#tito beauviller fic

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Players I’ll write for

NHL

Mat Barzal

Jamie Drysdale

Andrei Svechnikov

Jack Hughes

Luke Hughes

Quinn Hughes

Nico Hischier

John Marino

Tito Beauviller

Trevor Zegras

F1

Lando Norris

Carlos Sainz

Charles Leclerc

Max Verstappen

Oscar Piastri

Logan Sargeant

You can also send in players/drivers you want to see

Also please be patient I’ve never written full fics so it might take me a bit

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To Love Is To Let Go [A.B.]

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How can the heart and mind find a balance when love and yearning are mixed up with distance and responsibilities?

A/N: I’m so excited for you guys to finally read this! Another conversation about Tito with @itrocksmysocks​ made us create this story and I ended up writing it, so I hope you’ll like it!

Word count: 12219

Warning: A tiny bit of smut

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“If you don’t go get that man I swear!” Adeline’s friend, Maya, exclaimed as she gave her shoulder a push.

They were out to celebrate together in Montreal because a month had now passed since Adaline moved there for her internship assisting a book editor, and it had to be memorable.

“Okay okay! I’m doing it!” The brunette adjusted her skirt, fixed a strand of her hair, and took a deep breath. “I’m going,” she said more for herself than anyone else.

            The man across the bar had finally gotten up from the table he was at with his friends to order a drink, and that was the perfect opportunity for Adeline to go up to him. She might not get another chance during the night, so with an extra push from her friend, she found herself walking over to where he was.

“Hi,” she greeted him shyly, making him turn his attention to her. Her voice felt a little weak and looking straight into his blue eyes was more destabilizing than she thought it would be.

“Hi,” he replied as he waited, his tone suggesting she had to continue quickly if she didn’t want to lose his attention.

“I, uh,” Adeline struggled before getting a hold of herself again. She wasn’t a fifteen years old high school girl admitting her crush to a boy, she was a confident woman in a bar, and she was going to act like one. “I saw you sitting with your friends earlier and I figured now was a good time to come ask if I could get you a drink.” She let the sentence out without a hitch, and a little sense of pride filled her until his lack of reaction made her deflate. “Or not, it’s fine if not.”

“No, no,” he reassured her as a smile spread on his face. “I mean, yeah, you can get me a drink, if I can get your name,”

“Adeline,” she told him without hesitation.

“Adeline,” he repeated before nodding. “That’s pretty, I’m Anthony, but most of my friends call me Tito.”

            With the introductions over, Adeline leaned against the bar beside him and the bartender came over to them. One drink soon turned into two, the alcohol was going down fast to erase the nervousness, but their conversation was flowing surprisingly easily. Nevertheless, three drinks were all it took for Adeline and Maya to be reunited in the bathroom.

“So?” She grilled her for the details while Adeline pressed her palms over her cheeks, trying to get herself to cool down.

“I really like him,” she admitted to Maya and shushed out her excitement immediately after. “But he could still be a weirdo, he’s too nice to be true.”

“Honey, he’s not a weirdo, he’s a professional hockey player,” Maya chuckled as she revealed everything she knew. “Why do you think he’s so hot?”

“How do you know?” A frown settled on the brunette’s face as she pieced everything together.

“He’s a NHL player, how do you not know?” Her friend countered and reached up to remove a small piece of fluff from her hair.

“Oh my god,” Adeline breathed out. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“It was sweet you didn’t know,” Maya shrugged. “Now go back out there and make him swoon.”

            When they returned, Anthony was sitting at a small table by himself, and she didn’t hesitate to join. Maya was friends with one of the bartenders there, so it wasn’t like she minded being left alone.

“I figured it’d be more comfortable,” he explained as she took a seat. “Especially if we keep on going at that pace,”

“You figured right,” Adeline, put her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her hand. “My friend told me something interesting about you,”

“Should I start worrying?” He exhaled a nervous chuckle, but she shook her head almost imperceptibly.

“You play hockey?” She looked into his eyes to gauge his reaction. Maybe the alcohol was hindering her perceptiveness, but if she was right it looked like the question made him sad.

“Ah,” Tito’s nervousness settled but a sense of disappointment replaced it. “I kinda suspected you knew already,”

“I had no clue until five minutes ago, figured it was only fair to tell you,” Adeline told him the truth because she knew instantly that the kind of attention he got from being a professional athlete wasn’t necessarily the kind of attention he wanted. “Was it better when I didn’t know?”

“Yes and no,” he replied honestly. “Yes, because it meant you just liked me and not for shitty reasons. No because I wasn’t going to hide it anyway, and you didn’t know for the past hour, so I feel like we’re good,”

“Good,” she smiled. “Feel like having another drink?”

            Tito wasn’t one to turn the offer down, and the two spilled things to each other that they would have never considered sharing with a stranger before. It was freeing to talk without boundaries, to be able to say anything on any subject and listen to someone else’s perspective of the world. Adeline thought he was interesting for someone so different. He was down to earth and witty, constantly making her laugh with the dumbest jokes, and maybe it was because she was drunk, but deep down she knew the butterflies and giddiness she felt weren’t from the alcohol.

“You’re so damn adorable,” Tito blurted out in the middle of one of her sentences, and silence fell onto their conversation.

            Adeline stared at him while a smile spread on her face, but the cuteness of the moment was cut off by both of them bursting out laughing for no apparent reason. It was a fit of uncontrolled giggles at first, followed by an outburst of deep laughs that they thought would never stop.

“We’re so fucking drunk,” Adeline managed to squeak out through shakes of her chest.

“Yeah, you might wanna let go of this,” Tito reached to gently push her drink a few inches away from her hand, but his inhibitions were low and he underestimated his strength, sending the glass sliding all the way to the edge of the table.

            Their eyes widened in shock when it stopped just before falling to the floor, and with that another fit of unstoppable laughter began.

            It was something neither of them ever experienced that strongly, that connection with a stranger that made them feel like they had known each other their own lives. In the middle of their busy, messy lives, they had found a bubble of happiness and oxygen within each other.

            It took several minutes for them to calm down, and when a relatively normal conversation resumed, Maya walked over to them to ask if she should leave on her own or wait for Adeline. Time had flown by and it was past one in the morning already.

“Five minutes?” The brunette barely looked away from Tito, and Maya took the hint.

“Well, before you go,” He waited until she had walked away to continue. “Can I ask for your number or do you have to be the one taking all the first steps?”

“You can have my number.”

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            Getting into the uber with Maya was a blur, all that Adeline knew was that she was feeling like a kid on Christmas eve after her night with Tito. She wasn’t drunk enough that she couldn’t make a sentence or walk, but definitely drunk enough to zone out and say everything on her mind no matter how stupid or embarrassing.

“Oh my god, he’s already texting?” Maya took the phone from her inebriated friend’s hands after it buzzed multiple times. “Damn,” she looked over the few messages they had started to exchange.

            Adaline didn’t respond, only giggling drunkenly before getting her phone back and focusing on the screen to type another reply. Everything was a little bit blurry, especially in the moving car, but once it stopped in front of her building she sobered up a little.

“Drink some water before bed, yeah?” Her friend told her as she opened the door.

“Yep! Text when you’re home!” Adeline gave her friend a loud kiss on the cheek before getting out and somehow walking to the door without stumbling.

T: Fries would be sooooo good right now

            The text came just as she kicked her shoes off while the door fell shut behind her. She groaned out loud at the idea, heading to her bedroom with her phone in hand.

A: Don’t talk to me about food I’m starving now

T: Make food?

A: I can barely hold my phone

            Adeline struggled to take her clothes off and sighed in relief once she was finally naked.

T: What if I come over with fries?

A: Omg you would?

T: Address?

“Well shit,” she laughed to herself as she grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants, pairing them with a comfy t-shirt because she was too drunk and tired to put in an effort with sexy pajamas. She was pretty sure sex wasn’t an option for tonight anyway, they were both too drunk, it wouldn’t get anywhere.

            Adeline sat on her living room floor to stay awake as she waited, her head lolling from side to side as she scrolled through social media, laughing and snorting out loud in ways she’d never do sober. It only took ten minutes for Tito to text he was there, and she jumped back up with renewed energy at the idea of food.

“My savior!” She exclaimed as she opened the door for him and saw the paper bag in his hands.

“Shh, your neighbors!” Tito laughed at her, letting himself in and giving her the bag before following her to the living room.

“Fuck Tito,” Adeline took in the smell of the fries as she opened one of the boxes and handed it to him. “I owe you big time,”

“They’re just fries,” he sat on the carpet with her. “But I’d take some ketchup,”

“Oh, yeah!” She crawled over to the fridge that was easily accessible since she had an open kitchen. The apartment wasn’t huge, but since the kitchen and living room were merged the living space was big enough.

“Mph,” Tito groaned as he stuffed fries in his mouth. “Best decision ever,”

“And does this look like a good decision?” She said to catch his attention, a bottle of tequila in hand.

“It looks like a terrible decision and I’m so down for it.”

            Adeline sat on the floor with him, food, condiment, and bottle of tequila all within reach. She took the first gulp, big enough that it was worth more than a shot, and Tito followed her lead.

            The rest of the night was erased from both of their memories.

            When she woke up, Adeline felt her body ache in ways it rarely had before. She was still on the floor and there was a bad taste in her mouth as she opened her eyes. The paper bag that Tito brought over was on the floor along with two empty boxes that once held the fries. Tito himself was on the floor too, and his position looked more than uncomfortable, but his mouth was slightly parted, and his chest was rising and falling at a steady rhythm.

“Hey,” Adeline rasped out, nudging him with her foot. “You alive?” She asked as he stirred awake.

            An unconvinced grunt reached her in response, and Tito brought his hands up to rub his face.

“Time?” He groaned, counting on her to have her eyes open.

“Eleven,” she pushed herself up and grabbed the counter while a wave of nausea washed over her. “Advil?”

“Fuck yes,”

            Tito managed to get up too and downed two glasses of water with the pills Adeline handed him. They were both silent as they sat on the couch and took some time to really wake up. The apartment was on a low floor, and for the first time since she moved in, Adeline was glad for the lack of light that came from outside.

“I’m gonna make pancakes.” She eventually said, deciding breakfast was the only way her stomach would settle.

“Oh, so you’re going to beat me to every nice gesture?” Tito teased although he was glad he was about to eat. She gave him a look and he only smiled, leaning back more comfortably on the couch. “Jokes aside, this was the best night I’ve had in forever.”

“Me too,” Adeline hummed, already pouring milk into the rest of her ingredients and stirring. She cooked breakfast so often she could make pancakes with her eyes closed. “It was a lot more fun than any stupid party I’ve gone to lately,”

            The conversation shifted to small talk after that, something to keep themselves busy as they got lost in thoughts. There was some unspoken communication going on, they obviously had chemistry, but they had only known each other for one night and they were already being so domestic it was scary for both of them.

It was clear they could build something together if they gave it a try, but Tito didn’t live in Montreal, and why the hell was Adeline even thinking so far ahead already? She tried her best to focus on cooking to get all of the ideas out of her head and stacked the pancakes in plates before bringing them over to the table.

“I want to eat these every morning for the rest of my life,” Tito almost moaned when he took the first bite of his food.

            Adeline always kept maple syrup around, and this morning she even had some chocolate spread and strawberries left from this week’s grocery shopping. It made for an amazing breakfast.

“Thanks, I cook a lot,” she explained as she dug into her own food. “The cleaning up is the not fun part.”

“I hate dishes,” Tito nodded his agreement.

“A nice guest would offer to do them after I just cooked,” she pointed out to see what’d he’d say, and he put on his best angel face.

“Mmh, but a nice host would politely refuse that kind of offer,” he tried to serve his half ass excuse with a smile.

“Do you want more pancakes, or do you want to get kicked out?” Adeline gave him a murderous look in response, and Tito forgot to chew as he swallowed his next bite.

“Pancakes, definitely the pancakes. Promise I’ll do the dishes.”

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            When the Sunday ended, Tito went home and Adeline spent hours in a bath trying to set her mind straight. She liked him a lot, there was no denying that, but would they ever be able to make anything work? He was an amazing person and they had a great night together, but it didn’t mean he’d let himself fall for her too, especially since he lived in New York most of the time.

            A sigh fell from her lips in the steam-filled bathroom, and she let her body slide down for her head to be submerged. The world turned silent and dark for a few seconds, it helped her empty her mind of all thoughts. When she pushed herself up with her feet and oxygen filled her lungs again, Adeline felt a little better.

            Little did she know that Tito was dealing with the same dilemma in his own shower. He had tried to work out to sweat the hangover off, but seeing that the twenty minutes of running only worsened his headache, he didn’t take it further than that. It wasn’t really the hangover that was bothering him, it was the feelings he was catching for a woman he had known for less than twenty-four hours.

            Was that what love at first sight was supposed to be like? Sure, it wasn’t exactly at first sight, Tito had only felt a connection with her the second she opened her mouth, not the second he saw her, but what even was the difference at this point? How could he even think of the word love? It was a crush at first sight at best.

            No matter what they told themselves, Tito and Adeline couldn’t stop thinking about each other. Their constant texting the following days didn’t help either. The conversation was never boring enough to die, and when one of them fell asleep they picked up where they left off as soon as they were up in the morning. Sometimes, Adeline found herself giggling out loud because he reminded her of something he just remembered they laughed about when drinking tequila on her living room floor.

            It was Wednesday when Adeline found herself in her bed wishing she could talk to him like they did a few nights prior. There weren’t many boundaries with Tito, they were obviously flirting and open about it, so she didn’t hesitate to tell him she missed seeing him. His name flashed on her screen a second later with a cute picture of his drunk face she didn’t remember taking Saturday night. He was smiling like an idiot, obviously still half laughing, and his blue eyes were sparkling with joy. Adeline hadn’t seen it, but she knew he had one of her too.

“Hello,” she said a little shyly when she saw her face on the screen. She looked like a bit of a mess.

“Hi beautiful,” Tito grinned from his bed, his short hair somehow messed up from the pillow.

“Shut up,” Adeline covered her face with her hand, but he only laughed on the other hand of the line.

“You know, it’s not fair if you get to see me and I don’t,” he reminded her to make her drop her hand. “I missed seeing you too.”

“Mmh, so when are we having a repeat of Saturday night?” She asked him because he had vaguely mentioned making plans during the day.

“Never,” he rolled his eyes. “That headache was killing me. We could do something else, maybe dinner?”

“Are you asking me out on a date, Beauvillier?” Adeline teased, hiding the way her heart jumped in her chest.

“Yeah, how do you feel about it?” His smile was as big as hers when he replied, confident she’d say yes based on the look on her face.

“I feel like I’m free tomorrow night and I’d love to go out.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven?” Tito thought of a restaurant to bring her to immediately, and he made a mental note to call for a reservation in the morning.

“It’s a date.”

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            Hugging Tito when he came to pick her up felt natural to Adeline. Butterflies erupted in her stomach the second he knocked, and her heart was ready to beat out of her chest when his arms closed around her.

“Hi you,” he kissed her cheek and she just about melted against him.

“Hi,” Adeline greeted him and let go before she made things awkward. “You look nice.” She complimented as she took notice of the navy shirt he was wearing. It matched the blouse she wore tucked in her tweed skirt. August wasn’t too cold in Montreal and she knew she’d be okay with tights.

“Thank you,” he smiled. “You look great too, I like your hair like that.” Tito had to stop himself from reaching up and touching it “Are you ready to go?”

            Adeline murmured a quick thanks and nodded while her cheeks burned. She wasn’t easily intimidated but something about the prospect of a date with Tito was making her nervous. What if they didn’t click now that they were sober and seeing each other in person?

“Hey, everything okay?” Tito asked once they were both sitting in his car and Adeline still hadn’t said a word.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m just…” She coughed a little to clear her throat and he finished the sentence for her.

“Nervous?”

“Kind of.”

“Me too,” he admitted and glanced at her for a second, keeping his main focus on the road. “That night was great, I just want everything to live up to those expectations now,”

“I feel the same,” Adeline told him, her nerves settling now that she knew he could relate. “But if we can get along when we’re drunk and stupid we can handle a first date, right?”

“Right, as long as you don’t make me sleep on your living room floor tonight, we’re good,” Tito joked, he could still feel the ache in his back.

“First of all, you passed out on said floor, I didn’t make you. Second, bold of you to assume you’re getting invited in again.” She laughed at him. Thoughts of how the night would end had filled her mind all day long despite all the work she had to get done, but none of the scenarios involved him sleeping at her place yet. It wasn’t that she didn’t want it, but it was far too early for something like that. She didn’t want to risk ruining whatever was between them by rushing in.

“What if I bring fries?” He pushed his luck, but it was all playful, and Adeline shook her head again.

“Nice try, but you’re feeding me before we get home this time,”

“Mmh, I’m sure I’ll figure something out.” He rested his hand on her knee, and she moved a little closer to him until the end of the drive.

            Tito didn’t get invited in that night, and he was okay with it. He would have been okay with anything after the way she kissed him in front of her door. Maybe it was stupid, but he’d never gotten a kiss like that after a date that didn’t end up leading to something more too fast. There was something more between him and Adeline, and this was easily the best kiss of his life.

“Is that too soon?” She had hesitated, her hand on his cheeks and lips less than an inch away from his.

“No,” Tito replied, anything else he might have wanted to say cut off by her kiss. His body melted against hers, his hand pulling her waist closer as they moved their lips slowly, exchanging a passionate yet sweet kiss.

            He replayed the moment in his mind the whole ride home, grinning stupidly and humming along to songs on the radio with renewed cheerfulness. For a while he thought they’d keep kissing in front of her door forever, but noise from a door slamming upstairs reminded them they were still in a corridor. With a few nervous chuckles and one last kiss, Tito had left, and now nothing could ruin his good mood.

            That date was followed by another the next week, and another a few days later, until they were so attached to each other they spent every free second they had together. Tito sometimes showed up to her place in the morning with coffee and a bagel from her favorite café so that he could drive her to work. When it was time for her lunch break he’d pick her up and they’d eat out somewhere.

            Since it was the off season he didn’t have many obligations, and while Adeline insisted he didn’t have to drive her everywhere, Tito just really wanted to. He usually spent the morning in the gym to stay in shape, and he used the afternoon to see some friends and his family. Every other moment was reserved for Adeline only.

            Her internship kept her busy outside of working hours too, but she always managed to make him fit in her schedule and doubled her efforts on some nights to be free during others. It was tough but Adeline’s motivation had never been higher, there was so much happiness in her life that no task seemed too big to accomplish.

            Before meeting him, she’d spend all her free time outside or writing poems, which Tito often said she should still do without him. He didn’t want to take away from her personal space and habits, but she simply shook her head and shut him up with a kiss every time. She had never been more inspired than she was when he was around, and her poems gained in quality and length even with less time spent working on them. They weren’t the work of her brain, but of her heart.

“You got me flowers?” Adeline beamed one evening when he picked her up and she spotted the bouquet in the car.

“I should have hidden it in the back,” Tito sighed at the ruined surprise. “But yeah, I haven’t done that for you before. Do you like them?”

“I love pink gerberas,” she leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”

            The rest of the drive was quiet, and when they reached her apartment, Tito got to come inside with her for the first time since they were drunk together. Adeline placed the flowers in a vase at the center of her dinner table and smiled to herself. They matched her coasters; it was her favorite color when it came to flowers. It was only a lucky guess, but Tito really had a way to make her swoon with every little gesture.

“It’s not very big, but let me show you around properly this time,” Adeline had cleaned the previous day and made sure to make her bed in the morning so that she could show him.

            They spent the end of the day together, Adeline cooking for both of them and Tito doing dishes as she cooked to help out. It was nice and comfortable, but they were both more than happy when they could finally crash on the couch together.

“Wanna watch something?” She asked, cuddled against his chest. She could have stayed like that forever, just listening to his heartbeat, but she didn’t want him to get bored.

“Mmh, what are you thinking?” Tito rested a hand in the middle of her back, relaxing into her warmth and the soft comforting smell of her place.

“You pick,” Adeline turned the TV on, picked Netflix and handed him the remote so that he could scroll through what was available.

“TV show or movie?” He took note of the things she was currently watching as he scrolled down, and she shrugged against him.

“Movie?” She decided randomly. Her only thought was that she didn’t want him to leave after just one episode of a TV show.

            It was clear they were attracted to each other, but everything had been so perfect in their relationship so far that neither pushed for dates to end with more than a kiss. Adeline’s work was a lot to handle on some days, and she was exhausted on most nights, so Tito never felt like insisting he should come in, even just to spend the night cuddling. He knew he’d keep her up forever because they could rarely stop talking once they started.

            He picked a movie that looked half decent with her approval, oblivious to the fact that neither of them was planning on watching it anyway. Adeline only wanted to enjoy the feeling of being in his arms like that, and he couldn’t care less about anything in the world as long as he could feel her against him.

“You ever think of how crazy it is that we started getting along so well so fast?” She eventually whispered, wondering if he was one to talk during movies or if he liked watching them without interruption.

            The usual answer would have been without interruption, but Tito was much more interested in Adeline than in the movie that night.

“I do, yeah,” he rubbed motions with his thumb on her back. “And it just makes me glad I found you,”

“I feel good around you,” Adeline lifted her head so that she could look at him for a second, she was met with a soft smile, followed by an even softer kiss.

“Should we…” He panted as she kissed back with a little more purpose. “Should we maybe ditch the movie?” Her lips moved to his cheek and down his jaw, making him bite back a groan until she was leaving kisses on his neck and he couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Yes,” she didn’t hesitate in her answer, lifting herself off him.

            Tito got up after her and pulled her back to him for a passionate kiss, both of them stumbling as she tried to step back towards her bedroom. They chuckled against each other before parting long enough to make it there, and the heaviness of the moment settled on them when they finally sat on the bed.

            Adeline got a condom out of her bedside drawer and placed it on the bed so that they wouldn’t have to worry about it later, and as soon as that was done Tito’s lips were back on hers. Feeling him close to her helped her relax, so she followed his guiding hands until she was straddling him and sitting back on his thighs.

            There was no rush to their movements, they made out slowly and let their hands wander to begin exploring each other, over their clothes at first, and then slipping underneath the fabrics. Their shirts were first to go, and the sight of their bodies like that was enough for them both to need a moment to just breathe. When their lips joined and they found themselves chest to chest again, the desire and heat of the kiss grew stronger.

            Tito’s hands were on her waist, caressing softly before trailing up her back and finding the clasp of her bra. He murmured a question between kisses, and the breathy yes he got in response encouraged him to undo the clasp and remove the material from her body.

            His touches were gentle, pulling quiet gasps out of her as soon as he left her lips to kiss over her neck, looking for the tender spots that made her hips roll so close to his. Adeline’s hands were on his chest, discovering every muscle and the way they clenched when he moved to gently push her back on the mattress. She resisted the urge to hide herself from him, and Tito was nothing but loving as he found the spots that made her breathing hitch with the tips of his fingers.

            Her jeans were next to go, her underwear following a second after while she tugged at Tito’s clothes to get him to remove them too. She used the opportunity to get him on his back and kissed her way down his chest, earning a quiet moan that turned her on so much she almost moaned back just from the noise.

“Baby,” Tito breathed out when her lips pressed over the bulge in his boxers. “Not tonight, please,” his chest was rising and falling faster.

“Okay,” she listened and lifted her head to kiss his stomach again instead, but he could still see the silent question in her eyes.

“You’re going to kill me if you do this right now.” He explained as he reversed the position, adjusting her until she was comfortably resting on a pillow.

“That’s why it’s so fun,” Adeline grinned, and he laughed before their lips met again.

            The kiss was a little messier because of how hard it was for them to stop smiling, but everything intensified when Tito’s fingers found a spot high up on her inner thigh that made her whimper into his mouth.

“That okay?” He whispered close to her ear, kissing the spot just underneath it as she gasped her affirmation.

            He didn’t waste another second before slowly sliding two of his fingers against her and rubbing gentle circles over her clit. Adeline clutched his back in response, moaning softly and moving her hips up for more contact. She was overwhelmed by everything about him, from the light scratch of his beard against her skin when he nibbled at her jaw, the warmth of his almost-naked body close to hers, to the incredible feeling of his fingers rubbing against her perfectly.

            Tito held back moans that threatened to come out just from feeling her dripping for him. He kissed her deeply as he slowly slid his fingers further down and inside of her, his thumb replacing them over her clit. The noises she made into his mouth made him roll his hips against the mattress for some relief, and his chest swelled with pride every time he felt her body react to his touch.

