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House Party

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Carter Hart x reader

Warnings, Drinking, Cursing, Morgan Frost and Joel Farabee

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When Frosty invited you to his off season house party you honestly thought about not going. You knew it was going to be a bunch of grown men fucking around while their wives or girlfriends try to stop them.

But here you are, checking your outfit one last time before you leave. You think about staying home but you promised Morgan you would go.

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“Come on.” Morgan begs to you over the phone, “The boys and I miss you but mostly me.”

He’s spent about ten minutes of your fifteen minute call trying to convince you to come to his party.

“Morgan, you know I don’t do parties.” You remind, “We can always hang out some other day.”

“I haven’t seen you since the season started and who knows when we’re both going to be available again.” He replies, “Please, come to the party.”

He wasn’t wrong, the man was always on the move and so were you. The only way you could see him was on FaceTime or to go to a game.

The off season was the only time you could actually spend time together.

You sigh, “Okay, I’ll go.”

“You promise?” He asks

“Yes, Frosty, I promise.” You answer, “But if I have to take care your drunk ass later I’m telling T.K. to beat your ass.”

He chuckles, “Noted.”

•

Opening Morgan’s front door you are greeted with the pounding of music and very loud conversations.

You move about the house, saying hi to those you know but not stopping for a conversation. As of right now you’re looking for Frosty.

Finding him in the kitchen playing bartender.

He spots you and sets down the bottles in his hands, “You made it!”

He moves around the island and over to you, pulling you into a hug, “I thought you’d flake out on me.”

You laugh and pull away, “You think so low of me, Frost. I’m hurt.”

He puts an arm around you and pulls you out of the kitchen, “You know someone was asking about you?”

“Let me guess, was it Beezer?” You question

He pulls you into the backyard, “Yes but no, that’s not who I’m talking about. It was actually our little goalie.”

“Carter?” You ask

He doesn’t answer, he just gives you a goofy smile.

Beezers voices draws their attention, “Look who made it! Just in time to see me beat Hartzy’s ass in darts!”

Carter lets out a dry laugh as you two approach.

Morgan lightly pushes you forward, “Take care of her you two, I’m going back inside. You want anything, y/n?”

You walk over to Carter, “Nah, I’m okay for now.”

Beezer lines up his shot, “Yo, bring me back some food, Frosty.”

He waves a dismissive hand at him and goes back inside.

“What are you playing to?” You ask

“Two hundred.” Carter answers

“Best two out of three.” Beezer adds, “Hartzy has better aim than I thought.”

“I think that comes with job.” You joke

He laughs, “For a hockey player he has the worst aim. Well on the ice, off the ice he’s great.”

Carter pushes him out of the way with a chuckle, “That’s why I’m a goalie.”

Finishing their game, Beezer suggests a game of beer pong.

He pats you on the shoulder, “Imma find a partner and the cups, you guys go get a table. You could steal one or get one from the garage, I don’t care.”

He grabs his can a disappears into the house.

You and Carter survey the backyard, everyone’s doing their own thing paying no mind to the people around them.

You look over to him, “Which one do you wanna steal.”

He lets out a dry chuckle, “You mean which one are you stealing?”

You flash him a smile, “We are in this together Hartzy, so pick a table.”

He shakes his head, “The one in the corner, we won’t even have to move it, just clean it off.”

You grab his hand, “Well let’s get going.”

You lead him through the yard and to the table, dropping his hand.

You pick up a couple bottles, “So, what brings to this party anyways, Carter?”

“My car.” he jokes moving some cans to another table.

“Haha.” you say, “It was a serious question, Carter. You’re not a party person and this is a party persons party.”

“I could ask you the same thing.” he replies wiping off the table.

You shrug, “You could but I asked you first.”

He rolls his eyes, “Let’s say that Morgan can be very persuasive.”

This interests you, “What did he offer you?”

“Nothing.” He answers

“Buy you?”

He chuckles, “Nothing.”

“What got you here then?”

“He just told me about someone, that was all.”

Maybe this someone has to with you, Morgan did say he was asking about you.

“You know he told me something too?”

He leans against the table, “What?”

You hesitate, “He said that you were asking about me.”

