “Shit you guys… He looks so fucking cute. You guys make really cute babies.”

You smirk as you twist the wedding band and ring on your left hand, smiling up at Anthony. He’s already smirking down at you, leaning down to press his lips against yours.

“He’s pretty cute,” Anthony muses. “Figure we can make a whole hockey team if they’re all this adorable.”

“If you’re gonna carry them that can be arranged,” you grin as you snuggle into your husbands side.

part two here

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Anthony Beauvillier x Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of, but let me know if there are any

Word count: {696}

You and Anthony were cuddled up on the couch under a blanket you had given him when you first started dating. The movie had become background noise as you soaked up every second possible, trying to ignore the thought of your flight being less than twenty-four hours away.

Your legs were tangled together, his hand was caressing your face, and as his arm tightened around your waist, a giggle escaped your lips "I don't think I can get any closer, babe."

The smile he gave you hurt you more than you'd ever admit because the sadness he didn't want to show was clear in your eyes. It wasn't his fault, he wasn't intentionally trying to hurt you, life just got in the way.

When he told you about the trade, you knew long distance was going to be hard, but you convinced yourself it would be like an extended roadie. A very extended roadie. You were lucky with the somewhat matching schedules, visiting each other was easy, but they didn't make living without the love of your life easier.

He never asked you to make the move, he wanted to, but he couldn't ask that from you, to leave everything you built, over the years, behind. Little did he know you'd drop everything in a heartbeat because he was worth it. You weren't upset when he didn't ask you because you knew he had his motives, he always did so long distance it was. At first, you managed, but it was slowly breaking you and you tried hiding it, but he knew. Of course, he knew.

"I wanted to talk to you about something." he whispered. It made your heart skip a beat and as he felt your body stiffen under his arms, he was quick to reassure you "It's not what you think, promise."

He felt you relax a bit and pressed a kiss to your lips to seal the promise like he always did. "The past days with you have got me thinking. I love you, you know that, but this isn't working, mon ange. It's breaking you apart." you opened your mouth to reply, but he shook his head, cutting you off "Don't try and deny it, I see those sad smiles you think you are hiding."

A bashful smile overtook your face as you hid in the crook of his neck "I don't know what you're talking about. And I hate to break it to you, but it sounds exactly like I was thinking."

"Can you look at me, please?" You shook your head, not wanting to face what was coming next and the kiss he placed on the top of your head did little to reassure you. "Look at me, chéri." he pleaded.

You lifted your head and looked into his eyes for what you hoped wasn't the last time "If you're going to break up with me, at least don't do it while we're cuddled up on your couch." Your voice had a sad tone to it and he hated it, but he couldn't stop the loving smile from spreading across his face, and unknowingly to him, it made your blood simmer a bit.

"Could you be happy here? with me?" he asked in between a chuckle, ripping the bandaid off, and he was glad he got good at hiding his nerves because otherwise, he'd be shaking, but your reaction was worth it. Your jaw was slacked as your eyes were trying to figure out if he was either joking or lying. When you were satisfied with what you saw, you started stammering in a breathy voice, trying to put a sentence together and failing.

Anthony placed both his hands on your cheeks, trying to hold back laughter "Chéri, breathe, gather your thoughts, and then tell me what's on your mind."

Doing as you were told, you slapped his chest lightly "Why didn't you just ask that from the beginning?!" your voice slightly raised towards the end of the sentence and Tito couldn't hold back his laughter anymore.

"I had to work up the nerve. It's not every day where I ask a pretty girl to move in with me."

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Thanks for all the love on my other pieces, it means a lot🤗

I don't like the title so suggestions are very welcome!

It's been awhile, but I'll always miss Beau on the Islanders.

Excuse any mistakes, I wrote this while I was watching the Isles game.

Feedback is appreciated, hope you enjoy!

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starsandhughes · 8 months

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Penalty Box— Preseason Edition: Quinn Hughes Edition (two)

23-24 Season Masterlist

previous: one

SEPTEMBER 30, 2023

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yourusername LAIDEEZ AND GENTLECARS, WE (canucks) GOT OUR FIRST WIN OF THE (pre) SEASON!

i was a crying mess this game, because my best friend in the entire world, my other half, my big brother, scored two goals tonight! (notice how i used all nice pictures because i’m so unbelievably proud of him!) (sorry meme fans) and not only that! he also had the primary assist on kuzy’s goal— giving him a three point night!

quinn has always been a star in my heart (not a dallas one but… well you get it) and tonight, he was first star for the first time as captain! needless to say, i immediately bursted into tears when the canucks posted those videos. this was 100% a scrapbook worthy game! (p.s. trevy, we need to go to michaels)

ALSO shoutout to my fav blonde princess for having a four point night! two of those points came from assists on both of quintin’s goals! thanks b.b!

quinny, i love you, and i’m so proud of you. i couldn’t have asked for a greater big brother💙

p.s. congrats to mine and quinn’s son on his penalty hatty! you might need to become a regular on my show!

p.s.s the three fights at once was the best thing i’ve ever witnessed, and the stadium playing country roads made is 10000x better like that was top notch comedy! ty for the entertainment tito, suter, and especially studz!

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yourusername as it turns out, i couldn’t help myself!

please enjoy mine and quinn’s son in the sin bin three separate times during the game, quinn memes, and beautiful screenshots of the chaos that happened with 38.8 seconds left in the game that resulted in seven penalties, two of them being misconducts! #JusticeForTito

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_quinnhughes you learn to love her despite her faults

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holy-puckslibrary · 3 months

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sid to a furry friend's rescue!

florist!reader gets flustered during sid's calendar shoot

parents mentors for the day

chief crosby's got a date... and its not with florist!reader

... was in a bit of a silly goofy mood, forgive me (and be sure to read the endnotes!)

gif from @littlemessyjessi

This is the last thing Sidney Crosby imagined he'd come home to: another man settled in his chair.

His cat is curled in the intruder's lap, and said intruder's hand is curled over your knee. And Sidney's soup—homemade and hand-delivered—split in bowls between you.

"Thought you didn't need a babysitter?"

Sidney watches the gleeful expression wilt on your pretty face—color drained like his bank account succeeding the egregious bid he matched to make bail—with equal measures of self-satisfaction and self-contempt.

"I-I didn't, I just—"

"Settle down, Chief," the ranger laughs. "I knew our little lady here was feeling under the weather, so I thought I'd stop by after my patrol shift and keep her company while you were indisposed."

Sidney glares into the bright cerulean eyes of one Anthony Beauvillier, a park ranger in the Atlantic Coast Uplands region.

If memory serves, he was recently transferred from Waverley to Blue Mountain but resides in Peggy's Cove. This is a 50-minute detour.

In the opposite direction.

The Fire Chief's jaw is painfully tight, his blood scalding. If it were't for his, albeit dwindling, sense of self preservation, Sidney would've marched up those two steps—recently refurbished at his hand, might he add—to forcefully remove the park narc's grubby paw from your body.

Mercifully—for all involved parties, you do so shortly and of your own volition before joining Sid in your driveway.

Guilt smeared over your sickly features, your mouth parts, an explanation hot on your tongue, but all that comes is a grizzly cough that stings Sid's chest just hearing it. Despite his vexation, he's patient with you; he owes it to you both to wait it out. He hopes this is just one big misunderstanding somehow.

But, before you're able, the absolute last person Sidney wants to hear from pipes up.

"Resting, ma biche. You're meant to be resting," Tito attempts to coax you back onto the porch—back to his side—with an outstretched, up-turned hand.

(my doe / my darling — reminder: see end for important notes!)

Not as quick with his French as he'd like to be, he growls at the perceived insult. However, rather than running his fist through the opposition's teeth in your honor, Sidney defiles it.

The park ranger, and everyone else who happens to be out and about tonight, are treated to an unexpected eyeful of their Fire Chief's innermost feelings rushing to the surface. They pour into your mouth with reckless abandon, unconcerned with his public image or the utter lack of privacy; this kiss could be broadcast on the Nightly News for all he cares.

All that matters to Sidney Crosby is making his intentions known, and crystal fucking clear. Staking his claim is just a bonus.