            There had been so much anticipation between them, such a long build up and so many kisses that lingered as they both ached for more, that it didn’t take long for Adeline to feel herself get close to the edge. She clutched Tito’s back harder, holding onto him for dear life as she tried to keep her legs still to let him keep going.

            Her moans and gasps sped up when he let go of her lips and opted for kissing her neck instead to let her breathe, and it all encouraged him to pick up his pace, curling his fingers into her sweet spot until he could feel her body trembling. Adeline’s jaw dropped as she came, her legs closing over Tito’s hand, but it didn’t stop him from moving his fingers slowly to ride her through it.

            He was slow to pull his hand away when her body finally relaxed again, peppering kisses over her face. She wanted to bask in the feeling forever, but the second Tito pulled away from her to shuffle his boxers off, a new kind of hunger overtook her. She didn’t give him time to come back on top of her, pushing herself up and straddling him again instead.

            Tito made quick work of the condom before her lips could latch back onto his and they found themselves chest to chest with no barrier between them. Adeline’s legs wrapped around his waist as he grabbed her ass to pull her to him. They stared into each other’s eyes, resting their foreheads together and sometimes letting their noses brush before Tito reached between their bodies and finally placed his tip at her entrance.

            He didn’t break eye contact for a second as he filled her slowly, tightening his grip around her until they were as close as they could get to each other. The kiss they shared let them swallow each other’s moans and groans as they began rocking together, barely pulling away from each other before making their bodies meet again.

            The temperature rose fast in the room, and a thin layer of sweat covered their skin as they clung to each other. Adeline had never felt this close to someone before, and she had to bury her face in his neck to escape the overwhelming intensity of her feelings when she looked into his eyes.

            Tito pulled her even closer at that, grinding against her and softly moaning every time she clenched around him. He was right on the edge, trying to hold back to get her to come one last time, but everything about her felt like heaven to him. His lips found her shoulder, leaving a few kisses there as he felt himself lose control, his thighs clenching hard while his teeth lightly dug into her skin.

            His pleasured groan got Adeline to fall apart right after him, her body tightening beautifully in his arms as the noises leaving her lips echoed his. They breathed heavily against each other, remaining still for a few minutes and just letting themselves enjoy the afterglow close together.

            Tito pulled away first, carefully letting her down on the bed and kissing her one last time before heading to her bathroom to dispose of the condom. She took a turn in there to clean up right after him, and as soon as she was back in bed, she cuddled close to his chest again.

“Was that okay?” He kissed the top of her head, and her chest shook with a chuckle.

“That wasn’t okay,” Adeline shuffled up so that they could be face to face. “It was amazing,”

“Yeah?” He beamed and she nodded, angling her head to ask for another kiss.

            Tito gave in easily, humming against her lips while she guided him onto his back and rested her forearms on his torso to look at him.

“I’m falling in love with you,” she breathed out without hesitation, looking straight into his eyes and watching them widen as soon as he processed the words.

“I’m falling in love with you too,” he managed to answer even with the breath knocked out of his lungs. “I’m falling so hard.”

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            Their honeymoon phase lasted as long as Tito’s time in Montreal did.

She even met his parents one weekend, and a few of his friends through the weeks. It was all too perfect until his last week before having to get back to New York came along.

“What’s going to happen when you’re in New York?” Adeline addressed it as they walked in a park together on his last Monday in Montreal, her hand in his. It was late and a little cold, but the darkness was calm.

“I’m not sure,” Tito swallowed heavily, looking straight ahead because there was no good solution. “I just… I want whatever’s best for you,”

“You’re what’s best for me, I don’t want to lose you.” Her hand slipped from his as they stopped walking and turned to face each other.

            Adeline searched his eyes for an answer, but her fears kept growing with every passing moment. The feelings she had for Tito were unlike anything she ever experienced before, and she was terrified of seeing their relationship end. It was the last thing she could ever want, but he had to make the best decision for his career.

“Then I’m yours,” he reached out and grasped both of her hands in his, bringing them up to kiss her knuckles. “I know not everyone can handle long distance but… but we can’t know until we try, right?”

“Right,” she exhaled her relief and squeezed his hands tighter.

“And New York isn’t the other side of the world, we can see each other on weekends,” Tito continued, trying to work things out in his head and reassure her as well as he could.

“Weekends work,” Adeline nodded, biting back a wave of tears, but her eyes watered anyway.

“Baby, please don’t,” he cupped her face with both hands and ran his thumbs over her cheeks while she wrapped her arms around him. “I know work will make it hard for you to travel, but I’ll come up as often as I can, okay?”

“Yeah,” she hid her face into his chest and took a deep breath to calm down. Nothing soothed her better than being close to him.

“We’ll make it work. I promise.” He rocked her gently from side to side in his arms. “I love you too much to ever let you go.”

“I really- I didn’t think it was possible for me to fall in love like that.” Adeline kissed over his heart, making him tighten his arms around her.

“Me neither, and I know it won’t be easy every day, but it’s all going to be worth it, yeah?” Tito tilted her face up so that their noses brushed.

“Loving you makes it all worth it.” She whispered, closing her eyes and falling for him harder with every press of his lips against hers.

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            The first month was easy.

They had just spent so much time together that it didn’t feel like the distance would ever be an issue, Tito came up to Montreal for three days, and despite all her work Adeline managed to visit one weekend too.

            Sweet attentions helped them push through too, Adeline sent him letters with handwritten poems in them, things he inspired and she thought were worth sharing. Tito sent her flowers and so many loving good morning texts that there was no way she’d ever wake up and start her day without feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.

            Their time together was a little hectic, a mix of dates to spend quality time together and just staying in bed without letting go of each other unless it was for a few hours of sleep in between. The rhythm was tiring, no matter how close New York and Montreal were, travelling was exhausting. It meant waking up early to go to the airport and have enough time to get through security, and it also meant getting home late at the end of the trip with an early morning start right after.

            Still, they were in love and they made it work.

When Christmas came around they felt like they were pros at handling their relationship. Adeline took days off to come spend time in New York so that she could see more of Tito’s world and finally meet Mat, and he came back to Canada for Christmas with his family.

            They didn’t spend the holidays together per say, but they saw each other so often that it felt like they did anyway. Every important moment was spent together, Adeline came over to his house on Christmas morning to open gifts and have lunch with his parents, and Tito spent New Year’s Eve at a party her friends organized. They got to exchange a sickeningly sweet kiss just as the year started and whispered their promise to love each other forever.

            When hockey became a priority again and Tito had to leave, everything felt bittersweet. The moments they had together felt like they were stolen, something they had to work for because nothing fit in their lives unless they forced it to. There was never a weekend when they could both be free unless Adeline managed to figure out a way to get a break from work, and even when she had things to do, Tito still flew up to see her during the moments she had to spare over two days. His games were getting more important, and the team was already dealing with injuries, so he was having a hard time handling everything without letting anyone down.

            Their relationship was strong, but when March rolled around neither of them was truly happy.

“You’re exhausted,” Adeline pointed out something she had been noticing more and more every time he visited. Now, the dark circles under his eyes were visible even through the shitty quality of their call.

“I’m alright,” Tito lied again to stop her from worrying and gave her a weak smile. “You think you’ll be free next weekend?”

“There’s no way you’re travelling again next weekend,” she shook her head, refusing to ask him to put so much effort in again when he clearly needed the rest.

“Well can you come down?” He broke it down to what he thought was simple. If she could move, she’d come visit him. If she couldn’t, he’d come visit her.

“No, I’m stuck this month, I told you,” Adeline sighed and rubbed a hand over her face. Her internship was getting closer to its end and the prospect of a job was real, so she was being drowned in extra work so that she could prove she deserved to stay. As much as she wanted to see Tito to be able to relax in his arms, she knew his training was even more intense than what she had to do.

“Then I’m coming to you,” he insisted again, so Adeline sharpened her tone.

“The hell you are.” She gave him the glare he had received many times before. It was the one that told him ‘I love you but you’re being an idiot,’ and if things were normal, Tito would have laughed and agreed with whatever she wanted.

“So you don’t want to see me now?” He got offended instead, unable to understand why she wouldn’t want him to come. He was doing everything he could to make things work, no matter what.

“Not in that state!” She shot back, feeling tears brimming in her eyes. She was calmer as she spoke her next words. “Tito please, just get some rest… I miss you like hell all the time, but this… it’s not worth it. I’d rather see you a little less and in better shape, okay? We can facetime every night this week or something to make up for it if you want,”

“It’s not the same as holding you,” Tito’s emotions settled too, as defeated as he felt, she was right.

“I know champ, but you’ve got to take care of yourself. Get some rest, okay?”

She made him promise he’d slow down, but Tito didn’t last long. He figured that if he trained extra hard by going to the gym earlier and spent more time on the ice then he’d deserve to spend his days off with her.

Everything was going in the opposite direction of what she asked, but he couldn’t let himself rest if it meant he wouldn’t see her.

“Wake the fuck up!” Anders slammed into him on the ice and sent him stumbling a few feet away. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” Tito gritted his teeth, anger clear in his features.

            The captain muttered something under his breath as he skated away, hoping this would be enough to get him to concentrate until the end of the practice at least. It was the third time in a row he missed a pass to Mat, something that almost never happened. The two best friends had chemistry even on the ice, they worked well together, but Anthony was fucking everything up lately and the team wouldn’t take it for much longer.

“Alright,” Anders stood in front of him in the locker room once everyone else was gone and crossed his arms over his chest. “What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing,”

“Beau,” His captain gave him a look. “You’re a good player, but you haven’t played right in two weeks at practice. Thank fuck you’re still alright when we have games, but how long is that gonna last, uh?”

“I’m not going to let the team down.” Anthony promised, and the other man sighed.

“I know you don’t want to, so get your shit together. It’d be a waste to have you sitting on a bench during every game, especially because of some girl,” Anders made his point and watched him get offended, his voice rising as he spoke again.

“Adeline is-”

“I don’t care what Adeline is.” Anders snapped to cut him off. “Adeline is not here, and she’s not worth ruining a career over. If you don’t start showing some proper skills you won’t be playing next time there’s an important game. I need to know I can count on you to be part of the team.”

“You can count on me.” Tito’s jaw was clenched, he was angry, but now was not a good time to lash out. He knew the threat was real, and Anders was probably doing him a favor having this talk with him now rather than letting him get ripped apart by coaches.

“Then start by getting some sleep. You look like shit.” His captain concluded, dropping his arms by his side and walking out of the room, leaving Anthony alone with his thoughts.

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            Tito tried his best to fix himself over the next week. He got a smile from Anders when things finally went right at practice, and everyone on the team felt relief when they realized they were getting their player back. Everyone thought things were fine except Mat.

            He could see past the fake smiles; he could see the hurt in his friend’s eyes when he came to hang out with the team on Saturday nights instead of flying to Montreal to be with the woman he so desperately loved. It wasn’t healthy.

            Even when Mat tried to start a conversation he got shut out, Tito wasn’t sharing much with anyone anymore. He was the shell of the player and friend he used to be, so lost in his love for Adeline that he didn’t even realize he was forgetting parts of himself.

“Adeline?” Mat eventually ended up on the phone with her, half of his brain screaming this was the stupidest thing to do and the other half saying it was the only solution. He didn’t want to get in his best friend’s business, but he at least needed to know what was going on on her end.

“Yeah, what’s up Mat?” She took a break from the chapter of the novel she was editing and pushed her chair away from her desk.

“I’m just- I’m sorry I’m calling, I know it’s fucked, but Tito isn’t talking to me and I’m wondering if you’ve heard a lot from him the past few days?”

“Yeah, he’s always texting or calling. Did you guys have a fight or something?” Adeline frowned. Not talking to Mat wasn’t normal, ever since she met Tito she’d been hearing all about his best friend and how well they got along. She also would have expected Tito to mention it to her if something happened.

“No, I mean, yeah. Sort of. He’s been playing like shit at practice, so Anders tried to knock some sense into him, and not very kindly,” Mat explained with a sigh, which only made her worry more.

“Oh. What does that have to do with you?” She asked so that she could finally connect the dots, and the response she got was not what she had expected.

“Well Anders said something about how he shouldn’t let some girl fuck up a whole career, and, uh, it was a shitty thing to say, so I tried to put it more nicely, and he didn’t like it.”

“Right,” she looked down at her lap and fiddled with the hem of her skirt. Was that how the team felt about her? Like she was some girl messing with one of their best players? And if so, wasn’t it her responsibility to make sure she didn’t interfere with his career?

“You’re not fucking up anything, it’s not what I meant,” he quickly caught himself. “But Tito’s just… he’s not himself lately. He’s pretending he’s okay but the travelling back and forth is seriously getting to him, he’s not sleeping, he’s just a mess. It’s bad for the team, and he’s my best friend, I’m worried about him,” Mat was quiet as he spoke the end of his sentence, and she was glad he couldn’t see her.

“I just… I’m not sure what I can do about that Mat,” Adeline felt the tears brimming in her eyes, because she knew.

There was only one way to fix this, and she had been avoiding it for weeks already. The day Tito left Montreal they promised each other they’d do anything to make things work, that they’d never stop trying, but was this promise more important than his health?

“Can you try to talk to him, please? Just make him rest for one weekend,” Mat brought her back to earth as he asked, as if that was all Anthony needed. It would be a start, but it was far from enough. He was already staying in New York most of the time, and it was barely helping.

“I keep telling him to stay home,” she reminded him while pressing her palms over her eyes.

“So he’s not listening to you either?” Mat’s heart deflated at that. He knew his best friend was stubborn, but he didn’t think he’d turn away every attempt you all made to get him to take care of himself.

“No… I’d come if I could, but work doesn’t really allow it right now. I’ll try to get him to stay in New York for the next two weeks, hopefully I’ll get somewhere by talking to him,” Adeline promised herself to make more efforts, to give it one more try in case that was all they needed to make things work again.

“Okay,” he fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt, hoping that by the end of those two weeks things would look a bit better.

“Are you thinking of anything else?” She prompted him after he turned quiet, and Mat sighed.

“No, you’re… you were really good for him at the start, you know?” He delved into the part he probably shouldn’t be saying out loud, but he needed her to understand how bad things were. “It made him so happy, and I know you guys are still happy together, but with the way things are right now, he’s messing himself up. Badly. It’s not your fault, I just hope you guys can find a balance that works for you both again.”

“I’ll figure it out, have a nice day Mat,” Adeline put an end to the conversation, and he rubbed his hand over his face as he sighed.

“Yeah, you too.”

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            When Tito called her less than twenty minutes later, he couldn’t understand why she didn’t want to talk. Adeline declined his call after the second ring and told him she’d call later even though they had planned on talking to each other at that time. Her lack of texts and explanations made him overthink everything, so when Mat and a few other guys showed up to his place an hour later, he wasn’t in the mood to hang out anymore.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” Mat told him when he expressed his concern. “Just have a beer and chill out,”

“You can’t be sure she’s fine,” Tito argued as he grabbed the beer and took three long gulps.

“I talked to her for a bit today, so she’s fine. She’ll probably call you tomorrow, yeah?” Mat let the information slip because he figured it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. Adeline was bound to tell him at some point anyway.

“You talked to her?” Tito frowned, the information not sitting well with him. Mat barely knew Adeline; they hadn’t gotten many chances to hang out because Tito always hogged her attention whenever she was around.

“Uh, yeah,” Mat was suddenly more than uncomfortable. He didn’t want to lie to his friend, but with the way he was reacting he felt like he would have been much better off keeping his mouth shut.

“And now she’s not picking up my calls.” Anthony grew suspicious, and the look on Mat’s face didn’t reassure him in the least. “What the fuck did you say to her?”

“I just told her I’m worried about you, you’re not yourself lately.” He admitted, feeling like being honest was the best option.

Tito didn’t lose his cool easily, but somehow this made him angry.

“Can’t you all stop with that? I’m fine.” He replied harshly, and Mat kept his mouth shut.

He thought for a second looking at the wall ahead of him and nodding. Mat was done fighting, he had offered his help, he was there to listen, but he wasn’t going to sit and let Anthony get mad at him when he was only trying to show he cared.

“Yeah, right.” Mat got up and headed out of the room, abandoning him to his thoughts.

            Tito sighed and checked his phone to distract himself, knowing he had to get out there and apologize in a minute or two. A text from Adeline caught his attention, and his mood lifted instantly.

I’ll be in New York tomorrow

            He almost screamed right there, but he bit his lip and contained his smile instead as he typed back.

For real?? What time am I picking you up?

            He had been feeling so off, he couldn’t wait to hold her. It had been too long since he got to see her and it was hard for him to hide his excitement.

I’ll just meet you at your place

            The response Tito received made his heart deflate. Something was wrong. He always picked her up from the airport, he’d done it every single time, so why shouldn’t he do it tomorrow? Between his conversation with Mat and that, the uneasiness he had felt since the declined call only increased.

“You okay?” Brassard asked as he walked out of the kitchen.

“Sorry, I’m just not in the mood tonight,” he walked past everyone and went straight for his bedroom, closing the door and locking it so no one could come bother him.

            It wasn’t fair to shut his friends out like that, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Nothing mattered anymore, he was in a constant state of numbness when he was in New York. Playing hockey helped, the games put him in the right mindset, but as soon as he stepped off the ice his world fell apart all over again.

            Adeline was the only thing keeping him together, but she was also the reason he was being torn apart. She had watched it happen too, she saw the way it started, his sudden disinterest for anything that wasn’t hockey or her, the sadness she caused and tried to fix so hard. She thought that with more time together their time apart would be easier, but nothing she did helped Tito work it out. Their relationship had been rushed, they fell in love and their feelings for each other became an obsession, one Anthony couldn’t manage anymore.

            He was only happy when she was with him, but even then parts of himself were missing.

            Mat and the other guys left soon after he disappeared, giving up for the night and deciding they’d try to spend time with him another day. Anthony was too stubborn, there was no point in them staying. He didn’t care about what was going on that night, he couldn’t think of anything except Adeline.

            Just one night of sleep, one day of work and she’d be in his arms.

            Tito was in his head and time flew by, so when he made it home the next night he was constantly checking his phone to know where she was. She texted when she landed, so he was waiting close to the door when he knew she was about to arrive.

            The front door was open before she was even out of the elevator.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Tito let her walk in and pulled her into a hug to take in the sweet scent of her perfume. His eyes fell shut as he finally felt his body relax. Adeline was the remedy to everything in his life, nothing felt better than having her close.

“Tito,” she pulled away a little as she spoke, trying to put some distance between them.

“Mmh?” He kept his hands on her waist, tugging her against him because he wasn’t ready to part from the hug just yet.

“Anthony, stop,” she pushed on his shoulders and took a step back. “I’m here because I need to talk to you.”

“What’s going on?” Tito frowned at the use of his full name. Deep down, he had known for days that something was coming, but now that he had to face it he didn’t feel prepared enough at all.

            A heaviness settled over the room, the usual playful and happy atmosphere of their reunions nowhere to be found.

“I don’t think we should be doing this anymore.” Adeline said, her hands linked together in front of her.

            The words hung in the air for several seconds. There was an apologetic look in her eyes as she waited for Tito to react, his expression going from shock, to panic, and to confusion all within a few seconds. He had expected her to want to talk, to ask for a break from things at worst.

This was something he had never considered.

“What?” He whispered, unable to form a word any louder than that.

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but you’re not happy like this,” she felt her heart break as he stammered to start a sentence. He looked exhausted, there were dark circles under his eyes, and now his features were twisted in pain.

“Adeline, don’t. You- you don’t know what you’re saying, I’m fine, and-” Tito struggled to say anything coherent, he spoke too fast, but he was scared that if he didn’t say anything she’d vanish.

“You’re not fine. You’re not in the right headspace to train because you’re always thinking of how to get away from New York, you’re not focusing on what should matter to you the most and you’re making yourself sick because you’re not sleeping,” Adeline shook her head, looking down to avoid crying. She couldn’t take the look in his eyes, they used to be so full of joy, but now the blue was dulled by tears that blurred his vision.

“I am sleeping,” he croaked weakly and reached for her.

“That’s not the point!” She stepped back to dodge his touch. She wasn’t strong enough to fight him on this for long, he held too much power over her, she’d cave in no time if she let him touch her. “This was never the point. You were right, not everyone can do long distance and we couldn’t know unless we tried. Now we know, it’s not working out.” She swallowed back her sob and took a shaky breath in to calm down.

“Adeline, please,” Tito shook his head, teardrops rolling down his cheeks already. “No, please,” he didn’t know what else to do but beg.

“I’m sorry,” she looked up. As hard as it was, he deserved at least that, but the broken look in his eyes made her fall apart.

“No! You’re the love of my life, I can’t just let you go,” he refused to go down without a fight, not when she was the only woman he had ever loved. He saw his entire life with her, they could have everything together, and he couldn’t let it go so easily.

“You have to. I’m asking you to.” Adeline wiped her thumbs underneath her eyes to catch her tears. She knew he’d respect her decision, no matter how much he hated it, because he always respected boundaries. She just had to tell him she didn’t want him anymore, and that was the hardest part, having to lie to protect him. “This isn’t healthy for you, and frankly, it’s not healthy for me either. I’m always on my phone, I can barely focus on work because I’m wondering when you’ll be free to call, I’m going to sleep so fucking late every time we call and I just… I just can’t keep doing this any longer knowing it’s hurting you.” She explained, and he used that time to settle his breathing.

“We can work through a rough patch,” his voice was a little raspy, but he pushed through. “I’ll… I’ll stay in New York for longer periods, and we can schedule calls so that it’s not as messy,” Tito brought up every solution he could think of, but she already knew they were pointless.

“You’re making this so hard,” Adeline sniffled quietly, glancing down at her feet again. “I’m sorry, but I’m not changing my mind.”

“So that’s just… it?” He felt like he’d just received a punch to the stomach. Adeline looked up as he took a step back, shaking his head a little and looking completely lost.

“I guess,” she whispered, her lower lip trembling.

“I’m in love with you, isn’t that worth trying a little bit harder?” Tito couldn’t believe the feelings settling inside his chest. He was slowly processing every word she had said, and there were so many things wrong with this conversation. What happened to their promise?

“You think I haven’t tried hard enough? You think I haven’t tried my fucking hardest?” Adeline let the tears flow down her cheeks, and her chest shook with a sob, but she fought to keep her voice steady.

“Well you’re the one giving up now!” He clenched his jaw, sniffling loudly and tugging at his hair in despair. The hurt had kicked in, and he was angry now.

“Because you’re not okay! And I had to find out from your best friend because you keep lying to me and you’re not taking care of yourself!” She raised her voice to his level, and he scoffed, pacing around his living room.

“Mat doesn’t fucking know what I’m doing, if I’m saying I can handle it, then I can handle it!” Tito was sick of everyone around him telling him how to feel and what to do. Focus, train harder, take a break, sleep, travel, don’t travel, call me, don’t call me, spend time with friends, call your family. It was all too much, and he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mat just asked me to check up on you, and he was right, you’re not fine, and I’m the reason you keep getting worse. I just can’t do this anymore,” Adeline’s voice softened to hide the way it cracked halfway through, but he caught it anyway.

“Fucking great.” He bit his cheek to stop himself from breaking down. Watching her like this, the woman he loved more than anything in the world, was destroying him. She felt the pain too, and he was causing it.

“You’re angry, and I get it,” Adeline took a deep breath in and dropped her hands by her sides, wondering when he’d snap. She was the one giving up, so she was ready to take it. “I’m so sorry, this isn’t how I pictured things going between us... I’ll just go… I’m really sorry.” She turned around, ready to walk out so that she could break down somewhere he wouldn’t see her.

            It was better if he was mad at her, his anger was much easier to handle than the look he first gave her.

“Adeline wait,” Tito crossed the room in two long strides and wrapped his hand around her arm before she could reach the door.

“What are you-” Adeline turned around to face him and he released her arm to hold her waist instead.

“Just one more.” He murmured with his lips so close to hers she could already feel how soft they were through a brush. “Please, just one last night,”

            He kissed her to stop her from replying, to stop her from thinking rationally, and to fucking beg her to give him this last thing. Adeline wasn’t strong enough to pull away. Instead, she melted into his touch and responded to the kiss with a passion fueled by her heart falling into pieces.

            Just one last time, she told herself as she kept on kissing him, blindly letting him walk back to his bedroom.

            They could taste the saltiness of their tears as they moved their lips together, tangled in each other with her straddling him and her legs around his waist, just like they had been the first night they were together like that. They didn’t exchange any words, kissing and hiding their faces whenever they had to so that they wouldn’t see the other breaking inside.