He averts his gaze else where, “Asshole.” He mumbles

“Look it wasn’t anything weird.” He says, “After our last game he asked me if I was going to the party and when I said no he told me that you were going and that you always have a better time when I’m there. So when I showed up and you weren’t here I started asking if you were actually coming.”

“Well he lied to you about me coming because he didn’t tell me about until you guys got back.” You confess, “However he didn’t lie about me having a better time when you’re around.”

“I got the cups!” Beezer shouts walking over, “I figured we could just fill them up with the hose.”

“Losers are taking shots!” Frosty exclaims holding up a bottle of Tito’s and pink Whitney.

“Yo, Carter. Can you get the hose?” Beezer asks setting up the cups, “And Y/n, can you grab the balls and shot glasses, they’re in Frosty’s hood.”

Carter walks off, the moment the boys have been waiting for has arrived.

“What were you two talking about?” Frosty asks

You pull the things out of Frosty’s hood, “We were talking about you, actually.”

“I highly doubt talking about me got him blushing.”

Beezer puts his arm around your shoulders, “Oh my god! Are you finally making a move?” he wipes a fake tear, “Our little girl is growing up.”

“No, I’m not making a move, we were just talking.”

“Talking about fucking? Cause that’s the only way to get me blushing.” Beezer teases

“Or did you guys already fuck? Because he was very eager to see you.” Frosty badgers

“Oh my god.” You grumble

Beezer pokes your side, “Was it after his big shutout game, cause he was really pumped up after that.”

“You even flew out for that game. Was it just to see us play or was it to your little lover boy?” Frosty goads

Carter comes back just in time to save you from anymore teasing.

Beezer let’s go of you and takes the hose, “Go turn it on but make sure it’s on low.”

Carter reluctantly makes his way back across the yard.

“Y/n you’re on my team.” Frosty claims

“No I’m not.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because you suck, that’s why.”

“Fine then, I’m taking Carter.”

“Why would you take him?”

“Yeah, why take him?” Beezer asks feeling betrayed

“Because if I take him, she can’t have him.” He answers

You’ve seen Carter play and he let’s just say he’s better at darts, but you’ll let him suffer, “Fine.”

“Okay stop!” Beezer yells at Carter

He waits for Carter to come back to explain the rules, “Okay, if a ball bounces from one cup to another both cups are removed. If the ball bounces back to you, you get to shoot again only if you get it before the other team. Your elbow must stay behind the table at all times. You can have your cups rearranged to any position but you have to ask for it because well we’re not mind readers.”

He gives you and Carter a ball, “Now, to see who goes first one player from each team has to shoot the ball but they have to look at the other player while doing it.”

He pushes you to your side of table, “And remember the losing team has to take two shots each.”

You and Carter stand at opposite ends of the table looking at each other.

After what seems like a hundred games you all decided that this was your last game. Well more like you and Carter decided for everyone, Beezer’s feeling the buzz and Frosty is basically blasted.

He was drinking earlier, taking shots after every loss and chasing them with even more alcohol. But not only was Frosty drunk, he was a sore loser, it went from best two out of three to four then five and now six.

If it wasn’t for Kevin’s homemade wings and Noah’s commentary keeping everyone going this game would’ve been over a while ago.

“Let me get the cups in the tight pussy position.” Beezer instructs

Frosty clumsily moves the cups around to shape a diamond, “If you keep playing your cards right you might get the real thing, Carter.”

Carters face turns beet red, you try your best not to laugh while Noah and Beezer basically turn into hyenas.

You and Carter stand at the kitchen island, not wanting to hear Frosty’s cover of ‘Before he cheats’ outside. Everyone else wanted to though, so it basically just you two inside.

“I honestly don’t know if I could’ve lasted another game.” You tell him

He chuckles, “I don’t know if I could’ve taken anymore abuse from Frosty, he was getting way too into it.”

You nod, “Yeah, I think we should’ve stopped the game after he tackled Beezer for the ball.”

“Yeah that probably would’ve been a good idea.” He says

You push yourself up onto the island, “Besides being verbally abused by Frost, are you enjoying the party?”