"Well, it looks like my work here is done."

At your dazed expression and Sid's bewilderment, Tito stands from the rocking chair with a genuine smile fixed on his face. As he deposits evergreen Stetson atop his wind-swept hair, he pauses.

"Y'all have a nice night," he winks with a tip of the brim, bidding you farewell before slipping into his government-issued Ram.

As gravel crunches under the vehicle's wheels, gears click into place behind Sidney's burnt umber eyes, now gleaming with clarity.

"Nate and Emmy." — Statement, not a question.

"Please, don't be angry. They just wanted to help because... because I didn't believe that... y'know." You gesture to the sliver of space that still separates you, a bashful little smile pushing up your feverish cheeks.

He couldn't find it in himself to be ticked off about your best friends' not-so-harebrained scheme—which, honestly, deserved more credit than he would ever be willing to give it—if he wanted to. Not while standing so close he can smell the PEI tulips you've been elbow-deep in all month, and definitely not having tasted the whisper of herbal tea lingering on your tongue.

Smirking, he closes the gap with a gentle tug.

"Oh, I know." Voice dropping to a thick hush, his lips hovering a lick above your skin, "D'you believe it now?"

The pinkish skin crinkles around his warm eyes as you pretend to think.

"I could do with a little more... convincing," you ultimately quip. "But, only if you're up for the t—"

The remainder of your cajoling is overtaken by a fit of giggles as he corrals you up and across the porch. The front door slams shut with a satisfying air of finality. Though, not before little Ember slips in with you.

Chief Crosby was thorough by nature, and he'd be damned if he didn't dedicate the evening to dispelling any and all doubts threatening to take root. Feigned, or not.

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gotcha! teehee 😋 sid really said sick germs?? no match for my LOVE!!! ALSO! tito anon, this ones for you bbyyyyy 💓💓💓💓

***** 'ma biche' was chosen because its typically humorous and rarely intended seriously, + can be considered majorly outdated (even by 60s sitcom standards)—and its not always romantic! ... it also sounds a lot like an english insult, hence sid's reaction lol (at least, according to my french-canadian grandmother who remains very confused by my random call for a french lesson on infrequently used terms of endearment lol) *****

as always, i would really appreciate if you reblogged my work, left a comment or dropped by my inbox w some feedback :) fandom runs on engagement, and so do writers!! thx a mil in advance!

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midnight love – Anthony Beauvillier

Summary: Hannah was ready to accept her fate as second choice, but a newcomer just entered the picture

Author’s Note: Oh my god I've been working through this for so long and then bam that trade happens. And changed how I was going to end this so I'm a bit distraught.

Word Count: 3.9k

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I can't be your midnight love When your silver is my gold

She wishes she had enough of a backbone to disappoint people, if only in self-preservation. But no, instead Hannah is spending another night as a stand in.

It’s not like these people aren’t her friends, but there’s a hierarchy; they’re Brock’s friends and teammates first, then Cora’s friends and fellow significant others, then at the bottom of the list is Hannah.

At least it’s just a team dinner, not some event where she has to explain over and over again that no, she is not Brock’s girlfriend, just a friend. Usually throw in a joke about taking advantage of an open bar or nice dinner.

His real girlfriend is prettier and more talented, just busy with her emergency medicine residency. Hannah is just a placeholder so he doesn’t have to go somewhere alone.

Don’t worry, Brock isn’t slumming it with the plain-looking girl who works in a fish market.

He’s with Cora: head cheerleader and prom queen in high school, first in her class in college and med school, Miss British Columbia who probably would have been Miss Canada if she wasn’t too busy studying to be a fucking doctor.

Hannah’s only a little bitter.

To be fair, she did it to herself. She spent her whole life as Cora’s less-than-impressive sidekick, she should have seen it coming.

Hannah should have thought twice before introducing Cora to Brock, should have known Cora would charm him and ask him out before Hannah could even tell her how she felt about him. And then it was a year and a half of worming her way into Brock’s heart down the drain.

Brock and Cora are good match. They look like a Barbie and Ken set and then they’re personable and kind on top of it.

Still, Brock can’t seem to take Hannah off a pedestal. It’s a little lower than Cora’s, but a pedestal nonetheless. Maybe if she jumps off, it will put her out of her misery.

“You’re Brock’s girlfriend? The doctor?”

Hannah’s head snaps up from stabbing the cherry in her drink, to see a new face. Anthony Beauvillier, her brain supplies.

“Oh no, just a friend filling in,” she bites back her initial reaction of a barking laugh, “You’re Anthony, welcome to Vancouver.”

“Thanks, so just a friend, what’s your name?”

“Oh, right, Hannah.”

“Hannah since you’re here and not a significant other, I can assume you know all the dirt.”

Hannah blushes under his gaze. His eyes are so blue she can’t seem to keep direct eye contact. So, they keep drifting to his hair, she hadn’t realized he had such soft looking locks since she mostly had seen him on TV with a helmet.

“I guess, what do you want to know?”

She tries to be coy; she definitely knows more than most. She’s so present but so unassuming she guesses she must be easy to open up to.

“Is it really a big deal that Petey brought around a girl?”

“There hasn’t been a lot of exciting off-ice news this season. But I’ve known him for almost 4 years and I’ve barely seen him flirt with a girl, so to bring a girlfriend is kind of big deal. Although between you and me I think he’s been hung up on her for a while.”

Anthony nods.

“The only thing before this was Quinn broke up with his girlfriend from back home and then just started showing up with a new girlfriend like a month later. But Samantha has been accepted into the fold so it’s not really gossip anymore.”

“You really do know the low down.”

“I can’t give you much on-ice info, but off-ice dynamics, I’m your woman.”

He gives her a crooked smile and starts to say something, when a hand grabs her elbow a bit too tight.

“Dinner is starting, I got us seats,” Brock tugs her towards the table that’s filling up.

“Nice talking to you Anthony,” she gently pulls her arm out of Brocks grip.

“Yeah, let’s do it again sometime.”

∫∫∫

“You smell like fish,” Cora says as Hannah sits down next her in the stands.

She pulls up her collar and gives it a sniff, she doesn’t smell anything, “I changed before I came here.”

“I think it’s just embedded itself into your skin at this point.”

“You smelled like a barn when we met and I still became your friend, even though everyone said you smelled like horse butt.”

“Well, the tables have turned and now you’re the stinky friend.”

“Fuck off,” Hannah laughs and flips her friend off.

Cora reaches in her purse for a tiny spray bottle of perfume, “I got you covered my fishy friend,” she gives her a spritz.

“Did I miss anything interesting?”

“I just got here, like 10 minutes before you. Had a last-minute surgery.”

“So, we were both working with guts before we came.”

“Yeah, and hopefully after this, number six will be rearranging my guts.”

Hannah laughs, but it’s hollow. They’ve been together long enough it shouldn’t still sting, but somehow it does.

Thankfully, there’s a big hit on the ice to shift their focus.

“The new guy is pretty cute,” Cora says when play settles.

“Anthony?”

“Yeah, you met him at that dinner thing, right?”

The tone in Cora’s voice makes it clear that she knows something Hannah doesn’t. That she’s toying with her food.

“Mm-hmm, he seems nice.”

“Brock said he was flirting with you. He was all worked up about it too, like ‘this new guy comes in and just charms the first girl he sees, what if Hannah was my girlfriend?’”

Hannah forces herself to focus on the puck traveling down the ice. She can’t look at Cora, let her see something she might jump on

The puck is blown dead, icing, and Hannah tries to keep her face blank when she turns, “He was just trying to meet the group and be friendly.”

“That’s what I tried to tell him. Why would he be trying to flirt with you?”

Hannah bites her tongue, she knows Cora means why would he be flirting with someone at a team dinner, when most women there would be taken. It doesn’t mean it’s any less hurtful. Like Cora isn’t digging her finger into the soft flesh of her biggest insecurities.

“Brock’s just protective of what’s his,” Cora adds like that’s not another sharp jab.

A wave of nausea rolls over Hannah.

The boys win by one in a mostly winless season, which is good reason to go out and celebrate. Hannah is wrangled into one of Cora’s dresses, and doused in her perfume, and dragged to a club.

