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[nhl-stories]

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.

[ilyasorokinn]

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!

[savoies]

rating things my boyfriend has said during sex - anthony beavillier.

summary: rating things tito has told you during sex.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: borderline smut, mentions of smut, bad words.

*it is smut so read at your own risk

a/n: part two of the rtmbsds series, hope you guys enjoy.

sidenote: I used google translate cause I wasn't about to ask my french speaking friends for help on this sjsjs.

(*credit to gif owner*)

something in french.

eyes did indeed roll back.

all I got was something about being mine.

dude knows that when he talks french ill drop on my knees right then and there.

fucking broke the rating scale.

110/10

You and Tito had just gotten back from hanging out with Mat. The whole time he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and well you noticed… and Mat noticed too. Saying that he had errands to run after only one hour of hanging out. Probably knowing that his best friend could take you right here in broad daylight if it wasn't for all the surrounding people.

Ok of course that was a bit of an exaggeration but he knew how his best friend was. So throughout the whole hour of hanging out and on the drive back to your guys apartment he couldn't keep his hand off of you. I mean he always did have his hand on your thigh as a sweet gesture but you could sense when it was something more, like right now.

So as soon as you stepped into your small New York apartment Tito rushingly took off his shoes and pulled you towards the bedroom.

Laying you on the bed admiring you he laid soft kisses on the corners of your lips and then trailed them down your neck. Soft moans and groans filling your bedroom. Both of you partaking in a bit of afternoon delight.

Unbuttoning his shirt and him placing his hands on the small of your back. Trying to pull you in as close as he could. The cold of his hands raising goosebumps on your skin.

"je suis si content que tu sois à moi." Tito spoke softly in your ear. God you had no idea what he had just said but you couldn't help but feel the feeling in between your legs at his words.

2. "I am one lucky guy."

made me feel things.

hehe, im soft now.

9/10.

You and Tito had just gotten back from celebrating the guys' win. Except the celebration was cut short due to someone not being able to keep their hands to themselves, no not Tito.

~~~

Here you stood at the bar waiting for your drinks when you felt someone approach you.

"Well hello pretty lady, you here on your own?" A dude around your age said, clearly very intoxicated.

"Sorry, not interested." You said as you grabbed your drinks and tried heading back to the table, where Tito was. Then the dude grabbed your wrist and as Tito kept an eye on you from afar this was where he knew he should intervene.

"Don't touch me." You said as you tried to loosen his grip.

"Aww come on sweetie." He said.

"Look man, she's not interested." Tito said as he grabbed the stranger's hand and pulled it off of you. "Want to get out of here babe?" He asked as he looked up at you, now completely ignoring the stranger. Both of you waving goodbye to your friends and heading home.

~~~

Upon arriving home you asked Tito to help you with the zipper of your dress. Him placing soft kisses on your neck, leaning back to give him more access. Soft moans being heard throughout your New York apartment. Him pulling you into him and pushing you slightly on the bed.

"You know, I am one lucky guy." Tito said as he continued to kiss you all over your body. "I'm so glad you're mine." He said as he ran his cold fingers over your body, causing goosebumps to rise, as he dragged them lower and lower, until he reached all the places you ached for his touch.

3. "I fucking love you."

sweet.

sexy.

made the moment better.

I want to marry this man.

8/10

Tito was trying to make dinner. It was his turn to cook for date night and now he was trying to prep dinner. Except that you sitting on the counter was more distracting than making dinner.