He leans back on the counter in front of you, “It’s all right, I guess. But the real question is, are you enjoying the party?”

“As of right now, yes. But later, no.” You answer

“What do you mean?”

“The party’s been fun but I know I’m going to have to take care of the wanna be Carrie Underwood.”

He nods understandably but still asks, “You don’t have to take care of him, you know?”

“I know, but I’d do the same thing if it were you.” You pause, “Or any of you really.”

“Out everyone in this house, I’d be happy if it were you. But I’d also except Kevin, no offense.”

“None taken, I’d trust him with my life.”

He picks at a bowl of chips, “Would you trust me?”

You laugh softly, “Of course I’d trust you. Honestly I’d trust you to take care of me more than Frosty, he’d probably draw a dick on my forehead and tell me I did it.”

He laughs moving over next to you, “Speaking from experience?”

“From self-experience, no.” You reply, “But I did walk into him doing it to laughty.”

He just nods in response.

You look down at his hands on the island, “Is that a new bracelet?”

He looks down, “Um… Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I pay attention but it’s also really clean compared to the others.” You answer, “Can I see?”

He goes to take it off, “Yeah, sure.”

“No.” You say, “You don’t have to take it off. Just give me your hand.”

You pick up his hand making him step in front of you.

You slowly move the bracelet around, “It’s nice and silver looks really good on you.”

A light blush fills his checks, “Thanks, it was a gift.”

Your eyes flick from his wrist to his eyes, “From who, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“My mom, it was a Christmas present.”

You stop messing with the bracelet but keep his hand in yours, “Well she has excellent taste.”

His eyes dance around your face, like he’s studying it, “I don’t think we’ve ever been this close before.”

You let go of his hand, “Do you not like being this close?”

He moves closer, “No, I like it.” His eyes settle on your lips, “I like you, if I’m being honest.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, “Well if I’m being honest, I like you too.”

His hands move to your waist, his face is so close to yours that you wanted to kiss him all you had to was slightly move.

And that’s what you planned on doing, it was now or never.

But it seems like god had other plans…

Frosty rushes into kitchen, “Y/n our song is playing you have to come outside!”

You drop your arms to your sides and Carter backs up.

“Shit.” He whines, “Did I ruin the moment, here I’ll turn around.” He quickly turns, “Okay, now you can kiss.”

You sigh, “We’re not gonna kiss, Frost.”

That was the last thing Carter wanted to hear, “We’re not?”

He turns around, “You’re not?”

“Come on.” Carter whispers to himself

Carter was desperate to kiss you and honestly, you were too. Who knows when you’ll have this opportunity again. Especially if you back out now to go be stupid with Frost.

You rewrap your arms around Carters neck pulling him to you, his hands pull at your waist bringing you to the edge of the island.

This kiss is soft but deep and sensual, it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. It’s the type of kiss that warms up your body, the type of kiss that you never want to end.

Frosty freezes but only for a second, “Oh my god! Joel!” He runs back outside, “They’re kissing! They’re fucking kissing!”

He pulls away leaning his forehead on yours, “You wanna hang out sometime? Like just the two of us?”

You smile, “You mean a date?”

He chuckles, “Yeah a date.”

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fear-of-flyers · 2 years

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Northern Attitude (ft. Mat Barzal)

Stick Season (ft. Kent Johnson)

All My Love (ft. Luke Hughes)

She Calls Me Back (w/ Brendan Brisson)

Come Over (ft. Quinn Hughes)

New Perspective (ft. Jack Hughes)

Everywhere, Everything (ft. Owen Power)

Orange Juice (ft. Mitch Marner)

Strawberry Wine (ft. Thomas Bordeleau)

Growing Sideways (ft. Joel Farabee)

Halloween (ft. Nathan Mackinnon)

Homesick (ft. Charlie McAvoy)

Still (ft. Anthony Beauvillier)

The View Between Villages (ft. Sidney Crosby)

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silverstonesainz-archive · 2 years

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this-is-ally-and-im-confused · 2 years

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I need this 10 quirks for Carter plez 😁 sorry I haven’t been active Ally Bear! Been heckin busy

10 quirks about dating Carter Hart

My Gal🧡, it’s so okay! I’ve missed you tho!! I’ve been hecking busy too and haven’t had much time to be online either! But I’m back for today and tomorrow:) love ya!!