One out of three of those things is Hannah’s choice.

“You smell nice,” Brock leans over to whisper in her ear, reaching across her body to steal a gulp from her drink.

Her body involuntarily flushes, like it always does when Brock casually invades her space. So completely unaware of the effect he has on her.

“I smell like your girlfriend,” she hates the way her voice wavers.

“Where is she anyway?” He stares out into the crowd, arm casually thrown over Hannah’s shoulder.

“Dancing with some of the girlfriends,” she waves in the direction the group went.

“Not like you to not join in,” he gives her a smile that used to be reserved for her only.

“It’s been a long day,” she shrugs, “which reminds me, Cora said certain things that mean if I want a good night’s sleep, bring her back to your place.”

“So, I’m scoring off the ice too?”

Hannah gags, “second star on and off the ice.”

Brock laughs and gives her gentle shove.

“I’m gonna get a drink, need a refill?”

Hannah gives him a thumbs up.

She watches him walk towards the bar and Cora appear out of thin air to wrap herself around him. Hannah knows she’ll be waiting on that drink forever.

“Looked like you could use a refill,” a solid wall of warmth slides up next to her, a drink placed in front of her.

She should have been expecting it to be Anthony, but she’s surprised. A warm feeling rolling over her thinking about how Brock thought he was flirting.

“Thanks, Brock’s useless,” she holds up the glass in cheers and takes a sip.

Over the rim of the glass, she catches two blondes sucking face, having their foreplay in front of everyone.

“Do you want to get out of here?” She blurts without thinking of the implication, maybe not caring.

Anthony gapes at her forwardness before Hannah’s brain catches up, “Like to a quieter bar?”

“Sure.”

Hannah takes him to a dive bar, where they drink crappy beer in tall boys and play darts. She’s too dressed up for the location but it doesn’t matter, they only have eyes for each other.

“You worked on a crabbing boat?” Anthony asks incredulously.

The alcohol is already having her run hot, but the focus from Anthony- or Tito or Beau as he said people call him- feels like a direct sunray. She’s the listener not the talker. Yet, there’s something disarming about Anthony, makes her walls fall away, makes her want to talk as much as she listens.

“Yeah, it was a quick way to make a lot of money in a few months, and it was exciting. There aren’t a lot of crabs the past few years so I haven’t had a chance to go back. And I’m not very smart so I have limited options.”

“You’re talking to a hockey player, I’m also not very smart and have limited options.”

“That’s probably explains why Brock and I became such good friends, although he did go to some college,” she grins and throws her last dart.

Anthony doesn’t make a move to start his turn, “so you and Brock were never–“ he cuts himself off with a throw.

“More than friends?” Hannah supplies.

“Yeah,” Anthony visibly tinges pink even in the darkened bar.

Hannah can’t quite vocalize her answer, worried the timbre of her voice will give away all the thoughts and feelings she’s been hiding. She shakes her head instead.

“If Brock was being weird, I think he was just vetting you. As a teammate and if you were worth my affections or something. Not that you were actually flirting with me.”

“I was,” Anthony looks her straight on, no doubt on his face or in his voice.

Something snaps inside Hannah, bursting red-hot in her veins. She’s not going to sit back and wait this time; she’s going to lean into what she’s feeling and grab it tight.

She drags Anthony towards to the back of the bar, pushing him into the bathroom and pushing him against the door once inside. She feels a little depraved, but she drives through the feeling and kisses Anthony.

He’s quick to kiss back, tongue slipping past her lips, gentling her erratic movements. He grabs her hips gently, but firm. He’s a wave of cold water crashing into her molten lava body. Nature in symbiosis.

“I don’t normally do this,” she says between kisses.

He moves his hands up to her waist, he doesn’t stop kissing her, just moves down her jaw closer to her ear, “and this is what you want?”

He sinks in his teeth into the hinge of her jaw, she gasps.

“I want–“ her voice is shaky.

She doesn’t know how to say it or ask for it. She just wants the light of his attention, on her, his whole-hearted focus directed at only her, like no one else exists.

“Cause I want more than a bathroom hookup, but I’ll take what I can get,” she can feel his smile against her skin.

There’s a bang on the door then someone yells, “You don’t have to go, but you can’t stay here!”

It’s like being dunked in the ice-cold Pacific.

She gives him one more peck, “Another time?”

∫∫∫

They find themselves in another bathroom, this time in Demko’s house while the team has a party. Hannah on the counter and Anthony in a vice grip between her knees.

“Sorry, couldn’t wait until after the party.”

Hannah can’t hold back her smile. Hasn’t been for almost two weeks now. They hadn’t seen each other again, but had been texting. If Cora asks, she says it’s Brock being stupid. If Brock asks, she says it’s Cora being dramatic.

“I like it,” digging her fingers into his hair, it’s as soft as it looks.

“But we can’t take too long,” she adds, though she doesn’t kiss like someone with an exit plan.

“I’ll take my time tonight,” he whispers against her lips.

Voices drift closer to the door when they finally decide to peel apart. Hannah fixes where she mussed his hair as best she can, before peeking to see if the coast is clear.

She makes her way through the kitchen to casually grab a drink and slides up next to Cora and her conversation with the other better halves.

She’s trying to ease herself into the conversation but her mind is elsewhere. In the future and whatever tonight is going to be and in the present glancing over to see Anthony trying to do the same.

Cora elbows her before leaning in, “Classic hot mess Hannah.”

“What?”

“Your very dumb, signature move,” Cora grins, “you forgot to wipe your lipstick off his mouth before you reintegrated back into society.”

Hannah tries to casually glance back at Anthony, he looks towards her at the same time and grins. His lips a shade too pink to be natural. Hannah mimes wiping her lips with the back of her hand, hoping he’ll get the message.

“You dirty girl, I’d recognize that nude berry on any boy’s lips, which honestly let me find you a new color, you’ve been using that for like a decade now.”

Hannah tries to smile through her worry, but Cora knows her well enough to see through it.

“I’m very proud of you for getting him while the getting’s hot, but if you’re worried about me telling Brocky babe or something, don’t worry, secret’s safe with me,” she zips her lips and throws the key over her shoulder.

The giddy nerves in her stomach start fighting the anxious nerves in her stomach.

A heavy arm drapes over Hannah’s shoulder, “There you are, Cora said she saw you but I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

That’s the thing, Hannah trusts Cora to keep a secret, she doesn’t quite trust herself.

“Almost feels like you’ve been hiding from me,” Brock laughs at the thought.

Cora joins in and gives Hannah a desperate look to join in as well, Hannah can feel her own laugh is too erratic, but Brock doesn’t seem phased.

“Babe, she’s allowed to have her own life, she’s not just our personal third wheel,” Cora pulls him into her own side.

“Technically Cora, you’re the third wheel to our friendship,” he grins and gives her a peck.

Hannah feels nauseous.

“Oh honey, you’re the third wheel to Hannah and I’s friendship, it’s been around the longest.”

They’re not even acting like Hannah is involved in this conversation, she takes the opportunity to duck out. She grabs another a drink and goes out to the unused balcony. It’s still too cold to hang out there at night, the air is the kind of wet-cold that you can feel in every breath.

“How long have you been in love with Brock?”

Hannah jumps at his voice, barely managing to keep a hold on her bottle of beer.

“I’m not really in love with him anymore,” there’s no use in lying if she’s that transparent.

“Is that why this all secretive?”

Anthony’s eyes are so big, endless blue that Hannah isn’t sure how to read. She wants to learn.

She has reasons lined up: she doesn’t want to effect team chemistry, doesn’t want to ruin her friendships if this goes south, doesn’t want to fall in love with another hockey player.

But all those reasons are logical and rational. And this is emotional in a way she’s not sure she can find room for in her body.

“It’s nice to have something that’s just mine,” she furrows her brow, feels like it’s not quite what she means.

“I’m not the smartest or the prettiest or the most anything, I’m just Hannah. But you act like that’s enough. I’m not just a consolation prize or silver you’re settling for because you can’t have gold.”

Anthony doesn’t say anything for a long time, Hannah feels like maybe they froze outside.