It was all too much and not enough, so when Tito kept her tight against his chest to lay in bed, Adeline didn’t fight him. She closed her eyes and bit back tears, pretending she wasn’t about to leave so that he would let himself fall asleep.

Tito was safe with her so close, his grip was tight, he wasn’t ever letting her go. It was what he told himself as he drifted off to sleep, telling himself they’d talk in the morning, that he’d find a way to convince her they could still fix things.

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            Adeline felt like her heart was being torn apart when she crawled out of his arms in the early hours of the morning. She hadn’t slept for a second, but she couldn’t bring herself to get up. For a moment, she even thought she should stay. What if Tito was right? What if he could stay in New York for more time? They could schedule the calls like he said to make things easier.

The idea disappeared from her mind with every moment she spent looking at him, fast asleep in his bed when he used to always wake up whenever she moved. There were dark circles under his eyes, he was exhausted, and she was only making it worse. Leaving was the only way.

Adeline grabbed as much of her things as she could carry and got dressed in the living room as quietly as possible, but with how hard she was crying she was surprised none of her sobs had woken Tito up yet. A few of her things were still in his room, but it was nothing she desperately needed back, and if she woke him up she’d never be able to leave. Still, she couldn’t stop herself from going into his bedroom to look at him one more time.

He was so beautiful when he slept, so peaceful and relaxed. Adeline wished she could see him smile one more time, just to be able to admire the spark in his eyes whenever he did. She knew that if he woke up they’d only be filled with sadness and fear, all because of her, so she took a deep breath and scribbled one last thing on a post it note, placing it on her pillow before leaving his apartment silently.

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            An hour later the sun was up, and Tito was shaking as he woke up. He sat up immediately to grab the cold bed sheets on her side of the bed. It all felt like a nightmare. The bedroom was silent apart from his heavy breathing, and he turned his light on before looking around for any sign she was still here.

            After they held each other so tightly during the night, the way they loved each other, how could she have left? Tears stung in his eyes as he took notice of everything in his room. Her clothes were gone from the floor, her notebook wasn’t on the nightstand, and he could see his closet cracked open with two empty shelves. Her shelves.

            Tito’s heart tightened in his chest as the reality of the situation hit him. His body was tense but he couldn’t move. His whole world was falling apart, he was completely lost, scrambling for something, anything he could hold onto.

He found it in a single blue post-it note on his pillow, her pretty cursive handwriting recognizable easily.

I’m sorry,

A

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slow and tired – a.beauvillier

a/n: this is not proof read. My apologies.

warnings: smut, soft smut, but still

You leaned against the door frame to your shared apartment as you knew Tito would be stepping out of the elevator any second. Your messy bun falling to the side as you tilted your head, against the wood. The elevator dinged as the doors slid open, revealing a suit clad Tito with his hockey bag hanging off his shoulder, a tired smile on his face. “Hey bub.” You whispered, opening your arms for him, his head instantly going to your neck as he hugged you in the hallway. “How’re you feeling?” You hummed, running a hand through his hair, recalling the hit he took during the game, your body tensing simply at the thought of it. “I’m ok, baby.” He finally spoke, pulling away to kiss you softly, your hands running over his shoulders, “come on.” He murmured, lightly pushing you into the apartment, his hand squeezing your hip as he followed you, a small smirk on your face as you looked back at him. He didn’t notice it as he looked down while he kicked his shoes off, despite the win, he was exhausted, happy but still a little sluggish from the hit. While he was distracted you decided you’d go ahead to the bedroom, he glanced up as he heard the soft thumping of your feet against the floor, a boyish smile on his face as he noticed the way you put more movement into your hips, knowing well enough that he was staring.

The second you reached the room, you pulled your pajama pants off, flinging them to the corner of the room, undoing the bun on top of your head as you heard him approaching. You turned to face him, still blushing under his gaze after all this time, your body only covered by a shirt and panties, his eyes running up and down, never used to the site of you. “C’mere, Tito.” You motioned him over, his feet instantly carrying him to you, his body relaxing under your touch. His eyes fell shut as you pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders, neither of you caring as it fell bunched up on the floor, his tie long gone during the drive home, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, chain on full display. You ran your finger over the gold before beginning to work on his buttons, you reached up and cupped his jaw, gently pulling him down to meet your lips. Tito’s hands tangled in your hair, tilting your head back as you slowly kept undoing the shirt, your fingers ghosting over his bare skin, feeling it tighten beneath the pads of your fingers. He pulled away from your lips as you reached the waist of his pants, a breathy sigh falling from his mouth as he tipped his head back, senses heightened by his exhaustion.

“Baby.” He whispered, replacing your hands on his belt, “what do you need?” You hummed, pulling his shirt down his arms, laughing when he let his pants fall to the ground and a pout on his face as he pulled on the hem of your shirt. “If you want it off, take it off.” You giggled, arms over your head as he instantly pulled the fabric off of you. He sat on the edge of the bed as you pushed him back towards it, your lips connecting with his jaw as you moved to straddle him, a content sigh falling from his lips as he held your hips in his hands, you took your time, kissing all over his neck and collar bones, smirking when he chastised you for sucking a mark onto his skin where everyone would see it. “Now you know what it’s like.” You teased, not expecting him to flip you over onto the bed in such a quick fashion, you moaned softly as he pushed some of his weight down onto you. “Tito.” You breathed out, arching into him as he left a mark on your neck as well. “Payback.” He mumbled against you, kissing his way back up to your lips, his hand sliding down your stomach, you shook your head. “Not tonight, just need you.” You assured him, grabbing his hand and moving it to the side of your body. He nodded in agreement, leaning down to kiss you slowly, his hand sliding up to cup your breast before pulling away. You shimmied yourself panties down your legs before moving to the center of the bed, laying your head against the pillows, Tito removing the last of the material constricting him before crawling up over you.

“I love you.” He whispered, pushing your hair back with one hand while he held himself up with the other. “I love you.” You repeated, grabbing his chain and pulling him down to your lips, “please baby.” You whispered barely pulling away from him, your breath mixing with his as he slowly pushed into you. The both of you moaning into the otherwise quiet room, he rested his weight on his elbows, keeping himself as close to you as he could, setting a slow, steady pace. He met your eyes, watching as you looked up at him full of love and lust, swinging one of your legs over his hip, mouth falling open in a silent moan as he rocked deeper into you. “So good, Ange.” He muttered, lightly nipping at your shoulder as you tugged on his hair, all of the movements feeling heightened by the patience he was executing. He cursed under his breath as you moaned directly into his ear, “kiss me.” You whispered, his lips finding yours in record speed, all the while keeping his movements slow and focused. You dug your nails into the back of his shoulders as he hit that spot inside of you. He pulled away, lips still ghosting over yours every time he pushed back into you. One of his hands sliding down your body to grip beneath your thigh, keeping your leg up around his hip. The intimacy of this moment making your eyes burn with emotion for a second as he looked down at you lovingly.

“Y/N.” He moaned softly as you clenched around him, feeling the familiar sensation build in your stomach. “M‘close.” You barely spoke as a moan interrupted you, head tilting back once more as he applied pressure to your clit, his thumb rubbing perfectly timed circles against you. He leaned down to kiss you once more, effectively sending you over the edge as you had to tilt your head away to gasp, returning the breath with a loud moan. He worked you through it, stuttering in his pace as he tried to hold off his own ecstasy until he was certain you were well taken care of. “Please, baby.” You panted, fingers tangling in his hair again, “for me.” You added, his hips stilling flush against yours as he spilled into you, a string of curses and praises falling from his lips. You peppered kisses across his skin as he rested on top of you while catching his breath. You smiled when he lifted himself off of you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he slipped out of you, “it’s alright.” He whispered when you winced, your eyes already shutting softly as you heard him rummaging around in the bathroom. He chuckled as he approached the bed, the way you were already on the brink of sleep. “Baby.” He whispered, not wanting to scare you as he dragged the warm wet cloth against your skin, you smiled not bothering to close your eyes. “Thank you.” You whispered once he pulled it away from you, the sound of it landing in the hamper in the corner assuring you that he was done. “Come to bed, bub.” You whined, finally opening your eyes to see him pulling a fresh pair of boxers on, he walked over with one of his worn out shirts for you, “you’re going to get cold.” He chastised you lightly, pulling it over your head as you sat up with a pout.

“I love you.” You told him once more as he laid beneath the covers, pulling you into his side, his lips resting comfortably on your head, “I love you, babe.” He hummed, resting his head on yours as you settled in on his chest, tracing little shapes onto his side as he dragged his fingers down your spine.

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[miracleonice87]

Eskimo kisses with Tito

edited: after posting this, it was brought to my attention that the term originally used on the kiss list prompt is considered a slur by many — something I was unaware of previously. moving forward, I won’t use this term, and I have changed the term in the story below, and in my masterlist, to “nose bump kisses.”

nose bump kisses with Anthony Beauvillier 💋

“I’m freezing,” you whined into the dark bedroom, pouty not only because of the cold, but also because you knew that Tito would soon be leaving you to fend for yourself in this icebox of a master suite.

His head still on his pillow, Tito chuckled at you. He moved closer, snaking an arm around your waist as you pulled the duvet up to cover your face.

“How are you still so cold with all of these blankets, you silly girl?” Tito questioned, grabbing at the two fleecy blankets tucked around your legs.

Instead of answering, you simply moaned pitifully and rolled over, burying your head in Tito’s bare chest and breathing in his clean scent. Again, Tito laughed, and he trailed his fingers lightly up and down your spine as you relaxed into his body. Nothing felt better than Tito’s touch, especially as you endured the frigid New York temperatures this time of year.

“Can’t you just call Barry and tell him you can’t practice because your girlfriend will turn to ice if left alone?” you asked. Tito giggled, tickling your sides.

“Something tells me he wouldn’t quite go for that,” he remarked.

You let out a “hmmph” and tucked your face into his neck, soaking up as much of his body heat as you could before you had to give him up.

“I’ll keep you warm until I have to go,” he assured. “And when I get back, I’ll bring you a nice hot mocha and we can cuddle all day. Deal?”

For the first time all morning, you were pleased. Your head snapped up to look at him.

“You promise?” you asked with an arched brow.

Tito kissed your forehead. “‘Course I do,” he answered.

You exhaled a noise of satisfaction, and Tito hugged you closer. As you went to rest your head on his chest once more, he caught your chin with his thumb.

“Gimme a nose bump kiss,” he said, angling his face to meet yours.

With a smile, you lifted your head and nudged your nose against his, side to side. Tito beamed.

“Even your nose is cold!” he exclaimed as he continued the nose bump kiss in an attempt to warm you. “I don’t understand it.”

You laughed and laid down on his chest again, twisting his chain between your fingers.

“I haven’t done that in forever,” you said fondly. “My granny always used to do that to me when I was little.”

Tito replied, “My mom did it with us, too.” After a pause, he added, “We’ll have to do it with our kids someday, too.”

Suddenly giddy and flushed, you looked into his icy blue eyes, your cheek resting on his shoulder.

“Our kids, huh?” you asked.

“Mmhm,” Tito responded easily, kissing your temple. “Gotta have some babies to keep you warm when I’m gone,” he added with a wink.

You snuggled against his skin, an unabashed grin on your lips.

“I like the sound of that,” you whispered, feeling warmer already, from the inside out.

[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

BEAUVIS

All Wrapped Up For You for Anthony Beauvillier to be posted on December 16th

“You know, this would be a lot easier if you told me who she is. Have I met her before?” You questioned, grabbing the first candle off the shelf and smelling it. You were trying to act inconspicuous, but you were dying for information.

“Yeah, but I’m not telling you.” He said, a bashful look on his face as he avoided your gaze and examined the candles as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. He must have felt the weight of your stare, because he shot you a mischievous smile that nearly knocked the wind out of you. “It’s a secret.”

“Does Barzy know?” You challenged, picking up another candle and inspecting it as a way to try and seem less interested than you were in Anthony’s love life.

“That’s not important.”

“So he does.” You stated, a victorious smile on your lips despite the way your heart raced at the thought of getting closer to finding out who had Anthony all worked up. Maybe it would be best if you didn’t know who it was, to live in blissful ignorance for a little while longer, but you had never been the best at preserving your own feelings. Hence the reason you had agreed to spend your free Saturday helping Anthony buy a gift for someone else. “Come on, why won’t you tell me?”

“How does this smell?” He dodged the question, grabbing the closest candle and holding it up to your face to get your opinion.

[tonyspep]

little boy beau and the man in the moon

a/n: [takes a deep breath] this is the first hockey rpf i’ve posted. okay, so this was inspired by the amazing @fallalllincurls aka breanna and her fic story of madeline, which you need to read if you haven't. it's so fluffy and cute and i love it, and her who has been reading all my hockey stuff. it was also inspired by us talking about how tito and mat would absolutely be soft and simp for a hockey girl. the title is a play on the song "cat's in the cradle"

title: little boy beau and the man in the moon

pairing: anthony beauviller x reader

fandom: hockey rpf

summary: deciding to have a baby was a huge deal, and recently you couldn't stop yourself from thinking of anthony cradling a baby in his arms

rating: k+ 

Honestly, you couldn't pinpoint exactly when your baby fever or whatever had started. It's not like you and Anthony had been married that long, just a year and a half, and during that time the NWHL had taken off. You hadn't thought the league - as awful as it sounded - was going to last beyond its initial season, maybe two at the most, but here you were about to start the league's fourth season. Four more seasons than anyone else would have thought.

As you sat on the bench in the locker room, preparing for the game against the Whale, you stared at the name on the back of your jersey- Beauviller - instead of your own which you still used for professional purposes. It was his birthday, which is why you weren't using your own. You still remembered seeing your name on the back of his jersey after he proposed to you and the memory made you imagine a tiny baby wearing a little Islanders jersey with his name on the back.

But if you knew your husband, he'd find a way to get the baby a little Toronto 6 jersey with your name on the back.

He could be such a sap sometimes, you thought with a smile as you shook your head while you started to put on your shin pads.

Your phone jingled and you knew it was Tito wishing you luck like he did before every game.

kill it, beauviller ;)

"Hubby, hubby" Emma Woodhouse, your primary liney teased while a few of the other girls made exaggerated kissing sounds. "Shut up." You grumbled, chucking a discarded piece of tape you didn't use for your stick at her.

As you slid the jersey over your head after putting on your pants, you didn't know Anthony - who was at your home in New York - was thinking the same thing you were.

……….

The baby fever Anthony was trying to hide was steadily getting worse. He had an off night, which was great because it meant he'd be able to watch your game. With you in Toronto and him in New York it wasn't easy, but as cheesy as it sounded - he knew - from the moment he met you at a joint practice the NHL and NWHL had set up, that he was going to marry you.

Mat called him crazy, but he didn't care. 

There was something about the way you skated, how fluid you were and how fierce you could be on the forecheck that just made him want you.

Seeing his name - even though you had done it on his birthday since you got together - on the back of your jersey still had his blood running hot in his veins. He groaned, fingers sifting through his hair, as an all too familiar memory took hold in his head. He doubted he would ever forget peeling off that navy Toronto 6 jersey off of you, his name on the back, leaving you in nothing but tiny Islanders panties.

But quickly something different took over. Instead of your beautiful bare skin being in his mind, there was a tiny baby sitting in his lap. They were gurgling happily in their Toronto 6 jersey with your maiden name on their back as he kept pointing to you on the screen saying "There she is, bubs. There's Mama."

He knew a baby could be a long time coming. He didn't know if that was something you wanted right now with your career at its peak and the league really, truly thriving in a way few had expected. 

He wouldn't ask you to put all that on hold for two years, really, to satisfy his growing need for a baby. He couldn't. He knew how much hockey meant to you, how much it always had and he didn't want to take that away from you.

Especially if you weren't ready.

But damn if this stupid baby fever wasn't getting worse.

……..

Not making the playoffs sucked and to make matters worse the aches and pains that you were able to play through during the season, seemed ten times worse now. 

You were quiet as you let the familiar cityscape of Long Island whiz by as Tito drove you home from LaGuardia after picking you up, your head slumped against the window. You were so frustrated after missing the playoffs for the second straight year. You really thought - if everything came together - your team was strong and could've made a push, but instead the season fell apart, and you didn't know what the off season was going to bring, which also had you feeling on edge.

"Babe," His voice was soft and you just shook your head, wrapping the Islanders hoodie you stole from him, tighter around your body.

You didn't want him to tell you how well you played or how if you guys had won this game or were just a little tighter on the power play things could have been different. You wanted to crawl into bed and eat your weight in ice cream cake from Carvel. That was the only thing that was going to make you feel better.

……

You yelped in surprise when you found yourself being lifted off your feet by Anthony after you had shut the passenger's side door. He hadn't carried you like this since your wedding night. If he carried you at all, it was usually piggy back and then he'd pout until you did the same to him.

"Tito…" you started, but he quickly cut you off. "Let me take care of you," He kept his voice soft, making you melt into his arms. 

He stripped you and himself of your clothes, mapping every inch of your skin with his strong hands as the water inside your shower grew warm. He kisses you everywhere, getting down on his knees unprompted and before you realize what's happening - lust consuming you - he has one of your legs thrown over his shoulder and his head is between your legs, his mouth as eager as ever.

……

As Anthony watches you sleep, your hair falling in soft air-dried waves around your bare shoulders, he wishes he could take on everything you feel. 

He knows what it's like to miss the playoffs, to think your season was going to go one way only to end in disappointment and uncertainty. He held you close, unable to stop touching you, hoping you can feel how much he loves you and how proud he is of you. He kissed your head and then your right shoulder and down your spine and then back up again, planting a soft one on your lips before he closes his eyes.

As he sleeps, he can't stop his most recurring dream from coming back; the two of you with a little baby.

It's always the same; a little boy who has your warm chocolate eyes - taking over the blue that's dominated his family - and your button nose while you insist he has the Beauviller mouth and jaw. 

He doesn't know as you sleep in his arms, that you're dreaming the same thing.

……….

It just comes out, you can't stop yourself from saying it, and you really would like the ground to open up and swallow you whole. It's two weeks after you had come home, the disappointment of the season having gone away and apparently replaced by the baby fever you thought you had pushed away.

You and Anthony had been running through Central Park, and seeing all the Moms jogging with their strollers, the Dads playing catch, nannies running to and fro, you realized your baby fever was far from dormant.

You wanted to be a jogging Mom, you wanted to blow bubbles that the baby tried to catch, you wanted to see Anthony pushing them on a swing. You wanted everything. A mini Tito with chubby cheeks and the same mouth, that crooked but bright smile and thick, fluffy chestnut hair. He'd be so happy squealing and toddling after you on his chunky legs.

You could see it, it was so real you swore you could reach out and touch it. Feel the baby soft skin and that wonderful baby smell.

So you said it. "I want a baby."

…….

Anthony's heart feels like it's going to burst.

He's sure he's heard you wrong. He wants it - desperately - to be true, you wanting a baby just like he does, but he doesn't want to get his hopes up. He swallows thickly, studying every inch of your beautiful face.

Your hair's twisted into a messy bun and you're wearing an old Team Canada shirt of yours that shrunk after being washed so many times and he can see a small sliver of your stomach. It's toned and tight, but he can't help but imagine it growing and swelling with your baby, a life that the two of you made together.

"Tito…" you sound small and unsure, making him snap out of his daze. "You do?" Is all he can say. 

"Yeah," your voice is soft, if he wasn't so close to you he wouldn't be able to hear you. "I've been thinking about it for a while," You admit, biting down on your lips. "A tiny Tito." 

"A tiny Tito?" He laughs, pure warmth like red velvet spreading through his entire body.

"Uh-huh." You confirm, stepping closer to him and he can't help but put his hands on your hips, drawing you all the way against him. "I want that, too." So happy to finally say so out loud.

………..

You see it flicker over his handsome face, the uncertainty beginning to cloud his beautiful blue eyes and you know what he's going to say, but you don't let him. You kiss him, instead, effectively silencing him. You show him exactly how you feel in this kiss, how much you want nothing more than to have his baby, to be a Mom.

"Allie," He whispers your name as you both pull away, needing to catch your breath. "I've wanted this for a while," You say. "I didn't know how to say it, didn't know if you wanted it."

"I do," He assures, touching your cheek with such gentleness your eyes can't help but close. "You can ask Mat. Jordan. Anders. I've got baby fever or whatever." He laughs and you join in. "Yeah?" You can't help but tease.

His cheeks flush and you swear he's never looked cuter.

Your heart flutters and you ask, your throat tight, "are we going to do this?"

"As long as it's what you really want. Everything's going to change for you. Your career's going to be on hold for, like, two years. I don't want you to do this for me. Please don't do that. I want you to…"

You cut him off with another passionate kiss, your fingers clutching at his hair as his hands roam all over you, neither of you caring that you're in the middle of the park. You pull back, foreheads resting together as you catch your breath.

"I want it. I want everything with you, Beau. I've never wanted anything as much as I want this, to have your baby."

"Fuck." He growled. "That's so hot."

"Ugh," you groan, shoving him playfully. "You're such a man." You start jogging in place, knowing he isn't paying attention and before he can retort, you tell him, "You'll have to catch me first, though."

"Hey!" He calls after you take off in the other direction. He catches up quickly, and he knows it's only because you wanted him to, but he doesn't mind. "Gotcha." He says, wrapping his arms around you. 

"You always do." You say, looking up at him. You've always loved how you fit perfectly under his chin, and when his hands slide around to your front, laying flat against your stomach you can't wait until there's a bump for him to feel.

"I always will." He tells you, so sincere and you bury yourself deeper into his embrace, knowing he's telling you the truth.

………..

Anthony couldn't believe it - three months after you admitted you wanted a baby in Central Park - you were standing in the living room and giving him a tiny Beauviller jersey. In this moment, your big chocolate eyes shimmering with tears, you had never looked more beautiful to him. He swallowed thickly, his heart in his throat. He couldn't believe it, he was going to be a Dad.

"No tiny Peterson jersey?" He asks in reference to your maiden name.

"They don't make them that small." You say and he frowns. "We'll have to fix that." He says, pulling you into his arms. "If they're going to have Dad's jersey, they need Mom's, too."

"Yeah?" You ask and Anthony nods. "Of course they need yours. You're the real superstar." 

"I really don't care." You admit, your hands laying against your for now non-existent bump. "I'm getting my tiny Tito."

"What if it's a little Allie Cat?" He counters. He wouldn't mind that, a little mini you running around would be amazing. He could see it; a little girl with your dark hair falling around the same heart shape of your face, blue eyes and your beaming smile. She'd want skates, sleep with a hockey stick and look at you like you were a hero. 

It would be perfect.

"Nah," you dismiss. "You're a tiny Tito, aren't you?" You say to your still flat stomach. "Yes, you are." You coo, and Anthony laughs as he reaches for you so he can hold you close.

"You're adorable." He says, kissing you softly before he starts talking to your stomach as well.

………….

"This is awesome!!!" Mat crows, signature laughter echoing around your living room and after he puts you down, you poke him in the chest and tell him, "if the words chick bait come out of your mouth, ever, I'll rip you apart. My baby is not going to be used to get you laid."

"Whoa, Mama Bear," Mat says, throwing his hands up like he's surrendering. "Who said anything about chick bait?"

"I know you," you told him, which makes Anthony snicker from his position on the couch. "Maybe you didn't say it, but you were thinking it."

"Was not," Mat said, making you roll your eyes. "Oh, please, Barzal" you snark. "Don't act like you want to change dirty diapers and get spit up all over your latest fit for instagram."

"It hurts that you think so little of me" He whines, clutching dramatically at his heart. "I would never use my boy's baby to get laid. I have integrity and shit."

"Integrity and shit?" You laugh, making him scowl briefly. "I have layers, I'll have you know. If you had better taste and didn't settle for Beauvis over there, you would know."

"Hey!" Anthony yelps and you shake your head. "That's enough boys," you put on your best "Mom" voice, smiling at how natural it sounds.

You're three months along but just barely showing and you and Anthony decided you would start telling people. Outside of your family, Mat was the first of your friends that knew, and even though you teased him, you knew he was going to take being "Uncle Mat" very seriously.

…………..

Anthony - from the day you told him you were pregnant - was constantly talking to your stomach. He would do it before every doctor's appointment, especially when you were going to get an ultrasound, his voice soft as he talked about how excited you both were to see them.

As you made dinner or lunch, he would tell the baby what you were cooking. He was the breakfast man ever since you had his pancakes for the first time, and you laughed as he went over the recipe step by step one morning. He would read to your growing bump, holding the book with one hand and caressing said bump with the other.