"Well don't you look so pretty sitting here." Tito said as he placed a kiss on your lips. You slightly pulling at his hair. Wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Well maybe we can do something about it." You told him in between a kiss, a smirk appearing on his face, knowing exactly what you meant. Him bringing you over to the couch and pulling off your panties, lifting up your dress to your waist, him pulling down his pants.

~~~

"I fucking love you." He mumbled into your neck as he kept thrusting into you. His hands on your hips. (bruises were definitely going to be evident the next day) You moaning his name into his ear as he picked up the pace, filling you up.

4. "Oh shit did I hurt you."

12/10

checking if I was alright.

unwell.

makes me feel ajdjfjcjcjsk all over.

Tito and the New York Islanders had lost. They could have easily one but didn't. So now here he was being a little bit rough with everything. Throwing his bag down and heading to the bedroom, you giving him a few minutes before you joined him.

"Hey baby. Want to talk about it or want to forget about it." You asked. It was something you always did. If he wanted to talk about it you sat next to him and let him talk about whatever he wanted but if he wanted to forget about it it usually resulted with making out and then him inside of you.

"Forget about it." He said as he placed a kiss on your lips, him taking off his shirt.

~~~

Him entering you and you soon readjusting being used to his size. Him going a bit faster than usual you trying to get used to the pace. Your eyes sort of watering as he filled you up all the way going faster and faster.

Both of you finishing soon after. "Shit did I hurt you?" He asked as he pulled out.

"No no I'm fine, you just went a bit faster than usual." You said.

"I'm sorry baby." He said as he placed a soft kiss on your lips, grabbing a cloth to clean you.

5. "god you're so pretty."

11/10

made me feel all warm and fuzzy.

once again I'd like to marry this man.

no you're so pretty.

You and Tito were at some hockey association gala for the Islanders. And honestly being in stuffy clothes surrounded by a bunch of people you didn't know wasn't your ideal Saturday night. Mat and his girlfriend sitting next to you guys busying themselves with small talk.

"Do you want to get out of here?" He asked you as he placed a hand on your thigh.

"And where would we go?" You said as you let out a laugh. It's not really like you guys could leave and anyone wouldn't notice.

"I have an idea." He said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the banquet hall. Him then pulling you into the bathroom.

"Oh so we're about to hook up in the banquet hall bathroom." You said as you looked over at your boyfriend.

"It's not like it's the first time we've done it." He said as he smiled and placed a kiss on your lips.

"Ok, lock the door." You said as you hopped on the counter.

"Where's the fun in that?" Tito looked at you with a smirk on his face, you giving him a look. "Fine, fine I'll lock it."

"god you're so pretty." He said as he placed soft kisses on your neck.

"Come here. We have at least ten minutes before someone realizes we're gone." You said as you unbuckled his belt, and you lifting your dress.

"We don't need these anymore huh." Tito said as he removed your panties and threw them behind him.

