#dad!anthony beauvillier

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love is an open door | stepdad!anthony beauvillier

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

word count: 1.8k

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

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

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

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

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

And that he did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do love you, sweetheart.”

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

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

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

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

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

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#im sorry if this sounds a bit formal somehow (?) lol it's been forever since my last imagine and I've been writing essays everyday ugh #anthony beauvillier #tito beauvillier #anthony beauvillier imagine #hockey imagine #op: imagine #dad!anthony beauvillier #hockey dad #mels writing #baby fever train #new york islanders imagine #isles imagine #black!reader #anthony beauvillier x black!reader

[starry-hughes]

star’s ficmas event

welcome to star’s christmas (ficmas!) event. every day, starting december 1, a christmas/winter-related fic will be posted. down below is the list of all the fics that will be posted and who they will be about.

you can choose who the fics are about by sending an ask with a player and what day/fic you would like to see! it's a first come, first serve basis (aka i will be choosing the name given to me first). once the fic has a name next to it, it is off the table. all players i write for can be found here, if you don't see a player you'd like on the list, feel free to ask! please send an ask with your picks! i won't post all the asks, but i will update the list as it goes

merry christmas and happy holidays!

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day 1: ice skating → luca fantilli

day 2: mistletoe → anthony beauvillier

day 3: gingerbread house → mat barzal and teacher!gf

day 4: ugly christmas sweaters → dakota and mark (au)

day 5: picking out a tree → mat barzal

day 6: playing in the snow → single dad!jack (au)

day 7: hot chocolate→ jamie drysdale

day 8: present exchange → single dad!jack (au)

day 9: christmas traditions → caroline and kent (au)

day 10: playing santa → single dad!jack (au)

day 11: bah humbug → andrei svechnikov

day 12: wrapping presents → jack hughes

day 13: decorating → mat barzal

day 14: meeting the family → logan and nico (au)

day 15: fireplace snuggling → kasey and mackie (au)

day 16: fake holiday date → luke hughes

day 17: secret santa → jack hughes

day 18: baking → daisy's au (quinn hughes au)

day 19: christmas music → aspen and cole (au)

day 20: baby’s first christmas → sawyer & quinn (au)

day 21: christmas shopping → nico hischier

day 22: holiday disaster → luke hughes

day 23: family heirloom → mat barzal

day 24: christmas dinner → trevor zegras

day 25: christmas wrapping → quinn hughes

#nico hischier #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #cole mcward #elias pettersson #trevor zegras #jamie drysdale #mackie samoskevich #luca fantilli #kent johnson #daisy’s au! #kasey and mackie #sawyer and quinn #mat barzal #anthony beauvillier #single dad!jack #aspen and cole #caroline and kent #logan and nico #star’s ficmas

[barzysunflower]

unexpected part 3 — mat barzal

tbh I didn’t realize how popular this was with you guys which is why I didn’t hurry to write this next part. but if y’all really love it and give me your thoughts (& even ideas on how to continue) I’m definitely willing to write more!!

word count: 4k

I’m just gonna make this part of my summer series bc they did travel and it gives me an excuse (to literally my brain lol) to post this part now! an insta edit will follow shortly! come along the rest of the trip

📍vancouver, canada with mat barzal this is part of the unexpected series, so if you want to see how we got to this point, read PART ONE and TWO

June

"Sshh, sshh. It's okay, it's okay." Mat's soft voice woke you from a short, but deep sleep. You turned as your eyes fluttered open to see him sat up against the headboard soothing your baby girl. "I'm here. You're okay."

Your hand reached up to cradle her tiny head. "She might be hungry. What time is it?"

"Almost four. It hasn't been that long since you last fed her. But look, she's already falling back asleep." His smile grew and you sat up as well to see her eyes slowly closing. "She's so cute."

"She is." You kissed her head and then leaned against Mat's shoulder. "And so big. One month already."

"It went by so fast. I don't want her to grow up."

The last month since you baby girl, Myla, was born was the most stressful and tiring but also the most beautiful and exciting time. The new sleeping schedule was difficult to adjust to and your recovery was harder than expected. People really should talk about it more. But getting to experience both you and Mat become parents and your baby explore the world was indescribable. She already outgrew her newborn sized clothes and loved being awake looking around the room. She loved sleeping in her stroller while you took her on walks, where you and Mat stopped to get ice cream or coffee. Both of your families had come to visit, too, and of course all of your friends. They loved her and you were so grateful for the amazing support system.

Mat's season had ended a couple of days after Myla's birth, but not after his birthday which you unfortunately had to spend apart. But he was home now and took such good care of the both of you. Although the three of you did spend a lot of time in bed, you made it a goal to go outside for walks at least a few times a week. Your family didn't live far so they were able to visit and you even went to visit them a few times when you felt brave enough to leave the house.

"Oh, my god!" Mats voice brought you back to consciousness. You hadn't realized you were falling back asleep on his shoulder until his voice brought you back.

"What?"

"She pooped. Did you not hear that? That was gr– Oh! Ew! Babe, it's leaking out." He started panicking, then gagged as he held her away from his body. "What do I do? What do I do?"

You laughed, falling back into the pillows as you watched him struggle for what his next move should be. "Babe! This is so gross! Help me!"

"Well, go change her!" You watched him, still laughing, as he carried her with extended arms, trying not to gag again. "It doesn't even smell. There's only one baby in this room and it's not her."

He started undressing her, groaning from the mess she had made. "Oh my god, it's everywhere. How? How is her stomach so big to hold that much?"

You got up to see for yourself, making sure beforehand to take a video of Mat trying to handle this situation. "Yeah, we should give her a bath. That is pretty bad."

"It's the middle of the night!"

"So? She's dirty." You laughed patting him on the shoulder. "Welcome to parenthood."

At one month old, babies couldn't laugh yet, but the noises she made could definitely count as it. So you prepped her bathtub. She was small enough to do it in the sink, so it didn't take long to fill the tub with the right temperature water. When Mat put her in, she started screaming. She hated baths for the most part, but unfortunately she had to get through it. She calmed down after a while, enjoying the little massage you were giving her to get her clean. Mat put his arm around you and kissed the top of your head.

"You know, a year ago I definitely would not have imagined us doing this at 4 a.m., but I wouldn't change it for the world."

July

"Ugh, she's so cute."

"So adorable."

"Her little nose. And those cheeks."

"I love her so much," you said, not being able to look up from where your daughter was sleeping in her stroller. You stood around her with Mat's sister and mother, just staring at her. You were supposed to go on a walk to go get lunch, but for some reason (a very cute and sleeping reason) you still hadn't left yet.

"Me, too. Watch out I might steel her," Liana said jokingly. She hugged you tightly. "Thank you for making me an auntie. I thought I'd have to wait for years."

"You almost had to." You didn't want to call your daughter an accident, because she truly was a blessing, but let's not pretend you were trying to become parents. You both tried to contain your laughs, as their mother was right there.

"Okay, let's go," Nadia broke you two up and took ahold of the stroller, before walked out of the house. You followed her, Liana fighting her mother for the right to push the stroller.

A couple days ago, Mat, Myla, and you made it up to Vancouver to spend a few weeks with his family. Myla just turned two months a few days ago and you finally felt comfortable enough to fly with her. A lot of family and friends came over to see her, but things had finally calmed down a bit.

"So, any wedding plans?," Liana asked, after you had made it to the restaurant and the food arrived.

You raised your eyebrows, a small laugh escaping. "How long have you been waiting to ask me that?" She laughed. "Since last time!" And that was about a year ago when you had told her you were pregnant. Mat shut her down immediately, saying you'd wait until after she was born. "Well...?"

"I don't know," you answered. "We haven't really thought about it."

"Oh, come on. You need to get married! For her and for me!" You laughed and her mother elbowed her. "What? I know it's selfish, but please! It would be the most beautiful wedding, I just know it."

She started gushing about her dream wedding for you, detailing everything from flowers to venue to table cloths. Her mother chimed in, equally as excited about the idea. Normally you would have been too, but for some reason the idea of a big wedding didn't seem exciting to you anymore.

And that's what you told Mat later that night when you were ready to go to sleep while feeding Myla. "Your sister, well and mom, are already making wedding plans, just so you know."

He rolled his eyes. "How many times have I told them it's none of their business?"

Myla was done eating, so you handed her over to Mat so he could burp her. "It's fine. It was kind of fun to talk about and see everything we could come up with. But funnily enough, all my life I've dreamed of a big wedding like that, even just a few months ago I would have agreed to it. But now, I don't know, I don't really want that anymore."

"Really?" You looked up at his green eyes.

"Yeah, I don't know. I'd rather have a small thing, with just family and our closest friends. And baby Myla of course."

"That sounds good to me." He leaned to kiss your forehead with a smile and cradled your baby's head.

"Wanna get married? Might as well, we already have a kid." You said it with a laughing tone, expecting him to laugh as well or brush the topic off like you had done since he first asked you about getting married. But he didn't. He jumped out of bed, put Myla in her bassinet, and left the room.

You sat there, shocked. You didn't expect that reaction as well. You were serious about getting married. A couple weeks after Myla had been born you realized that you were being silly before. Of course you wanted to marry him and you knew that he loved you and didn't stay with your just before the baby.

Thankfully, before you could process what just happened, Mat came back and sat back down next to you. "I'm the one that gets to ask that question!," he said, which is when you noticed the little red box in his hand. You mouth opened in shock. Now that, you definitely also didn't expect. "What? You really think I didn't got out and get you a ring after you said no the first time? Please, you can't get rid of me."

"Mat..." He smiled, cupping your cheeks with his big hands before kissing you softly.

"Baby? Do you want to marry me? I don't care about the big wedding anymore either. We literally could go down to city hall tomorrow and do it there. I don't care. I just want you and baby Myla. Now will you please do me the honor of not rejecting me for the millionth time and finally saying yes to being my wife?"

"You are such a jerk," you said as the tears rolled down your face. You were still pretty hormonal and you had a feeling it wouldn't go away. "But yes, I'll marry you."

"Finally." He pressed his lips against yours for a deep kiss that had you falling back against the mattress. But you couldn't fully enjoy the moment for very long, before baby Myla made herself known. You got her out and held her in your arms, soothing her, while Mat held you close to his body pressing tiny kissed against your head.

"Ok, let me see the ring," you whispered when your baby girl calmed and started drifting into sleep. Mat opened the box with a chuckle, as your moth fell open.