Carter loves comedy. The two of you religiously watch SNL together when you can, constantly watch Netflix specials, and he even takes you to live shows in Philly. He is a firm believer that a “couple that laughs together, stays together.”

You have to dress this man. He is colorblind and even if he wasn’t–he’s a hockey boy (I’m sorry). Once he tried to put four types of plaids on top of eachother…you still have the photo

Carter has the team teach you how to shoot on him, you are the only one he lets score ;)

Carter smells like summertime and Hugo Boss. It’s warm, sweet, with a touch of salt from swimming in the ocean and musk from the trees.

Carters guilty pleasure is bagels. He has a fancy bagel toaster and he runs to the bakery at least three times a week.

Your bed is always taken up by your dogs. If it’s not your dogs–it’s Carter. WHY DOES HE HAVE TO SLEEP FULL STARFISH?!? Mans is on the larger side so good luck tryna have a restful night.

Carter has a wedding pin board…and it’s actually not bad. He wants a summer or fall wedding with a light gray and green colour palette. He wants live folk music or something around those vibes. And he wants it in a barn or out in a garden.

Carter is a mix between “go out” and “stay in”. If he’s been on a roadie and missing you–it’s stay in. But if it’s Friday and you both have the energy..PARTY TIME.

Speaking of partying, Carter is a giggly/cuddly drunk. He just wants loving from his person. But thank god he’s not a lightweight. It’d be hard taking him home after how excited he is to take 6 shots with 10 minutes of getting to the bar.

Carter is family-oriented. Taking care of you always comes first. He makes sure the fridge is full before he leaves for long. Or that your favourite shirt of his has been worn atleast a few times before he leaves. He wants to be a dad to a big family and he wants to take care of your family as well. It’s overwhelmingly sweet.

#send in requests #send anything #ally loves hockey #my amazing moots <3 #ally loves her moots #ally loves carter hart #hartsy gal 🧡#10 quirks about dating #carter hart x reader #ally writes #carter hart

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rosysunsetz · 2 years

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Send me a number and ill write it :)))

fluff

1. “Are you blushing?”

2. “Do you want me to stay?”

3. “The kitchen is on fire”

4. “Seriously do not touch it-“

5. “HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?”

6. “You’re messing up my hair”

7. “Is that your seventh cup off coffee?”

8. “There’s just one bed so you’re gonna have to take the couch.”

9. “Can you walk?”

10. “Stay still I need to stitch that wound.”

11. “We’re just playing monopoly it’s not war..”

12. “I think someone’s jealous”

13. “Show me where it hurts”

14. “I am not drunk.”

15.“When was the last time you slept?”

16. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

17. “I am going to pretend I’m still sleeping.”

18. “You fainted, are you alright?”

19. “You got me flowers?”

20. "I made you dinner."

21. (literally just any date request a specific one for a character and ill write it

22. headcannons

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Angst

1. “You never cared so what does it matter anymore?”

2. “Please stop lying to me.”

3.“I am begging you please don’t do this.”

4. “I trusted you.”

5. “Did you even consider how this would make me feel?”

6. “It was all just a game for you wasn’t it?”

7. “I want you to die. There I said it.”

8. “I can’t even bare looking at you”

9. “You are so naive.”

10. “You can’t do this to me. Please-please open your eyes.”

11. “You’re going to be okay. Just let me go.”

12. “What happened to you?”

13. “Are you crying?”

14. “Was I not enough?”

15. “YOU-You did this to us.”

16. “Why are you being like this?”

17. “All you’ve ever done is bring me pain.”

18. “You have never loved anyone but yourself.”

19. “What did I do to make you hate me so much?”

people/ characters i write for

jack hughes

trevor zegras

andrei svechnikov

mat barzal

nico hischier

carter hart

sidney crosby

johnny slaughter

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lesbian-deadpool · 2 years

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Y/N, after finding out Steve went back to Peggy: I resent being dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

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hockeyboysimagines · 10 months

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Hey!! Could you do number 11 with Carter and Jenna? Thank you ♥️♥️

For you I can do anything🤍

“I’m so tired.” Carter said with a sigh as he dropped his bag by the couch and turned to Jenna. He’d played a phenomenal game that night, and even though they’d lost, he’d done everything he could.