Him slowly entering you, making you let out a moan. Someone trying to open the door, as Tito picked up the pace. Kissing you so your moans wouldn't be as loud.

~~~

Both of you coming out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later trying to fix your hair and dress and Tito tried to fix his tie.

"Where were you guys?" Mat asked as you guys approached the table.

"Bathroom." Tito said.

"I was outside getting some fresh air." You replied back. Mat just looking at you guys not really believing you. You and Tito just smiling at each other knowing what you guys were actually did fifteen minutes ago.

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[going-full-shmoo]

Hey! What about being in a poly relationship with Beau and Barzy? (totally feel free to ignore this if you want, just thought I'd drop something in your box for the last time this decade lol)

@idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 I’ll do my best! (I hope you know I did this one even though I have a million other requests, just for you!). Hopefully I did it justice.

REQUEST HERE

NOTE: there is a few mentions of smut, but not much, just a lil quick blurb towards the end. 

these two are two halves of a whole idiot and i love them honestly

I feel like there would never be a dull moment in a relationship with the three of you

they are the same person, but also incredibly different at the same time

for example

both of them are incredibly flirty and sweet, but in incredibly different ways

Mat is more outspoken in his flirtatiousness, with cheesy pick up lines, never ending cheesy complements, and lots of outward affection and PDA

Tito is still flirty, but in a bit more of a “I text your mom every day to tell her how we’re doing”, subtle intimate PDA, pillow talk kind of way

both of them together? you better watch your heart because they will make you blush and smile constantly

they facetime and call you together on the road when they can, and its always Mat yelling about things that have happened, and Tito trying to calm him down a little bit before giving up and being just as wild

their dynamic never fails to make you laugh, which to them is like music to their ears

Mat is definitely a  bit more of the outwardly jealous type, so when he wants you all to himself he’ll definitely make it known by hogging your attention as much as he can

Tito is a bit more internal about it, but will voice it to you more simply, and ask for more of your time if he needs it

all three of you managed to have a pretty good balance together of time and affection, even if it took a little communication on all your parts

you of course would go to games whenever you could, sitting with some of the other Better Halves that were available

you got a customized jersey that had parts of both their names as well as both their numbers on the back

you didn’t want to have to pick and switch back and forth, so they ordered it and gave it to you as a gift for your birthday one year

needless to say you cried a bit when you opened it, but you were thankful that you got to support both your boyfriends equally now

later on into the relationship, you all decided to move in together to make it a bit easier 

thankfully the bed was large enough for all three of you to fit on, and it became very clear what the sleeping arrangement would be

you would be right in the middle, every night without fail

Tito would usually be the big spoon, with an arm wrapped tightly around your waist

Mat would be curled up in your arms, with his arms draped over both you and Tito lightly, his arm sometimes serving as your pillow

sometimes in the morning, you would wake up to Mat leaving soft little pecks all over your face, and Tito leaving longer, deeper kisses all over your neck

sometimes those mornings ended with a little something extra with the both of them involved

their more intimate sides were similar to the way they showed their affection to you

Mat is more direct, a pleasure seeker with a bit a more strong, passionate feel to it, with a secret sweet side to it

Tito was more of a subdued giver, one who loves taking his time with you, but can get rough and dirty when he needs to

both of them, you learned very early on, love praise, giving and receiving

this always made for a very interesting experience in the bedroom

in every aspect of your relationship, they always kept you on your toes

but you always knew both of them loved you deeply and passionately, and you all worked hard to keep everything in balance

[going-full-shmoo]

I feel like Tito would lowkey be super attracted to a female hockey player. Especially if they got to practice with the Isles (for whatever reason) and wasn't afraid to throw their weight around and check a few guys (maybe even him). Like he has total heart eyes and Barzy is all like "Dude, stop being so obvious"

@idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 same Tito. In this house we love, and support, badass women (also this gif is so cute)

NOTE: this is specifically a fem!reader, so I will be using she/her pronouns

You were a certified badass and he knew it and loved it

You were part of a local women’s hockey league as a defender, and you certainly were not afraid to make your presence known on the ice and trow your weight around

Your team was invited to practice and scrimmage against the Isles both to get some good practice in but also promote your league

Tito was watching you warm up from the other side of the ice and he was amazed at your speed and strength

“Dude you’re staring like a creep. Get her number later. Right now its practice time” Mat chirped

Tito punched him in the arm before they both launched themselves into the drill that was running

Then, the scrimmage happened

You were your team’s top defender, so you were out that first shift on the ice for 3-on-3

Mat was also out there, breaking through your zone with speed as Tito watched from the bench

He also watched as you skated over and laid a clean, strong hit on Mat, knocking him on his ass

Tito was all heart eyes from that point on