His hand - whenever you went anywhere - was always at your back, this comforting presence and a silent reminder that he was always there. Not just for you but for the baby.

He couldn't keep his hands off of you; your body was changing - your hips were fuller, your breasts bigger - but he didn't seem to mind, even as your face became more full. 

You were gorgeous before, but now with his baby growing inside you, you were even more so.

"All right, Mrs. Beauviller, this is going to be a little cold," Anthony heard the nurse say as she prepared to spread the gel across your belly. "But it's going to help us see the little one. Hopefully they won't be shy and we'll see if they're a boy or a girl."

As the doctor moved the transducer over your belly, Anthony stared at the ultrasound machine, mesmerized. He still couldn't believe he was looking at his baby, that you had created a life that was constantly growing and changing and thriving inside of you.

"A boy" the doctor announced, drawing him out of his head. "A tiny Tito." He heard you say, pure awe in your voice as your eyes met his. 

"Our son." He said, kissing your head. "That's our son."

………..

"Tito! Tito!" You hissed in the middle of the night, shaking him in hopes he would wake up. When he continued to sleep you growled in frustration and shook him harder as you yelled, "Anthony Beauviller you better wake the fuck up right now!!!"

Apparently, that got his attention. He rolled around for a moment, his eyes snapping open as he scrambled to sit up. His eyes were bleary and his hair was sticking up every which way, and you had to laugh.

"What?" He asked, his voice frantic. "My water broke." You explained calmly.

You watched as realization dawned over his handsome face and then he breathed deeply as he reached for your hand. "This is it, huh?" He asked. "Yeah," you answered, your voice shaky.

He pressed your joined hands to your stomach and said softly, "hey, buddy, guess you've decided you want to finally meet us. Well we've been waiting to meet you, and we'll wait until you're ready. Don't be too much trouble for Mommy, okay? Can you do that for me? Make it nice and easy for her?"

You laugh while your eyes well with tears. "Beau…" You say, fingers tucked under his chin so he's looking at you. "I'm scared." You admit, your tone is shaky.

He leans in so his forehead is pressed against yours. "You're going to be amazing. I'll be right there with you."

Before you leave, he wraps his arms around you and says "Gotcha," and you know as you walk to the car, you don't have to be afraid because he'll be with you. 

……………

Ten exhausting hours later, there was a tiny little boy swaddled in a blue blanket with a cap on his head that kept falling across his forehead. Out of said cap, peeked little tufts of thick chestnut hair and when his eyes opened the same brown eyes you and your sister had, stared back at you. Just like your nose was there on his little face, but his mouth was the same shape as Tito's.

He had ten toes and ten fingers, a soft tummy and legs, a round face and he was absolutely perfect.

He looked so small inside Tito's strong arms, but you knew there was no safer place.

He wriggled inside the blanket, making the most wonderful little coos and gurgles while Tito spoke to him. He told him all about you; how beautiful you were, how he knew he was going to marry you the moment you met, how you were a superstar.

Your heart was so full you thought it might burst. 

…………….

Anthony laid with you in your hospital bed while your son nursed at your breast. He stroked your hair, your head laying on his chest and he didn't know if his heart had ever been so full. He had everything he could ever want; you and his son, what more did he need?

"He needs a name," Your soft voice broke through the suckling noises that filled the room.

"Yeah," Anthony agreed and you rolled your eyes.

You hadn't picked out a name beforehand, unable to settle on one either of you really liked. 

"Any ideas?" You pressed, wincing slightly as your son's gums tugged at your nipple. "Easy, buddy." Anthony murmured, gently stroking your son's back. "Daddy likes Mommy's boobs, too."

"Anthony!" You hissed, glaring at him while he laughed. "You know I do." He teased, making you roll your eyes as you huffed. "And Mommy's butt and her hips and her lips," He murmured into your ear, kissing the skin of your neck exposed due to your hospital gown being loosened. "And her neck."

"Our son is still nameless." You said pointedly, but Anthony could feel you melt against him, in contrast to the scowl on your face.

"Jackson's a good name." He said, continuing to kiss your neck. "Could call him Jack."

You sighed at how good Anthony's lips felt against your skin and when he pulled back you looked at the little bundle in your arms, his big brown eyes staring back at you and you knew; this was Jack.

"Hi, Jack" you whispered, stroking his cheek. "I'm your Mommy and I love you so much."

"Hey, Jack" Anthony dropped his voice to a whisper as well. "I'm your Daddy."

…………..

Working out had never sucked so much, you thought as you did Russian twists with a weighted ball in your hands. You could feel the sweat sliding down your body and briefly you wondered if having abs again was really worth it.

You finished your third set and sighed heavily as you took a heavy gulp from your water bottle. Your muscles ached, not having been used for working out for almost more than a year, which made you think about Jack.

He was nine months old now, and somehow had only gotten cuter with every day that passed. He was so curious about everything around him and always babbling, just a tickle at his rounded tummy and he would giggle happily, making you and Anthony smile. 

"Hey," There was Anthony's voice in your ear, his arms wrapping around you after he walked into the former spare bedroom that had become a gym once you found out you were pregnant.

"I'm sweaty," You protested and he just laughed. "Don't care." He started kissing your neck while his hands traced curves that weren't there when you had first met. "You're so fucking hot." He groaned, making you melt against his lean, but strong frame.

"Tito," you moaned and he whispered, his voice heady and deep, "Jack's asleep. Let me show you how fucking hot I think you are, Allie."

…………

"There's Mommy," Anthony said, holding Jack as they watched you skate during warm ups. 

It might have been the first game of the NWHL's sixth season, but it was going to be your last. You decided to retire, knowing more children were going to be on the horizon. While you and Anthony didn't come from large families, you both wanted Jack to have at least one sibling.

You wanted him - even though he was just a year old - to be able to say he saw you play just once.

And there he was inside Tito's arms, both of them in matching jerseys, Beauviller on all of your backs. 

"Mommy" Jack cooed, making Anthony smile. "Yeah, there she is." "Mommy!" A squeal as he clapped his hands as you skated over to them and waved.

During the whole game, Anthony explained everything that was going on as Jack watched with wonder, his eyes wide with amazement. 

"Play" Jack cooed once he was placed in your arms after the game. "Play!" He screeched, making you laugh. "Play?" You asked, tickling his tummy as he giggled and kicked his legs. "Skate!" Another happy screech.

You and Anthony shared a look knowing a pair of tiny skates were going to be under the tree this year.

………………

With your hand holding Jack's left and Anthony holding his right, the three of you were on the ice at Rockefeller Center, Christmas music playing in the background. He looked more and more like Tito every day, the full head of hair he had been born with getting thicker and thicker. The tufts stuck out of the little Islanders beanie on his head and as you all moved gingerly, careful as he took tiny steps, his face furrowed in concentration like Tito's was when he was doing drills.

This was everything you ever wanted.

Skating with your little family all three of you bundled up for the chilly winter air.

"Skate!" Jack screeched smiling up at both of you.

"Yeah, buddy," Tito's voice was soft, his smile matching Jack's. "You're skating."

"Fast!" He yelled and you easily scooped him up, making him squeal. "Fast? You wanna go fast, Bubs? You sure?" You teased, tickling his tummy and underneath his arms. He wriggled and clapped, nodding eagerly.

"Okay," You said and pushed away from the boards as Tito laughed and followed after the two of you. "Gotcha." He said, wrapping you in his arms, which made you smile.

"Mommy went fast!" Jack said, clapping happily. "Daddy you were slow." He shook his head and you laughed. "Slow?" Anthony questioned. "I was slow?"

"Uh-huh," Jack said. "Mommy fast!" "I'll show you slow," Anthony growled playfully, making his hands into claws and snatching Jack from you as he threw him in the air making him squeal, "Daddy!" and he caught him easily.

"Again!" Jack demanded. "Up! Again!"

About three more times Anthony threw and caught Jack while you watched feeling so content. One of your hands found their way to your stomach, knowing you'd be here next year as Jack skated around with Tito while you held his little brother or sister in your arms.

You couldn't wait to tell Anthony you were pregnant again on Christmas day.

[princessphilly]

I wish you would write a fic where you meet a hockey (pld, jamie o, ratty matty) that is slightly younger than you (2-3 years) and you turn him down because you “don’t do younger men” (they are selfish and the sex isn’t that great and you’re not wasting your time). So he becomes determined to prove you wrong.

So I’m going to take this scenario but since I’ve done a similar scenario to this with PLD, I’m going to substitute Tito Beauviller. 

tagging: @hookingminor​

“I don’t do younger men.”

You looked at the cute boy with the sparkling blue eyes and then dismissed him. You had an idea of who he was, he looked like a hockey player with how thick he was. For the third time tonight, you wished you went to the kortunefookie exhibit in DUMBO and then home for a night of Netflix and Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia. Would have been better than this trendy as fuck bar in Williamsburg that you didn’t even know how to pronounce. 

You felt a soft tap on your arm and there was definitely a jolt of something. The boy was still there but there was now a very determined look in his eyes. You give him the blankest look before asking, “What?”

“I can change your mind.” He gave you the sweetest yet sneakiest smile you ever seen. 

“I’m not interested in teaching someone younger how to find the clit, let alone fuck.”

You turned around but he tugged your arm. You took a sip of your drink as he said, “I can prove you wrong. Not only do I know where the clit is, I know how to make a woman come, multiple times in a row.”

You made your voice as bland as possible. “Very interesting. Nice.”

“Don’t assume. Just because I’m a little bit younger than you doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you until you tap out.”

Raising an eyebrow. you stirred your drink. “What’s your name again? Andrew?”

“Anthony but you can call me Tito.”

“Presumptuous that I’ll be calling you a nickname.” 

Your gin & tonic was now almost out and you were ready for another one. Looking around for your friends, you notice that one was making out with some guy like you were all back in college. The other one gave you an exaggerated smile and a thumbs up. Your phone buzzed and you looked at it. he’s not famous but hockey! u can say u fucked some1 from all 4 leagues

You tried not to choke as you read that message. Then you looked up at him and he was closer. Not too close that he was blatantly violating your personal space but you were now very aware that he smelled amazing and you’re 26 years old, why are you even now considering someone who looked like they just became legal to drink last year. 

“Cherie, baby, no one said you had to do someone younger,” Tito said, his blue eyes flirty as he looked at your dress. “But no one said we couldn’t get to know each other a little better.”

**

That was several months ago and that boy named Anthony was really a man named Tito. And you got shocked to your core but you loved it.

You were on your side, Tito’s fingers in your mouth. You sucked on them as he entered your pussy, finally. He had took it personally that you hadn’t been interested in him at first, just because he was younger than you. And since the minute that you let him into your bed, Tito had basically made you his fucktoy. 

“Your pussy is taking my cock so good,” Tito crooned as he fucked you slowly, slower than you wanted him to. He had been teasing you all day, his fingers trailing up your thighs during lunch but unwilling to make your cum. You had tried to take the edge off but Tito caught you and he edged you hard with the egg vibrator during dinner with his teammates. You were a wet, denied mess when you two finally came home. 

You moaned, fingers digging on his arm as he fucked you from behind. “Tito, I need to cum,” you pleaded around his fingers. His other hand was holding your leg up, letting him fuck you deep and hard. You were so primed, you could cum right now but you knew you needed to ask for permission.

“Hmm, baby girl.”

Tito stilled his thrusts, going slow and shallow. Teasing his girl had made him harder than ever but you needed to beg for him tonight.

“Please, Tito, may I please cum?”

You begged with a broken voice, the fingers now out of your mouth but curled around your throat. You were so close, you could taste your high and you knew it would be good. But Tito wasn’t giving you what you wanted. “Daddy, please, may I cum for you? Please?”

“Fuck,” was your answer, followed by a flurry of frantic French you didn’t quite understand yet as his hand tightened on your throat. But your reward were thrusts followed by a subtle grinding of Tito’s hips that made sure he was hitting your g-spot. You screamed as you came, your high so good after being denied all day. Tito followed you, your pussy milking his cock through the condom. 

As you came back to yourself, both you and Tito hissed as he withdrew from you. You rolled onto your back, your arm over your eyes. “Damn.”

You listened as Tito got up and took care of the condom before getting up and running to the bathroom. After going to the bathroom, you came back to his bedroom, Tito lying down, arms open. You fell into his arms as he cuddled you. “You’re so good for me, baby girl.”

You snuggled into Tito with a smile. Breaking your own personal rule had ended up being one of the best things ever.

[matbarzyy]

Sin in Your Skin [A.B.] [M.B.]

A/N: Wow, I can’t believe I’m actually posting this. I swear the next thing I’m working on will be a real fic with an actual plot and not just smut, but until then... enjoy. This was really hard to write and took me forever to finish, so please let me know what you think of it!

Word count: 6043

Warnings: smut, it’s a threesome

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You could feel you were getting the attention you wanted the second you leaned against the bar to ask for a glass of water.

It put a smile back on your face after such a weird day. The clouds had been thick, keeping light from the sun away so that even when night fell there was no transition, simply a merging of a dark day into an even darker night.

Your cousin and his boyfriend had invited you out for drinks to make something out of a not so cheerful day. Despite you all living in New York, you rarely ever saw each other. Your lives were busy, so you appreciated getting a chance to catch up, but you were also done with the third wheeling about an hour in.

So, instead of focusing on the cute couple at a table in a corner, you stole glances at two insanely attractive men. They were part of a larger group, all of them taking up two booths although they were mostly standing around the bar. Their eyes were on you too; it made a satisfied smile spread on your face as you turned towards the bartender to thank him and take your drink. This little black dress always got you just the attention you wanted.

The silky material wasn’t tight, but it hugged your curves whenever you moved. The straps were thin, exposing your shoulders and most of your back, so anyone could know you weren’t wearing a bra underneath it. It was the dress you put on when you wanted to feel confident and hopefully go home with someone by the end of the night.

It only took another minute for both men to introduce themselves to you and ask you to join them.

You sat between them in a booth, Anthony to your right and Mat to your left on the outer side of it. There was no one across the table because their friends were all busy at the bar ordering drinks and talking there. The two were nice and easy going as they made conversation, exchanging casual niceties with you. You kept up with it, exchanging a few looks with your cousin on the other side of the bar to see if he was annoyed you ditched him, but he only winked at you.

Of course he’d encourage you.

“You both play hockey?” You focused back on the two men you were with, deciding you could stop worrying about the couple you came here with. You wanted to find out a little more about them before anything happened, and so far you hadn’t gathered much apart from the fact that they were insanely hot.

“We’ve been playing for the same team for a while,” Anthony nodded, shifting a little in his seat so that his leg would brush yours. The rough material of his jeans was enough to make you shiver when you felt it against your bare skin.

His thighs looked massive with the material clinging to them, and so did Mathew’s. Your mind immediately went to what it’d feel like to ride one of their thighs. You were having a hard time deciding which of them you wanted the most.

“Mmh, so, since you do everything together, is it also in your habits to flirt with the same girl at the same time?” You leaned back into your seat as you awaited their answer.

“No, not usually,” Mathew chuckled, dropping his hand onto your knee and slowly sliding it up your thigh when you parted your legs to encourage him. “You like it?”

Even his hand was beautiful, you couldn’t believe you were that pulled to him when he had barely done anything. Anthony wasn’t letting you forget about him either, but he was more subtle. The tips of his fingers were only brushing the skin of your shoulder, tracing small circles on it that affected you more than you were ready to show.

“Only if I don’t have to choose which one of you I’m going home with at the end of the night,” You didn’t even think the bold reply over before the words left your lips, but you didn’t regret it for a second.

“No need for that,” Anthony slid his fingers on your skin to the back of your neck. You couldn’t stop your hips from moving a little at the gesture, and he smiled as he gently began playing with your hair while Mat ran his hand up higher on your thigh. “Mat and I are roommates, and we’re fine with sharing you, if you’re down for that of course,”

You bit your lip for a second as you tried to make a smart decision. You could barely think with them so close, and you were the one who suggested the idea first after all.

“I might be,” You took another sip of your water as you weighed your options.

On one hand, you were more than interested and they obviously were too. On the other hand, they were twice your size and going home with them may not be the safest thing to do. You wanted a little bit more time at the bar with them to decide if they were trustworthy. It helped their case that the guys they were with had wedding bands on their fingers and their wives around them.

“You want anything?” Mathew lifted his hand from your thigh and tapped the edge of your glass.

“I’m alright, thanks though,” You shook your head. As much as you wanted to trust them and go home with them, there was no way you’d ever let a man you didn’t know buy you a drink without watching it being poured and taking it from the bar yourself.

“Be right back,” He got up anyway and headed towards the bathroom rather than the bar.

You fell back into a casual conversation with Anthony as you turned back to him, his hand still caressing your neck softly. You wanted to melt right into him, but he seemed to sense the remainder of your hesitation. He didn’t want to scare you away by making a move too fast, but the way your tongue poked out to wet your lips made him forget all rational thoughts.

He placed two fingers under your chin to tilt your head up, his other hand cupping the back of your neck more firmly before he leaned in and let his nose brush against yours. A wave of warmth flooded through you and you shifted in your seat, letting your eyes flutter shut as you closed the distance between your lips.

Your back arched into him as you tried to press yourself closer to his body. Anthony caught your lower lip between his teeth and earned a muffled whimper from you before his hand slid from your neck down your shoulder and to your waist. You dropped your hand on his thigh to feel more of him and slid it up slowly, getting a quiet groan out of him while he shifted in his seat.

You weren’t the only one getting worked up.

You parted a few seconds later, neither of you wanting things to get too far while you were still in public, but from the way he made you feel, you knew there was no way you’d be going home without him.

“Missed me?” Mathew joined you again a second later, his hand going back to your thigh without hesitation. He grinned at the small noise you did your best to conceal when he made your dress ride up to trace patterns on your inner thigh.

“Something like that,” Your hips moved involuntarily in response to his teasing and the way Anthony massaged the back of your neck.

“We really should head out,” Mat leaned closer to whisper into your ear. You felt your panties get wet just from the sound of his voice.

A moan threatened to escape you when his lips found the sensitive spot right under your ear, and he didn’t miss the way you shivered. His teeth grazed your skin before he sucked lightly and ran his tongue over it.

“Okay, that’s me convinced,” You pulled away, breathless and trying to avoid making any embarrassing noises while in public. You were more turned on than you ever remembered being.

You had never had a threesome before but with the way these two made you feel, you were more than willing to give it a try. Even with their clothes on, you could see they were built like literal gods. Their confidence only added to their attractiveness, they were in control and you just wanted to melt under their touch. One of them alone was enough to make your mind spin, so with them together you were ready to combust before you even sat in the taxi, squished between their bodies.

Their hands were all over you, and it would have been indecent if Anthony didn’t put his jacket over your legs to cover you when you parted them. You couldn’t help but comply whenever their hands on your inner thighs prompted you to open them a little bit further, giving them perfect access to you. You had to stop yourself from whining as they teased eagerly without ever touching you where you wanted them most.

The plea you whimpered got Mathew biting down on the skin of your shoulder where he was previously leaving kisses. “Be a good girl,” He murmured, giving your thigh a squeeze.

You choked on a moan and tried to pass it off as a cough.

Both him and Anthony grinned from your reaction. Mathew had thrown the words out there to see if you’d like it, and they were both more than pleased with your response. If the night kept on going like this they were about to have a lot of fun with you.

You were brought back to your senses by the cold air of the night when you stepped out of the car a few minutes later, accepting Anthony’s help when he held his hand out for you. Your dress didn’t do much to keep you warm, but you didn’t step closer to him. Your thoughts caught up to you as you realised what you were doing and wondered if it really was a good idea.

You had zoned out for most of the walk through the entrance, lost in your own head, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Hey,” Anthony prompted you to look up at him once in the elevator. “If you change your mind or anything gets too much that’s okay,” He reassured you. “Just tell us and we’ll stop,”

“I’m okay,” You nodded, feeling better after hearing those words.

“Come on,” Mathew stepped out first to lead the way to their apartment, unlocking the door and letting you step in first. “This way,”

He guided you to a bedroom with a hand on the small of your back, warming you up with a simple touch. There wasn’t much in the room apart from a desk and a bed. Some clothes were scattered over the floor but it still looked relatively clean.

You didn’t get much more time to dwell on that because a second later Anthony’s hands were running up your sides from behind while Mathew cupped the side of your neck and leaned in to kiss you.

Every little bit of nervousness that was rising from your overthinking disappeared simply because you were unable to form a coherent thought in that moment.

You were drowned in their warmth and lost in their touch, blood rushing through your body while you focused on kissing Mat back and let them run their hands all over your skin. For a fleeting moment your thoughts wandered to Anthony’s lips and how he had felt kissing you at the bar. You could only imagine how soft they’d be against the skin of your neck where you could feel his breath.

You didn’t have to wait much longer for your imagination to stop running, his lips finding the skin of your shoulder where he took his time leaving kisses that made you whimper into Mathew’s mouth. You were turning into an absolute mess, letting him nibble onto your lower lip while Anthony trailed his up your neck.

You tried to lean forward when he pulled away, chasing his lips, but Anthony grabbed your hips and pulled your ass back against him. Your moan wasn’t muffled in any way this time, and both men felt their blood rush south just from the sound of it.

Your eyelids fluttered when you felt Anthony harden against you, grinding into you slowly while you met his motions with your ass. Mat fell to his knees in front of you, leaving the upper part of your body for Anthony’s hands to wander on while he mouthed at your thighs.

He lifted your dress up to your waist and licked his lips, the hunger in his eyes growing when he saw the lace of your panties. The breathy moans falling from your lips were music to his ears, and he needed them to turn louder.

“Can I take this off?” Mathew hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties, kissing your inner thigh and looking up at you.

“Fuck yes,” You allowed him to drag them down your legs without hesitation, stepping out of them while Anthony nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck. You whined quietly, thankful that Mat was thoughtful enough to help you get out of your heels before you forgot how to stand.

“So wet already,” He mumbled as he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, getting better access to your inner thighs so that he could leave kisses and pretty red marks all over them. His stubble grazed your skin, only adding to the sensation, and your hips rolled involuntarily the second he began pressing kisses over your folds. Your gripped Anthony’s arm to steady yourself when he gave you a few licks before diving in.

With his free hand, Anthony dragged the straps of your dress down your shoulders and let the material bunch around your waist where Mat was still holding it.

“You look so good like this,” He pressed his chest to your back, wrapping both of his arms around you to steady you while you moaned both from the praise and the way Mathew sucked on your clit. You completely gave up on controlling what was happening or your reactions, leaving it up to them instead.

Anthony’s hands found your chest easily while he rolled his hips slowly to rub himself against your bare ass. His fingers pinched and rolled your nipples softly, teasing the sensitive buds while Mat gripped your thigh on his shoulder and devoured your pussy.

If it weren’t for Anthony’s size and strength you would be on the floor right now. You were leaning most of your weight back on him and couldn’t keep your balance with only one foot on the floor. You didn’t think things could feel any better until Mathew slid two long fingers inside of you and your head fell back on Anthony’s shoulder with a moan.

He pinched your nipples a little harder in response, sending your hips bucking against Mat’s face, who only took it as an encouragement to go harder. His fingers curled inside of you as he dragged them out in slow motions until he found the sweet spot that made your pussy clench.

You felt him grin against your pussy while your whine filled the room. His fingers teased the spot over and over again while he lapped up your wetness, humming in satisfaction over your clit because he could feel the way you tensed whenever he did so. You had your fair share of experience before, but never in your life had you felt so good and overwhelmed by a guy eating you out. No one had ever gotten your eyes to roll back in your head so easily, and no one had ever gotten you to the point where you couldn’t even stand anymore.

“Are you gonna come on his face, baby?” Anthony whispered in your ear, biting down on the spot just below it and tightening his grip on you when you shuddered. He let out a low groan against your skin when you shifted your hips to grind back on him.

“Yes,” You whimpered your response, the noise spurring both of them on.

Mathew moaned eagerly, sucking on your clit harder as he rubbed his fingers against the perfect spot inside of you until your legs were trembling. Anthony was almost carrying you to keep you up when your orgasm hit you, sending your hips bucking against Mat’s face while he tried to keep his grip tight on you to hold you still.

They worked you through it together, Mathew with gentle licks and his fingers still inside of you, and Anthony with soft caresses of your chest and waist.

“Can you stand?” He chuckled quietly and left a few kisses on your neck.

“Uh?” You blinked a few times, your chest was rising and falling quickly as you tried to process his words. “Fuck, that was good,” You breathed out.

“Mmh,” Mathew hummed his agreement when he got back up, fingers in his mouth to suck them clean.