Then he takes a step forward, cupping her face with hands so warm they burn her cheeks. He kisses her slowly; Hannah doesn’t think anyone has ever kissed her like this. Like she’s something precious, worth savoring.

He pulls away and smirks, “I’ve kind of been wishing for silver my whole life.”

“Jesus Christ, is that a Stanley Cup joke?” her smile grows so big it swallows her face.

“Like I’ve said I’m not that smart or that clever either.”

Hannah just has to kiss that stupid smile off his face, not caring who can see them through the windows.

∫∫∫

Brock is pissed.

He acts like everyone doesn’t know what it’s about. Like they don’t notice the glares he sends Beau when he walks into the locker room or how his knuckles go white around a beer bottle when he sees Hannah dance with Anthony at club.

They all let him sulk for a week, without saying anything.

Teammates start to chirp him when it lasts longer.

It comes to a head when Brock goes to a team event alone and brings his mood home to Cora.

“You’re not even his ex or something,” Cora is pretending to be the slowest customer of all time at the fish counter while she complains.

Hannah sort of wishes it was a rush so she could usher her friend away, she’s so over dealing with Brock. The jealousy that she would have killed for a few months ago is starting to become overkill and Hannah kind find it in her to be bothered.

It’s funny that the first time she’s all Brock can think about, is also the first time she doesn’t give a shit about it.

“He’s never had to share you with someone else and now I’m like invisible or something.”

That make Hannah pause.

In all the years she’s known Cora she’s the never been self-conscious, never had a reason to be.

She has to bite back the spiteful smile, it’s nice to be reminded that Cora is a mere mortal too.

“I’ll talk to him, can’t have you feeling lesser than me.”

Cora scoffs, “Hey, don’t talk about my best friend like that.”

Hannah rolls her eyes.

“I’m serious bitch, I don’t know why it took so long for it to get through your head, but I’m glad someone finally makes you feel on top of the world.”

The next night Hannah and Anthony are at Brock’s door.

He opens the door and almost shuts it in their face, but Hannah catches the door with her foot and shoves Anthony through the door.

“It’s an ambush babe,” Cora squeezes Brock shoulders, trying to make him unclench an iota.

“I come bearing the traditional British Columbian peace offering, a fillet of fish,” she nobly holds out the wrapped package in her arms.

Brock almost cracks smile.

“Brocky babe, why don’t you help her prep the fish and I will fix Beau here a drink.”

Hannah drags him into the kitchen before he can argue or pout.

She doesn’t really need prep; she knows her way around the kitchen already and the recipe like the back of her hand.

She pulls out a knife and points it at Brock.

“I’ll let you be upset for the time it takes me to cook this fish, and then you’re going to snap out of it.”

She gets to work, “You love Cora, you love that she loves hiking and boating and your dogs. You love that she’s as passionate about her job as you are. You love that she moved the fucking earth to make your dad passing as easy as possible for you.”

Brock’s face is set in stone.

“So why the fuck are you so bent out of shape about me dating someone, to the point where your perfect girlfriend is jealous of me?”

“Of all the people in the world you had to go for one of my teammates? What if something happens and I can’t even think of passing to him or it makes things weird with my teammates.” Brock snaps.

“Cause you’re doing a great job of that right now, Petey says he’s worried you’ll throw a punch soon.”

“Were you just using me until you could land the right hockey player?”

“Not everything I do is about you Brock. Sorry I let you think that for so long.”

She throws some of the fish in the hot pan, it sizzles like her nerves.

“I’m sorry it happened this way, it’s the last thing I would purposely try to do. But can’t you tell how happy he makes me?”

She feels her tears start to fall, hot and heavy. They’ve been locked and loaded for years.

“You didn’t want me when we met all those years ago, and that hurt. And then you fell for my best friend like instantly, and that hurt worse. You don’t want me that way, so you don’t get to be mad that someone else does.”

Brock looks like he might cry, too.

“I love being your best friend. I love your dumb jokes and you’re stupid fucking laugh. But I can find that somewhere else if you can’t accept this.”

Brock squeezes her tight, she can feel his tears on the crown of her head.

“I want what’s best for you,” he pulls away, “sorry I have a dumb way of showing it, is there any way I can make it up to you?”

“Pay my rent when you ask Cora to move in?”

Brock lets out one of his stupid fucking laughs, “maybe by next season you’ll also have a new place to live.”

Hannah shoves him away and plates the last of the fish, “the instant acceptance is appreciated, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

She goes to the dining room where the others are waiting with bated breath, pretending like they weren’t eavesdroping on the whole conversation.

“Hope you guys are ready for some tear-brined salmon for this very emotional and awkward double date.”

Anthony takes her hand when she sits down, she can’t help but kiss him. She likes the view off her pedestal.

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heavenlyhischier · 3 months

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧

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warnings: almost entirely plot and no dialogue, more of a prologue than anything, mentions of a hookup, tito is a wee bit of an asshole but not in an actual mean way, awfully translated french (please tell me if it's wrong), unedited

note: this is going to be part of an interactive au and a mini series in one so feel free to send me any ideas, thoughts, questions you have about anything!

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The first time you met Tito, you were only fifteen and still very much in the awkward phases of your younger years. You wore clothes you thought were trendy, but made you cringe whenever you would look back on them. You had your hair in a ‘sock bun’ more often than not. Your arms and neck were decorated with chunky and bright colored jewelry. The only good thing about that time was you hadn’t gotten into makeup yet, so the most embarrassing thing about your face were the braces that decorated your teeth. Combine all of that with being stood in front of your older brother's attractive friend, and it the thought made your skin crawl just thinking about it.

You didn’t even talk to him after Mat had introduced him to you, too shy to approach the boy that gave you the prettiest smile you’d ever seen, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the way his broken English made you blush like no one had before. It didn’t take a genius to see that you had developed a crush on the older boy, but you hoped that Mat hadn’t developed any sort of observational skills while he was at camp and he was just as oblivious as he always was. You knew he wouldn’t have approved.

You didn’t see Tito again until the next year after both he and Mat managed to somehow be drafted to the same team. It was as if fate was speaking to everyone, telling the world that Anthony Beauvillier and Mathew Barzal were meant to be friends. When you saw him later that night, you waited for him to approach you because the small crush you had formed for him last year never died down like you thought it would. If anything, it increased tenfold. He saw you standing off to the side as you searched through the drinks in the cooler and that was when he excused himself from the group he was previously talking with.

“I think your brother took the last Coke,” He said from behind you, catching your attention as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Of course he did,” You rolled your eyes as you turned to face Tito, doing your best to keep your outward appearance calm while your insides flipped, “Congratulations. Hopefully your new team is prepared for the both of you or they’re in for a shock.”

His lips turned upwards into a smile, his blue eyes sparkling as he speaks, “Thank you. It’s pretty crazy we’re going to the same team.”

The air that encased you made your skin crawl, your nerves spiked as his eyes stayed focused on your face and he looked down at you. You hoped he didn’t notice the way you swallowed the lump in your throat, or the way your entire face was a deeper shade of pink than it was before. Luckily, the sound of your sister calling your name provided you with the exit you needed before you embarrassed yourself. You bid him a goodbye before turning on your heels to walk towards your family.

“Oh,” You paused, looking over your shoulder with a mischievous smile, “Ton anglais s'est amélioré.” (Your English has gotten better.)

Tito couldn’t help but shake his head in amusement as he says, “Ton français n'a pas.” (Your french hasn’t.)

After that, you would really only see him when you were watching the Isles play. The two of you would make small talk in passing, but it never went beyond that. You were his best friend's sister, and you were off limits. You knew that the likeliness of Tito ever developing any sort of feelings for you was slim to none, but there were subtle comments and looks that left your brain hazy and hopeful. You had accepted that it was only ever going to be simple fun for the both of you, but then the Isles went to the playoffs.

You and your family went to every single playoff game that you could to support the team. The atmosphere was electric, everyone’s emotions amplified times ten, and that included the way Tito felt for you. It was getting increasingly harder for him to keep up the charade of you being just Mat’s sister the more he saw you. Each time he saw your entire face light up in excitement after the games, or when you would always go out of your way to check on him after a loss, the more he just wanted to pull you into his chest and kiss you until neither of you could breathe.