He looked exhausted, defeated and beat up.

“Go shower and we can go to bed.”

Jenna felt so bad. Things in Philly were rough. Not so much on him, he was finally being recognized for the great goalie he was, but it was still hard to watch your team lose that way. While everyone was in agreement that this wasn’t his fault, he still blamed himself.

He slouched to the bathroom while she readied herself for bed. He had fallen into bed with wet hair and boxers on, and was still by the time she’d come out of the bathroom and laid down. She turned off the lamp and settled in beside him, closing her eyes.

She felt the bed bounce and a giant, heavy arm fall on her with a thud.

She jumped a little, and coughed as some of the wind was knocked from her chest. She laid there for a second before she tried to scooch out from under him.

She loved sleeping next to Carter, she really did. But he took up so much room with his gigantic body, sometimes it was hard to get comfortable. She attempted to gently push his arm off and roll to her side but he was dead weight at this point. After a minute of wiggling around slowly in the dark she was just about to give up when she heard in the darkness-

“What the hell are you doing?”

She jumped, thinking he was asleep and cleared her throat “Oh nothing I-“

She felt the weight of his arm disappear and the light clicked on, to reveal him squinting at her.

“Is there a reason you keep moving around?”

“I just wanted to move that’s all.” She glanced at the space between them, or lack there of and then back at him “Can you move over? I’m squished over here.”

He moved a little and Jenna bit her lip “Just a bit more?”

He frowned “Do you not want me to sleep next to you?”

“I do! I just need more space.” He stared at her until she spoke again “What is the purpose of having this gigantic bed, if you sleep on my side anyway?”

“Excuse me, but aren’t you the one who says every night “Carter I’m cold. Carter I need a back rub. Carter come spoon me.” Or am I thinking of someone else.” She smacked his arm.

“Someone else my ass. I love being spooned by you, but your not the smallest individual and you take up a lot of room.”

“Are you calling me fat?” Carter said in mock outrage.

“No but your not little….anywhere.” She smiled mischievously.

“So you are?”

“If you wanna take it that way then sure. I’m calling you fat.”

“Ouch.” He clutched at his heart and closed his eyes “That hurt Jenna. I’m wounded.”

She rolled her eyes with a giggle “Oh Carter.”

“I just like to be close to you. It helps me sleep better. Which makes me a better goalie. The city of Philadelphia thanks you for your service.”

“And what about you Carter Hart. How are you going to thank me for my service?”

He looked up at her, positioning himself over top of her and waggled his eyebrows “I’ll show you. I hope you don’t mind me being on your side of the bed.”

“Not this time I don’t.”

He leaned down to kiss her, reaching over to turn off the bedside lamp.

Maybe sharing her side of the bed could benefit everyone.

Jenna, Carter and the city of Philadelphia.

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astars-things · 2 years

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Insta edit for carter hart?

Thank you for your request x

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Y/n.hughes So Luke and I were playing hockey and we got a little to aggressive, just got out of knee surgery 👍. Thank you to my baby Carterhart for being by my side.

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>Y/n.hughes: I’ll give you photo creds when lhughes_06 stops feeling bad for me

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>Y/n.hughes: thank you babe

lhughes_06: I’m sorry y/n/n

>Y/n.hughes: it’s okay accidents happen

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ontheshroom · 2 years

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G.O.A.T Talk Ft Y/N

Jack Harlow x reader x friend!druski

Fluff? Fun?

A/n: Repost, this took forever for me to edit

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“Quiet on the set, camera speed, go ahead.” Jack nods to druski.

“Uh, welcome to goat talk this is Jack Harlow, and y/n and uh I’m here to check in.” Druski smiles confidently.

“Say your name, dumbass.” You laugh at Druski, causing both the boys to laugh.

“Well let’s do it one more time, I loved how you did it, just do it one more time.” The man behind the camera laughs.