“C’mere,” Anthony helped you to the bed and let you adjust on your back. “Lift,” He prompted you quietly so that he could tug your dress off your body and finally leave you completely naked.

You watched as he stripped too slowly for your liking, undoing the buttons of his shirt before letting it drop to the floor to expose his toned chest. You had known he was muscular the second he caught your eye at the bar, he was a professional athlete after all, but you didn’t expect him or Mat to look so god-like once their clothes were off. Just the sight of him took your breath away.

“We’re far from done,” He climbed on top of you once he was fully naked, a cocky smirk on his face when you reached out to run your hands over his chest, a look of awe in your eyes. “Like what you see, baby?” Anthony asked and you nodded while his arms caged you in, making you feel small, but you were thankful for the warmth and being less exposed.

“How are you two real?” You stole a glance at Mathew too, your heart skipping a beat when you saw him naked at the foot of the bed.

You never got an answer from either of them because the way Anthony rolled his hips a second later got you both to moan quietly.

“Do you need me to go easy on you?” He pulled back to reach for a condom in a drawer of the bedside table. You shook your head as you watched him sit back on his heels between your legs and swiftly roll it down his cock. Your pussy clenched just at the sight of him, and Anthony licked his lips hungrily, satisfied with your answer. Neither of you wanted to have to hold back. “Good.” He gripped your hips and flipped you over on your stomach.

You squealed as you bounced on the mattress, immediately gathering your knees underneath you and holding yourself up on your arms. Your back arched eagerly as you moved back to try and feel him, but he grabbed your ass before you could be against him. A frustrated huff left your lips at that, if he was half as good at fucking you as Mathew had been eating you out, you were about to feel incredible, and you didn’t want to have to wait any longer for it.

“Someone’s excited,” Mat teased as he climbed on the bed too, crawling up until he was sitting in front of you with his thick thighs spread on either side of your body.

Anthony chuckled when your pussy clenched the second he pressed his tip at your entrance, but he didn’t give you the satisfaction of filling you yet. Instead, he took his time slowly rubbing the head of his cock up and down your pussy, alternating between teasing your clit and your entrance.

You fell to your forearms with a whimper, hands on Mathew’s inner thighs while his cock stood proudly just an inch away from your face.

“Good girl,” He purred when your tongue came out to lick his tip, saliva dripping down on him to wet him.

He had given you a taste of heaven just a minute ago and you were ready to return the favor.

Anthony bit his lip as he watched your head bob up and down the second Mathew’s cock was in your mouth, and he slowly pushed his hips forward to fill your pussy with his. A moaned curse fell from your lips while he stretched you out and sent a wave of pleasure through your body.

Your mouth sank down on Mat a second later, taking him until he hit the back of your throat and you gagged lightly, trying to adjust to them both at the same time. You all stayed still for a moment, you because you were overwhelmed, and them because nothing felt better than that first push inside of you.

The whole scene was filthier than anything either of you could have dreamed of, and the wet noises your bodies made when Anthony began to gently rock his hips only added to it. The angle he fucked you at was the definition of perfect, it made it hard for you to focus on Mat.

He was panting slightly in front of you, his thighs clenching under your hands while you suckled on the head of his cock and swirled your tongue around it. You looked unreal like that, your ass arched up for Anthony to fuck you deep while you did your best to pleasure him.

The first loud moan you pulled out of Mathew filled you with pride, and you doubled your efforts to take him deeper and deeper into your mouth while you bobbed your head.

“You feel so fucking good,” Anthony let out a groan, grabbing your ass and watching himself disappear into your pussy. It was taking everything in him to not start pounding into you, but he knew he’d be too much if he did that while you were still sucking Mat.

Mathew’s hand was more gentle as he reached for your hair and ran his fingers through it until it was gathered to the back of your head. He could see his cock sliding between your lips with each movement you made and guided your head at a slow pace with a soft groan. His teeth sank into his bottom lip when you looked up at him for approval, pulling away to work your tongue over his tip and suck.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Mathew praised you, unable to stop yourself from bucking his hips to fuck into your mouth.

You choked a little and pulled away to catch your breath, working your hand around him instead.

Anthony saw that as his opportunity to give you a more forceful thrust. The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed through the room and you jolted forward with a choked whimper.

Both men chuckled at your reaction and the atmosphere shifted in the room. Anthony gripped your hips harder to keep you in place to settle into a fast rhythm, pounding into you from behind. You were sure your skin would be bruised later, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Mat’s hand ran through your hair soothingly as he watched you, his gentleness a contrast with the way his friend was treating you. You tried your best to focus on him again and licked at his tip before wrapping your lips around him again. It was sloppier than when you started, you couldn’t concentrate on a thing with Anthony’s cock hitting your g-spot every time he thrust back into you.

A familiar warmth was building in the pit of your stomach, you wouldn’t last much longer, and going down on Mat was quickly becoming too much.

‘S’okay,” He chuckled at the fucked out look on your face, cupping your cheek to get you to lift your head and look up at him. Your makeup was ruined because of the way your eyes watered whenever you had gagged around his cock, spit was running down your chin, but Mat couldn’t have found you prettier. “You like getting spanked, baby?” He traced his thumb over your swollen lips, grinning when you tried to take it into your mouth. He and Tito shared a quick glance as they waited for your answer.

“Yes,” You whimpered, feeling a palm collide with your ass a second later.

Your body moved forward from the pain, but Anthony was quick to pull you back into him with one hand. His free one fell onto your ass again, the sharp slap reaching your ears before the sting settled in. His thrusts were relentless, hard and fast, getting moans out of you that were progressively getting louder.

The next spank didn’t take long to come, followed by a moaned curse from Anthony as he watched the way the skin of your ass bounced and reddened with each slap.

“Come on,” Mathew kept your eyes locked on his so that he could watch you fall apart. “Show me how pretty you look when you’re coming,”

It only took one more spank for your pussy to clench hard around Anthony’s cock, making him groan loudly while you fell apart for both of them. Quiet praises fell from Mat’s lips as you lost touch with the rest of the world, your muscles shaking and struggling to hold you up.

Anthony didn’t stop, but louder moans and groans escaped him while his thrusts turned sloppy. He gripped your ass to part your cheeks and looked down where your bodies were joined with dark eyes.

“Such a good girl,” Anthony muttered before he reached his high too and spilled into the condom with a groan, watching himself twitch and throb inside of you.

Mathew watched in awe until you dropped your head and let out a small whine, seconds away from collapsing.

“C’mere,” He slid down on the bed and caught your body as you fell forward, adjusting you until you were lying on his chest with your legs spread around him.

You gladly took a moment to rest and enjoy the afterglow of your orgasm. It was only the second one of the night, which you knew was far from your limit, but if these two kept on going like that you were going to pass out before you could get many more.

Mathew was patient, running his fingers up and down your spine while you curled your toes and slowly pulled yourself out of your dizzy state. You could feel him hard against your lower stomach, but he didn’t seem to be in a rush.

“Did so good baby,” The whisper got you rolling your hips involuntarily, and Mat took it as an encouragement to run his fingers through your hair and guide your head up.

Your eyes met his while you weakly pushed yourself up on your arms to straddle him more comfortably. Anthony stayed on the bed on his side without getting involved for a few moments, letting his hungry eyes run over every inch of your exposed skin.

Mathew bit his lip and looked down where your bodies were joined, humming in appreciation when you repeated the motion and caused drops of precum to leak over his stomach. His hands ran from your knees, up your thighs and to your hips so that he could lift you gently.

You gave him just enough space for him to reach over the side of the bed to grab a condom, and you sat back on his thighs for a few seconds to let him roll it down his length.

“Are you going to give me another one, baby?” Mat guided you to position yourself on top of him again and held the base of his cock, letting you sink down on him slowly.

You gave him a jerky nod and whined while he bit back a moan when your ass met his thighs. You rolled your hips slowly but steadily, recovering from your previous orgasm, and Mathew let you be in charge of the pace for a while. He was satisfied enough by the sight of you on top of him like that.

His hands found your hips, accompanying you every time you rolled them before slowly caressing up your side and down your stomach. You shivered and moaned quietly in response. The touches were a stark contrast with the sting you could still feel in your ass from the way Anthony spanked you, but they felt just as intense.

Mathew relaxed back into the mattress and enjoyed what you were giving him for a while, but his patience didn’t last long. As soon as your breathing settled he gripped your hips a little bit tighter to pull you down and thrust up to meet your movements.

Your lips parted in surprise and a moan fell from them. Mat chuckled in response, proud of himself as he planted his feet on the mattress for leverage so that he could keep on going. Your body stilled on top of him and you braced your hands on his chest, he was picking a much faster pace than the one you had set and it was making your thighs tremble.

You were so caught up in the way he was fucking you that you barely noticed Anthony getting on his knees by your side until he spoke into your ear.

“Such a good girl,” He whispered before tugging at your earlobe with his teeth, a hand on your back and the other one over your stomach.

You moaned and broke eye contact with Mathew to look at him instead, melting right into his arms when he lifted you to make you turn around. You followed his lead until you were sitting back on Mat’s cock, your eyelids fluttering while your back met his chest.

“There we go,” Anthony hummed his approval quietly, lowering his head to your collarbones to kiss and nip at your skin.

Mathew groaned into your ear from behind you, thrusting up into you at an angle that had you seeing stars. It was good enough to make your eyes gloss over with tears, but you could still see the way Anthony’s eyes darkened when he pulled back to take in how beautiful you looked in that position. His pupils were so dilated you could barely see the blue in his eyes, and you couldn’t look away.

The tip of his fingers traced up your sides slowly, making you shudder before he reached your chest and pinched both of your nipples between his fingers.

“Fuck,” Mathew cursed through a loud moan when you arched your back against him. His arm tightened around your stomach and he grunted, thrusting up harder.

A cry fell from your lips while a tear rolled down your cheek. Anthony mumbled a praise before dropping one of his hands off your body and using it to stabilise himself on the bed while his lips latched onto the neglected nipple.

“Need you to cum baby,” Mat groaned, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep up with this pace for much longer.

“Come on,” Anthony encouraged you too, immediately reattaching his lips to your chest and biting down on the hardened bud.

Your head fell back on Mathew’s shoulder, your lips parted and letting out quick gasps. You were right on the edge, and you fell over the second his hand reached down to rub tight circles on your clit. You could barely stay still then, making it hard for Anthony to keep going while Mat throbbed inside of you, snapping his hips up a few more times before he was coming right after you with shallow thrusts.

You shuddered and whimpered when Anthony slowly lifted you off Mat to let you lay down on the mattress. He somehow managed to make your cheek land on a pillow, and you kept your eyes closed, only focusing on slowing down your breathing.

You could vaguely feel Mathew on your other side, just as spent as you. His chest was moving up and down slowly while you both recovered, so Anthony was the only one still touching you. He didn’t do much except play with your hair gently, giving you some space until you were ready to move again.

“You okay?” He brushed a strand off your forehead when you blinked your eyes open to look at him, and you gave him a tired nod. “Come here,” He helped you up and gathered your clothes for you, guiding you to the bathroom and leaving everything on the counter.

You wobbled a little after he left you alone, looking at yourself in the mirror and taking in your appearance. You were a mess, but you could still feel the bliss of those orgasms in your body. Taking a few big gulps of cold water running from the tap helped you regain your senses slowly, and you let out a slow breath.

Your dress was wrinkled when you slipped it back on, but it still looked decent enough. The same couldn’t be said of your face, so you did your best to clean the smears of mascara from under your eyes. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to be good enough until you got home.

The one thing that bothered you the most were your panties. The flimsy lace was still wet, and it felt a bit gross to put them back on like that. Discarding them in the small bathroom bin the boys had seemed to be your best option.

It only took another minute for you to find an uber available nearby, and you had never been more thankful for how many there always were in New York no matter the time.

When you left the bathroom, you found Anthony in the kitchen with nothing but grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. It was enough to make a shiver run through you again, but your body was ready to call it a night. He was leaning against the counter, a glass of water in his hand, and he quickly offered you one too.

“Thanks,” You smiled gratefully. “But I should probably get home before it gets too late,” You smoothed the material of your dress down, trying to get some wrinkles out of the silky material.

“Do you have an uber on the way?” He guessed when you checked your phone, and you nodded.

“Yeah, it’s a quick drive,” You answered, shifting your weight to adjust your foot in your shoe, but there was no way the heels would stop hurting. “Where’s Mat?”

“I’m pretty sure he’s already half asleep,” Anthony cringed. “Don’t take it personally, he just has no manners,”

“It’s alright,” You chuckled at his reaction. “I don’t mind,”

“Before you go,” He walked with you to the front door. “My number is on this, text me if you ever feel like doing something like this again,” He slipped you a piece of paper, and you stared at it for a second.

“Oh,” Was all you could say as he opened the door for you and stepped aside.

“It doesn’t need to involve Mat,” He added. “Just… text if you’re interested, okay?”

“Yeah, will do,” You slipped the note into your phone case so that you wouldn’t lose it. “Thanks for tonight,”

“I think it’s me who should be thanking you,” Anthony shook his head with a small smile as you stepped out. “Get home safe.” He said to which you nodded, and you heard the door close as soon as you were out of his sight down the corridor.

His phone number was saved in your phone the minute you sat in your uber.

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weekend away – a.beauvillier

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“Baby, I’ve got a surprise for you!” Tito shouted the second the front door shut, very out of character for him as he usually waited until he was face to face with you for any sort of announcement. “In the bedroom!” You called out, continuing the folding of the laundry that was spread out on the bed, the latest episode of the Bachelor playing in the background as you worked on the overdue pile. Your dog, Duke, sleeping at the foot of the bed, slightly hidden by some of the clothes. You glanced at the door as you heard Tito’s footsteps approaching, “hey, ange.” He leaned against the doorway, smiling widely at you, eyes full of love even with the way you were sat cross legged with a terrible messy bun and one of his shirts covering your frame. “Hi, babe.” You responded with a slight giggle as he took in the scene in front of him. “So, what’s my surprise?” You hummed, not thinking much of it, eyes focusing back on the drama unfolding on the screen as you sloppily folded the towel in your lap. You heard the crinkle of paper before there was a printed email being placed in front of you. He sat beside you on the bed as you paused the show and picked up the piece of paper. Your eyes scanning it over more than once, a booking confirmation for a long weekend at an inn that was in the hamptons. “Tito?” You gasped, looking over at him, he was looking at you with a soft smile.

“Yeah?” He faked confusion, “what’s up?” He wrapped an arm around your waist, hooking his chin over your shoulder, “baby you didn’t.” You whispered, searching his face for any hesitation, he simply pecked your cheek and patted your thigh, “better get packing.” He called, walking into the bathroom nonchalantly. He was grabbing your and his toothbrush when you ran in there and nearly jumped on him in a hug, doing this small little trip is something you’ve always talked about, never thinking you’d really have the chance. “I love you.” You hummed, kissing all over his face as he laughed at your childish actions. “I love you too, Y/N.” He chuckled, pushing you off of him, “but really, you need to go pack, we’re leaving in like an hour.” He told you, dodging your hand as you went to whack his arm. “An hour?! Anthony!” You exclaimed, earning a light slap to the butt at the use of his full name, “don’t sound so appreciative.” He joked, not meaning it in the slightest as he followed you to the closet, grabbing the duffel bag off the top shelf for you. “Thank you.” You hummed taking it from him and opening it up as you thought of what you’d need for the few days you’d be gone. He was easy to pack for, he threw a couple shorts in there, some shirts and one nice outfit, telling you to bring one as well, only making your excitement grow. “You’re spoiling me.” You cautioned him, hating when he would do things like this for no reason, he scoffed, “I’m not spoiling you, I’m treating us both to a nice weekend away before the season starts.” He explained, working on the rest of the laundry sitting on the bed. You looked at him for a moment, wondering how you got so lucky before you went back to doing what you had to do. “Who’s going to watch duke?” You questioned, the dog picking his head up at the mention of his name. “Mat.” Tito answered easily, the nerves melting away, Duke loved Mat so there shouldn’t be any issues with that. “Yeah, ok.” You answered softly, smiling to yourself as you packed your new dress.

***

“It’s beautiful.” You gasped as you climbed out of the car, Tito following suit, grabbing the bag out of the backseat. The two of you packing your items together in the bag, under the condition that Tito let you hide your dress first before he opened the bag. “It is.” He agreed, looking at the big house, technically speaking it was a hotel, but they kept the look of it being an old colonial home. “This is amazing, Tito, thank you.” You whispered, pulling him in for a quick kiss, he smiled against you, “of course, baby.” He murmured before pulling you along with him. You stood silently beside him as he checked in, your hand laced with his, occasionally he would give you a soft squeeze, glancing over at you sweetly. They led you to your room, both of you even shocked at how nice it was, as they told Tito of some of the amenities offered, you took the bag and pulled your dress out, going to hang it in the closet so it wouldn’t be wrinkled later on. Finally they left the room, giving you two your space. You watched as Tito walked out to the private patio, leaning against the railing, taking in the view surrounding him. You walked slowly out to join him, wrapping your arms around him from behind, resting your cheek against the back of his shoulder. “It’s so relaxing out here.” He mumbled, turning in your arms to face you, his hands instantly resting on your cheeks, caressing them softly. You nodded, fluttering your eyes shut, relaxing into his gentle touch, “we needed this.” You told him, finally looking up at him, his eyes already trained on yours. He ducked down to connect your lips, it was slow and sensual, his hands moving into your hair as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Your hands moved up his chest, slowly going to wrap around the back of his neck, keeping him close to you. You finally pulled away to breathe, both of you a little breathless from the action, he had a wide smile on his face, pecking your forehead before untangling himself from you. “We should get away more often.” He teased.

The rest of that first day was spent lounging around there, going to the pool for a while and ordering room service, staying as close to one another as you could.

Day two was spent around town, popping into random shops, picking up little things here and there. You blushed as Tito pulled you into a lingerie store, insisting you let him pick something for you, assuring him you’d wear it for him once you get back home.

***

It was the last night of your trip, the two of you having to leave the next morning to go home, “you finally going to let me see this dress?” Tito teased as you meticulously applied your makeup, he leaned against the doorway, his slacks loosely buttoned around his hips, shirt still unbuttoned. You glanced at him, biting your lip as you eyed him, “I’m not sure we’ll make it out of here with you looking at me like that.” You joked, seeing the way his eyes drifted up your bare legs, being covered only by a robe. “That’s fine by me too.” He hummed approaching you, placing his hands on your hips, leaning against you, placing a kiss where your shoulder met your neck. “Baby, stop, I wanna go out, and have some drinks with you, and a nice dinner.” You chastised him, lightly pushing him off of you, he pouted, stealing one quick kiss from you before going to finish getting dressed. He glanced over at you every once in a while, smiling at the way you were so focused and oblivious to him looking on.

Eventually though, you emerged and took your dress from the closet, winking at Tito as you disappeared once more to change. “Hurry up.” He complained like a child, arms crossed as he stood by the bed, impatiently waiting for you to come out. He tapped his dress shoe clad feet on the ground, looking up when he heard the turn of the knob. You slowly walked out, looking over at him with a smirk, his jaw falling slack as he eyed you up and down. The silk green dress hanging on your body perfectly, the slit showing even more of your thigh, the wide black belt snug against your waist to give you some definition, “wow, I, wow baby.” Tito stumbled over his words, drinking in the sight of you in front of him. You leaned against the wall lightly, arms behind your back as he stepped closer, cupping your jaw, tilting your head up to catch your burgundy red lips in a kiss. You lightly pushed him away as he tried to deepen the moment, “later, let’s go have fun.” You grinned up at him, wiping the small red patch off his lips, he resisted the urge to make any comments about the way you were running your thumb over his lips. “Fine.” He gave in, faking annoyance, but truthfully, he didn’t mind going out if he got to see you having fun, and that dress, god how he loved that dress on you.

“Hey, cutie, you single?” Tito asked as he walked up to you with your fresh drink, your body halting its movements to the music as you looked over at him with a giggle. “Well, no, but my boyfriend doesn’t have to know.” You winked at him, reveling in the way his eyes widened, taken back by your witty remark. “Damn, hit me right in the heart why don’t you.” He quipped. You simply shrugged, taking a sip of the drink before setting it on the high top, dinner long behind you, the drinks were flowing and your hips were moving.

It was going to be a good night.

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family holiday – a.beauvillier

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“It’s Christmas Eve!” You heard your husband’s voice through the baby monitor beside the bed, a smile worked its way to your face before you could even form a coherent thought. You rolled to the side, blinking to adjust to the light, looking at the screen and seeing Tito holding Luca on his hip as he walked around the room, gathering fresh clothes for the sixth month old baby. You grabbed the monitor, turning it off before climbing out of bed, pulling your–Tito’s shirt snug to your body to get rid of the small chill in your bones. You smiled from the hallway as you heard Tito whispering in French to Luca, something that always makes your heart swell. You pushed the door open, hearing him gasp softly, still talking to his son, “I think we woke mommy.” He cooed to him, laughing when the baby started kicking his feet, trying to get himself off the changing table that Tito had him lightly held down on. “Hang on bud.” He sighed, Luca beginning to cry as you approached them, Tito somehow getting the clothes on him quickly. “Good morning, baby boy.” You cooed, scooping him up the second Tito was done changing him, “good morning.” Tito responded cheekily. You rolled your eyes, leaning up to peck his lips, “morning.” You whispered against him, Luca hiding in your neck, sniffling dramatically. “It’s Christmas Eve!” You cheered, holding Luca up above you, watching as a smile worked its way onto his face.

“You better smile.” You grinned at him, slowly lowering him to your face, rubbing his nose with yours, eliciting a happy giggle from him as he grabbed at your face. “Breakfast?” Tito asked, kissing the top of your head followed by Luca’s. “Mhm, are you going to cook for us?” You pouted at him, turning Luca to face him too, the both of you looking at Tito expectantly. “Fine.” He gave in with a dramatic eye roll, smiling at you before walking downstairs.

***

Once you put Luca down for his afternoon nap, you were surprised when Tito grabbed a small box from under the tree, “tradition.” He reminded you, making a smile cover your face. “You told me you always opened one present on Christmas Eve, so there’s no reason we shouldn’t start doing that now. We’ll give Luca one when he gets up.” He explained, sitting beside you on the couch, pulling your legs over his lap. You took the small box from him, “I need to grab one for you.” You went to move off of him, but he stopped you, “open this first.” He hummed, squeezing your leg softly, rubbing circles with his thumb. You smiled at him, teasingly shaking the box, he laughed at you as you tore the paper off. You glanced up at him hesitantly, the velvet of the box already telling you that it was jewelry inside. You popped the lid open, tears instantly springing to your eyes, “Anthony.” You whispered, running your finger over the necklace in the box, you had a cross from your grandmother on your chain–normally, but it broke a month or so back, you hadn’t had the chance to have it fixed, and now here it was on a nice new chain, along with a small birthstone for the month Luca was born.

He was grinning like a fool at you, “do you like it?” He asked, laughing when you flung yourself at him, easily pulling him in for a kiss, his hands finding their place on your waist to steady you. “I love it, I love you.” You finally spoke once you pulled away, a couple of tears on your cheeks. “Don’t cry, ange.” He murmured, cupping your cheeks, smiling when you had a glimmer in your eyes. “Put it on for me?” You asked, already turning around on his lap, moving your hair to the side. His breath fanned over your neck as he pulled the chain around to clasp it together. He chastely kissed your neck before you let your hair fall back behind you. He watched you rush over to the tree, shifting through the presents, you pulled out the larger box from the back and he looked at you skeptically, you sat beside him, watching as he carefully opened the package, the back of the canvas was towards him and he glanced at you before flipping it over. His jaw falling slack as he looked at the blown up photo of the three of you on the day Luca was born, you in the hospital bed, looking down at him, tears in your eyes, Tito sat beside you, his hand holding the back of Luca’s head while he kissed your temple, tears of his own drying to his cheeks. “Baby.” He looked at you, “I love it.” He leaned over to kiss you, “I thought you could hang it in your office.” You hummed, gently caressing his cheek when he pulled away to look at you. “I love you.” He smiled, pecking your lips once more, “I can’t wait to put it up.”