He was doing his best to keep his composure and respect his friendship with Mat, but then you knocked on his hotel room door to check on him after they were kicked out of the playoffs. He couldn’t stop himself from kissing you then, after you told him how proud of him you were, and when you told him he didn’t have to stop, there was nothing that could keep him from having you the way he had thought about for years now. You thought that night was going to change everything, but when you woke up the next morning and he told you that it couldn’t happen again, you had never felt so used and heartbroken.

A small part of you wasn’t all that surprised because Anthony Beauviller was, after all, a professional hockey player. They had a reputation for a reason and that was the very reason Mat had tried to keep you away from them since he started playing hockey. He knew the likelihood of you getting hurt was greater than not, and he wanted to keep you safe. But of course, you didn’t listen.

Your relationship with Tito changed after that, and not in the way you had ever hoped it would. Every interaction you had with him after that night was awkward and sticky. It made your stomach turn, but not in the way it used to. You found yourself going out of your way to avoid him rather than seeking him out like you had always done before. It was for the best, you told yourself. He had made his feelings crystal clear, and you wanted to put as much distance between the two of you as you could. You wanted to move on.

Tito knew it was his fault that you stopped talking to him. He remembers the way your face twisted in pure heartbreak when he looked at you that morning and told you that you couldn’t tell anyone because it shouldn’t have ever happened to begin with. It was the face that haunted him in his sleep. He thought about reaching out to you almost everyday, but he never followed through. It was for the best, he told himself, you deserved far better than he could ever give you.

When you found out that Tito had been traded to the Canucks, you knew neither him nor Mat were okay. They had been friends for years, nearly attached at the hip, and now he was being forced to move quite literally across the continent with no warning. You had called Mat the second you found out, and you could tell he was upset almost the moment you heard his voice. He tried to convince you that he was okay, that he understood it was just a part of the job, but you knew better.

You put your feelings aside that night and texted Tito as well, asking him if he was okay and telling him that he was bound to be great no matter where he played. You didn't expect a text back the same night, but then a few days went by and the message still went unanswered. You tried not to dwell on the situation too much, instead throwing all of your focus into moving into your new place in a city you’d never been too, but like always, he was always at the back of your mind.

When he got traded to Chicago in the beginning of the current season, it was Mat who called you to complain about it. He was droning on and on about how he doesn’t understand why they don’t see just how good his best friend is. He kept saying how if he had anything to do with it, Tito would be back with the Isles and he wouldn’t go unless Mat did. You tried to listen, but he didn’t really let you talk anyways. Though you’re not sure you would’ve been a great conversationalist as all you could think about was how Tito must feel.

You had just gotten out of the shower after a pretty hectic twelve hour shift when you heard your phone vibrating on the table. It wasn’t late enough in the evening for you to be worried about getting a phone call, but the way your stomach slightly dropped made you nervous. When you picked the device up and saw Mat’s picture staring back at you, you felt yourself relax as you slid your finger across the screen.

“What’s up,” You greeted, walking into your kitchen.

“Just checking on my favorite sister,” He chuckles.

“Oh dear,” You roll your eyes, placing the drink you had grabbed onto the counter, “What do you want?”

You heard his over dramatic gasp echo through the speaker and you know he’s clutching his chest as he says, “I’m offended you think I have to want something to say that.”

“Mathew,” Your voice goes flat as you raise your brows despite him not seeing you.

“Fine, fine. You’re right,” He gives in, and you can hear some shuffling around before he continues, “So, you live in Nashville, right?”

“Did my geography lesson not stick?”

“Ha ha, so funny, but anyways. Hear me out, okay? So, Tito got traded to the Preds and he’s supposed to be there tomorrow and he doesn’t really have a place to stay, so,” His voice trails off.

You go through two different emotions in the span of ten seconds. First, your heart cracks at Tito being traded for the second time in a season. You know that he has to be feeling defeated, let down in himself. Second, panic bubbles in your chest as your eyes dart over to the door of the empty second bedroom in your apartment. Certainly Mat wouldn’t have done exactly what you’re thinking he did.

“You didn’t,” You breathed out, your eyes wide and heart beating against your ribs.

“I might have.”

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toasttt11 · 3 months

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family skate

December 7, 2022

Maleah kneeled down in front of her son as she slipped on his shoes, smiling at his adorable outift, cargo sweatpants, white sweater, black puffer jacket and an orange beanie that is covering his beautiful blonde curls.

“Is Uncle JoJo coming?” Malakai looked at his mother in question as he played with his green dinosaur that is his absolute favorite stuff animal ever.

“He is, he will be here any minute and you guys will have a fun time.” Maleah brushed her hand against his cheek pressing a kiss to his forehead before standing up and picking Malakai up and resting him on his hip.

“Are you sure you can’t come Mama?” Malakai softly asked playing with the ends of his mother’s hair.

“You know i wish i could! But you’ll have lots of fun with Uncle Jojo.” She smiled down at her favorite person feeling terrible she couldn’t make the Devils family skate with John and Malakai, especially since Malakai and her have went to all the other family skate when John played at the Penguins but she had a fashion show at the exact time as the family skate and she has to be there.

Maleah had been so busy the fast few months that Malakai and her haven’t had the chance to meet John’s team yet, especially since Malakai doesn’t love a lot of people and going to games gets quite overwhelming and they tend to watch the games at home. Also the last five or so months the two have done a lot more traveling and just haven’t been home often.

Maleah heard the knock on the front door and walked over to the door with her son in her arms, she opened the door and smiled at her best friend, “Jo!” She smiled watching John smile widely at the two and pull them into a hug.

“Hi Mal and Little Mal!” John grinned kissing Malakai’s cheek, Malakai giggled at his godfather.

“Alright you guys better get going,” Maleah reminded John, “I love you Kai, you be good okay.” She looked down at her son pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I love you too Mama!” Malakai frowned slightly never liking leaving his mother.

“Come on my little buddy.” John brightly grinned taking Malakai into his arm and picking up his little hand waving at Maleah, “Say bye Mama!”

“Bye Bye.” Maleah fondly waved back at the two watching them head down the hallway and into the elevator.

John walked them into the parking garage and heading to his car, he opened the passenger seat and set Malakai into his car seat that is always in John’s car, John buckled the seat belt and handed Malakai his green dinosaur before closing the door and heading into the drivers seat.

John drove to the Devils Arena and parked his car in the parking spot, he hopped out of the car and opened the passenger door and took his godson out of the car seat.

“You wanna walk or be held?” John asked Malakai, Malakai made a thinking face before holding on to John’s hand meaning he wants to walk, “Alright. We do have to leave Mr.Dino in the car, he might be cold at the rink.” Malakai made a sad face but reached up and set his stuff animal in the car.

John made sure to walk slowly with Malakai holding his hand, they walked through the hallway to the locker room seeing a lot of the players with their friends and family.

John having been traded to the Devils the beginning of the season and this would be his first family skate with the Devils, his parents couldn’t make it and Maleah tried but she had to be at her show.

Nico Hischer looked over from where he was talking with his parents and sister and saw John standing with a young boy. Nico smiled and excused himself and walked over to John and he kneeled down in front of the young boy, “Hi, I’m Nico, what’s your name?” Nico held out his hand towards the young kid and smiled comforting at the kid.

Malakai looked up at his godfather for permission, John smiled and nodded. Malakai shyly shook Nico’s hand, “I’m Malakai.”

“That’s a very cool name Malakai!” Nico smiled at the boy.

“Thank you.” Malakai smiled slightly at Nico.

“Who’s this adorable little guy!” Jack Hughes smiled walking over seeing John with a little boy.

“This is Malakai he’s my godson.” John fondly smiled as he looked down at Malakai ruffling his hair.

“I’m Jack!” Jack smiled widely at the young boy and pulled a funny face making Malakai giggle slightly.

John felt himself relax slightly seeing his teammates being so kind to Malakai, He scooped up his godson, “Alright let’s get your skates on.” He spun them around making Malakai laugh.