"Like it?" You nodded and held your hand out for him to slip the ring on. While it didn't fit as well as it would have pre-pregnancy, at least you were assured that it wouldn't randomly fall off. "Kind is weird that we're doing this at my parents house, but I'll take what I can get. It's your fault though."

"Wha- Why?"

"I was scared as hell to propose to you again. I didn't want to be rejected again."

"Mat, I didn't reject you. I just– I didn't want to get married while pregnant." He cupped your face again with a chuckle.

"I know, I know. I'm just joking." He kissed you over and over again, until you realized that Myla was asleep and you could put her back in her bed.

Mat pulled you on his chest as you both laid down. "Wait, were you kidding about city hall tomorrow?," you asked, keeping your voice low.

"Not really. You wanna do it?" You looked up at him and shrugged.

"Kind of." You both smiled wide. "But wait, no. My family. I want them there."

"Okay, well we could ask them to come here? Or would you rather wait and do it back in New York?"

"Here is good." You fell in love with Vancouver the minute you got out of the airport the first time you came, so getting married here was not an issue for you. "Yeah, I'll just ask my family and some friends if and when they'd be available to come up."

"Okay. We can just invite people and whoever can make it, can make it. If not, then we can always have another little something in New York." You nodded, excitement filling your body.

"But if we're inviting a bunch of people, we can't do it at city hall."

"There's lots of parks and venues around here."

"Or your parents back yard?" You both thought about it for a second, then Mat smiled.

"Yeah, i think they'd be cool with that."

You both giggled excitedly, then he pulled you fully on top of him. "Are we seriously getting married in a few days?"

"Unless you don't want to," you responded.

"You are never ever getting rid of me."

August 2nd

It was wedding day. After a crazy busy 10 days, the day was finally here.

When you had told Mat's family the news the day after you got engaged, they were very excited. His sister screamed so loud, she scared the baby but you couldn't go soothe her since she had you trapped in a massive bear hug. She immediately started planning and listing everything you would need. Everyone was involved in making flowers arrangements, cooking and baking for the party, and getting the house ready to host a wedding.

Your family got to Vancouver a few days before the wedding, also helping greatly. Once your best friends arrived as well, it was time to shop for a dress. While there wasn't much so last minute, you found the perfect simple little dress that you absolutely fell in love with. You even found a little white dress for Myla at a baby store near by.

"Thank you so much for coming." You hugged Sydney Martin tight, then her husband.

"Wouldn't miss this for the world." She smiled and you hugged her again. She had been very supportive and your closest friend during your pregnancy. Since she'd already been through it twice, and none of your friends had experience in that department, you spent a lot of time together. You were so grateful for her and were very thankful she could make it to your wedding.

While both you and Mat felt bad about getting married so last minute and therefore not having all of your friends present, having the ceremony now did feel right to the both of you. And that was all that mattered. And even still with short notice, a lot more of your friends than you expected could make it. With Mat's family, yours and your friends, your guest count was almost up to 50. So lots of people to celebrate your love, but still more intimate than a big wedding you almost had.

You spent the morning of you wedding setting up the tables and decorating everything. Around two, guests started arriving and since you treated this as more of a party, you had time to greet most everybody before having to get ready.

"Alright, time to get dressed." Liana came walking and grabbed your hand.

"Wait." Before she had a chance to pull you away, you turned to Mat to give him a kiss. He reciprocated with a smile. "See you on the other side."

"Love you." He winked, then slapped your ass, before turning back to his friend group.

You made another pit stop to grab your daughter from her grandparents to have her with you while you got ready. Your makeup base was done so all you added was some eyeshadow and eyeliner, while your best friend did your hair. Another friend made sure to take lots of pictures and videos of your day. You fed Myla one more time before handing her back off to your mom, who was going to watch her today so you and Mat could enjoy the day without worrying about her. Then it was time to put on your dress.

"Aw, babe, you look gorgeous."

"Stun-ning!"

Your closest girlfriends friends quickly came to hug and admire you, before posing for a few more pictures.

"Okay! Go time!" Liana, who basically acted as your wedding planner, called when it turned three o'clock. She pulled you into a quick hug. "Ready?"

You nodded, already on the verge of tears when reality started hitting you. You were about to marry your best friend.

"Good, because I am so ready to have you as my sister-in-law." She kissed your cheek and then started getting everyone ready and into position. You kissed your sleeping daughter one last time, then followed everyone downstairs to the backyard, where you were holding the ceremony and party.

Through the windows, you could see the garden beautifully decorated and everybody sitting outside waiting for it to start. You could also see Mat, standing below the flower arch at the end of the aisle, with his best friend and best man Anthony standing next to him as they talked and joked around.

Your mom walked out to find her seat and as soon as Mat saw Myla sleeping in her arms, his eyes lit up. He took her from your mom, gently as to not wake her, and pressed tiny kisses to her chubby cheeks. Your eyes got watery again, watching them and knowing that the overwhelming happiness you felt right now would not go away anytime soon.

The music got a bit louder which was your cue to head outside. Your bridesmaids walked before you, down the shirt aisle you had just helped built this morning. Then you followed, slowly, scared to trip, but not too slow as you were eager to get to Mat.

Mathew. Who looked even more handsome than you though possible, standing at the end of the aisle with that wide goofy grin of his. As you got closer though, you could see his eyes sparkling with tears.

"You look beautiful," he mouthed and stretched his hand out for you to take. You took it, immediately feeling calmer. You looked over to where Myla was sleeping in her carrier and with a reassuring nod from your mom that she was alright, you turned your full attention back to Mat.

And Anthony who in addition to being best man was also officiating your wedding. Over the past few years that you've known Beau, he also became one of your closest friends and you couldn't be happier to have him as Mylas goddaughter and now here to marry your number one best friend.

For the entirety of the ceremony, you felt like you were in a bubble. Only Mat and you. Holding hands. "When I look at the time we've been together,

I always have a smile on my face. Through all the ups and downs we've been through, the one thing that has remained constant is my love for you. The love I feel for you has gone from wild and free to me enjoying the little things about you like going for a walk, seeing your face across a breakfast table, and even changing disgusting poopy diapers in the middle of the night. Love you, My," he said after a pause. You both looked at her with a laugh, still sleeping in her carrier.

"We have years ahead of us but when I look at the years that has passed my heart grows with such love for you that I ache. You are the most amazing partner and the most amazing mama to Myla. You're it and nothing is gonna keep us apart. I love you and always will."

Thankfully, before Mat even began his speech your made of honor handed you a tissue or your makeup would be ruined by now by the tears streaming down your face. 'Love you,' you whispered as you held your hand to his cheek. He smiled, with a quivering lip, and whispered it back. He took your hand and slipped diamond covered ring on your finger. Then you cleared your throat a couple of times and prepared to speak.

"Maty, you're my best friend. Ever since you flashed me that goofy grin of yours, I was gone for you. And I am so lucky you chose me to be on your team. And I promise you that I will choose you as my teammate. I choose you again and again. At the start and finish of every single day, no matter the season no matter the year. I choose you to struggle and succeed with, to fight and make up with, to love and grow old with.

And while I may have to send you to the sin bin sometimes, just know that I'll always be on your side and you can always count on me.

Seeing you grow and become the best father to our newest team member has been the biggest blessing. I am so proud you of. I hope I can make you just as proud. I love you and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

With shaking hands, it was your turn to slip a ring on Mat's finger. You didn't hear another word until Beau said those magic words: 'you may now kiss your bride'. And he did. Those big hands grabbed the sides of your face and pulled you into him until your lips met. He started out softly, but soon enough he was breathlessly while your friends and family clapped and cheered in the background.

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You were married. An indescribable feeling floated through you all day, every since you walked down the aisle. Your ring glistened in the Vancouver sun that was starting to set as you chatted with your friends. You friend circle had shrunk every since you found out you were pregnant, a lot of your friends keeping distance and not keeping in touch as much anymore. You didn't blame them. You were still very young and a lot of them weren't ready to settle down or even be surrounded by people that weren't able to go out and get drunk every weekend. You didn't blame them because it took you a few months too to adjust to the idea of being a mother, but it made you even more grateful for the few friends that did stick around. They made you feel so special and supported during your pregnancy and even now they were already the best aunties for baby Myla.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mat walking towards you, holding Myla. That sight would never not blow you away and make you feel all warm inside. "This little lady is hungry." He held her out to you and you welcomed her with with cuddles and lots of kisses.

"Where were you?," you asked him as you got ready to feed your daughter.

"I just went to change her. I saw my mom take her in, but I wanted to do it." He answered you puzzled expression, "What? I've barely seen her today. I just wanted to spend a few minutes with her."

Your heart warmed and you leaned into his shoulder. But your moment didn't last very long as the party was already in full swing and people kept coming over to talk to you. You went back to talking to your friends as Mat got pulled away by his.

After Myla was done eating, you decided to put her down for bed and once again tracked Mat down to let him know. "Hey, I'm putting her down." He was sitting with a bunch of his teammates that were able to make it out here who all fawned over baby Myla.

"Come on! Just let me hold her," Oliver whined, stretching his arms out, but Mat slapped them away.

"Absolutely not!" Most of his teammates got to hold her when you first introduced her to them, but Wally was not one of them. He joked around too much around her and was untrustworthy around babies. Those were Mat's words, not yours. He was obviously very protective of his daughter if he wouldn't let his own teammate hold her.

"I won't drop her! Please? Oh, see! She's looking at me," Wally tried again while the rest of you laughed.

"Yeah, she's trying to tell you to shut up. It's not happening." While he was mostly serious, there were joking tones in Mat's voice. You definitely thought they were all just messing with him, so you stayed out of it.

"Hey! Daddy Barz said no, so it's a no," the other Matt (with two Ts) chimed in in his best dad voice, to which your Mat gave him nod of his head.

"That's right."

You rolled your eyes at their banter. "Alright, I'm really putting her down now." Mat stood, but leaned down to where you were holding Myla in your arms so that he could kiss her little head over and over again.

"Good night, princess. I love you." Then he straightened and put his lips on your. "And I love you, wife."

"Love you more, husband."

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[barzyhughes]

this is so cute i love the teams that do these

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[olliebjorkstrand]

do you think barzy and beau are watching the game tonight?

#jordan eberle #mat barzal #anthony beauvillier #that was their dad :( #kraken lb

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til forever falls apart | anthony beauvillier

IG edits

because I can’t be stopped, here’s some instagram edits for my fic til forever falls apart that I hope y’all enjoy!