***

“The walker?” “The jumper?” You and Tito spoke at the same time, staring at each other, unsure which gift you should put in front of the baby for him to attempt and pull the paper off of. Luca balanced on your hip as you looked to your husband, “we can do the jumper.” You caved, knowing he was beyond excited to see Luca in it. He grinned, taking Luca from you and dragging you to the living room, you slide the box to the middle of the floor, sitting beside Tito who had Luca resting on his legs, you tore a small strip of paper on the box, leaving it attached for Luca to pull on. You held the box up for him to reach and he shakily reached for it, you and Tito encouraging him when he ripped it, “keep going bub.” You smiled at him, lifting a piece for him to pull on, yelping when he tried to pull it into his mouth. Tito laughing hysterically at the look on the baby’s face at your sudden movement, “maybe we just open it for him?” Tito offered, reaching around his son to pull the remaining paper off, Luca jumping in his lap, trying to figure out what was going on. You reached for him and took him off of Tito’s lap, “and see now, because daddy wanted to open this one tonight, he gets to put it together while I give you a bath.” You spoke to Luca, smirking at Tito who was pouting, “I thought it just popped up?” He mumbled, opening the box, dumping the contents out and frowning at the unassembled jumper staring back at him. “Have fun, daddy.” You quipped, standing up with Luca and heading to the bathroom to get him ready for the night.

You came back out a little while later with Luca freshly bathed and in his pajamas for the night, smiling when you found Tito half asleep leaning his head on the side of the now built jumper, “hey, baby.” You hummed, giggling as he shot up, smiling over at you, the lights from the tree illuminating his face. You kneeled beside him, letting him take Luca and put him in the jumper, Tito had picked it himself, and he was immensely proud when you loved his choice as much as he did. You smiled as Luca looked at all the toys attached to it, reaching for them, smiling when Tito lightly pushed the seat down, showing him how it could bounce. “Look at you!” He cheered to his son, a happy smile on his face as Luca gave him a single toothed smile.

***

You snuck out of bed, Tito snoring softly beside you while Luca whined in his room, up bright and early for Christmas morning, you turned the monitor off so it wouldn’t wake Tito, you tiptoed down the hall, whispering as you walked into Luca’s room. “Merry Christmas!” You grinned at him, he was laying on his back kicking his feet with a smile. “Should we wake your daddy?” You asked him, kissing all over his face as you pulled him to your chest. He gurgled happily, wiggling in your arms as you went back to your shared bedroom, peeking in the door and Tito still fast asleep. You smiled, walking over to the bed, kneeling on it before setting Luca beside his sleeping dad. He instantly slapped his face, tugging on his hair and nose, Tito groaned, pushing on the baby’s hand. “Merry Christmas to you too, son.” He mumbled with a smile, slowly opening his eyes, smiling as Luca giggled at him. “Merry Christmas.” You murmured, leaning down to peck his lips, he hummed, keeping you in place for a moment longer. “Merry Christmas.” He repeated to you, letting you pull away. “Come on.” You huffed, tugging on his arm, Luca giggling at you as he fell back on the bed. “Luca wants to play with all the cool new toys we got him, don’t you?” You turned to your son, who looked at you blankly, Tito scooping him up and climbing off the bed, “yes he does.” He answered for him, heading for the stairs while you smiled at him. “Come on mom!” Tito called teasingly as he walked down the steps while you stood frozen there, a happy dazed look on your face, your first Christmas as a family of three. “I’m coming!” You rushed, settling in on the floor by the tree with them, relishing in the memories you and Tito will cherish forever with Luca’s first Christmas.

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Anthony Beauvillier – First Christmas

• living across the hall from Anthony Beauvillier has its perks, and thanksgiving is where it all changes •

word count: 8.6k

warnings: brief mention of death, and like two innuendos of sex (barely)

You returned from the grocery store, having an odd pep in your step despite the chaos you had just endured to get your hands on this turkey for thanksgiving in just a few short days. You looked around your apartment, sure, you had some harvest decor up, but with the way it was already so chilly outside, and the hallmark Christmas movies being a nightly routine of yours. You decided you wanted to decorate, sure, it was a little early, but you wanted the extra cheer, and you knew your family would love it when they came over for thanksgiving, your first year hosting–come to think of it, maybe you were decorating to ignore the stress of that responsibility. So you changed into some comfier clothes, slipping your fuzzy slippers on and hauling your decor out of the closet, only a few bins since it was a relatively small apartment, but your tree was your prized possession. It looked like it came out of a catalog, but still felt homey, and you adored that. You quickly changed out the wreath on the outside of the front door, you heard the elevator open as you slid the fall colored wreath off, and began struggling to get the large Christmas wreath to stay on the hook, you heard a couple of pairs of feet walking down the hall, you stole a glance.

“Hi, Anthony.” You smiled softly, he was a nice enough neighbor, always polite, sometimes he could be a little flirty, but you always brushed it off, knowing his status, you attributed it to him being able to get whatever girl he wants. “Hi, Y/N.” He responded with a small wave, holding in a chuckle as he and his friend, Mat, you think, watched you struggle. “I think that wreath is a little too big, don’t you?” Anthony finally cracked, grabbing the fall one from you, “besides, isn’t it a little early to decorate?” He added, you finally found the tie you’d weaved into the wreath and secured it to the hook. “One, it is not too big, and two, it is never too early to decorate for Christmas.” You gasped, taking the fall wreath back from him, crossing your arms dramatically, with a huff. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a tree to put up.” You smiled dramatically shutting the door, cringing when you heard the wreath fall on to the ground. A soft knock following, you looked out the peephole and saw Anthony holding it with a teasing smile. “Just put it on the hook, Anthony!” You shouted through the door, “for the last time, call me, Tito!” He groaned, putting the wreath on the hook and walking off with his friend.

***

“Mom!” You gasped into the phone the second she answered, “well happy thanksgiving to you too.” She giggled, “my oven won’t turn on!” You groaned, it was time for you to be putting the turkey in the oven, along with the green bean casserole, “is it the cooktop too? Or just the actual oven?” Your mom questioned, you scrambled to turn the burners on, watching as they glowed bright red emitting the heat instantly. “Just the oven.” You sniffled in annoyance, why couldn’t this just go right. “Oh honey, don’t cry, we can just get takeout.” She assured you, “my first time hosting and it was a huge fail.” You groaned, before an idea popped into your head, a crazy idea–but an idea nonetheless. “I’ll call you back, mom, I have an idea!” You rushed to hang up the phone. Quickly, you dabbed the tears from your eyes and smoothed out your shirt before confidently walking across the hall to the door you’d only knocked on once, and that was to ask him to keep it down. You lifted your hand and hesitated, “ok, here goes nothing.” You whispered before giving three soft knocks, you heard movement from inside, followed by the lock turning. “Y/N?” Anthony cocked his head to the side, sweatpants and a t-shirt covering his frame. “Uh, hi.” You spoke nervously, he smiled at your clearly nervous demeanor, “everything ok?” He questioned, “I thought your family was coming over today?” He added, shocking you that he even remembered that you told him that nearly two weeks ago. “Oh-uh-they are, but I have a little problem.” You rocked on your feet, he motioned for you to continue, as he leaned against the door frame. “My oven won’t turn on.” You blurted, he stared blankly at you, not picking up on what you were insinuating. “Can I use your oven? If you don’t have any plans, and you’re more than welcome to join us, it’s the least I could do, really.” You rambled, not daring to meet his eyes, he let out a soft laugh. “I hope you don’t make a dry turkey.” He opened the door, silently inviting you in. “Oh, thank you, thank you!” You cheered, resisting the urge to hug him. “You just saved my thanksgiving.” You sighed in relief, rushing over to your apartment as he laughed boyishly at your excitement. You came back with a turkey, already bagged and ready to cook, easily walking into his kitchen as his apartment mirrored yours.

You quickly set his oven to preheat to the correct temperature, taking the chance to look around, his apartment was a lot cleaner than you figured a bachelor nhl player would keep it. “Did you need any help? I’m no chef, but I think I can be of some use.” He laughed approaching you, “no, I’ve got it, thank you, again, so much.” You sighed, smiling at him. “I don’t want to impose, you know, I don’t have to join you.” He laughed a little nervously. Your eyes shot up at him, “you wouldn’t be imposing! It’s the least I could do, you’re lending me your kitchen for goodness sakes.” You gasped, feeling your phone buzz in your pocket, your mom asking if you figured anything out. You quickly told her you got it under control, and that your neighbor would be joining you, to which she simply sent a thumbs up. “So who am I then? The crazy neighbor next door that let a girl use his kitchen to cook? That’s a long title to introduce.” Anthony quipped, sitting on the edge of his counter, legs dangling in front of the cabinet. “No, you’re Tito, the nice guy across the hall.” You shrugged, missing the way his lips turned up at the use of his nickname. “Wow, you can actually listen.” He joked, you blushed under his gaze, “don’t get used to it, you're doing me a favor, I figured I’d use your nickname for once.” You teased lightly, watching the way he threw his head back in laughter. “Oh my god, you didn’t have any plans did you?” The thought suddenly hit you, he shook his head, “no, I’m off today, figured I’d be lazy, but who am I to turn down good food.” He spoke softly, watching as guilt flashed in your eyes, “don’t worry about it, Y/N. It’ll be fun, I’ve never met a girls parents that I wasn’t dating.” He joked, earning an eye roll from you. “Who’s coming?” He tilted his head to the side again, asking the question with a small hint of concern, for some reason unknown to him, he wanted to leave a good impression, even if he just was ‘Tito the nice guy across the hall’.

You let out a nervous laugh, “my mom, dad, grandma, uncle, my brother, sister in law and two nieces.” With every name you listed off his eyes grew wider, “oh.” He laughed softly, at least I’m good with kids, he thought to himself. Surely that would be an easy way to impress your family. “Oh, and you should know, my grandma doesn’t really speak English.” You added, grimacing when his face fell, “she speaks Italian, but she’ll try to talk in English for you.” You explained, nervously shrugging, the oven finally being warm enough for the turkey, you slid it in, setting a timer on the oven and your phone, “um, so I’ll just come back when it’s time to put the green beans in?” You asked, shifting awkwardly. “I’ll leave the door unlocked for you.” Tito smiled, “thank you, Tito.” You responded, walking past him as you felt his eyes on you, “anytime, Y/N.”

Two hours later and here you were walking into his apartment with a casserole dish full of green beans, you didn’t see him in the living room, so you assumed he was in his room, you simply went to the oven, adding the green beans to the lower rack, smiling at how well the turkey was cooking, your family would be here in about an hour, and you had the mashed potatoes, gravy and anything else ready to be cooked on your stovetop. You were setting a new timer when you heard footsteps, Tito standing frozen in the hallway, a towel wrapped low around his hips. “Oh, I’m sorry!” You gasped looking away when you eyed him for too long. “It’s ok, sorry, I didn’t know you were out here.” He apologized, laughing nervously as he turned, being sure to hold his towel tightly in place, you stole a glance as he rushed back down the hall, you knew he was attractive, but he was even more so than you thought. He came back out a moment later with jeans on as he buttoned up a short sleeve shirt, his chain laying against his chest, you bit your lip at the sight before coming to your senses. “You clean up nice, Beauvillier.” You teased, watching as his eyes snapped up at the use of his last name. He smirked, “so you did look me up.” He pointed out, watching as you blushed bright red under his gaze. “Me? No, I would never.” You joked, “listen, I had to make sure my new neighbor wasn’t a serial killer.” You defended, earning a deep chuckle from him, something that was quickly becoming your new favorite sound. “I thought you weren’t a hockey fan.” He reminded you, this time instead of smirking when you blushed, he smiled, if he had even a part of the reason why you were suddenly watching hockey, it made him happy. “I watch your games, that’s it.” You admitted, “really?” He gasped, walking towards the kitchen, peeking through the window on the oven door, “looks good.” He added, smoothing out his shirt. He looked over your outfit, “is the dress code sweatpants?” He teased, only then did you realize you were still in your house clothes. “No,” you paused to laugh, “I’m going to go get ready now, I’ll be back for those when the timer goes off!” You called already making your way out the door. “Have fun!” Tito called in response as you shut his front door, a smile lingering on his face.

The timer on your phone went off and you silently cursed as you were trying to get the zipper up on the simple burgundy dress you put on, of course, it was just family there was no reason to dress up, but it was a tradition really, all of you always put on something at least a little nicer. You turned the timer off on your phone and rushed across the hall, walking right in, like this was a normal occurrence, Tito was in the kitchen pulling the pans out of the oven for you. “Thank you.” You sighed in relief, afraid the green beans would’ve started to burn by now, he finally looked over at you, his eyes lingering on the dress. “Yeah-“ he cleared his throat, “yeah no problem.” He stood up straight, shutting the oven door. “Uh, do you mind zipping this for me?” You asked sheepishly, sweeping your hair over one shoulder, he nodded and you turned your back to him, feeling goosebumps litter your skin as he pulled the zipper up slowly, his breath fanning over the back of your neck. “There you go.” He whispered, hesitating to step away, but so did you, finally you heard commotion out in the hall and realized your family must be outside your door, “thank you.” You cleared your throat, all but jumping away from him. You each grabbed pot holders and began making your way to the door, somehow you opened it with your elbow, smiling at your family that was huddled around the door. “It’s open, go on in.” You encouraged them, seeing the way they looked at Tito behind you. They pushed open the door to your apartment, your nieces instantly rushing to the couch where they knew you’d have a Christmas movie set up for them to watch, your dad held the door open for everyone as you filed in, “thanks.” You sighed, rushing to the kitchen to set down the green beans, Tito right behind you, desperate to set down the turkey that was growing heavier by the second.

You scrambled around to introduce everyone to Anthony, to which he kept saying, “call me Tito.” And everyone chuckled, your grandma whispered to you, once she heard his name, asking if he was Italian, you giggled and told her no. She grumbled, making her way to her seat but still being kind nonetheless.

Your dad helped you cut the turkey, asking question after question about Tito, “I’m not dating him, stop it. He just let me use his oven.” You snapped lightly, your dad nudged you with his shoulder, “well then don’t get so defensive.” He teased, washing his hands after finally getting the turkey carved.

You looked out into the living room, seeing your brother and Tito talking like they were the best of friends, your nieces occasionally walking up to him and asking something. You smiled at the sight, your mother catching your gaze, “he’s cute.” She commented, you shot her a look, “what? I’m just making a statement.” She put her hands up in defense, laughing when you sighed, knowing she was implying more than that. “Time to eat!” You called, everyone forming a line through the kitchen, you laughed at the site, saving yourself for last. You grabbed a plate and stood behind your grandma, Anthony glanced and saw the two of you, he frowned and moved behind you. “What are you doing? You can go before me.” You whispered, he shook his head, “ladies first.” He mumbled, placing a hand on your back when you went to move around him. “Are you sure?” You questioned, moving forward as your grandma did, “positive.” He whispered, watching as your grandma turned to the two of you. “Y/N, puoi fare il mio piatto, tesoro? Sono stanco.”(can you make my plate, sweetheart? I’m tired.) She asked solemnly, “si, vai a sederti, un po 'di tutto?” (Yes, go sit, a little of everything?) you responded, setting your plate down and taking the one from her, she nodded, hobbling over to the table with her cane. You frowned to yourself, “sorry, let me just make her plate real quick.” You apologized to Tito, he shook his head, “no rush.” He smiled softly, going as far as to take her plate from you and bring it to her when you were done, so you could make your own.

You smiled when he returned, “thank you, you didn’t have to.” You whispered, again, he placed a hand on your back, this time you felt his thumb move back and forth for a moment, “it’s ok, I don’t mind.” He assured you, patiently waiting until you were done to make his plate and join everyone at the table, of course, the only seat being open was next to you. Dinner went on perfectly, everyone having a good time and chatting, you definitely took notice to how much your nieces liked Tito, the sight along warming your heart. By the time the night was over, you’d had a couple glasses of wine, your face shaded pink from the alcohol, and your family was making their way out while Tito lingered behind, “let me help you clean up.” He insisted, “no!” You refused, he’d done to much already. “Y/N.” He deadpanned, “Anthony.” You mimicked, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’ve done too much, I can’t let you do this.” You added, pushing him out of your kitchen, he chuckled, letting you think you were actually moving him, when we all know he was just walking himself. “You’re very stubborn.” He pointed out when you reached your doorway. You rolled your eyes, hesitating for a moment, you pushed up on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “thank you, Tito. It was nice having you over.” You whispered, leaning away, but still staying close to his face, god, how he wanted to kiss your wine stained lips, and stay with you even if it meant washing dishes together, he just found you contagious–and he wanted more. But he didn’t kiss your lips, he didn’t want to scare you off, he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, your eyes fluttered shut at the delicate action, you wanted to melt into his arms and tell him to never stop. “Goodnight, Y/N.” He mumbled, and just like that he was back across the hall in his own apartment, leaving you there to touch your forehead, shocked that he had just done that, little did you know he was doing the same to where your leftover lipstick stained his cheek.

***

It was the weekend after thanksgiving and you were anxiously waiting for it to be time for the islanders game, despite there still being a couple of hours until then, there was a soft knock on your door and you walked over, looking through the peephole but seeing no one, you opened the door, looking to see if you’d gotten a package and you couldn’t help but laugh as you saw an islanders jersey folded on your door mat, a note on top of it, what you didn’t know was Tito was watching you through the peephole of his apartment door. A smile covering his face as you bent down to grab the material, hugging it to your body as you read the note,

“Hopefully this fuels on your new hockey obsession!”

You let out a genuine laugh, glancing over at his door, shaking your head with a laugh, you unfolded the jersey, smile widening when you saw his name sprawled across the back.

You changed into it when you got inside, smiling at how the material was baggy on your frame, you laughed softly, taking a mirror photo, daring maybe, but you had gotten his number after thanksgiving, so you figured, why not use it. You sent the photo,

“It fits like a glove–a very oversized baggy glove”

He read the message nearly instantly, making your heart race,

“I think it looks better on you than it does on me”

“Are you flirting with me, Tito?”

His response was quick,

“So you finally noticed.”

“Good luck tonight! I’ll be rooting for you”

You locked your phone after you sent your response, looking up in your mirror to see your red cheeks looking back at you. A fluttering feeling in your stomach at the thought of him even being remotely interested in you. Making your way into the kitchen, a thought popped into your headed, you had already planned on doing some baking, why not make a few extra for the cute guy across the hall, you laughed to yourself but started your adventure, setting aside a mix of cookies for him, you’d bring them and leave them on his doorstep when the game was over, so they wouldn’t be sitting out there for too long. You changed the TV to the hockey channel, listening to them talk about what was to come while you baked, your ears perking up everytime they mentioned Anthony. The time flew and before you knew it the game was over, the islanders winning by only one point, but it was still a win, you grabbed the container, sticking a post it note to the top,

“I’m free on Friday.”

Daring, most definitely, but you felt bold, a connection between the two of you that you thought only happened in movies. You set the tin on his doormat, knowing he wasn’t home yet, but still you smiled, making your way back home and giving one last glance to the Christmas themed container sitting there.

When you woke up, you were surprised to see two messages from Tito, a smile forcing its way onto your face.

“I’ll pick you up at five on Friday, dress warm”

“Holy shit, Y/N, these cookies are amazing!”

You laughed at his second message,

“See you then!”

A giddy feeling filling your stomach at the thought of what you would be doing Friday.

***

Friday came quicker than you thought it would, which was a win in your book, you were finishing up the laces on your boots when Anthony knocked on your door. You stood up, giving yourself one more look in the mirror, your outfit was nothing special, skinny jeans, a pretty blouse that was currently being covered by your thick coat, a blush scarf around your neck, and the boots with a small heel on them, but you looked good. You opened the door, smiling at Anthony, “hi.” You spoke, watching him give you a once over, “hi.” He repeated, pulling flowers out from behind his back, “oh, they’re so pretty!” You gasped, taking them from his outstretched hand, “thank you.” You added as he followed you inside as you went to put them in a vase before you left. “Of course.” He grinned, “you look beautiful.” He added, you glanced down at your outfit and back at him, seeing nothing but sincerity in his eyes, “you clean up pretty well yourself.” You laughed, looking at his dark jeans and long tan coat, a black scarf around his neck. “I try.” He posed, making you laugh when you glanced over at him. “Where are we going?” You questioned, setting the vase on the counter, flipping the lights off as you made your way towards him. “It’s a surprise.” He retorted, following behind you, “oooh, a surprise.” You smiled at him, “it’s going to be kind of a long car ride though, I hope you don’t mind.” He suddenly looked nervous, “that’s ok, I can make small talk with you, Tito.” You teased softly, not feeling nervous for this date at all, it was easy to be around him.

The car ride was long, but you quickly figured out you were going into the city, a smile gracing your face when you found out why, “you didn’t.” You gasped as the car pulled to a stop at the side of the road, the Rockefeller tree just to the left of you, “I did.” He smiled happily, following you as you rushed to climb out of the car, “Anthony, this is too much. You didn’t have to bring me all the way out here.” You suddenly felt guilty as he paid for the ride, that couldn’t have been cheap. “Shush, I wanted to, I wanted it to be special.” He mumbled sheepishly, you hugged your coat tighter to yourself, smiling up at him. “I love it.” You assured him, pulling your gloves on your hands, him doing the same before making the move to lace your fingers together, you didn’t hesitate to do it, smiling at the way your hand fit in his. “I figured we could go skating, and maybe grab something to eat if you’re hungry.” He explained, watching the way your eyes lit up as you looked at the giant tree, you nodded wordlessly, “yes, yeah, whatever you want to do.” You breathed out, eyes focused on the tree in front of you, “I haven’t been able to come see this in years.” You added, glancing over at him to find him staring right at you, “it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You asked, looking back to the tree, and seeing the people down below skating around the rink, “it’s gorgeous.” He answered, barely looking at the tree before stepping closer to you. “I should tell you now, I’m definitely not the best skater.” You laughed nervously, watching as a couple down on the ice struggled to skate together. “That’s ok, I think I can manage.” He joked, laughing when you rolled your eyes, “don’t be a show off, it’s not attractive.” You retorted, smiling when he squeezed your hand a little tighter as a brush of wind came through, your hair flipping in front of your face. He pushed it back, leaving his hand in your cheek for a minute, “what do you say? You gonna show me those skating skills.” He spoke, moving his hand away, you shivered at the loss of contact, “yeah.” You whispered, allowing him to lead the way.

“Anthony!” You shrieked when he dropped your hand as you got on the ice, “I’m right here.” He laughed, skating backwards slowly in front of you, “stop.” You pouted, reaching out for his hands as you struggled to catch your footing, it’s been a long time since you’d done this. “I won’t let you fall.” He assured you, grabbing your hands as you looked panicked. “I got you.” He added, meeting your eyes, the smile on his face being contagious as you looked at him. “Promise?” You teased, slowly pushing off on your skates, he easily met your pace, glancing behind him every once in a while. “Promise.” He spoke sincerely, rubbing his thumbs over the tops of your hands as you slowly became more confident in your abilities. “How embarrassing, I’m on a date with Long Island royalty and I can barely skate.” You joked, he shook his head, releasing one of your hands and moving to be beside you, “I’m not royalty, and you’re doing good babe.” The word fell from his mouth, he looked away in embarrassment. “Thanks.” You giggled, easing his nerves, gripping him harder when you came up to the curve, he laughed, easily guiding you, and he was right, he didn’t let you fall once. On the ice at least.

You were walking down the sidewalk, to a little restaurant on the corner, when your boot hit a patch of icy snow, your foot swinging up and out from under you, Anthony’s hold on your hand not doing much but keeping you from fully smacking your head on the sidewalk. You yelped as your butt landed hard on the cement, your shoulders following but thankfully keeping your head up. “Shit, Y/N, are you ok?” Anthony was kneeling beside you instantly, helping you sit up, “are you ok?” He asked again, brushing your arms off, you nodded stifling back a laugh at his concern, also using it to hide the pain you were feeling on your butt. “Ouch,” you whispered, standing up with his help, brushing off your legs, “yeah, I’m fine.” You spoke, catching his concerned gaze. “I’m sorry, oh my god.” He laughed nervously, you shrugged, “it’s not your fault.” You assured him, walking off the pain, laughing when he walked a lot closer to you this time. “Do you still want to go eat? I can just take you home.” He rushed, seeing the small limp in your walk, “no, no, I want to go eat, don’t worry.” You turned to him, resting a hand on his chest, “I’m ok, promise.” You whispered, the wind coming through again, blowing his scarf up a little, covering his jaw, you pushed it down, letting your hand linger there. You pushed yourself up, his hands going to your waist to steady you as he brushed his lips against yours. “Kiss me.” You breathed out, his lips on yours a second later, he moved one of his hands to your cheek, rubbing it affectionately, sighing into the kiss. You finally pulled away to breathe, a smile on your face, your eyes opening slowly to find him already smiling down at you. “So, food?” He asked, watching as you tipped your head back in laughter, you couldn’t help but steal another quick kiss, “food, but I’m paying.” You demanded, he’d already paid for so much, there was no way you were letting him pay for food too. “What? No!” He gasped, walking beside you, an arm over your shoulders, “no I’m paying.” He deadpanned, “you paid for skating, and the ride up here.” You reminded him, and he looked at you with raised brows, “so?” He quipped, “that’s too much!” You whined, looking up at him with a pout, “no it’s not!” He groaned, “just let me be a gentleman.” He demanded, teasingly rolling his eyes at you.