John walked them over to his stall and set Malakai down on the stall, pulling out the small ice skates he brought the other day that he has for Malakai, he kneeled down in front of his godson and slipped off his shoes and slipped his tiny feet into the skates and started lanching them up. John stood up and sat down next to Malakai quickly putting on his win skates.

“Ready to go?” John held out a hand for Malakai, The boy nodded and hopped up grabbing his godfathers hands, while John grabbed his stick and Malakai’s very tiny stick and small helmet.

John slipped on the helmet onto Malakai’s head and clicked it on, before they started walking out of the locker room and headed down to the rink.

Malakai quickly got onto the ice extremely smoothly having been on the ice since before he could walk.

John was skating right behind Malakai knocking some pucks onto the ice letting Malakai grab on with his hockey stick.

“Oh, you better move!” John teased gently hitting his stick in front of Malakai trying to take the puck away, Malakai giggled but kept the puck to his stick and hit into the goal.

“Ohhhhh and Malakai scoresss!” John cheered putting his arms around his waist and spinning Malakai around.

“Uncle JoJo!” Malakai giggled throwing his little head back as his godfather spun him around like crazy.

“Who is this adorable little dude?” Alex Holtz skated next to John, holding his hand out for fist bump.

“This is Malakai! He’s my godson.” John proudly introduced him to Alex, Malakai hit his fist to Alex’s.

“He’s so cute!” Dawson Mercer smiled as he skated on the other side of John waving at Malakai.

“Thank you.” Malakai shyly whispered.

John and Malakai said bye to Dawson and Alex and they continued skating when one of the Media people asked to take a picture of them.

Malakai rested his head against John’s leg smiling, John rested his head on the back of Malakai’s helmet.

The media person said bye and skated away.

“Can we take a picture for Mama?” Malakai asked excitedly knowing his mother loves getting pictures when he is away.

“Course buddy.” John pulled out his phone and kneeled down next to him and held up his phone as the two smiled at the camera, John quickly sent the photo it Maleah before putting her phone away.

Nico saw the media team asking John to do an interview and saw Malakai with John, Nico skated over and rested a reassuring hand on John’s shoulder, “I can watch him?” Nico asked if John would be comfortable with that.

“Okay thank you.” John smiled, he looked down at Malakai, “Be good?” John not to worried about letting Malakai go with Nico because they are only gonna be on the ice.

“Okay.” Malakai smiled and looked over at Nico, “Do you have your stick?”

“I do it’s by the bench.” Nico smiled and slowly skated with Malakai following him to the bench. Nico grabbed his stick and saw Malakai having a puck against his stick.

Nico smiled seeing Malakai already so comfortable skating around and him being so young and already so impressive with a stick and puck.

“How long have you been skating?” Nico questioned as they passed the puck back and forth.

“Mama says she brought me on the ice since i could stand,” Malakai responded and Nico saw how much the little boys face lite up talking about his mother, “Mama use to play when she younger, Uncle Jojo, Uncle Matty and Uncle Anty all play in the NHL.”

Nico face turned in thought, “What teams do they play on?”

“Uncle Jojo plays with you, Uncle Maty plays at the Islanders and Uncle Anty plays for the Canucks.”

Nico slowly nodded trying to figure out the players real names, “Anty is Anthony Beauvillier?” Malakai hummed and nodded, “And Matty is Matthew Barzal?”

“Yeah he’s my Mama’s brother!” Malakai proudly told Nico.

Nico’s eyes widen realizing exactly who his mother is, Maleah Barzal. Nico having saw her for the first time in 2017 at a game and he was awestruck and he’s never seen her again at any games but he follows her on Instagram and saw her posting her son but she never showed her son’s face so Nico didn’t realize until now.

“Do you go and see them play?” Nico curiously asked as he hit the puck back to him.

“Sometimes, i get um Mama says the world is owhelming.” Malakai stuttered over his word not remembering the word his Mama said.

“Overwhelming?” Nico guessed.

Malakai nodded, “Yeah that one, there’s a lot of people at games so we watch at home alot.”

“It does get a lot sometimes.” Nico sympathized remembering the first time he ever went to a hockey game when he was young and how overwhelmed he was.

“I like going.” Malakai has felt bad when he got so anxious and Maleah and him started going less because he knows his mom misses going.

Nico hummed an idea coming to mind, something he would talk to John about.

Nico and Malakai set the sticks back on the bench choosing to skate around and Malakai slowly reached up and held onto Nico’s hand, Nico looked down and couldn’t help this heart from squeezing in fondness for Malakai.

John ended up taking a little while longer than he thought and when he skated back he saw a sight that he couldn’t help but smile at. Nico looking down softly at Malakai as he held onto his little hand as they skated together.

John skated around to the other side of Malakai and held onto his other hand.

Malakai and John skated with Nico for the rest of the family skate before the got off the ice with the rest of the players and families.

John kneeled down in front of Malakai untying his little skates noticing Malakai’s little yawns and the way his little eyes were starting to drop.

John picked Malakai up and set him on his hip, Malakai rested his head on John’s shoulder and slowly could feel his eyes starting to drop.

John waved to his teammates noticing Malakai fast asleep in his arms and quietly and quickly headed out to his car. John gently set him into his car seat and hoped into the drivers seat heading back to Maleah’s penthouse.

John pulled into the parking garage shutting off the car, he hopped out of his seat and opened the door getting a still sleeping Malakai out of his car seat.

John walked through the apartment building up to the penthouse floor and knocked at the door.

Maleah quickly opened the door and smiled seeing them she gently took Malakai into her arms and sighed in relief holding her baby again.

She moved over letting John walk in and take his shoes off, “Let me put him to bed and you get changed there is dinner on the counter.” Maleah having only just gotten back a few minutes ago and brought dinner home for them.

Maleah turned around and headed into the hallway and down to Malakai’s room, she walked in pulling back his blankets and gently set him down on the bed. She slipped off his jacket, beanie and shoes not even making him stir and left him in his sweatpants and sweater.

Malakai was cuddling his dinosaur tightly between his little arms. “Goodnight i love you.” Maleha leaned down pressing a kiss to his forehead as she covered him up with blankets.

She stood up and walked over to the window closing the blinds all the way and turned on his sound machine before quietly walking out of the room leaving the door cracked open.

Maleha walked into the living room seeing John already poured them wine and was putting the food on his plate.

“This is why you’re my best friend.” Maleah spoke as she sat on the couch next to him picking up her glass of wine.

John laughed as he turned on the TV putting on the show they have been watching.

Maleah and John stayed on the couch for the next few hours watching their show and drinking wine.

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Kick Ass

Pairing: Anthony Beauvillier x Reader

Summary: Your first time back in a competition and your luck charm definitely helped

Word Count: 2598

Warnings: fighting (in karate)

A/N: I've done karate for years and I love the idea of a girl who can fight and protect herself.

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This weekend was a huge deal for you. It was the national competition for Karate and it was your first national competition since you were 14. Whilst you were competing in both kata and kumite, you were also one of the coaches for the team. Both of your Senseis were refereeing. Leaving you to run around after your junior competitors. Despite not competing for quite a few years, you were one of the people with the most competition experience.

The day started early, you getting up at 6 AM with Tito who had a morning skate that morning. Tito made the both of you breakfast. Pancakes which was a nice surprise. After the peaceful breakfast between the two of you, you got your karate bag ready. Bottles of water, PowerAde, some lollies to share with your team as a little booster. As well as your gi top and protective gear for your fights.

You changed into your gi pants and team shirt and jacket. One last touch was your team ribbons braided into your hair. It was your favourite tradition from when you were younger. You double checked and triple checked you had all your stuff in your bag.

“You ready to go?” Tito asked, grabbing his car keys.

“Yeah,” You respond after making sure you had your phone on you.

Tito grabbed your bag from you before holding the door open for you. You headed to the car, letting him lock up the house before placing your bag in the back of the car and climbing into the driver’s seat. The competition was being held at a basketball stadium in the city, near the Arena Tito would be at later during the day.

As you pulled into the drop off area, there were people everywhere dressed in gis and team colours. Tito grabbed your face gently and pulled you in for a kiss. Which was what you’d do to him if you dropped him at the arena for a game.

“Kick ass,” He mumbles, kissing you once more.