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yourusername baby beau coming soon 🩷

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titobeauvi91 hudson mathew beauvillier ❤️ my wife is freaking badass for giving me this sweet boy. love you forever baby!

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[fallinallincurls]

OT Winners & Baby Kisses

a fic?? from me?? it’s been a little bit but this little blurb finally got finished and i couldn’t wait to share it! the whole idea was inspired by a gif set thanks to @tonyspep​ and it was the cutest thing to write! also yes, beau is an islander here so we’re ignoring the trade lol.

hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx

word count: 1.4k 

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It might be the prettiest goal of his career. Not that Anthony cares. All that matters is the Isles won the game against Toronto in overtime thanks to his top shelf beauty that found the back of the net. His teammates surrounded him in one big hug almost instantly and he got endless helmet taps from everyone for what he did. 

But when the celebration is over on the ice and he’s heading back to the locker room for an interview with Shannon, his thoughts are focused on something not even closely related to hockey or the big win. 

The love of his life and his little boy.

“Beau! Thanks so much for taking a couple minutes to chat.” Shannon greets him with that same warm smile she always has whenever she catches the boys for interviews. Anthony says it’s no problem and that he’s happy to do it, especially because the fans love these little videos too. “I won’t keep you long. I know there’s a few others who want to congratulate you on the big win.” She continues and Beau nods in agreement. 

After going over the questions and trying to think of good responses, Anthony puts all his attention on Shannon and the short interview. The faster it gets done, the quicker he gets to see you and his son.

“I’m here with Anthony Beauvillier, who scored the gorgeous OT winner to give the Isles yet another victory. Beau, can you walk us through the play and how the goal came to be?” 

Anthony answers, words leaving his lips in a coherent way and he can’t help but smile thinking back on the goal that doesn’t seem like it just happened. He lucked out in terms of getting great teammates and he loves every second of playing with these guys. 

He’s so zeroed in on the camera and his statements about the game, that he almost completely misses the soft murmuring that distinguishingly belongs to a toddler. But he listens to Shannon and tries to tell himself it’s not who he thinks it is.

“We heard your family was here tonight, and if they were, how did that impact your game?” 

At that very moment, when Anthony’s breath is stolen away just at the mention of the two most important people in my life, he hears an unmistakable “dada!” followed by toddling footsteps that are heading in his direction. When his blue eyes shift, he spots his sweet little boy running towards him with his arms wide open.

“Frankie!” Anthony immediately mirrors the excited tone of his son as he kneels down to scoop him up in his arms. The happiest giggle escapes past Frankie’s lips and it’s a moment Beau wants to remember forever. He knows that you can’t be far behind and sure enough, he spots you in no time.

Just behind the crew and others passing through the hallway, Beau finds you with a look of adoration and panic on your face. When his gaze meets yours, you mouth a simple “sorry!” even if you both know nothing would’ve stopped Frankie from getting to his father the second he recognized him.

“Sorry, Shannon. Looks like we have a special guest joining us.” Anthony chuckles, adjusting Frankie against his hip. The little boy waved enthusiastically at the woman before settling against his dad’s shoulder.

“Dada win game!” Frankie exclaims, placing a hand against Beau’s cheek while flashing the biggest grin possible. “Win!”

“That’s right, we did win. Good job!” Anthony replies before kissing the top of Frankie’s head and turning back to Shannon. With one silent look, he gave her the okay to ask his son a question which is something he knows will be too cute to pass up. 

“Frankie, how cool was it to see your dad score tonight?” 

“This much!” Frankie says, holding his hands as far apart as he can. “I yell for Dada when he got goal.”

“I heard you on the ice, buddy. You and Mama.” 

The little boy giggles, the sound filling Anthony’s heart with so much love he swears it might burst, before he nuzzles his face into the crook of his dad’s neck. It’s the telltale sign that Frankie has gotten a little shy which only seems to make the moment even sweeter. 

“Thanks so much for your time, Beau. Enjoy the rest of the night with your family. Back to you guys!” Shannon finishes the interview, giving him and Frankie a quick goodbye before the broadcast crew leaves. 

Before he can even adjust Frankie’s little Islanders beanie so the one floppy piece of hair on his forehead gets tucked back underneath, you’re walking right up to them. The smile on your face can only be compared to the sun and Anthony swears he has never known a love like this. 

“Hey, bub.” You say softly, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips that immediately makes Frankie giggle. “You killed it out there tonight. We’re so proud of you.” Anthony can’t stop the swelling in his chest at the compliment. He usually hates any kind of attention surrounding his play, but from you and Frankie, he would take it anyday.

“Thank you, mon amor.” Anthony murmurs, the French rolling off his tongue so smoothly. “What a surprise this one was! Surprising me in an interview.” He continues, bouncing Frankie on his hip for a moment and the little boy laughs before burying his face against Beau’s. 

“I happy for goal!” Frankie exclaims with a laugh before squishing a big, dramatic kiss against his father’s cheek. A giggle slips past your lips at the sight. You’ve never known this kind of happiness before and you don’t ever want it to disappear. 

“Well, I’m just as happy to see you.” Anthony says, booping Frankie’s nose to get an adorable smile in response, “And you.” He finishes and pulls you in for a soft kiss that’s full of love.

When the two reluctantly pull away, everything in the world feels just right then. Frankie is fisting Anthony’s blue jersey in his tiny hand as he snuggles into his dad and the adrenaline of the game is still rushing through each one of you although your son seems to be getting sleepy. If this is what the rest of your life will be, will feel like, because of Anthony and your little boy, there’s nothing else in the world you want.

“C’mon bubs, Daddy needs to get changed so we can go home and you’re getting tired.” You prompt, reaching over to transfer the toddler to your arms. But before Frankie can respond or Anthony can hand him over, you hear someone yelling as they turn the corner towards where you’re standing.

“Beau! Dude, where have you been?” Barzy calls out before he takes in the scene. “Hey, Y/N! And Frankie! What’s up, little guy?” Mat says with excitement, holding out a fist for Frankie to fist bump.

“Unca Maty!” Your son almost squeals and Anthony has no choice but to put him down so he can toddle over to his best friend on the team.

“I didn’t know you two would be here.” Mat continues with a smile as kneels down to Frankie’s level before picking him up. “Dad scored a goal just for you, Frankie, huh?”

“Yeah! You score too!” Frankie replies, beaming while gently patting Mat’s cheeks. You can’t help but laugh at the scene and you lean into Anthony for a moment, just watching the little boy who you both love so much interact with one of your closest friends.

“Wanna go say hi to the boys? They would be thrilled to see you.”

“Yeah, yeah!” Frankie cheers in response to Mat’s question and you only shake your head before Mat promises he’ll be back with him soon.

“I should go supervise. Make sure nothing crazy happens.” Anthony says quietly, hands finding your hips and his gaze never breaks away from you. It’s almost as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

“That would be a good idea. Plus the faster we get home, the faster Frankie goes down for bed and the faster we celebrate, yeah?” Anthony’s eyes go wide as you keep talking and your voice begins getting softer and softer. OT winner or not, you still would’ve wanted to celebrate him but you already had the perfect thing in mind.

“I’ll make sure Mat doesn’t hog him for too long.” Beau smirks, kissing you deeply before heading towards the locker room. And as you’re standing there shaking your head as he runs away with a dopey smile on his face, you know you couldn’t be any happier.

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[offside-the-lines]

tell me who i run to (if not you) | anthony beauvillier | Ep 4. Four-leaf Clover

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Chapter Summary: 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.

A/N: You can refer to cover page for the series summary, author's notes, tropes, general warnings and other fun tidbits. This series contains mature themes. Minors DNI. Warning: heavy alcohol consumption, and kissing under the influence Disclaimer: This series is set in Chicago but does not mention the name of the team.

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Four-leaf Clover

Tito — March 9

Tito walks through Evie’s front door, his feet dragging like cement on her floor. It wasn’t even a long road trip, only three games and six days, but they took a late flight, still in their game day suits, right after the game in DC so they could be ready for the back-to-back tomorrow. Today?

He was happy to be back playing and delighted to be back in the normal rhythm of training, games, and travel. But every game is a slog, and the weight of a loss feels even heavier on a team that loses more than it wins. 

Not to mention, the long calls with his agent and dad meant he spent most of his waking hours on the roadie thinking about the future. It was hard not to feel increasingly pessimistic when you feel like you’re barely making an impact on a bottom-of-the-table team.

So, yeah, he’s exhausted. His thoughts are moving like sludge through a clogged pipe when he realizes that Evie has been talking to him for a while.

She looks up at him expectantly from where she sits in front of her computer, surrounded by papers and books. She’s wearing her glasses, and her hair is tied in a messy bun, whisps falling around her face. She’s wearing another sweater he had left behind. If he’s honest, most of his favorite comfortable clothes are in her closet now. He feels so relieved to see her he could cry. 

He smiles at her softly, “Hey. Sorry. What did you say?”

She laughs. “I knew you weren’t listening.” She shakes her head and stands up, walking over to him. 

His body sways towards her without his meaning to.

“Woah, okay.” She catches him in a hug. “Brutal week, huh?”

His arms tighten around her, holding her firmly to him. He hums, burying his face in her neck and sinking into the scent of her perfume and conditioner.

She leans back and smiles at him in a way that makes his body feel even more like jelly than it did, “Yeah, okay. Let’s get you to bed.” 

She reaches up and loosens his tie as he just blinks at her. He cooperates as she takes his suit jacket and hangs it up on the kitchen bar stool. She pushes him towards her bedroom, causing him to grunt in confusion.

“Look, you’re tired. It was a crazy game, and you took a long flight. And, to top it all off, you have another game tomorrow. Which is fucking ridiculous, by the way. You’re sleeping in the bed.”

“What?” he mumbles, “No. It’s okay. I can do the couch.”

“I’m not arguing with you on this. Go get ready for bed.”

“But,” he pauses, turning towards her in the doorway of her room, “What about you? I'm not letting you sleep on the couch in your own apartment.”

She looks at him assessingly before shaking her head and smiling, “Okay then.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. Come on, let’s go.” She closes her laptop and turns off the lights, pushing him further into her room.

His feet drag as his head swims with confusion. “You’re staying in here, too?”

“Yes, dumbass. Might as well take advantage of this king bed.” Her voice softens. “Is that okay with you?”