He loved that you weren’t afraid to get rough and tough, and tbh he found it pretty hot that you knocked a grown 6ft tall man on his ass at full speed

After the scrimmages finished (in which your team won fair and square), Tito scrambled to meet you

You introduced yourself to each other, and he mentioned how amazing the hit you made was, making you smile

“I’d be happy to show you how it’s done if you’d like. Pretty sure I could give you a run for your money” you joked, hopeful that you didn’t reveal how much you liked him

“I’ll take that bet”

“Give me a call sometime?”

Tito smiled and the two of you exchanged numbers, knowing that this would be the start of something interesting

[going-full-shmoo]

Isles lost and Tito looked frustrated... and I would love to let him take his frustrations out on me...

@idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 oh hun don’t even get me started...I’ll leave most to the imagination but...oof

You watched the game from your shared apartment, and you knew just based on what you saw that he was gonna be pissed

especially after that ugly hit on Mat, you knew Tito was gonna be in a foul mood

you knew he’d want to vent at some point, but in the state you saw him in, some other more...drastic means....had to be taken

you cleaned up the apartment a bit and got everything in order for when he arrived, including putting on his jersey...and not much else oof how steamy

you could hear him even before he got in the apartment, the loud grumbling and the fumbling of keys further emphasizing his current state of being

as soon as he walked into the bedroom to see you, you could see his expression lift, but his eyes darken

needless to say, he was NOT holding back that night

you had the bruises on your hips to prove it

naturally afterwards he went back to his sweet self, making sure to get you water and help take care of you

you let him just curl up to you underneath the sheets, letting him start to relax for the night

“Thank you, babe. I needed that” he gave you a quick kiss on the underside of your jaw, before you felt his heartbeat even out, finally falling asleep in your arms

that ended much softer than i had planned but oh well...

[going-full-shmoo]

Can I request meeting Anthony Beauvillier in your hotel while visiting a city that he’s visiting as well for a game and realizing your from LI and planning on meeting up together when you both get back? Hope you can! Thanks so much :)

All right anon, I will see what I can do with this.

REQUEST HERE

fair warning, I am going to be a bit of a nerd for this one y’all

you were in L.A. for a convention where you were presenting your research on the rates and cognitive effects of sensory processing disorders in adults

it wasn’t a very popular area in your field, so you were glad you got to contribute more knowledge to the field

you also happened to be a very big hockey fan, and you knew your hometown team, the Islanders, were in town for a game

you would have gone to the game if you could, but unfortunately one of the panels went late and you missed it

the next morning, you were down in the lobby, waiting for your ride to the airport (provided by the conference, thankfully) when you heard a few people coming out from the elevators near you

there, walking out of those elevators, were the captain and the two top players for the New York Islanders

they were having a conversation about the game the night before, of which they won, and comparing notes as they sat in some of the lounge seats that were near you

“Is this seat taken?” you hear someone ask you

you look up to see your personal favorite, Anthony Beauvillier looking at you, a sweet smile on his face

“No, it’s...it’s all yours,” you offer him the seat, and he sits gladly

“I’m Anthony,” he offers his hand for you to shake

“(Y/N)...Well, technically its Doctor (Y/N) now, but that’s going to take some getting used to. Big fan of you guys”

“You’re an Islanders fan? Out here in L.A.?”

“I’m out here for a conference. I’m actually here from Long Island”

“No kidding,” he chuckled. “What was the conference for?”

“Presenting new findings in psychobiological research, or in my case, presenting my own findings to a doctoral committee to get my official doctorate, which I ended up doing, so...”

“That’s amazing, congratulations” he spoke, genuinely seeming impressed with your accomplishment. “What was your presentation on?”

“Oh I doubt you would find it interesting, its really scientific and psychological-” you started

“Please, I’d love to hear it. Trust me I’m not getting anything from those two” he gestured over to Anders and Mat, who were still talking hockey

you chuckled, knowing he was probably right, and feeling flattered that he would actually want to hear about your work

“Well, the presentation was on my official dissertation. I researched the formation of sensory processing disorders and how they look cognitively in adults. Everything ranging from sensory processing sensitivity to autism spectrum disorders. I wanted to see how these things can develop in the brain, and then how they manifest in the way they think and see the world as adults. Its a lot of information, but I’ve always found the way that we process and perceive the world through the lenses that we’re born with really fascinating”

“Wow...that’s...a lot,” he chuckled

“I told you, it’s a lot to handle...much less interesting than the amazing win you guys had last night”

you two shared a laugh, and that’s when the rest of the team walked out of the elevators

“That’s our cue...we have to get going to our next city, but when we’re both home, I’d love to find out more about you, and all your research and stuff” he smiled

“I...I would love that,” you smiled

the two of you exchanged numbers and said your goodbyes, and he walked out the door with the rest of his teammates

the others tried to question him about the cute person he was chatting up in the lobby

all he said was that you were someone that would hopefully be around for a while

but for now, just knowing that you would be waiting for him when he got back home was all he needed