“Fine, then I’m paying for the next date.” You gave in, and he smiled at you, “so you’re saying there will be another date?” He teased, you nodded, “at least so I can pay for it.” You giggled, blushing at his next response, “oh, I think there will be a lot more than just two dates.”

***

You stepped out of the elevator as it dinged, of course, of course Tito had to be getting ready for a game right now, you wiped at the tears on your face, wishing you could see your boyfriend of only a couple of weeks, the two of you being inseparable whenever you were both not working, thankfully your schedule was pretty set in stone so you always knew when you’d be off. You took a shaky breath as you struggled to unlock your front door, mind racing at what just happened, your grandma going to the hospital for a simple nose bleed, unable to get it to stop, to now, her being moved into a hospice center because her heart was failing. It all happened so quick, you’d spent the whole day by her side, calling out of work the second your mom called and told you what happened. You finally got the key in your door, letting the tears fall freely again, your phone ringing in your pocket, you were afraid to check it. You shakily pulled it out, unsure if you should be relieved or nervous that Tito was calling you. They were about to play the rangers, and you knew it was a big deal, but you couldn’t make it to the game, you had completely forgotten that he was going to call you beforehand.

“Hello?” You tried to speak evenly into the phone, “hi, baby.” Tito breathed out, his nerves melting away as he heard your voice, the pet names came easy for him, the second you two decided that you were really going to do this, he hardly used your name anymore. You were a little slow to use them on him, not used to having a guy that adored you that much. “Are you getting ready for the game?” You asked, thankful that he hadn’t caught on to your slightly rough voice. “Yes, I just wanted to call you first. You’re going to watch right?” He asked jokingly, of course you were going to watch. “Of course I am, I’m going to get my jersey right now.” You laughed softly, enjoying the soothing sound of his voice. “Will you be home tonight?” You asked, thinking maybe you might try and stay up to see him. “Yeah, I shouldn’t be too late, we’ll be coming home right after.” He explained shortly, you heard some people talking in the background. “I’ve gotta go, I’ll talk to you later.” He spoke softly, “good luck, babe.” You mumbled, those words being the best thing he’d heard all day. “Thank you.” And with that, you hung up the phone.

You showered the stress of your day away, slipping into the jersey and a pair of leggings, settling in on your couch, flipping to the channel for the game, indulging in a bowl of ice cream as it started. Your phone lit up, once again, except this time it was your mom, and not Tito, your breathing hitched, you waited until the last second to answer the call. “Hi, mom.” You whispered, her muffled sniffles telling you all you need to know. “I’m sorry.” You sighed, letting your own tears fall silently, “do you want me to come back to the city?” You asked her, having just made the exhausting trip back out here. “No, you need to rest, honey. I’ll call you in the morning with the details.” She sighed, your father talking to her in the background, “I love you.” She added, “I love you too mom.” You mumbled, hanging up the phone, looking up to the TV screen as the second period began, you curled further into the couch, watching the game, but not really watching as your mind wandered.

When the game finished, you were still wide awake, and you knew sleep wouldn’t be coming over you anytime soon. So you did what popped into your mind, you slipped on some fuzzy Christmas socks, and went and sat in front of Tito’s door, resting your head on your arms that held your knees tucked up under your chin. You knew it would still be an hour or so until he was home, but you didn’t care, you wanted–you needed to see him. But what you didn’t expect was that you’d end up getting hit with exhaustion as you sat leaning against the door, you buried your face in your arms, hair falling to the side.

When Tito stepped off the elevator, he had his eyes on his phone, concerned as you hadn’t answered his texts, then he looked over at his door, stopping in his tracks as he saw you asleep, a pout being pushed on your lips from how you were laying against your arms. He could tell you had been crying, he slipped his phone back into his pocket, taking a few large steps over to you, he unlocked his door before waking you up. He kneeled on the ground in front of you, running a hand through your hair. “Y/N?” He spoke softly, not wanting to scare you. “Baby.” He spoke again, gently placing a hand on your shoulder, you stirred, wincing as you lifted your head, a kink in your neck from sleeping like that. “Tito?” You croaked out, a fresh set of tears brimming, “hey, shh, what’s wrong?” He murmured, cupping your cheeks. “My grandma.” You sniffled, looking at him with wide eyes, his face fell. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, knowing now wasn’t the time to ask questions, if you wanted to talk about it, you would. “Can I come inside?” You mumbled, leaning into his hands as he wiped under your eyes, “of course you can.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before helping you to your feet. He pushed his door open, holding it in place for you to step inside, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to greet you like this.” You sighed, wiping at your eyes, he shook his head, pulling you in for a hug. “Don’t apologize, it’s alright.” He shushed you, running a hand over your hair, “did you want to stay here tonight?” He offered, “not like that, obviously, unless you want that–if you don’t want to be alone, I don’t know.” He stuttered over his words, you silenced him with a kiss, a hand going into his hair. “Please.” You whimpered, barely pulling away, “please what?” He breathed out, rubbing your back, “please, both.” You pulled him back in, allowing him to guide you to his bedroom.

When you woke up the next morning, you had to take a second to remember what exactly happened, but it all came rushing back when you heard Tito snore softly from behind you. His hand resting on your stomach, arm draped over your side, you didn’t regret what happened at all, but you still felt a little self conscious as you realized you only had on a shirt and underwear. You rolled to face him, smiling at the peaceful look on his face, you reached up to push his hair from his forehead, leaning in closer to him, feeling him squeeze you a little tighter at the action. “Good morning.” He whispered, voice raspy, the tips of his fingers slipping under the shirt to rub circles into your skin. “Good morning.” You repeated, sighing as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “how are you?” He murmured, keeping his eyes on yours, “better.” You answered truthfully, fluttering your eyes shut when nudged your nose with his, kissing you quickly. “I’ve got a question.” He announced, smiling when you hummed, resting your head on his chest as he rolled to his back, “the Islanders have a Christmas event coming up, and I wanted to know if you would go with me?” He sounded nervous, you pressed a chaste kiss to his neck, “of course I’ll go, but isn’t that kind of a big deal to bring me?” You whispered, picking at the sheet hanging over his hips. “I wouldn’t want to bring anyone else.” His words made your heart skip a beat, you sat up, looking at him with a grin. “I’ll need help picking something to wear.” You spoke, making his nerves melt away, “I think I can help with that.” He winked.

***

“Oh–wow, you look, wow.” Tito gasped as you opened your door, the dark emerald dress looking even better than he remembered, “it’s not too much, right?” You questioned, afraid you’d be to over dressed, but that should really be a concern, considering he was in a tuxedo. “No, baby, it’s perfect, you look phenomenal.” He pulled you in for a quick kiss, “thank you, handsome.” You whispered, lacing your hand with his, pulling your coat on, “can you believe Christmas is only a week away!” Tito gasped, watching as your face lit up, “I know, I’m excited!” You cheered, “but I’m nervous to meet your family.” You added, stepping into the elevator, he furrowed his brows, “don’t be nervous, they’ll love you.” He gave you a reassuring squeeze, “don’t add any more pressure, now I’ll be upset if they don’t love me.” You giggled, watching as his skin flushed under your gaze, he just gave you a subtle eye roll and a kiss to your hairline before guiding you to the taxi.

Walking into the event only made you feel further out of place. Tito quickly introduced you to some of the other girls so you at least had someone else to speak with, but you still stayed glued to his side for a while, uneasy about the setting. “Are you alright?” He whispered as you nursed the champagne flute you’d picked up right away, you shot him a smile, “yeah, I’m alright, I’ll go sit with the girls, you go do what you have to do, yeah?” You offered, he hesitated before he nodded, sending you off with a delicate kiss. You took your spot with the other ladies, quickly bonding with Sydney, your personalities meshing instantly. “How long have you known Tito?” She asked, resting her jaw in her hand, “six months?” You answered, doing the math mentally, “yeah, I met him the day I moved in, but we didn’t really start talking until thanksgiving.” You added, watching as she looked at you with wide eyes, “wait, really?” She gaped at you, making you concerned, “is something wrong?” You questioned, glancing behind her as her husband approached. “He’s been talking about you since before thanksgiving, I just assumed you two had been dating this whole time.” She explained, Matt raising his eyebrows from behind her, nodding in agreement. “Oh.” You shifted in your seat, feeling put on the spot, “that’s a good thing, I promise!” Sydney assured you, Matt resting a hand on her shoulder, startling her. “Yeah, he’s totally in love with you.” Matt shrugged, making you choke on your drink, he clearly hadn’t heard the length of your relationship, Sydney elbowed him lightly, whispering in his ear and he went wide eyed. “Oops?” His voice went up an octave, sitting down beside his wife. “I mean it’s fine, right? It’s not like he’s rushing you.” Matt tried to mend the situation but it only made you feel more pressure, like you had to feel the same way right now, and you knew you would in time, the relationship between the two of you building so quickly, it felt like you knew him for years. But knowing he was so seemingly in love with you already, made you nervous, like somehow you’d scare him off. “Excuse me.” You stood up abruptly, needing to get some space, “good going, Matt!” You heard Sydney chastise her husband as you walked off, in search of anywhere that wasn’t crowded with people.

You rounded the corner and spotted a relatively empty hallway, leaning against the wall you let out a deep breath, calming yourself, you stayed like that for a few minutes before deciding to go find Tito before he began to worry. When you walked back towards the table you saw him sitting beside your seat, he didn’t seem nervous at all, so you’re assuming Sydney covered for you. Another deep breath as you approached, putting a smile on your face when you reached them, “hi.” You smiled at your boyfriend, smoothing your dress as you sat down. “Hi, baby.” He rested a hand on your knee under the table, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. Sydney shot you a wink when he wasn’t looking and you let out a breath of relief, the rest of the night going off without a hitch.

***

“It is not funny!” You whined as you were helping Tito decorate his tree last minute, his exact words were “if I don’t have a tree for Christmas my mom just might kill me” you laughed at his dramatics, but you agreed to help, knowing it would be a good time together. “It is funny.” He retorted, helping you pick the garland flakes from your hair, he thought it would be entertaining to pull some off of the extra strands and throw it at you. It’s safe to say you weren’t amused. “I thought you’d like it, Christmas is your favorite holiday after all.” He teased, kissing your pout, laughing when you pulled him back in. “If you keep that up we’ll never finish this tree.” He mumbled against you, his hands sliding down your back. “Ah-ah, no, we have to finish, your parents are coming tomorrow.” You tsked, laughing when he gave you a quick pat anyways, “I didn’t say anything about after.” You reminded him, giving him an incentive to finish decorating. “Oh, it’s on.” He rushed over to what you had deemed his side of the tree, “whoever finishes last has to make dinner.” He smirked, and you just gave him a blank stare, “we both know if you lose you’re just going to order takeout.” You laughed at him, to which he nodded in agreement, pushing his glasses up his nose, smiling at you as you stood on your side of the tree. “Three, two, one!” You counted down, the tree was already lit and you’d already done the garland so now it was only placing ornaments, and you knew you’d beat him at it.

He was sloppily hanging them to fill the gaps in the tree, meanwhile you were taking your time–carefully placing each ornament, the prettiest sides out, and you still finished before him, he looked at you flabbergasted when you stepped back and announced your completion. “How are you? Oh my god.” He looked at your side of the tree, seeing the ornaments perfectly adorning your side of the tree. “How do you do that?” He pouted, pulling you over to his side to help, “I’m gonna go order Chinese.” He mumbled, kissing your cheek, sending you into a fit of giggles as you blended the two sides of the tree together. You heard him talking on the phone, rambling off some numbers from the menu, you giggled to yourself, thinking of how many times he’s called the restaurant. You took a moment, looking at the photo of Anthony and his brother as a child on an ornament, shocked by the amount of sentimental ones he had. You looked around the tree, taking the time now to admire it, your fingers running over the ornaments, you spotted one that was facing the wrong way, you took it off the tree and turned it to face you, gasping softly at the framed ornament of you and Tito from your first date, a picture you’d take in front of the Rockefeller tree before making your way back to your apartment. “That was supposed to be a surprise.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, “well then you shouldn't have put it on the tree when you know your girlfriend is a perfectionist.” You sighed, leaning into his hold, he hugged you a little tighter, “that’s one of the reasons I-“ his voice dropped off, you glanced back at him, carefully hanging the ornament back on the tree, he stayed frozen in place as you turned to face him.

“Babe, it’s one of the reasons you what?” You whispered, arms wrapping around his neck, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. “You can say it.” You added after he stayed silent, staring at you intently. “It’s one of the reasons I love you.” He all but breathed out, you tugged him in for a kiss, he sighed in relief, pulling you impossibly closer, “I love you, Anthony.” You mumbled, he rolled his eyes at the use of his name. “I love you, oh god I can finally say it.” He grinned, pulling you along with him to the couch, you laughed as he laid you down on it, “we’ve got food coming, bub.” You laughed, tilting your head to the side as he kissed down your neck. “It’s snowing, they’ll be slow, we’ve got time.” He muttered against you, smiling when you laughed at his words, but you made no effort to stop him.

Christmas Eve was here, and so were Tito’s parents, you could hear them the second you stepped out of your apartment, your stomach twisting into a knot. Your hand lifting to knock on the door, you could hear Tito chuckle from inside, “come in!” He called, exactly what you told him not to do. “Hello!” You spoke loudly into the apartment, pushing the door open, instantly met with Tito’s bright blue eyes looking over from the kitchen, his parents turning from their spot on the stools at the island. You smiled kindly at them, making your way over to them, “hi, I’m Y/N.” You held your hand out for his mother, who scoffed and stood, pulling you into a hug, relief rushing over you at her mind gesture. His dad did the same, “it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. We’ve heard so much about you.” He spoke softly, much like Tito would do sometimes. You walked around to greet your boyfriend quickly, also sticking the wine you brought into the chiller. “All good things, I hope.” You joked, earning a scoff from Tito as he checked on the food he was cooking. “Only good things.” His mom assured, smiling when her son kissed the side of your head in passing. You fell into easy conversation with them, all four of you laughing throughout the day, you were grateful to get this time with them today, considering tomorrow you would be an hour away visiting your own family. Of course, Tito was a little disappointed, but it was all still new to you guys, and you hadn’t had time to plan accordingly, but you swore up and down you’d go straight to his apartment when you got home Christmas night, the two of you saving your gifts for then.

“I’ll be right back!” Tito called to his parents, walking you across the hall, much to your laughter filled dismay. “Wow, look, I made it safely, all thanks to you.” You teased him, he let out a breathy laugh, leaning down to kiss you. “I love you.” He murmured, “Merry Christmas, baby.” He added, not wanting to let go of you. “Merry Christmas, bubs.” You grinned, “I love you too.” You added, giving him a few more short pecks, “I’ll see you tomorrow night.” You assured him, “and then you get to give me my gift.” You teased, finally getting a genuine smile out of him. “Mhm, can’t wait.” He gave you one more peck before forcing himself to go into his apartment, shooting you a wink as he shut the door. This boy would be the death of you.

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You stepped off the elevator, arms full of the gifts you’d been given by your family earlier today, you were happily surprised to see Tito already standing outside your door. “Want some help?” He teased, taking a couple of items from you, “Merry Christmas.” You giggled, unlocking your door, “Merry Christmas.” He repeated, a grin covering his face as he walked in, your present from him being dragged along as well. You set down the items on your table before turning to your boyfriend, greedily kissing him, “if they asked me where you were one more time I would’ve gone insane.” You groaned, he laughed pulling away from you. “Sorry baby.” He murmured, kissing all over your face, laughing at your protests. “Can I give you your gift first?” You asked giddily, he nodded and set your present down on the coffee table as you told him to sit on the couch. He listened and smiled when you pulled the single box out from under the tree, running over to him like a little kid. You sat beside him, eyeing him as he shook the box, “just open it!” You whined, nudging his shoulder, he pulled your legs across his lap before tearing open the small box. You watched him raise an eyebrow as he popped it open, it was possibly a silly gift, but you figured with the amount of times he had to wear a suit for work, why not give him a little something. He grinned, looking at the cuff links, them being shaped as the number 14, your apartment number, “I love it.” Tito whispered, leaning over to kiss you, “thank you, baby.” He smiled, before handing you yours, it was quite large, but very thin, leaving you confused.

You eyed him, “I saw you looking at them…” he trailed off as you peeled the paper away, your hand shooting to your mouth. A framed poster of the stars, not from the night of thanksgiving, or even your first date, but from the day you moved in. “Tito.” You gasped, tracing over the date with your fingers. “Baby, this is so sweet, thank you so much.” You carefully set it down on the table, moving to straddle him. “I love it, I love you.” You smiled, his arms wrapping around your back, pulling you flush against him.

“I love you, Y/N. The first Christmas of many more to come.”

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[matbarzyy]

Can you write 9 and 10 with Anthony Beauilliver🖤

Anon: “Can you do 9 with Anthony Beau?!”

A/N: I am so in love with him, it’s kind of an obsession, so I hope you’ll like what came out of this. The prompts were “Let me show you why you should stay in bed.” and “If you think I’m not sleeping on your chest all night, you’re wrong.”

Word count: 1787 (I got carried away)

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“Cuddles?” You asked Tito when he slid into his side of the bed.

“When do I not want to cuddle?” He smiled and opened his arms for you to come closer.

“I don’t know,” you said with a slight shrug. “This is still kinda new, we’ve only shared a bed when we were drunk.”

Anthony was your best friend before anything. You had met years ago in Canada and both moved to New York when he joined the Islanders, so it only made sense to get a place together. You went to university, so you were always there even when he travelled, but you spent as much of your time together as possible when he was home.

The shift from best friends to roommates had changed a lot in your relationship. You bickered a lot more than you used to, but you also became closer than you ever thought you would. Knowing his habits when you were younger was one thing, but both of your lives were different now and being together all the time taught you a lot about him.

“Yeah, and we were drunk so many times,” Tito recalled every party he went to with you.

Every time you made it home together, you’d crash in one of the bedrooms together. Sometimes it was to talk and laugh like idiots, others it was because one of you drank a little too much and needed comfort when emptying their stomachs in the toilet.

“It’s nice that we don’t have to be to sleep together now.” You rested your forearms on his chest and looked up at him with a smile.

“And it’s nice that I get to introduce you as my girlfriend to everyone now.” He looked down at you with an equal amount of love in his eyes, one of his hands on your back and the other finding your cheek.

“And it’s nice that we can do this now.” You lifted yourself to go place a kiss on his lips.

You both had stupid grins on your faces when you settled back down, your cheek resting on his chest and his hands slowly tracing up and down your spine.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable like this?” Tito got worried you’d want your space or a pillow to rest your head on, but you shook your head.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting for years to be with you, so if you think I’m not sleeping on your chest all night, you’re wrong.” You kissed over his heart before finally adjusting yourself and letting your muscles relax. “Is it comfortable for you?”

“The closer, the better,” he admitted. “Maybe we’ll grow out of it, but for now I feel like you. I’ve been in love with you for the longest time, I don’t ever want to let you go.”

With another few I love you’s exchanged, you both closed your eyes and let your breathings settled together. There was something soothing about being this close. You could hear Tito’s heartbeat, a regular, steady sound that helped you relax while he was drowned in the warmth of your body. It was your bed, so Tito could smell you on the bed sheets, and your nose was so close to his skin that you could still catch the faint smell of his shower gel.

It was easy and intimate, something you both needed as you built your relationship to yet another level. Neither of you doubted the most beautiful things could come out of this, but it would need a little bit of effort and a lot of working through layers of awkwardness.

“What are you doing?” Tito’s raspy morning voice reached you just before his hands did. He had woken up as soon as the cold air hit his chest, and his reaction was immediate. He sat up and grabbed you to pull you back against him before you could get out of bed.

“I was going to make breakfast,” you chuckled.

“Fuck breakfast, and fuck getting up,” he grumbled, voice a little rougher than normal.

“Come on, we could be doing so many things today, we just have to get up and we can go for a nice walk.” You patted his bicep and once again tried to push yourself up, but Tito wasn’t having it.

“I know how you think. You’re all about enjoying every day and doing all sorts of fun things, and I love that about you, but also, fuck that.” He reversed the position and pinned you on your back on the mattress, grinning at your surprised gasp. “Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

“W-what are you doing?” Your cheeks heated up when you felt him dropping his weight to his hips between your legs.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” Tito laughed from deep in his chest, his forearms on either side of your head so that he could hold himself up. “I’m just showing you what kind of fun things we could be doing without even getting out of this bed.” He rolled his hips to punctuate his words, and your eyes widened in panic.

“How the fuck are you… how the fuck are you so chill about all of this?” You tried your best not to stutter, but having to restart your sentence did nothing to ease your nervousness.

To hide yourself, you wrapped your arms around his torso so that he’d come chest to chest with you. Your face ended up buried in his shoulder, and Tito gently caressed the top of your head.

“Don’t be so nervous,” he whispered softly. “We don’t have to do anything,”

“You know I want to,” your voice came out muffled.

With your many years of friendship, Tito had seen you date and break up and everything in between. It was also no secret that some of your boyfriends were never able to satisfy you in any way, and you had expressed your frustration more than once, especially when drunk. ‘What does a girl have to do to get an orgasm around here?’ You had desperately grumbled at the time, and Tito had only cackled that day, still unaware of how deep his feelings for you truly were.

“We’ll have plenty of other opportunities, but maybe you can tell me what you’re so worried about,” he tried to poke at the problem, wondering if you’d open up to him or retreat in your shell like you often did when you were uncomfortable.

“Maybe,” you replied hesitantly, and that encouraged him to continue.

“Let me see your pretty face,” Tito prompted you to let him go, at least just enough for him to be able to look at you. You felt small under his stare, but after a few seconds of looking into the blue eyes you were so familiar with, you found yourself relaxing. There was nothing about him that made you feel unsafe. “Talk to me,” he leaned down to brush the tip of his nose against yours, earning a small smile from you before you took a deep breath.

“You made me feel a lot of things,” you admitted. “And as incredible as it all is, it’s super overwhelming sometimes,”

“For me too,” he confessed quietly but stopped himself there so that you could continue.

“Besides… you’re you. You’re this amazing and gorgeous professional athlete and I’m little insecure me, so I guess a part of me is scared to try something this new with you, just in case it’s the thing that makes you change your mind on how you feel about me.” You let your eyes fall shut at the end, feeling embarrassed about it all.

“Look at me,” Tito whispered softly, waiting until you were looking at him again before he continued. “Nothing could make my feelings for you change. Absolutely nothing. I’m in love with you and that’s a cold hard fact, so this is the last thing I ever want you to worry about.”

“Okay,” you murmured and felt your eyes start to water, but he wasn’t done just yet.

“You’re so beautiful, I call you pretty girl all the time for a reason, but you’re also so damn sexy. Remember before nights out and dates when you wanted some guy’s attention and you’d show me all those outfits?”

“Yeah?”

“I swear they were all breathtaking, but you were worried about which one was okay for you to wear. I would have complimented you on any, and that would have been nice, I guess, but you came to me telling me what was wrong about them, which ones were a little risky because a strap kept falling off your shoulder and a skirt was too short. At first I thought it was fucking stupid, but then I began to listen. I listened and I tried my best to help you pick something you’d be comfortable in, because the outfits made no difference to me, but your confidence did.” Tito explained, wondering if his ramble even made sense. “My point is, you don’t have to worry about the way you look, or whether you’re wearing the right clothes or whatever else is on your mind. I love you because you’re you, and the way you laugh, the way you dance a little when there’s a song you like playing somewhere, those are the things that make you attractive to me.”

“But I don’t want just that to be attractive,”

“It’s not just that,” Tito chuckled in disbelief and ran his thumb over your cheek. “Baby, I thought you were gorgeous the day I met you, and now that I feel the way I do? I don’t think there’s a woman in the world more beautiful than you in my eyes, there’s no one else I could look at and find more attractive than you.”

“Remember what I said about overwhelming feelings for you?” You sniffled quietly, your body stiff before your chest finally shook with a hiccup.

“Oh baby no, no, no,” he let himself fall to your side and gathered you in his arms. “I didn’t want to make you cry,”

“They’re happy tears,” you squeaked out against his chest, trying to hold them back and failing miserably.