“Oh,” he says, surprised, “Yes, please.”

He unbuttons his shirt as she rummages around in the closet. When she re-emerges, she’s holding a t-shirt and sweatpants. As he takes the rest of his suit off and hangs it on the nearest empty hanger, she remains standing in front of the closet stock still, eyes never leaving him. He puts a hand on her waist as he reaches around her to hang up his suit, dropping a kiss on her cheek as he takes the clothes in her hand.

If he was less tired, he might have caught the way her eyes linger on the ripple of his body, unable to look away as he changed. He might have seen the flush on her cheeks that she wills away before following him into the bathroom.

His eyes flutter closed as he leans against the sink when they're both brushing their teeth. As he starts to walk back into the bedroom, he remembers something important. 

“Oh!”

“Yes?” Evie mumbles through her toothbrush, her eyes wide through the mirror as he stands close behind her, holding her waist.

“I tried to buy some tea when we were in Arizona. I tried to find the type you have here, but I couldn’t find it. Can you tell me what it’s called?”

“I can give you a box,” she says, standing stock still.

“Oh!” he whispers, “Thanks.”

He drops a kiss on her shoulder before trudging into the bedroom. He means to wait for her to join him, but he falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

Evie — March 17

Evie has never understood why St Patrick’s Day is so popular in the US, but that doesn’t stop her from agreeing to go out with the girls to celebrate. She revels in the group around her in the crowded club; it’s nice to have a group of friends in Chicago. Six months ago, that would've felt impossible.

Well, technically, she guesses, she has two groups of friends. She sees Kelsey, Leanne, and the others every few days, whether it’s for lunch, dinner, or a night out. 

When Tito’s in town, she’ll join him and the team on the rare occasion that he goes out with them. Lately, she’s also been getting texts from Alandra when the team's traveling, inviting her over for viewing parties. 

It feels weird to sit amongst the wives and girlfriends of the other players, though, so Evie prefers watching at home. Besides, Leanne has really gotten into the sport, so she always has company.

Her friends have been talking about St Patrick’s Day since the New Year’s party, where there was a spirited debate over the merits of house parties and nights out. The Night Out evangelists put together a bar and club crawl that started early in the evening. And Evie can really feel the alcohol in her system as she sways to the music.

Somewhere in her distant memory, she can recall Tito calling her around the second bar they visited. The team had won tonight and were in the mood to celebrate. Tito was high on his two-goal performance and sounded excited to actually go out with the team for once. She was happy for him.

She pulls out her phone— it’s now past midnight— and opens up her text messages.

To Tito 🌞🏒: whre r u?????

“Hey, Genevieve! Don’t be rude! Put your phone away,” Kelsey yells over the thrum of music.

Leanne peaks over her shoulder. “Who’ you textin’?” she slurs.

“Hey,” Evie squeaks, stuffing her phone back in her pockets. “Tito. He’s supposed to come find us.”

“What is it,” someone calls over. Evie’s not quick enough to figure out who.

“Gigi’s texting Tito again,” Leanne sings, making a wild gesture that knocks into a random passerby. “Oops.”

It only takes a second for the wolf whistles to begin.

Evie squeezes her eyes shut and knows precisely what’s in her near future.

Kelsey leans in conspiratorially, “Speaking of— You've got to be tapping that, right? I mean, holy shit. He's so fucking hot. Come on, you’ve got to tell us. What’s he packin’ under there?”

“Guys,” she whines, “We’ve literally been over this—”

“Okay, but like, you’ve got to be fucking right? You can’t have that body around 24/7 and not be hitting it.”

A wave of assent ripples through the group, and Evie feels something settle in her gut. Warm and tight across her lower belly. It makes her feel irritated and on edge.

“No, Leanne, we're not fucking. We hang out, we watch TV, we make and eat food, we sleep. That’s it.” She reaches for one of the shots on their table and slams it down.

“Oooh, she’s a little defensive,” Evie hears someone say.

“Yeah, she has to be so fucking wound up. Seeing all that and not getting any,” Kelsey tries to cover it as a mumble, but her voice is louder than she intends it to be.

“I literally picked up the other week. You were all literally there.” Evie rolls her eyes and glares at her friends. She pointedly has not and will not tell them about how that night ended.

“I guess you’re right,” Leanne says, putting her arm around Evie’s shoulder, “That girl was so fucking hot too. I don’t know how you do it. Well, I mean, I do. You’re hot. They’re hot. It’s just math. Still. Leave some for the rest of us, Jesus.” 

Evie stares at the shots on the table and considers if alcohol poisoning would get her out of this conversation.

Kelsey interrupts her thoughts again, “But wait, wasn’t he on a roadie that night, though? Are you sure you guys are totally cool with each other hooking up with other people?”

Evie sighs and bangs her head on the table. “Guys, you've watched us wingman each other. What the fuck're you on right now?”

“Oh, right. Yeah.” Kelsey looks suitably chastised as she downs her own shot. Evie considers whether she should be cut off but ultimately decides she’s probably fine.

Her thoughts are interrupted again when Kelsey whispers in her ear, “So, like, if I sleep with him, you’d be okay with that.”

Evie feels her teeth clench, and her body stiffen as the room tilts a little. She forces her body to relax. She hasn’t had enough to drink to throw up right now.

“Yeah, have at it, Kels.”

When she looks over, Kelsey isn’t at all convinced, but she doesn’t seem to want to explore the topic any further. Thank God. 

Evie takes a deep breath and takes another shot. 

“Okay,” she says, loud and cheery, “We got another stop on this party tour?”

Leanne pulls out the map, to cheers around the table, everyone moving on quickly. 

“I think Underground’s next. We can go now, what do you think?”

“Uh, yeah! Sounds great! Let’s go!” Evie announces.

As they step onto the curb, her phone rings. When she checks it, her screen is filled with a picture of Tito asleep on her couch, which she has saved as his contact photo. The image melts the remaining tension in her shoulder; she smiles and answers the call.

“Hey Tito, hold on,” she says into her phone before looking up at her friends. “You guys go on without me. I’ll meet you at the next place.”

“Are you sure?” Leanne says.

“Yeah, you guys go on. I’ll be right behind you.”

“Okay.” Leanne gives her a squeeze before walking off with the rest of the group.

Evie pulls her phone back to her ear as she steps under the club's awning, wrapping her coat close to her.

“—lo? Are you still there? Hellloooooo,” she hears Tito’s voice calling.

“Hey, Tito. Sorry, I was just talking to the girls.”

“Oh, hi!” Tito says, way too loud, making her wince.

“Hi to you too, bud,” she laughs, “Maybe not so loud. You almost made me deaf.”

There’s a pause on the other end before she hears Tito whisper dramatically into his phone, “Oh. Sorry. I just got excited. I miss you.”

She laughs again, her cheeks straining with her smile. “That’s okay. Where are you?”

“Um… Hold on.” She hears some muffled noises on the other end of the line. “We're going somewhere else soon. Where are you?”

“That didn't answer my question, " she laughs. “I’m at SpyBar. In River North.”

She hears him repeat her location.

“Tito?”

“Yeah, chouchou! I’m in a cab! I’ll be there in…” She hears him lean away from the phone again and ask the driver how far away he is, first in French and then in English. “Ten minutes.”

“What? Okay?” she says in confusion.

“Don’t move, okay? I’m coming.”

She shakes her head. “Yeah, okay. I might go back inside because it’s freezing out here.”

“Oh, yeah,” his voice coming through bright on her phone, “That’s okay. I’ll find you!”

“No, Tito! Just text me when you get here, and I’ll come out. There’s a line.”

When she hears no response, she looks down to see he has already hung up. “Goddammit,” she says to herself.

Fifteen minutes later, she's standing at a high top in the corner of the room, eyeing her phone, her vision hazy, when a large body comes crashing into her. 

She stumbles in surprise. “Wha—”

Strong hands spin her around.

Her brain registers Tito’s beaming smile for a split second before his lips crash into hers. His hands fly up to cradle her face roughly.

She makes a squeak of surprise, her hands clinging to his arms— were they always this firm— for balance.

Before she can process any of it, Tito leans back. She immediately misses the sensation of his warm lips against hers, and her body sways into him to chase them.

“Hi,” Tito says warmly, his eyes wild and unfocused, the corners of them crinkled in unbridled joy.

“Hi?” She looks up at him. At this moment, it hits her that Leanne and Kelsey are so right. He's probably the most beautiful person she’s ever seen. Her eyes trail down his sharp nose to his soft lips. She likes those lips. They smile.

“I missed you,” the lips say. One of the hands on Evie’s face trails down her neck, causing her to shiver. The other hand tenderly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before resting on her waist.

“You saw me this morning.” Her hands slide from his arms— how are they so big— across his equally firm chest. She can hear her blood rushing in her ears as she feels him solid and warm beneath her fingers. 

“I know,” he murmurs before leaning forward to plant a soft peck on her forehead. She feels more than hears him take a breath in, his shoulders relaxing.

He leans back, his eyes searching her face, but she’s distracted. Her own eyes feel unfocused as they get stuck on his tongue wetting his glistening lips before finally locking onto his crystal-clear eyes. 

Whatever Tito’s looking for, he seems content to have found it when he smiles, and she can’t help but smile back.

The hand on her neck moves so gently she feels every hair on her body stand on end. His thumb moves to brush along her jaw, resting on her chin. He tilts her head back, and her mouth parts with the action, and she feels his chest rumble beneath her palms as he groans.

The second time his lips meet hers, she’s ready for them and she wastes no time. She’s always known they were full— she has eyes— but she can feel every millimeter of their softness against hers. She feels content to just explore his pillowy lips but is interrupted by the way his tongue brushes against her lips, setting a jolt of heat down her spine.

Her hands grab onto his black dress shirt, pulling him impossibly closer and deepening the kiss. She feels crazy with it; the way their tongues slide hot and wet, the way his hands drag reverently over her back, coming to rest on her hips. 

Her fingers are tangled in his soft curls. She gives them a gentle tug, eliciting another deep noise from him that makes the warmth in her stomach grow blazing hot. 

He gently bites her lip in retaliation, surprising a moan out of her. Somewhere in her brain, she notices how broad his hands feel, fingers digging into her hips lightly. 

They both jump when Tito’s phone vibrates between their bodies. He pulls away, a soft smile on his face, before reaching into his pocket.