You laugh at his encouragement. “We’ll see.”

“I’ll see you later okay?” Tito assures. “Me and some of the boys will come to watch after the morning skate.”

“You don’t have to. You guys are gonna be recognised.”

“I’m coming to support my fiancé,” Tito states, not having any of your words.

You two bid goodbye with another good luck kiss. After climbing out of the car, you made your way through the crowds to make it to the marshalling area where the competitors could place their bags as teams. You found the group of bags just like yours and placed your stuff there.

“Sensei,” one of the younger girls shouted excitedly as she spotted you.

“Hi Amelia, you look good in your new dogi,” You reply.

She does a small twirl, “Mum put the ribbons that you gave me in my hair!”

“It looks very pretty,” You assure.

Amelia tells you where Andrew and Ben could be found. With all the other referees behind the three tatamis having a meeting. Most of your team were standing around stretching, waiting for the opening ceremony. You heard someone call your name once more. Turning to the voice, it was one of your friends from another province.

“Hey,” Rosie greeted, hugging you tightly. “It’s been so long!”

“What like 10 years?” You laugh.

“Something like that.”

You look around, “Who else is here?”

“Emily and Jess are both here. Portia is here as well.”

The three mentioned where on the Canadian team when you were back in the day. As well as Rosie of course. You all were the best in your age divisions back then. Portia was a couple years older than you; Rosie, Em and Jess all younger than you.

“Did you see all of us are in the same division?” Rosie asks.

You nod, “We’re all in Open Women’s these days. Not looking forward to it.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“It’s been years since I’ve competed last, Rosie. Thailand was my last competition.”

Rosie rolls her eyes, “You were the best back in the day. I’m sure you haven’t lost your talents.”

The petite blonde bidded you goodbye before joining her team to usher the younger team members to the corral point outside. You started to do the same. The 8 younger kids as well as the 5 teens and 4 adults, not you included. You all line up behind your dojos’ banner, the two smallest kids holding it.

“Nice to see you arrived,” Andrew, your head sensei, joked.

You huff at his comment, “I’ve been here for a while but you and Benny boy were too busy with the referees meeting.”

“You ready?” He asked.

“I think so.”

He waved off your reply before checking on the other competitors. Not many of your team had competition experience this high before. It wasn’t long before Andrew and Ben disappeared back to the front of the stadium. The music started and teams started entering the stadium once more. Drumming became louder as your team began the entry. The stands were full of families and friends of the competitors, along with locals who were curious.

“This is awesome,” Ally, your teammate closest to your age, comments. She looked around the stadium. The flags and banners decorating the walls and roof. “This is way better than state champs.”

“Right?”

Once the teams were lined up before all the referees and officials, Sensei Ludo led the bow in. The competition commenced after a quick welcoming speech from Ash, who was one of the organisers. You had two of your kids up first on tatami 3. The competition was well on the way now.

Lunch finally hit meaning you had to get ready for your division. After getting dressed into your full dogi, you spent the break warming up with the help of Andrew. You had kata first before kumite. There were 13 of you in the kata division and 9 of you in kumite. Most of the people you have met and know from over the years.

“Open women's kata!” Sensei Ludo calls to Tatami 2.

The 13 of you line up on either side of the tatami. You were Aka, red side, for the first round. You were the first to do your chosen kata. Your name was called by one of the table officials and you walked onto the centre of the mats.

“Nijushiho,” You shout.

Sensei Ludo repeats the kata back, showing his understanding of you performing that kata. You started your kata. Doing it exactly like you had practised a hundred times. When you finished, you waited for the referees to announce their scores. Your final score was 23.8 which was a high score.

You stood there watching as your competition took turns. One by one, their scores were revealed. So far no-one has scored higher than you. You stood nervously with Ben who wasn’t judging your division.

“You did amazingly,” Ben assured as Portia walked onto the mat. She was the last one to do her kata.

“We’ll see. Portia is the reigning national champion for kata.”

The brunette was amazing as she usually is. She had chosen Unsu as her specialty kata. Portia’s score was finally read out by a table official. 23.6. You had won. You all lined up for the referees to announce first, second and third.

“In third place, we have Emily Johnson.”

Emily walked forward to Sensei Kerry and bowed, accepting the medal. Then Sensei Jordan stepped forward with the silver medal.

“In second place, we had Portia Michaels.”

Portia did the same thing as Emily. She had the silver placed over her head. Then Andrew stepped forward.

“And the 2023 national champion of Open Women’s Kata is (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

As you were announced as the winner, the crowd cheered. You could hear your team over the majority of the people. You stepped forward in front of Andrew. The pair of you bowed to each other before he placed the gold medal over your head. After bowing out, you turned to look at your team where Anthony, along with Brock, Quinn and Elias, were standing in the front row of the grandstand.

“Yes babe!” Tito shouts, clapping happily.

You made your way over to the group, the biggest smile on your face. Tito leaned down to kiss you. Both smiling into the kiss. The other boys also leaned down to hug you. Each congratulating you on your national championship.

“I’m so proud of you,” Tito grins.

You giggle, kissing him once more. “I have my good luck charm here.”

Ben called out to you from the tatami, “You have kumite, come on.”

Now onto Kumite. You grabbed your gloves and mouthguard and put them on. Your chestplate was already on, having done that before kata to make this transition easier. A quick bounce to warm up before you and the others bowed in. Portia was the reigning champion of Kumite as well. You weren’t the first fight thankfully. Due to the odd number, you were the lucky one to get a free pass to the next round. You went against whoever won between Portia and Tilly. Everyone knew Portia would win the fight though.

After watching each fight go by, your name was called after Portia’s. Sensei Ludo was the head referee for the division, thankfully. You were called to the middle where you both lined up. Ready to fight.

“Hajime.”

Both you and Portia kiai as you both start to fight. You try to control the distance but after the training sessions you’ve had over the weekend with Portia and the girls, you knew she could hit you if she wanted. As she came in for the attack, you got there first, throwing a kizami zuki to her jaw. Referee’s blow their whistles, indicating you had scored a waza-ari. The fight was resumed and Portia came in with a good ura mawashi geri (roundhouse kick). She scored an ippon. You retaliated with an ashi barai (foot sweep), taking Portia to the ground and punching her in the stomach. It scored you an ippon. You were only a waza-ari away from winning the fight. You waited this time around for Portia to attack first. In out. Moving around the tatami. Trying to push Portia out of the ring. Though, as experienced as Portia was, she wasn’t going to fall for that. But you did get her cornered. She’d had to try to get out of the corner. The brunette tried to go to the left of you, but you were too quick. A quick kick to the head ended the fight as you had scored another ippon.

Sensei Ludo declared you the winner before you and Portia bowed and hugged before going back to the side. You had one more fight which was the fight for gold. You had a suspicion it would be Rosie who would win the next one to fight against you. Ben stood next to you as you both watched the fight. Rosie won against Jess which wasn’t a surprise. Kumite was the blonde’s favourite.

While this fight was going on, you ran to where Tito was standing. Ben is now standing with him and the boys. He smiled and lent down to you.

“Good luck kiss?”

He chuckled, “Not that you need it.”

“Thanks baby,” You mumble against his lips.

You were called into the ring for a final time. Rosie was opposite you, glaring at you. She was still as competitive as you when you were kids. You had learnt by now to not take anything personal as soon as you were on mat.

“Hajime.”

Rosie’s tactic was different to Portia’s. Whilst Portia was more of a defensive fighter, enjoying counter attacking and taking advantage of mistakes. Rosie was more of an attacking fighter. Opting to go in for the attack instead of waiting for you. Luckily, you’d rather counter than go in first.

You ended the fight with a mae geri to the jaw. Just touching Rosie’s face at the perfect distance. The whistles signalled a stop to the fight. You were awarded the ippon. After being declared the winner, you and Rosie hug before lining up with the other girls. It was time to present the medals.

“In third place Tyler Lacey."

“In second place Rosie Mitchell."

"In first place, and 2023 national champion of kumite, is (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

You walked forward to where Sensei Kerry was to present the medal. It was placed over your neck before everyone bowed out. Allowing the Open Men’s Kumite which was the event of the day. After getting pictures on the podium with the other girls, you went to grab your gear to change into a pair of jeans and your team shirt.