“It’s okay,” he rubbed your back. “I love you,”

“I love you so much,” you managed to reply between sniffles. “Y-you have no idea how much I needed to hear that,”

“I promise I’m never going to let you feel like you’re not good enough,” Tito kissed your temple. “You’re more than I could have ever hoped for in every way imaginable. You deserve all the love in the world, and I want to be the one to give it to you.”

[matbarzyy]

Brave [A.B.]

A/N: This is a very self indulgent piece I’m really not sure I should be posting. I’ve had a weird few days and this came out of it. If depression is triggering to you, please don’t read this. It’s basically just Tito picking the reader up on a really bad day. I know I need it sometimes, so as much as I thought I should keep this to myself I figured one of you might need it too.

Word count: 4495

Warnings: severe depression

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“Hi,” Anthony greeted you when you picked up the phone, heading to his car. “How are you?” He asked the question every single time he saw you or got you on the phone, which you used to think was just out of politeness, but he nagged you whenever you dodged answering. He genuinely cared and he made sure to ask everyone he loved how they were doing regularly.

“I’m okay, you?” You hoped the short answer would suffice him, because you didn’t have much energy to elaborate further than that. Your eyes were barely open, but even when they were all you could see was your bedroom ceiling or the mess that you had made of the place.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good,” He sat in the driver’s seat of his car, buckling his seatbelt. “I’m headed to the gym and then I’ll train for a while, do you want me to come over later tonight? Cuddles and a movie?” He made the offer he had never heard you say no to. He hadn’t seen you in a few days and he was dying to hold you and nuzzle his face in your neck to hear you giggle because he was tickling you.

“Oh, um,” You cleared your throat because you felt like your voice was giving up on you. He sounded so excited, but you just couldn’t say yes. There was no way you could make your place look even half decent by tonight, and you didn’t want him to see it (or you) like this.

“Are you crying?” Tito stopped everything he was doing, worrying his lower lip between his teeth at the sudden shift of mood. He should have picked up on it when you barely said anything when you answered the phone.

“No, no I’m fine,” You lied, trying to keep your voice sounding as normal as possible. It was hard with your nose blocked and your chest shaking as loud sobs threatened to fall from your lips soon. “I’m not sure tonight is the best night for plans though, what about tomorrow?” You tried to get the idea out of his head and remake the plans for some other time as fast as possible, you wouldn’t last long on the phone with him without crying.

“Yeah, tomorrow works. Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked again for good measure, a frown settling on his face.

“Of course, don’t worry about me. I’ll talk to you later?” Your cheerfulness sounded fake but you couldn’t bring yourself to give him more than that.

Something didn’t sit right with Anthony. Even after you hung up he replayed your words in his head. You were definitely crying, and he couldn’t just leave you like that, even if you had asked him not to come over tonight. He knew you needed your alone time, but he hadn’t seen you in a few days and if you weren’t okay he didn’t want you to feel lonely. You tended to have a bit of an attitude and you’d have no trouble letting him know he wasn’t wanted if you were busy and didn’t want him over, in which case he’d just go to the gym.

He couldn’t leave you without checking, so he took another turn and found himself on his way to your place. The key to your apartment was attached right next to his so that he’d never lose it, and he was thankful you trusted him to have it. He never used it much, but he couldn’t stand it when you cried (and god forbid he was ever the reason for it, because the first time you two had a fight he apologised so much he ended up crying more than you).

“Hello?” Anthony called out to make himself known as he walked into the apartment and made sure to lock the door behind himself. The living room was messier than you ever let him see it. None of your blankets were folded, and some clothes littered the floor by the couch. Even your shoes were in the way, something he couldn’t understand because you were always so adamant in putting them away as soon as you walked in. “Hey,” He found you the second he stepped into your bedroom, your body curled up under the blankets.

“What are you doing here?” You had heard him unlock the door and tried to pull yourself together, but your hair was still a mess and you couldn’t get yourself out of bed fast enough anyway.

“You didn’t sound okay on the phone,” He glanced towards the window for a second. The curtains weren’t letting much light in, and your room smelled a little stuffy, like you hadn’t opened the window or even your door all day.

“But… I thought you said you were going to the gym and that you wanted to train?” You tried to adjust the covers on your bed, but even the sweater you were wearing was twisted around your body. Tito could see you were a mess and it made you feel even worse. You had been so good at hiding it up until now, he had never seen you like this.

“The gym will be there for me to go to tomorrow, you need me right now and you’re always going to be my priority,” He took in everything around him. Some more clothes were scattered over the floor, an empty glass of water was sitting on the nightstand with a cereal bar wrapper, and more of those could be found on your carpet. It wasn’t hard to guess you hadn’t moved for hours, or even the whole day.

“I’m okay,” You swallowed heavily, a guilty feeling taking over the pit of your stomach. You didn’t like it when guests came in and you didn’t have time to clean, you needed the place to be spotless so that they couldn’t judge how lazy you were.

“Don’t lie to me,” His voice was soft as he crouched by the bed, ignoring everything around him to focus on your first. “I can tell you’ve been crying,” He went to cup your cheek, and you let him for a second before turning your face back into your pillow.

Your body shook with a silent sob while his hand fell off. He felt so helpless, watching you like this without knowing how to help you. Seeing you cry always hurt him, but the way you were right now shattered his heart. He didn’t really know what was wrong, and he had no clue of when you had started feeling bad enough for you to end up like this.

“It’ll be okay,” He settled for whispering soothing words, not sure if touching you would help or make it worse. He knew from a few texts and conversations that you had days like these, but he had never been there to help you through them. You had definitely downplayed it whenever you told him about it. “Baby, please look at me,”

“I’m sorry,” Your voice came out broken and quiet as you slowly turned your head, red swollen eyes staring into his bright blue ones.

“Don’t apologise,” He settled for taking your hand in his and rubbing the back of it gently with his thumb. “You don’t have to, I just want to help, okay?”

“I’m tired,” You whispered, your whole body so slumped you couldn’t even move your hand in his.

“Did you eat today?” He asked, and the shrug you gave him (which was so small he wouldn’t have noticed it if he weren’t so attentive) was enough of an answer.

“Kind of,” You didn’t want him to know you hadn’t touched food in hours. You didn’t want any.

“If I made you a sandwich right now, would you eat it?” He checked hopefully, you usually loved his grilled cheese, and you often praised him because he always managed to make a sandwich taste good no matter what was left in your fridge. He tried not to sigh in defeat when you shook your head, doing his best to keep his mood up for you. “Okay,” He pushed himself back to his feet, his hand falling from yours as he went for the door.

Your brain screamed at you that this was it. Tito was a patient man but there was only so much he could take when you were emotionally unavailable. You couldn’t even hold a simple conversation. You ruined it. You were worthless, and now that Anthony was seeing it too he was about to leave you.

“Please don’t leave me,” You croaked out, weakly reaching after him in a moment of panic.

“What are you talking about?” He turned around and grasped your hand in his. “I’m never going to leave you,” He fell back to his knees by your side, reaching over to hug you. “I promise, I’m always going to be there for you,”

“I don’t want to be alone,” You rested your forehead against his shoulder, unable to bring yourself to wrap your arms around him.

“I’m here baby, I’m right here with you,” Anthony brushed your hair back and kept saying reassuring words to you, repeating them until he was sure you wouldn’t be able to doubt how much he meant them. “I’m not leaving, I love you.”

He slid into the bed with you, kicking his socks off his feet before pulling you against his chest tightly. His shirt was wet with your tears, and he clenched his jaw to hold back his own every time your sobs made your body jolt against his. He could never leave you. He couldn’t even bring himself to consider it for a second. He was more in love with you than he ever thought he would be and he knew he’d be by your side through absolutely anything.

You had been there for him on countless nights after games the team lost, or games where he beat himself up for not playing well enough because they scraped the win and if he didn’t mess up this or that earlier in the game everything would have been fine. You always lifted his mood, you pulled him out of his thoughts and he couldn’t help how much he smiled whenever you were with him.

He couldn’t express how much he wished he could put a smile back on your face right this second, but this wasn’t just disappointment over a game or a project. It was a deep rooted issues and an accumulation of stress he couldn’t even imagine himself dealing with. It was no wonder you had to crash at some point, but he wished he had caught onto the signs earlier to help you before you hit rock bottom.

“Is it okay if I get up for a minute?” He eventually murmured.

You had stopped crying, and your breathing was steady. You had even gone as far as placing a small kiss on his chest where your face was tucked.

“Yeah, yeah of course,” You let him pull away, coughing a little to clear your throat. You felt pathetic for keeping him there for so long just because you were too insecure to let him get to the living room without crying about him leaving you.

“I’ll be right back,” He promised as he rolled out of the bed.

When he walked back into your room, he was holding a bottle of your favorite smoothie. You liked to make them yourself, but when you couldn’t this was always your go to. Tito picked it up before coming in hope it would cheer you up a little if you were having a bad day. Now that he saw you were doing much worse than he had imagined, he hoped it would at least motivate you to put something in your stomach.

“I stopped by the store on my way here,” He explained to you when he noticed your questioning eyes. “Drink it for me?”

You pushed yourself to sit up, your stomach in knots. You weren’t hungry, but you could try for him. You took the open bottle from his hands and forced yourself to take a few sips. He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting and hoping the sugar would make you feel a little better, at least physically.

You handed him the bottle back soon after, most of the smoothie left untouched. He was about to say something, ask you to drink a little bit more, but you beat him to it.

“I’m really not hungry,” You gathered your pillow to your chest, slowly sliding back into the bed.

“That’s okay,” Anthony didn’t want to make you feel like you couldn’t make your own decisions. He didn’t know what you needed, he was just guessing. “Is there anything I can do?” He eventually asked.

“I don’t know why I feel like this,” You were exhausted physically and mentally, and even just speaking to him was draining in that moment. You only wanted to lay in your bed and cry until the pain stopped.

“You don’t have to explain,” He got comfortable on the bed too, sitting with his back against the headboard. “You’ll get through it, and I’ll be there for you in any way I can,”

“Thank you for coming over,” You crawled over to put your pillow in his lap and rest your head there.

“Always,” He placed his lips on your forehead and closed his eyes. “Do you want to just lay in bed for a while?”

“I don’t want to do anything,” You whispered, feeling him pull the covers tighter on your shoulders. “But then I think too much,”

“Okay, we can put some music on?” He tried to find a way to distract you from your thoughts. “Or I can read to you for a while,” Books on the shelves about your desk caught his attention. You had mentioned you couldn’t find time to read lately, and he wondered if you’d be up for it now.

“What book?” You turned your head to look up at him. It wasn’t much, but the small gleam in your eyes told him he took a step in the right direction.

“You can pick, or I’ll just grab anything that sounds good,” He suggested, leaving it open for you, and you lifted your head as you answered.

“I don’t mind any,” You let him slide out of the bed and quickly inspect the covers to make a choice.

A few seconds later he had resumed his original position and his knuckles gently ran over your cheek while his voice filled the room. He liked to think he was a decent reader. He wasn’t the best out there, but he didn’t really stammer on words and he kept a good rhythm to keep you interested in what he was saying.

What he didn’t know was that you couldn’t focus enough on the words to understand anything he said anyway. You didn’t mind, there was no need for you to understand, this was just filling the silence and the fact that he was there, taking care of you and reading to you, made your heart swell. You were terrified he’d leave, that he’d see how much of a mess you were and tell you he didn’t want to deal with that, yet here he was.

He spent ages repeating that he loved you to reassure you, he made sure you ate something, and he tried his best to ease your mind. You felt numb all over, everything was bland around you, but the one thing you still knew was that you were in love with Anthony. You could doubt how much you cared about your job, or even your own self. You could doubt your friendships and some family relationships, but you couldn’t doubt that you adored the man currently sitting on your bed, and you couldn’t doubt that he cared about you too.

He didn’t stop reading until he was absolutely sure you were asleep. His voice felt a little hoarse by that point, and he closed the book to place it on your nightstand, making sure not to wake you as he grabbed his phone.

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“What are you doing?” You blinked your eyes open when you heard him move around your room. The bed was cold apart from where you were laying, so you knew he must have been up for a while.

“I’m just cleaning a little,” He put the shirt he was holding over the back of your chair.

“I can do it, I’m sorry it’s such a mess,” You sat up, immediately worrying about the state of your apartment. You knew it was a wreck, and you hated that he had to deal with it.

“No, no baby,” He shook his head and came to sit on the edge of the bed. “The kitchen, living room and bathroom are all tidy. I’m just going to fold your clothes and pick up whatever else is on the floor right now, and then I’ll hoover, okay?”

He wasn’t sure of what to do to help, but after a few minutes of research on his phone as you slept, he found a post saying cleaning your room for you or cooking would be a good idea. Since he was awful in the kitchen he settled for cleaning the entire apartment.

“You don’t have to do that, let me help you,” You protested, feeling lazy and useless while he did everything for you. It wasn’t fair to him. Your heart rate picked up, but Tito was quick to soothe you.

“If you want to get out of bed and do something, that’s great, but we’ll go for a walk or something, leave that up to me, please,” He kissed the top of your head. “I’m just hoping you’ll feel a little better once you don’t have to worry about taking care of your place,”

Tears welled up in your eyes from his words. Your forehead fell to his shoulder as you shut them tightly, trying to get control back over your body.

“Fuck,” You choked out, your chest shaking with a sob again.

All you did was cry today. Tito didn’t feel as panicked this time, slowly understanding how you were dealing with everything. You were just overwhelmed, and while hated to see you cry he knew that it was because he made you feel cared for.

“You’re going to have to start your own water bottle company soon with all those tears,” He tentatively cracked a joke.

He wasn’t sure if the sound that followed was just a louder sob or a real chuckle, but he took it as a good sign when you wrapped your arms around his torso and squeezed him against you. It was better than the apathy you had shown when he held you earlier, so he returned the embrace and kissed your temple.

“Everything is going to be okay, I promise,” He whispered soothingly when you pulled away, giving him a small nod while you rubbed the tears off your cheeks.

“I feel all gross,” You adjusted your sweater and sniffled. Your eyes were swollen from you trying to dry your tears when they wouldn’t stop falling, and you desperately needed to splash fresh water on your face.

“Do you want to take a shower or bath?” Tito asked you so that he could get the water running and make sure it was warm for when you got in.

“Shower,” You didn’t hesitate. You’d feel sluggish in a bath, it would make you more tired.

“Want me to come with and wash your hair?” He was almost sure you would, but he asked just to make sure. You weren’t the way you usually were, so you might have changed your mind.

“Yes please,” You nodded, taking his hand as you followed him to your bathroom.

Like he had said, everything was tidy. A new small towel was hanging by the sink, and all the other clean ones were neatly folded and organised underneath it. You picked up the faint smell of your cleaning products that he used to wipe every surface and make everything shiny. He really went all the way, and you could only guess he did the same thing in the kitchen.

You stripped while he started the water, his clothes on the floor next to yours. You still felt self conscious of your state, but in months of relationship Tito had done nothing but love every inch of your body, so you didn’t overthink it as you stepped into the shower after him.

“I don’t always understand how you feel, but I know it’s hard for you,” He gave your hand a squeeze as you made it under the stream of water. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m babying you, but it’s okay if you can’t bring yourself to do anything right now, I’ll take care of you,”

“I need that,” You nodded, resting your forehead on his chest as you let your hair get wet. It was hard to admit it to yourself, and even harder to say out loud. You thought you’d break down and cry again for a moment, but it seemed that all the tears had left your body already.

“I’ll help with absolutely anything you need me to,” Tito promised and adjusted the temperature to something a little bit hotter. “Let’s sit down, yeah?” He let you go first and then took his place behind you, shampoo and shower gel right by him. “Tilt your head back,” He asked as he poured the product into his hand.

You relaxed a little as he massaged your scalp, helping you disconnect from the rest of the world for a minute or two. The scent of soap slowly replaced the stuffy and slightly sweaty smell you had been living in for the past two days. You were still a mess of a person, but you could at least consider yourself half presentable after that.

How you felt on the inside almost always sucked, but you tried your hardest to keep up with appearances. It wasn’t even so that other people wouldn’t know, it was only for yourself, so that you could look in the mirror and think you were doing okay. It made it easier to convince yourself things were fine.

You didn’t spend too much time in the shower once Tito was done helping you wash your hair and body. He even got a smile out of you when his hands accidentally tickled your waist, and he beamed in response.

His smile lit your whole world up.

You held your towel tight around you when you got out, letting Tito get back to your room first. He came back in shorts he kept in your closet and one of the t-shirts you had stolen from him.

“Here,” Anthony handed you another one of his t-shirts (you had quite the collection) and some comfortable underwear he had picked out for you.

He was glad to find you brushing your hair and patting it with a towel as you stood in front of your mirror a few minutes later. At least you weren’t in bed anymore, and his heart soared when you gave him a small smile as you caught him staring at your reflection.

Instead of standing there like a moron, he decided to make himself useful and started pulling the sheets off your bed, piling them on the floor. You handed him some fresh ones from your closet as a replacement, your hair in a wet messy bun at the back of your head while you helped him adjust the fitted sheet over the mattress. You sat and began shoving your pillow into a pillowcase, and Tito didn’t argue with you helping him this time. He took the dirty laundry to your washing machine to make sure that by the time he left for practice tomorrow morning the apartment was spotless and you didn’t have to do a thing besides take care of yourself.

You made your bed and resisted the urge to get right back in it now that it smelled so lovely. You had to fight with yourself to get out of your room, so you opted for crashing on the couch in the living room instead. All of your blankets were neatly piled and you could see the plant on your coffee table had been watered. The dirty plates had been taken away to the kitchen, and everything was in place.

“I’m going to order some food,” Tito came to sit next to you a few minutes later. He handed you his phone as he added, “Pick anything you want.”

“I’m not that hungry,” You scrolled aimlessly, looking up at him because you didn’t want to have to get anything.

“Pick.” He gave you a stern look that left no room for discussion. “I’m not going to make you eat it all, but I’m not letting you go to sleep on a empty stomach tonight,” He had a feeling you had done it the previous night already, and it wasn’t going to happen again on his watch.

You eventually settled for a burger and decided you could just pick at the chips. Tito seemed satisfied with what you added to the cart and picked his own food before also ordering ice cream. It was one of your favorite flavours, so even if you didn’t want it tonight he was sure you’d be happy to have it in your freezer one of these days.

“Cuddles and a movie?” The corners of your lips lifted slightly as you suggested the plans he had been wanting to make with you for tonight.

“Sure,” He chuckled, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. “Anything you want to watch?”

“Just want to cuddle,”

“Okay,” He opened Netflix and clicked on Brooklyn nine-nine to pick it up wherever you had left it last time. It was unarguably one of the best shows out there according to both of you, so it would be good to watch it again and he also wouldn’t mind if he missed bits and pieces of it.

Tito leaned back on the couch and spread his legs, patting his body to invite you to lay on him.

“Thank you for being patient,” You whispered as you settled yourself on his chest. “I love you,”

“I love you more than you’ll ever know.” Tito rested a hand on your back and slowly traced lines up and down your spine. Tonight was all about taking care of you and he knew you loved it when he did that, so he’d do it until his arm cramped up if he had to. He even let your hair soak his shirt without a complaint despite how much he always hated the feeling. “Whatever’s going on with you, I’ll be there to help you through it, always.”

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Please reblog and share some thoughts <3

Also wanted to add a little note here:

I know this made it look like the reader is quite dependent on Tito, and that’s always pretty toxic in a relationship. I didn’t mean to make it look like that, but I also don’t feel like rewriting the fic differently. I feel like that on some days, and while I can pull myself out of it alone (mostly because I have to) I know there’s some things that could help me. Cleaning my room feels impossible right now and if someone did that right now it would ease my mind a lot, so that’s why I pictured things that way in the fic.

[matbarzyy]

13&14 from the blurb night prompt list for Tito please!!

Tito & 1 @kerwritesthings

A/N: I’m a whore for this man and I am SO GLAD you guys sent those in. The prompts were “I know all of your weaknesses.” “I saw that. You just checked me out.” “That’s distracting.”

Word count: 469

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“Come on,” You whined a little, trying to convince Anthony to join you on the couch. “Please Beau, I just wanna watch one episode with you,”

“I know you too well,” He shook his head with a chuckle. “One episode is going to turn into a season,”

“Pretty please?” You pouted, pulling your sweater over your head and leaning back against the cushions.

As much as Tito tried to hide it, his eyes went up and down your body. He couldn’t deny how attracted he was to you, and the slight transparent white bralette you were wearing was enough to send his mind reeling.

“I saw that. You just checked me out.” You pointed out with a grin, satisfied with the effect you had.

Your relationship with him was new, but your friendship wasn’t. You had been best friends for as long as you could remember, moving in together when he began playing hockey in New York and you scored a place in a university there. You had recently updraded your relationship from best friends and roommates to couple, and there was still a lot to explore.

Tito had seen you in way less plenty of times, especially during the summer, but back then he had no right to touch you. He didn’t think you’d want it, but now, he knew this wasn’t just about watching a tv show.

You had discussed taking things one step further, of course. The change had been a little awkward at first, but as you grew more confident in your kisses and make out sessions, you both felt it was time to do more than just kiss.

“That’s distracting.” Anthony turned around and pretended to be busy rearranging books on a shelf. “But I’m not giving in,” He was too stubborn to say yes, even when he craved it more than anything.

“Please baby,” You used the new nickname he refused to let you say in public, but the last time you called him that his cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink, and you were sure it’d help your case.

“Don’t,” He groaned quietly, turning back around. His eyes widened when he saw you sprawled there with your shorts on the floor, the matching white cotton set a beautiful contrast against your skin. “Shit,” He cursed, involuntarily taking a step forward.

“Join me, please?” You made grabby hands at him, your knees a little spread as an invitation.

“Why can’t I ever say no to you?” He muttered to himself as he crossed the distance in no time, crawling on top of you and resting his hips against yours.

“I know all of your weaknesses,” You lifted your hips and grinned when you felt he was already getting hard. “And I’m planning on using them,”

“I have no intention of stopping you.”

[matbarzyy]

17&20 blurb for mat or Tito

A/N: Here you go! The prompts were “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.” “Shooting star. Make a wish.” Hope you like it <3

Word count: 498

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“The sky is so clear,” You leaned back against Tito’s chest comfortably, both of you bundled up in large hoodies. You had thrown a blanket over your bodies, but even with all of those layers you were thankful for Tito’s warmth.

“It’s pretty,” He hummed and kissed your cheek. “We should do this more often.”

“Do you know any constellations?” You looked at the stars to try and find some shapes, but they weren’t easy to spot when you didn’t really know what you were looking for.

“No, I should get one of those apps that tells you where they are,” Tito wished he could spot them for you, but he’d have to learn with you.

“Shooting star. Make a wish.” You pointed up to the sky, making the blanket lift and letting some of the cold air of the night get underneath it. Tito smiled and hummed quietly, knowing exactly what to wish for. “Did you see it?” You turned to face him with an excited gleam in your eyes.

“I did,” He closed his arms around you tighter. “Can I have a kiss?”

You didn’t reply, letting your eyes fall shut and tilting your head to the side slightly so that your lips could meet. It was short and sweet, fitting with the mood of the night.

“One more,” Tito whispered before you could turn back around to look at the sky again.

This time his hands on your back were firmer to hold you to his chest, and you melted right into him while your lips moved together slowly.

“Baby,” You murmured into the kiss to stop him. Tito hummed against your lips without really parting with you, so you let you a small chuckled and pulled back. “Can’t watch the stars like that,”

“I don’t wanna watch the stars anymore,” He admitted but didn’t try to pull you back to him. He loved kissing you, but he was also more than satisfied just looking at you. Memories flowed back to him as his thoughts trailed to the first night you spent together as a couple. “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.” Tito spoke softly, one of his hands sliding up your back over your hoodie to come cup your cheek. It was warm against your skin from being tucked under the blanket, and you turned your head to kiss his palm.

“I was just thinking of that night too,” You confessed before adjusting yourself more comfortably on top of him. “We were watching the stars when you kissed me for the first time,”

“Yeah, before Mat ruined the whole thing,” Tito’s chest shook with a chuckle as he recalled his best friend rushing outside drunker than ever to try and grab him as his teammate for a game of beer pong.

“Well, he ruined the moment,” You conceded. “But not the whole thing. I’m still in love with you, and that’ll never change.”

“I promise I’ll keep loving you until the world ends.”

[beauvibaby]

autocorrect if you could just stop doing this to me, that would be ✨amazing✨