“The boys are at the Underground, and they’re just wondering where I am.” He rests his forehead against hers.

“Oh! That’s where my friends went, too.” 

“Do you want to go there then?”

“Yeah, let’s do it,” she smiles. She can feel her heart beating hard in her chest as the room sways a little around them.

“Okay, then.” He pauses. “Just one more thing before we go.”

“What?”

“Oh, you know, just this.” 

He kisses her briefly. 

“Wait, one more.”

Another kiss.

“Hang on. Okay, last one.”

Another kiss.

“There.”

She's laughing, rolling her eyes as she pushes him out of the club and into the cold Chicago air. The Underground is only a 10-minute walk from where they are, so they decide to walk hand-in-hand, chatting excitedly and laughing. At some point, Tito convinces her that he should give her a piggy-back ride. And that’s what their friends see when they walk up outside the club.

“Hey! Look! It’s Leanne. Oh, and your other friends! Oh! And the boys!” he shouts, attempting to point as he holds onto her calf.

Eventually, he agrees to let her down, but only because the bouncer insists. He doesn’t go far, though. He has an arm around her for the rest of the night, never leaving her side for even a moment until he's putting her in a cab with Leanne, dropping a kiss on her cheek.

“I’m not going to say anything,” Leanne says smugly as the door shuts.

Evie — March 18

The following morning, Evie wakes up with an incredible hangover. She groans as she rubs her eyes, wincing at the open windows. They must've forgotten to pull the blinds last night.

Tito…

She pauses, her head spinning. There’s something there as she freezes, pulling on that fuzzy thread of memory.

It comes back in a flash: wet pillowy lips sliding over hers, soft curly hair in her fingers, a broad palm firm on her waist, a warm callused thumb tracing her jaw, two deep pools of blue holding her gaze so tenderly.

She gasps; her eyes fly open.

Tito.

She looks over at her empty side, where she has grown accustomed to seeing Tito sleeping.

Right, he had to pack for a road trip. A road trip leaving today for the next week. 

Fuck.

He will be back for only two days before he's gone for another week.

Double fuck.

Evie groans, pulls his pillow over her face, and screams into the swirling scents of her own conditioner and his cologne.

Tito — April 1

Tito’s glad he gets a day off in New York before their game against the Islanders. It lets him veg out on Mat’s couch all afternoon and evening— an entire 12 hours where he can pretend last year never happened.

He hates that this is one of only two places where he doesn’t feel like his skin is too tight for his body. At least in this space, he doesn’t have to think about all the calls with his agent about next season. He especially doesn’t have to think about the email in his inbox detailing his flight home on April 21st.

So he just enjoys spending time with Mat, playing video games like old times, and being in each other’s presence. 

He’s glad he gets that time to enjoy blissful ignorance before he's rudely wrenched back into his real life while eating Thai food on Mat’s couch.

“So, any news about the contract situation?” Mat tries to sound casual and falls short by at least a mile.

“No, Barzy. If there was news, you’d know. You’d literally be like the first person I’d tell.” 

Mat studies his face, and he must find something there because he shrugs.

“First person still, eh?” Mat’s face lights up in a cheeky smirk. “You sure? Are you sure I wouldn’t be the second? You think you’d call me before you’d call Evie.” 

He says her name in a sing-songy voice, making Tito roll his eyes. Mat has gotten so much worse in his teasing about Evie since they met on FaceTime; Mat had loudly— embarrassingly— said, “You said she was hot; you didn’t tell me she was this gorgeous.” They apparently text now, too.

Tito heaves a heavy sigh and rolls his eyes. “Actually, you’re right. I’d probably call my dad first.”

Unfortunately, the glint has not left Mat’s eyes, which tells Tito he has found something to latch on to and has no intention of stopping anytime soon.

“So,” Mat says, casually chewing on his Pad Thai. “How’s Evie?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself? You guys text now, don’t you?”

“You jealous, bud?”

Tito levels him with an unimpressed look. “Why would I be jealous? I literally see her every day.”

“Every day, eh?” Mat nods dramatically. “Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.” 

Tito swears internally. How does Mat always do this? “Yes. I see my new best friend every day.”

Mat squawks so loud that Tito almost drops his green curry and points at him accusingly with his chopsticks. “What?! I told you that she was replacing me. Nah-uh, man. I am your best friend. And I will fight her. I will fly to Chicago right now and fight her.”

Tito chews smugly. “You’re going to travel. On a plane. To fist-fight a girl? Why don’t you take that energy onto the ice instead of all the yapping, eh?”

“Oh fuck you, Beau,” he spits, with no heat behind it. He eats his dinner, thinking for a bit before adding, “No ice talk in Barzy-Beau time.”

They eat their dinner in silence for a few seconds before Mat pipes up again, sighing dramatically, “I can’t believe you’ve fucking replaced me already. It’s been one year. All those years of work, down the drain. Did me helping you when you broke your arm in U-18 dev camp mean nothing to you?”

“Barz, this is why they call you a bitch baby.” Tito laughs again when he's rewarded with another squawk. 

“No one calls me that!” he whines.

“Sure, bud.” Tito bumps his shoulder into Mat’s, smiling as Mat continues to rant while they finish their food. 

After putting the empty take-out containers onto Mat’s coffee table, he flops back onto the couch with the controller.

“Okay, so you don’t want to talk about Evie,” Mat says, a few seconds into the NHL 24 game they’re playing.

“Not really, no.”

“Okay, so, like, any other hotties in Chicago?”

Flashes of Evie cross his mind, unprompted. He tries to think of literally any of the other girls he’s been with ever, but they all get replaced by her: the warm glint in her dark chocolate eyes, the buttery soft skin of her calf beneath his hands when they’re on the couch, or the way her smile makes his chest loosen even on the worst days.

And the hot slide of her lips against his.

Tito’s thumb slips, and his avatar misses the goal. 

“Fuck! Uh, not really? I mean, I went out a bit earlier in the season, but I’m just so fucking exhausted now.”

Mat hums. “Sure, yeah. Anyone good enough you’d wanna see again?”

Tito’s traitorous mind can only supply the blurry flashes of Evie’s body pressed against his with the thrumming bass of club music in the background. The sensation of her hands curled in his hair. The little gasp-moan she made when he bit her lip. The way his fingers could span her entire waist.

He swallows hard, pushing those memories back down. “Come on, man. You know I never tell.”

Mat laughs softly. “Yeah, I know. Still worth a try, though.”

“You’re disgusting, man.”

Mat shrugs, feigning indifference. Tito bumps him hard with his shoulder.

“Hey!” he yells, elbowing Tito back, “That’s fucking interference.”

“What're you gonna do about it? Fight me?”

The conversation and the game devolve from there.

Later in the evening, Mat stands up to clean off the take-out boxes, an honest hallmark of growing up. 

“You want anything to drink?” he asks from the kitchen.

Tito pauses and thinks, “Yeah, uh… Do you have any tea?”

There’s a silence in the kitchen before Mat appears in the doorway. 

“Tea?” he asks.

“Uh, yeah? Leaves plus hot water? Leaf juice? I’m sure you’ve heard of it,” Tito smirks.

“Shut up,” Mat rolls his eyes, “Since when do you drink tea.”

“Since always? What’s it to you?”

Mat stares at him for an extended moment, brows furrowed, before walking back into the kitchen without another word.

“Um, Barz?” Tito calls after him, following him into the kitchen.

He sees Mat bent over, rummaging through his drawers loudly before turning around and throwing a tea bag at Tito. 

“Here. You know where stuff is.” Mat walks past him back to the living room.

Tito stands for a second, confused, before following. “Dude, what the fuck was that?”

When Mat turns around, Tito's floored because Mat looks genuinely angry.

“Why are you lying to me?” Mat challenges, not a trace of his signature smirk on his face.

“What the hell are you talking about?” 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Tito stares at him blankly before shaking his head.

“Are you fucking serious right now, Beauvillier?” He pauses to assess Tito’s face. “Tea! Tea. You drink tea now? I've known you ten fucking years; I've seen you drink tea maybe three times.”

“Oh, come on, I drank tea.”

“No, you didn’t! But that is so not the fucking point, and you know it.” Mat walks back to him and pokes him hard in the chest. “So, tell me, why are you lying to me?”

Tito sighs and rubs his hands over his face, and when he opens his mouth to speak again, his voice comes out strained, “I’m not lying Mat. I swear.”

He feels Mat poke him again, gentler this time. “Okay. Fine. But if you’re not lying to me, then you're lying to yourself.”

“I— There’s—” Tito stammers, unable to form a coherent sentence, a panic setting into his chest.

Mat looks at him, and his expression softens before sighing, “Look, Beau. Tell me honestly. Where the fuck did you go when I asked you if you were seeing someone?”

His mind unhelpfully flashes him the image of Evie waking up next to him in the morning, sleep rumpled and utterly breathtaking. She makes a little squeak when she stretches, right as her eyes flutter open, and before she smiles at him. Tito’s always been an early riser, but even if he wasn’t, it’d been worth it just to see that every morning.

“Yes! See? That! Where the fuck did you just go?”

“I—” Tito takes a deep breath and fights through the tightness in his chest. “I can’t. I can’t, Mat.”

“Beau—”

“You know I can’t. She— I’m leaving Chicago in three weeks, Mat. I don’t know if I’m even going back to Chicago. I have no idea where I’m going to be next year.” He takes a shaking breath and looks past Mat’s shoulder and out of the living window.

“Beau— Tito, what are you talking about?” Mat asks gently.

“Barz, I know. Okay? I know. I know that I'm absolutely fucked. But it doesn’t matter because I can’t— I won’t do that to her. I've been in three different cities in the past year. Three different teams.” He fights through the wobble in his voice, barely above a whisper. “You don’t know what it’s like to— You just don’t know what it’s like.”

“Tito, fucking talk to me, man. Please. Just word vomit. Get it all out. Like when you make yourself throw up when you’ve drunk too much. It sucks in the moment, but you’ll feel better after.”

Tito sinks heavily into the armchair next to the couch and buries his face in his hands. “It’s just… One day, a team's your life. You’re asked to give everything to that team. And you’re happy to. Because it’s your team. Those are your boys. It’s like who you are. Anthony Beauvillier, a New York Islander. Right? 

“And then the next day, out of absolutely fucking nowhere, you’re just not that anymore. You’re now on a new team in a new city with new teammates and new support staff. Everything's different. But you’re supposed to act like everything's fine, and you have to slot right in, in this strange new place with strange new people, and be just as committed to this strange new team as you were to the old one. And pretend like the last few years of your life never even happened.