“Congrats my national champion,” Tito whispers as you walk into his arms.

You may be sweaty, but it didn’t seem to matter. “Thank you, my lucky charm.”

The call of your name pulled you from your Tito bliss. Turning, you see Sensei Ludo waving you over. You place your medal over Tito’s neck before rushing back to the old sensei.

“Oss Sensei.”

“We’re low on referees. Andrew said you had your corner judging. We need you for the men’s kumite.”

Sensei Ludo passed you a whistle and you lined up with the other referees while the men lined up to bow in for their division. After bowing in, you went to a corner and took a seat, placing your whistle in your mouth and holding your red and white flag.

The first fight was Dylan, reigning champion, and Bradley. You knew Dylan would thrash the division. You had seen him over the years at competitions and he was crazy good. And as predicted, Dylan was in the finals against Jordan. It was a big fight with everyone watching intently. The fight finished in less than 30 seconds with Dylan scoring two ippons.

“Told ya,” You smirk as you present Dylan with his gold medal.

After the last event, everyone gathered for the presentation of the trophies. You stood with your team, Ally standing beside you with one of your other classmates who didn’t compete, Sam.

“We’ll start with the men’s open events. Your 2023 national champion for kata is Jordan Fredrickson.”

Jordan went forward to accept the large trophy that he would get to keep. He posed with Sensei Kerry for pictures before returning to his team.

Sensei Ludo grabbed the microphone from Sensei Kerry. “2023 National champion for Men’s Kumite is Dylan Shelby.”

Dylan followed Jordan’s moves and stepped forward. He got the trophy and got photos. He then returned to the referees table that many were standing behind.

“And the 2023 national champion for women’s kata and kumite is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

Your team and the boys all screamed and cheered as you stepped forward, shaking hands with a few of the senseis before posing with both of the trophies. After the closing statement and thank yous from the organisers, you went directly to Tito. Hugs. Kisses. Hugs. So proud.

Quinn held up Tito’s phone, “Picture time.”

You had your two medals around your neck with both arms full of your trophies. Tito had his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Both of you are cheesing hard. For once you were celebrating something you had done.

“I’m so proud of you,” Tito whispers into your ear, holding you close. “I love you bubs.”

“Did I kick ass?” You ask jokingly.

Tito laughs, “Kicked many asses.”

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tell me who i run to (if not you) | anthony beauvillier

"The first sip is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy." - Jack Kerouac

Summary In July of 2023, Evie looked at a list of cities in North America and rolled a die. Just like that, she packed up her life and moved to Chicago, a fresh start. The 2023-24 NHL season started well for Tito; he did not expect the call on November 28th telling him that he was being traded. To the worst team in the league. And just like that. 10 months after being ripped from his home, he had to pack up and move again. To an unfamiliar city, and to unfamiliar faces. Which is why, when Tito and Evie ran into each other, quite literally, on Christmas morning, they both latched on to a familiar face. Over the next few months, they became close friends. They didn’t talk about the nights shared in Chicago clubs. They didn’t need to. Because they're just friends. Right?

This is a completed fic split into episodes for easier reading. It was written for @bqstqnbruin as part of the Winter Fic Exchange 2k24 hosted by @wyattjohnston.

Episode 1. Blue Christmas (4.9k) Episode 2. I. Winter (4.4k) Episode 3. Pal-entine's Day (4.8k) Episode 4. Four-leaf Clover (5.5k) Episode 5. Evie's Birthday 🌶️ (5.6k) Episode 6. II. Spring (4.8k) Episode 7. Not Goodbye 🌶️🌶️ (5.4k) Episode 8. III. Summer (4.8k) Episode 9. Tito's Birthday (4.2k)

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Author's Notes: This fic was written for @bqstqnbruin as part of the Winter Fic Exchange 2k24 hosted by @wyattjohnston. It got so out of control long so quickly. I genuinely had so much fun writing this, it's basically my magnum opus; if you look closely, I think you can probably see my soul in there somewhere. I would like to thank @devilssacrament, @wyattjohnston, and @forgottenflowers for being my editors, holding my hand and keeping me sane in this. Also, thanks to @swissboyhisch, and @imperatorrrrr for being a sounding board for ideas . All of your help and support has meant so much to me. You are all just the fucking best, I am sorry this has been my entire personality for the past month, I will probably return to normal soon. Probably...

Tropes: a gut-wrenching mix of angst and fluff with a happy ending, slow burn friends to lover (tbh, idiots to lovers let's be real), alternating POVs

Warnings: alcohol (one instance of alcohol poisoning by side character), mature content bordering on smut (mostly occurring in clubs/public), references to a toxic past relationship. Disclaimer: This series is set in Chicago but does not mention the name of the team based there. Only other Chicago players mentioned by name are: Nick Foligno, Jason Dickinson and Connor Bedard. Other notes: NHL players featured Mat Barzal (a heavily featured supporting character/bestie) and brief mentions of Zach Hyman and Matt Martin. Assume that Tito and Evie are always speaking in French with each other.

Face claim for Evie (if you want one, but you can imagine whoever you like): Adeline Rudolph

Fun Tidbits: Original Character (she/her) called Genevieve Gignac or Evie (pronounced eh-vee) is the oldest sibling of Tito's juniors teammate and friend Brandon Gignac. Along with their other sibling Wiliam, they grew up in Montreal. Evie had been living in Toronto for six years, before moving to Chicago in the summer before the fic starts. I did way too much research so a lot of the little facts are true. Nicknames: (ma) chouette (shoo-wet): owl (mon) chou/chouchou (shoo): in practice, honey, sugar, baby, sweetheart // by definition, my cabbage or my profiterole/cream puff (depends who you ask) Solours (soul-oars): the Québécois name for the yellow Care Bear with the smiling sun on its belly Solou’ (soul-oo): a diminutive Evie decides to use

Cook, Cook, drink your tea, But save some in the pot for me. We'll watch the tea leaves in our cup When our drink is all sipped up. Happiness or fortune great, What will our future be? -- "Afternoon Tea at Pittock Mansion" by R.Z. Berry

Episode Synopses:

Blue Christmas Evie and Tito are both starting life anew in Chicago. It's an unfamiliar city with unfamiliar faces. They're both alone on Christmas. Maybe it's fate that brings them together. Jason and Alandra Dickinson are already smelling smoke from this fire.

I. Winter Tito injures his wrist in the first game of 2024, he’s out for 6-8 weeks and then his car breaks down. He thinks maybe he’s cursed. Evie becomes a shoulder to lean on. Barzy gets suspicious.

Pal-entine’s Day Tito returns her kindness by being a shoulder Evie can lean on when she is having a hard time after all-star break. She tells him it’s anxiety about work. He brings her a box of pastries and they cuddle on the couch all day; he doesn’t realize it’s Valentine’s Day. Later, a hook-up goes very wrong.

Four-leaf Clover Tito’s been playing again, and during his first stretch of away games begins to miss home. Well, Evie’s home anyway. When he sees her in the bar, he can’t help but show it. Barzy calls him out on his lies.

Evie’s Birthday Sometimes the music moves you. Sometimes the bass pounding in your chest makes you do things you wouldn’t do. Fuck it, it’s your birthday. That’s what Evie tells herself anyway. There are gifts given, but there are also secrets kept.

II. Spring Tito tries to tell her— he does— It’s just he needs to find the right time, and something keeps coming up. Evie’s honest with herself. But does that even matter? Mat decides maybe it is his time to intervene.

Not Goodbye Evie realizes that her time is running out. To do what? She doesn’t know. But she has one last night to find out. That is until— Well. It’s too late now. Tito flies home and wonders if that will be the worst mistake of his life.

III. Summer They try to get on with their summers as if nothing is wrong, convincing no one. How long will it take them to realize they can’t keep pretending like everything’s fine? And who will finally take the leap of faith?

Tito’s Birthday Tito receives the best birthday present he has ever gotten: the girl he loves standing at his parent’s front door. It was never destiny or fate; it can only be by choice. And they’ll choose each other every time. Eventually, anyway.

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