“So you do it. And you do it with a smile on your face and a positive mindset, or whatever. You power through until you make new friends, have new favorite spots to eat, and, just like, new everything. And you think, fuck, okay, this’ll be fine. You’re smiling more for real now instead of just because that’s what people expect from you. 

“And then, one day, you’re eating breakfast and you get a call from your agent. And it’s happening all over again.” His voice breaks. “And I just have a feeling that this is just what my career is going to be like Mat.”

“No—” he hears Mat’s pained voice coming from next to him.

“No, it’s okay, Barz. Look, I’m really happy for you, and I love seeing you fucking killing it out there. And being an All-Star and all that. But that’s not me. And that’s fine, too. I’m doing fine. I promise. But I can’t fucking do that to someone— to her. Even if she feels the— I can’t ask her to do this fucking circus show with me, just ripping her from her home every however many months. Just being a little scared every single time the phone rings that it’s going to be that call again. I can’t—”

Tito presses the heels of his hands against his eyes hard, willing himself not to cry. He hears Mat shuffle around to hug him firmly and tries to breathe through the tightness constricting his chest.

“I’m sorry, Beau. I really am. I wish it didn’t have to be you. I wish you could stay— could've stayed.” Mat sounds like he might be crying a little, too.

“It’s okay. It’s gotta be someone, I guess.” He shrugs, wiping his hands from his eyes and running his fingers through his slightly messed-up hair. “It’s so fucking stupid because I still feel really fucking lucky to play in the show. Like this was the dream. You know that. I’m living my fucking dream. And I knew this was part of the deal. So I’m okay with it, but I can’t ask her to do this shit with me. She deserves better than this. And I’m really grateful she’s even just my friend at all. I’ll be okay with it staying that way. It doesn’t matter what I— It doesn’t matter.”

Mat gives him a final squeeze before letting him go and sitting back on the edge of the couch. “Have you thought about talking to Evie about this? Like, I think she should know.”

Tito shakes his head, staring at his damp hands. “No… I don’t know… Maybe… I wouldn’t even know what to say.”

“Well, I think it would be good to start with how you definitely want to marry her and have her babies because you’re an idiot who drinks tea now.”

Tito chortles and shoves Mat in the shoulders hard; he falls dramatically backward into the couch. “I’m not fucking saying that, Mathew.”

“Which part, eh?” Mat winks and wiggles his eyebrows.

Tito takes the pillow behind him and pelts it at Mat’s head. “Any of it, you dumb fuck,” he yells before they both burst out laughing.

When they finally calm down, Mat says, “For what it’s worth, she’s definitely into you too. Anyone who voluntarily spends that much time with you has to be mesmerized by something. Might be just the abs, but it could also be your personality.”

“God, I hate you.”

“No, you don’t. You love me,” Mat beams at him, a smug grin stretched across his whole face.

“Urgh, fine. I do, Mat-Mat. Worst fucking choice ever. Should never have spoken to you at camp,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah? And what would you do without me?” Mat says in an exaggerated sing-song voice. He nudges Tito’s calf with his foot before standing up, “Come on, let’s make you that fucking tea.”

“I can’t believe you yelled at me over tea.” Tito stands up, following Mat to the kitchen again.

“I did not yell at you about tea. I yelled at you because you were being so fucking stupid, and it was pissing me off.”

“Do you even have a kettle?”

Mat throws him an unimpressed look, “No, I obviously don’t have a kettle. I was going to microwave it. God, she’s made you into a snob.”

“It's not snobby to make your tea at the right temperature.” Mat raises his eyebrows, and Tito laughs, “Okay, maybe. She’s right, though. Something about brewing temperature.”

“Whipped,” Mat mutters under his breath, causing Tito to hit him with a dishtowel.

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[swissboyhisch]

ANTHONY BEAUVILLIER REC LIST

FICS

Mine by @hotgirlhockey After getting angry on the ice, you decide to make Anthony angry in bed too.

Holiday Cards by @fear-of-flyers After talking to another WAG, you come up with an idea. Hopefully Anthony is willing to go along with it.

Trade by @prettytoxicrevolver When Anthony gets traded to the Canucks, the future of your relationship becomes uncertain

The Four Times it Rained and The One Time it Didn't by @prettytoxicrevolver The rain has always brought good things to you and Tito but what happens when it's actually sunny out?

Super Dad by @ilyasorokinn Life as a dad in quarantine.

Where We Land by @matbarzyy Babysitting Tito's son was supposed to be simple. Until feelings get involved.

Become a Family by @beauvibaby Moving to Long Island as a single mum is tough. Luckily a friend is willing to catch up and be involved.

Love is an Open Door by @hotgirlhockey You are a single mother who starts dating a hockey player. Months into the relationship, you begin to fall in love with said player, but the last thing you were expecting was your daughter to love him too.

Communication Skills by @ohmyeyesmyeyes A trade causes some tension but luckily they have a best friend who is willing to help.

Til Forever Falls Apart by @doc-pickles 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.

Emergency Contact by @doc-pickles You’re sick and all Tito wants is for you to take care of yourself.

AUTHORS INCLUDED ALL DESERVE A FOLLOW:

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UPDATED: 29/10/23

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[nicohischierz]

Dad quinn, mama and lucas at all star?

it was quinn's second all star appearance.

however, this time instead of being joined by petey, quinn was joined by his younger brother jack and luke.

the whole weekend lucas clung to his father and his uncles. he joined the three of them on the bench. lucas was even more excited when he saw matt martin on the bench, his daughter sitting by his side.

luke noticed his nephew's absence almost immediately. the younger hughes brother tapped both his brother's to tell them he couldn't find lucas. panic rose in quinn's body.

but the panic fell when he saw his son talking to matt. quinn also noticed the fact that lucas was holding matt's daughters hand, he took a picture and sent it to you immediately.

you were sitting next to sydney and both of you were gushing at how cute your children were. let's just say the two best friends didn't leave each other's side the whole weekend and had appeared at the back of many interviews.

as it was luke's first all star game and the only one with all three brothers they were forced to do media together.

"so luke how has the weekend been for you?" an interviewer began.

"umm yeah, it's been good you know. you always watch the guys on tv and it was nice coming to my first one and the fact that I got to spend it with these two was better," he gestured to his brothers on either side.

"a question to the whole group. the three of you have been spotted with a little boy the whole weekend, is it safe to say we have a new hughes brother in the mix?" another interviewer asked.

the three brothers chuckled before quinn answered "uhh not another brother but yeah we do have a new hughes in the mix," he answered keeping the answer vague.

"some people have mentioned seeing the boy with your teammate anthony beauvillier and a girl, was there tension when he joined the team?" someone else asked.

luke and jack knew quinn wanted to keep you and lucas private but you had grown a following on tiktok after posting clips of lucas at game days with him and tito.

"no my girlfriend and tito became close friends when she worked with the isles and I'm thankful for all his help with lucas so no there was no tension," quinn's answer let everyone to move on from the topic.

after the mishap with the media, everything else went smoothly. lucas had the time of his life and he made a lot of new friends which helped seeing as the move to vancouver was hard.

#dad!quinn hughes #nicohischierz request

[smileysvech]

MISCELLANEOUS PLAYERS MOODBOARD MASTERLIST

ANTHONY BEAUVILLIER

baking cookies

I know places (taylor's version)

midnight rain

street lightning

trip to the bahamas

wedding guest season ft. plus sized!reader

ERIK JOHNSON

glitch

law school student!ej

lover

shake it off (taylor's version)

space cowboy

you're on your own kid

JEREMY SWAYMAN

heartbreak can wait

messier

think later

xxl

JT COMPHER

attending a charity gala

bigger than the whole sky

cooking

feel

guys weekend camping trip with dad!jt

how to lose a guy in 10 days

lavender haze

paris

romeo and juliet

summer vacation

the good ones

wildest dreams (taylor's version)

TYSON JOST

80s/stranger things

baseball date

bigger than the whole sky

clean (taylor's version)

colors

comforting self-care day

cozy days at home with dad!tyson

dancing with our hands tied

daylight

dog dad!josty

fall movie marathon

greedy

I pray

karma

keep it gold

lady ft. girl dad!tyson

learning to play a new instrument

mary's song (oh my my my)

mr blue sky

roadtrip and picnic date

romantic valentine's day

sweet creature

sweet nothing

you are in love

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[loulucifer]

My dad keeps trying to talk to me about Connor bedard

Like my guy, if I am being forced to talk about ch*cago I will only be speaking about my WIFE, Anthony Beauvillier

[starry-hughes]

paul revere

mat barzal x reader

warnings: angst, angst, and oh more angst

inspired by paul revere by noah kahan :)

summary: a visit to your hometown and a run-in with your ex boyfriend causes memories to bubble up

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You didn’t have many connections to New York City when you moved there. Barely twenty-one years old, you moved out of Coquitlam, securing all the documents to do so as your boyfriend was finally getting his own apartment, no longer living in the basement of an older teammate. The only connection to New York City was Mat Barzal. The two of you met before he left for Seattle. You were the thing, the person, dragging him back every weekend he could. He would take long train rides up to see you, even if it was just for a brief time. 

When you left Coquitlam, your connections left too. Your parents finally sold the house they talked about selling for years. You were grown up and living in another country, and they didn’t need to stay there. They moved back to your dad’s hometown. Your friends, besides Mat, had all gone to university, leaving the town as well, and didn’t spare a look back over their shoulders. 

For a while, NYC was good to you. Mat was playing hockey, and you had started building your way up at your workplace. It was a blissful time. You would wake up next to Mat, he’d leave for practice, and you’d leave for work. You’d come home, help him tie his tie, slip on a jersey in support, and go to his games. When he was on road trips, you would spend the nights on call, despite Anthony Beauvillier groaning in the background every time Mat and you argued about who should hang up first. 

It was good. 

Years later, you’re back in Coquitlam. If your friends were still in Coquitlam, they surely could be asking where the ring on your ring was. Mat had made it abundantly clear when the two of you were younger that he was going to marry you. Everyone expected a big fat diamond ring on your finger, something only his NHL salary could afford. But your ring finger was empty. 

You rented a car for your trip. You weren’t even sure why you were visiting; you needed time away from New York. Work had been crazy, and every first date you were going on wasn’t ending well. The apartment you moved into three years ago still felt empty. Pictures weren’t hung, and the walls remained bare, Mat was in every photo you owned. You couldn’t hang those. 

Mat Barzal would return home every off-season for a couple of weeks. He’d visit with his family, hang out with his friends, and recharge. You knew this about him. Hell, his insisting on visits is what sparked the beginning to the end of your relationship. You just prayed that the city was big enough for the two of you, like New York. 

Your rental car flew by familiar streets and houses you once knew. You wondered who lived in your old house or if your neighbor’s dog was still alive. You dreaded running into Mat, but you were more scared about running into his mom. Nadia Barzal was protective over her son, she would surely be unhappy to see you. You parked the car at a downtown hotel. Remarking the new shops you didn’t recognize. How could so much change in the time you were gone? It had only been eight years…

Mat never understood why you wanted to cut ties with the city so badly. He liked New York, but part of him would always be in Coquitlam. You couldn’t explain it, but you didn’t want to be restricted by county lines. You had built your life up in New York City. Being so far from your family was hard sometimes, but you pushed those feelings away. 

The bar down the street from your hotel was one that Mat and you always talked about visiting but never got around to doing so. Fake IDs were hard to obtain when you were younger, and Mat was a troublesome boy, but he didn’t want to mess up his hockey career for something like a fake ID. You took in the sight of the bar and the unfamiliar people around you in the semi-crowded bar. 

His back was to you when you entered. He was talking to some of his childhood friends who still lived locally. Mat told some stories about his season in New York and his brief injury. You were focused on ordering a drink and finding a seat at the bar. You didn’t even register his infectious laughter that you fell in love with. 

Mat talked about raising kids in Coquitlam. He talked about getting married there. He talked about moving back there after his career ended. Every discussion about moving back there made your throat tighten and your hands sweat. Mat was always trying to drag you back to Coquitlam for visits, and you hated every second of those trips. When Mat proposed, a gesture to save your relationship from completely breaking, you saw a glimpse of living in a town you hated, raising kids you didn’t want, and you couldn’t say yes. You were gone from his apartment a week later. 

Three drinks in, you were getting chatty with the bartender. “Are you from here?” she questioned. You thought for a second, “No. I’m not.” Mat could recognize your voice from miles away. When he saw you, he turned away from his friends to order another beer. His heart stopped and sped up at the same time. The last time he really looked at you, you were pushing away his grandmother’s ring and denying his proposal. “Really? I feel like you’re from here!” The bartender perked up as she handed you your tab. “I’m not from around here.” 

Mat watched as you signed your bill and watched as you dropped the tip into the jar. “I gotta go.” Mat stumbled over his words to his friends, just like he stumbled out of his chair and followed you out of the bar. He didn’t mean to get so angry. But something inside of him sparked, hearing you try to erase your childhood and erase memories from this town. 

“You’re not from here, huh?” he practically barked as he followed you down the street. You flinched at his voice. You knew it was him. You turned and faced Mat. The TV didn’t do him justice. He looked even prettier in person than he did on TV during games. You didn’t even have any defense for yourself. 

Mat didn’t realize how emotional he would get seeing you again. Hearing your words broke him, though. “How dare you say that? We met here. We fell in love here. We lived here for years. And you’re just going to erase that?” he shouted, not caring that he was in public. “We were going to have our family here!” 

“No, Mat, that is what you wanted. My life started in New York, not here. Do you want some prize for being the person to get me to New York? Do you want me to lie to your face and tell you that I miss us?” 

He would have never expected you to say those things to him. As if his heart wasn’t broken enough, you had completely shattered it again. Mat Barzal had seen you walk away from him once before, and he was watching you do it again. 

Your trip went by in a blur. You kept looking over your shoulder, expecting to see Mat, but he wasn’t there. You drove through town on your way to the airport and the rental car place. You didn’t get emotional about leaving typically, but it was all hitting you for some reason. You felt tears pool in your eyes as you drove by your old house. A flashback of Mat and you kissing for the first time in your yard crossed your mind. You could picture him on your first date, standing nervously on your porch. 

You passed by an old building that used to be an arcade. All you could think about was Mat’s infectious laughter as he beat you in a round of air hockey on your seven-month anniversary. You passed by the road you would have turned down to go to Mat’s house, and you had never wanted to go down that road more. And so you did. 

Mat’s house looked the same. He had paid for renovations. You still wondered if his bedroom window screen was broken from sneaking you in years ago. There were no lights on in his house, it had never felt so dark in this city. It was suffocating. And there were no regrets about leaving. 

For summertime, New York City felt cold. You returned from your horrible visit. Kicking the mail that had been slipped through your door and dropping your bag by the door. You passed by the box of photos of you and Mat that you couldn’t bring yourself to throw away. You heard his words. You thought about him on one knee and the life you had dangling in front of you. You saw a chain link fence, maybe a white picket fence, an older Mat in this hypothetical vision. A kid or two running around, tripping over ice skates and family dinners. Maybe a cat, no dogs. Mat telling stories of the days in New York, Anthony coming over with his own family, your kids calling him Uncle Beau. Mat being in love with you until his final breath. 

But the dream was left behind and there was no turning back now. 

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[cellythefloshie]

If you were on the bachelorette what hockey boys would you want to be able to date and choose from? And who do you give your final rose to?

Hey Nonnie! This question has to be the most fun question I have ever received in my ask box. I have put too much thought into my list and the reasons why certain players would not be the recipient of my rose from night one to the final rose. So buckle up dashboard, you’re about to watch an entire season of my Bachelorette season in one post. Disclosure: I have not watched the Bachelor/Bachelorette in a very very long time. This is based on faded memories and quick google searches. 

Meet the Contestants 

Ross Colton - of Robinsville, NJ. Currently bottom six forward of the Tampa Bay Lightning. 

Anthony Cirelli - of Etobicoke, Ontario. Currently top six forward of the Tampa Bay Lightning. 

Brayden Point - of Calgary, Alberta. Currently top six forward of the Tampa Bay Lightning. 

Andrei Svechnikov - of Barnaul, Russia. Currently tops six forward of the Carolina Hurricanes. 

Vince Dunn - Lindsay, Ontario. Currently one half of the top defensive pair of the Seattle Kraken. 

Adam Lowry - of Calgary, Alberta (I know he was born in St Louis but he was raised in Calgary, Okay?). Currently Botton six forward of the Winnipeg Jets (and hopefully the future captain). 

Timo Meir - of Herisau, Switzerland. Currently top six forward of the New Jersey Devils. 

Matt Martin - of Winsdor, Ontario. Currently bottom six forward of the New York Islanders. 

Anthony Beauvillier - of Sorel-Tracy, Quebec. Currently top six forward of the Vancouver Canucks. 

Mat Barzal - of Coquitlam, British Columbia. Currently top six forward of the New York Islanders. 

Tom Wilson - of Toronto, Ontario. Currently top six forward of the Washington Capitals. 

Matthew Tkachuk - of Scottsdale, Arizona (this man has lived in so many cities because of his dad). Currently top six forward of the Florida Panthers. 

Jeremy Swayman - of Anchorage, Alaska. Currently the backup goaltender of the Boston Bruins. 

Pierre Luc Dubois - of Sainte-Agathe-des-Monts, Quebec. Currently, desperately, trying to get traded from the Winnipeg Jets to the Montreal Canadiens. 

Nico Hischier - of Naters, Switzerland. Currently top six forward, and Captain of the New Jersey Devils. 

Brady Skjei - of Lakeville Minnesota. Currently a defenceman of the Carolina Hurricanes. 

Pat Maroon - of St Louis, Missouri. Currently bottom six forward of the Tampa Bay Lightning. 

Chris Kreider - of Boxford, Massachussetts. Currently top six forward of the New York Rangers. 

Pytor Kotchetkov - of Penza, Russia. Currently the goaltender of the Chicago Wolves (AHL) and a backup goaltender for the Carolina Hurricanes. 

William Nylander - of Calgary, Alberta. Currently top six forward of the Toronto Maple Leafs. 

Leon Draisaitl - of Cologne, Germany. Currently top six forward of the Edmonton Oilers. 

Luke Schenn - of Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. Currently one half of the top defensive pair of the Toronto Maple Leafs.

Josh Anderson - of Burlington, Ontario. Currently top six forward for the Montreal Canadiens. 

Auston Matthews - of Scottsdale, Arizona. Currently top six forward of the Toronto Maple Leafs. 

Brendan Lemieux - of Denver, Colorado. Currently button six forward of the Philadelphia Flyers. 

The First Night

At the end of the first night, the 25 contestants would become 15, with 10 NHL hotties failing to receive my affection in the form of a rose: 

Timo Meir - we know his reputation. This man is a womanizer, and it’s clear when he tried to go in for a kiss during our first conversation. But we’re here for love. For commitment. So he had to go. 

Pierre-Luc Dubois - speaking of commitment. This man doesn’t know the definition of that. He can’t commit to a team, he can’t commit to me. Au revoir.

Leon Draisaitl - this man is so intimidating to me. I wouldn’t have the confidence to pursue anything of any nature.  

Pat Maroon - his energy would be too much for me. Confident, successful, and ready to party. I wouldn’t be able to keep up. 

Luke Scheen - is a sweet guy, but wouldn’t do much to set himself apart from the rest. 

Josh Anderson - would have flashed his abs at least once during the night - and I would have noticed but it wouldn't be enough to set him apart from the rest of the guys who go the extra mile to set themselves apart. 

Nico Hischier - a sweet guy. Very gentlemanly. But he’s a little young for me so he doesn’t receive a rose. 

Auston Matthews - Auston would come in so confident he would come off as cocky. Would brag about his friendship with Justin Beiber and would come dressed in an expensive sweatsuit instead of a suit like the other contestant. Would not be a vibe. 

Brendan Lemieux - during the first night. Brendan Lemieux and Matthew Tkachuk got into a physical altercation regarding the biting incident with Brady Tkachuk. Production wanted to kick them both off the show, but instead, they were allowed to stay until the end of the night where Tkachuk was the only one of the two to receive the rose. 

Pytor Kochetkov - my sweet sweet Pytor. He would have needed Svechnikov to translate for him all night. So kind and sweet, but the language barrier was strong and Svechnikov would have needed to be a constant third wheel to make it work - plus he’s kind I can’t decide if he is baby brother vibes or not. He would not receive the final rose of the evening. 

Season Highlights

Andrei Svechnikov secured the first kiss on the first night with his charm, maturity and his kindness in helping Pytor through the night when he could have been selfish 

Andrei also received the first rose of the season before the first rose ceremony was held

Vince Dunn would be a quick fan favorite but not without controversy - there would be a call to action from fans that wanted him to be sent home but he would remain on the show after making a public apology at the rose ceremony

Anthony Beauvillier and Mat Barzal would go on a 2 on 1 date with me, some kind of outdoorsy thing with paddleboarding and it would have been a great time BUT they would both go home that same night after Beauvillier refuses the rose on the date. Their friendship ultimately gets in the way of their pursuit of love

Ross Colton would fail to receive a rose after a group date that involved an extensive hike in the wilderness

Tkachuk would continue to be an instigator for the season starting conflicts and pushing the buttons of other contenders. It would lead to Tom Wilson and Matt Martin not receiving roses but he would be the one not to receive a rose when a conflict with Lowry would arise. Lowry would receive the final rose that night, sending Tkachuk home. 

Chris Kreider would try to propose midseason and his eagerness and willingness to commit so early would be a red flag, he would not receive a rose at the following ceremony

After regret and complications, Ross Colton would be welcomed back onto the show as I would feel like failing to give him a rose was a mistake

With the welcoming back of Ross to the show, William Nylander would be sent home as a result

On a 1 on 1 date with Brady Skeji things would look to become more intimate than it actually was and viewers would be shocked when he would not receive a rose later than night

During what would be the rose ceremony that would bring it down to the final 4 it is revealed that it would be a final 5 with only 7 contenders remaining: Ross Colton, Anthony Cirelli, Adam Lowry, Andrei Svechnikov, Brayden Point, Jeremy Swayman and Vince Dunn

Viewers would be shocked when Anthony Cirelli would receive the final rose before the final four over Brayden Point who had been a front-runner for your heart since night one

The Final Five

Usually the final four, but would be changed last minute as I struggled to make the decision, it would be time to travel and meet the families of the final 5 contestants. 

Ross Colton - the trip would take me to New Jersey where I would meet his parents and his brother Rob. They would be welcoming, and kind, but it would be very clear how many worlds apart we are and it would plant some insecurities of just how well I would be able to fit into their lifestyle and expectations. 

Anthony Cirelli - back in Canada, I would meet his family, and very importantly Grandma Cirelli who is known for her tomato sauce. We would cook a meal together in their family kitchen - and she would approve of my cooking. 

Vince Dunn - A mere hour away from where we visited Tony’s family, I would meet Dunn’s. It’s a smaller city and feels familiar to what I’ve grown up in BUT everyone seems to know him there. It’s weird being there with a local celebrity because there is no just blending into a big city here. His family would be as kind and welcoming as the others, and I’d get to see more of his emotional side that we would have seen glimmer off throughout the season.

Adam Lowry - in Calgary we would meet his family, a very strong hockey family, with his dad having played and coached and his brother having played as well. It’s their lives, and will always be a part of it. We would see just how good he is with his nieces and nephews and go to see the mountains in Banff. 

Andrei Svechnikov - the final trip would take me to Russia where I would meet his parents, his brother and his brother’s family. It would be a breathtaking trip, one like any other seen on the show but it would be conflicting as his mother would show her concerns. I would not be what his mother imagined for her sweet boy, and her approval is very important to him. And the larger age gap would be revisited. 

After the trips, it would come to the rose ceremony that would bring the final 5 down to the final two. That night, Andrei would fail to receive a rose, the age gap and the pressure of his mother being too much. Ross, while an obvious favourite for the majority of the season would not receive a rose, the high maintenance feel of his family too much and too intimidating to commit to at that moment - and the goodbye is one not without tears. The viewers would be shocked again when Tony would receive the final rose, sending Lowry back to the off-season. His familiar pressure of their legacy all too much even though seeing him with his nephews would given me absolute baby fever. 

Then only two remained: Anthony Cirelli and Vince Dunn. 

The Final Rose

The final rose would be one of great controversy with lots of viewers seeming to think I was making a mistake moving forward with my final two. That I had greater chemistry with other players that I had sent walking and that whoever I chose would be a decision made in regret. But I was left to make the choice between the two final contenders. Anthony Cirelli. The sweet, respectable boy from Vaughn. Who maybe wasn’t as traditionally handsome as the other contestants - but I’m a sucker for those curls. Who loves Kygo and partying in Miami but will always value his family and their traditions above all else. 

And then there was Vince. The mildly problematic, handsome man - who also has those oh-so-dangerous curls and those bright eyes. He can be wild, but also sweet - and always so intense with emotions that you can see so clearly written across his face. A man who can enjoy the outdoors as much as a night at the club. 

And while Tony and Ross both very clearly have a piece of my heart I need a man who is going to be able to go out there and enjoy nature with me. Someone who won’t care that I don’t spend an hour in front of the mirror to do my hair and my makeup every day. Someone who will love my cooking, and isn’t afraid of his emotions or to have tough conversations. 

And for those reasons, I would have to give my final rose to… Vince. 

#celly answers

[buttercupjosh]

Happy National Boyfriend Day to all of my current favorite hockey boys🎉💜. Every year, I highlight my favorite band members (I used to post about this on insta but I stopped and ya girl has never had a boyfriend) on this day and since I’m a full time hockey clown, I’m going to highlight hockey players. (I know my chances of actually dating a hockey boy is extremely unlikely but it’s fun to talk about them). In no particular order, here’s a current list of hockey boys running around rent free in my head and this is subject to change at any moment:

-Tyson Jost (curly haired cutie who drinks respects women juice, is pro-BLM and is a Cup winner in my heart. I hope he succeeds in Minnesota)

-Cale Makar (Conn Smyth and Norris winning, Cup champion, fellow Scorpio, humble icon)

-Mikko Rantanen (my sweet Finnish Cup champion prince, fellow Scorpio)

-JT Compher (a ginger cutie who moved in during the Avs Cup run)

-Andre Burakovsky (2x time Cup winner, will be missed while he starts a new chapter in Seattle, will forever look cute with puppies and babies)

-Tyler Seguin (this cutie is the reason why I love hockey so much)

-Brock Boeser (Mr. Sensitive, Prince Charming. he’s been through a lot in life but still shows humbleness and I admire him so much for that)

-Elias Pettersson (fellow November Scorpio, long lost Sedin brother, streetwear king)

-Quinn Hughes (he moved back in after leaving for a while. I think napping together would be a vibe)

-Jason Dickinson (anti-racism cutie)

-Andrei Svechnikov (emotional support Russian)

-Teuvo Teräväinen (another Finn that I’ve become attached to)

-Sebastian Aho (another Finn that I’ve gravitated towards)

-Martin Necas (sugar boo) (if you know, you know)

-Brady Skjei (best known for an iconic SNL skit, fellow Harry Styles and Taylor Swift fan, sliver haired cutie)

-Nico Hischier (Swiss prince)

-Ryan Graves (I know it’s overused but vampire giraffe that reads anti-racism books)

-Joel Farabee (buzz buzz king who helps carry the Flyers on his back)

-Travis Konecny (radiates raccoon energy, has pretty eyes and is a married father)

-Roman Josi (I know he’s married and has children but he’s very attractive. My Swiss king, who has verbally supported the growth of women’s hockey and BLM)

-Phil Myers (I hope this giraffe will succeed in Tampa, my emotional support bottom pairing defenseman)

-Anthony Beauvillier (bark bark cutie with eyes that are so blue, you could drown in them)

-Mathieu Joseph (2 time Stanley Cup winner who’s Black, I wish him the best in Ottawa)

-Colton Parayko (gentle giant with a college degree and looks great in glasses)

-Jakob Chychrun (drinks anti-racism juice and his house is so nice)

-Pierre-Luc Dubois (a cute fridge who’s also a dog dad and is anti-trump)

-Jacob Markstrom (I know he’s going to be a father soon but this is my emotional support goalie and I miss him in Vancouver)

-Mitch Marner (I neglect him because of one of his teammates but he is a Directioner and dog dad so I’m here for him)

-Nolan Patrick (indie music king)

-Gritty (PURE CHAOS THAT I L*VE)

#hockey #tyson jost #cale makar #mikko rantanen #jt compher #andre burakovsky #tyler seguin #brock boeser #elias pettersson #quinn hughes #jason dickinson #andrei svechnikov #teuvo teravainen #sebastian aho #brady skjei #nico hischier #ryan graves #joel farabee #travis konecny #roman josi #philippe myers #anthony beauvillier #mathieu joseph #colton parayko #jakob chychrun #pierre luc dubois #jacob markstrom #mitch marner #nolan patrick #gritty

[butterflyintochains]

Vancouver Canucks Nicknames

Phillip DiGiuseppe -> Pizza, PhillyD, PDG

Mark Friedman -> Frieds

Tyler Myers -> TyMy, Chaos Giraffe, Big Tex

Filip Hronek -> Shotgun

Teddy Blueger -> Blue, Teddy Bear

Andrei Kuzmenko -> Kuzy, Sunshine (guess we're saying goodbye to him, huh?)

Ilya Mikheyev -> Mickey, Missile

Nikita Zadorov -> BigZ, Zaddy

Nils Hoglander -> Nilsy, Big Hog, Hogs

Elias Pettersson -> Alien, Petey, Pistol, Swedish Prince

Pius Suter -> Army Knife (as in Swiss Army Knife)

Brock Boeser -> Boes, Flow, Brockstar

Thatcher Demko -> Snatcher, Demon, Jedi

Casey DeSmith -> Smitty, DS

Conor Garland -> Garly, Pocket Rocket

Quinn Hughes -> Huggy, Big Q, Quintain, Cap

Dakota Joshua -> JoDak, Cheetah, DJ

Sam Lafferty -> Sammy, Laff

JT Miller -> Millsy, Team Dad

Vasily Podkolzin -> Vasy, Podz

Anthony Beauvillier -> Beauvi, Tito (he started the season with us, so he counts)

Elias Lindholm -> Beast, Lindy (apparently one of his middle names is Zebulon, which is pretty cool)

Carson Soucy -> Dr Souce, Sushi

Nils Aman -> N-Squared

Noah Juulsen -> Jewel

Arshdeep Bains -> Arshie, AB+,

Arturs Silovs -> Arty, Red Light.

Ian Cole

Tucker Poolman

#vancouver canucks