“Like say your own name right?” Druski jokes, causing you all to laugh.

“Goat pickup line?” Druski asks picking up the first card.

“I’ll tell you what always works for me. I say ‘you know I really look at you as a sister.’” Jack smiles at Druski.

“And that worked on you y/n?” Druski asks smiling.

“Hell no, y’all no me if he would’ve said some stupid shit like that to me I would’ve treated him like a brother.” You laugh making a stank face.

“I just give them one good look,” Druski says trying to make his look. You make an off-putting face while Jack just stifles back a laugh.

“What is yours?” Jack asks you smiling.

“I say, ‘I heard you’re like the new hot white rapper out right now, yeah I’ve been following your music for a while.’ After never hearing a line of the song.” You nod biting back a smile. Both the boys break out in laughter as Jack puts his hand over his heart and acts hurt.

“Next card, damn!” He laughs as you go to pick up the next card.

“Goat stand-up comedian?” You ask the two boys.

Jack plays with his toothpick a bit as he thinks of the answer.

“Seinfeld.” He says causing you and Druski to break out in laughter and Druski to let out a ‘wow’.

“Seinfield or Chapel.” He corrects himself laughing.

“I gotta go with an oldie but a goodie, Cedric the Entertainer.” Druski nods.

“Damn good answer, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll go with Kevin Hart.” You smile taking the easy way out of the question.

“Goat chain in hip hop?” Jack asks looking at you both.

“I don’t have an answer for that one.” You laugh out.

“Have you ever seen Dj Drama’s barrack odrama chain?” Jack asks you both.

“No, I haven’t.” You and Druski both say.

“Yeah, Yeah,” Jack says nodding his head.

“Dem Franchise Boys had a chain I used to want.” Druski nods.

“Remind me what does it look like?” Jack asks him with a puzzled look on his face.

“Don’t remember.” Druski smiles causing you to break out in laughter.

“Goat sneaker?” Druski asks

“Y’all know the Steph Curry Underarmer?” Jack asks. You and Druski both nod.

“Low top or high top?” Druski asks chuckling.

“Low top.” Jack laughs.

“You know, I have to go with a loafer, I’m just a loafer guy. Sperry’s they’re classic.” Druski says playing with his toothpick.

“Good choice, I’m gonna go with converse. I think they’re comfortable.” You nod causing both the boys to laugh.

“What’s wrong with converse?” You exclaim making a puzzled face.“Nothing, nothing at all.” Jack chuckles shaking his head. You reach down to grab the card rolling your eyes at him.“Ooh, goat album?” You ask the boys looking between them both.

“I’m gonna go Late Registration, Kanye West,” Jack says looking at Druski.

“I’m gonna go Tha Carters Three.” He nods causing you and Jack to laugh.

“What’s wrong with that album?” He asks defensively. “Nothing it’s just something about you, Y/n what’s your goat album?” Jack asks you.“I’m gonna go with Lemonade by Beyonce. No skips.” You nod.

“Goat fast food restaurant?” Jack asks smiling at Druski.“Whoever set this up like this you’re sick.” He smiles looking past the camera.

“Hardee’s right?” Jack smiles nodding

“No, literally no one was going to say Hardee’s.” Druski laughs out causing you to laugh too.

“Mine is Raising Cane’s.” Druski states.

“Mine is probably Culver’s.” You smile

“What about you, Hardee’s?” Druski asks Jack smiling.

“It’s a tough answer you know all these fast food spots have all these politics tied to them.” Jack laughs.

“Oh come on it is not that deep,” Druski states rolling his eyes.

“You gotta be kidding.” You laugh at Jack.

“Hardee’s.” He states slamming the card down and chuckling.

“Goat childhood toy?” Druski asks Jack.

“I used to have the He-Man castle, you know who He-Man is don’t you?” Jack asks Druski causing Druski to shake his head no with a smile.

“Bop it,” Druski states causing Jack to laugh.

“Small brainchild, didn’t take much to entertain you.” He laughs at Druski.

“Hey! Don’t get on Druski because mine was those water games with the hoops and you gotta press the button to make the water flow and push the hoops onto the little poles.” You laugh looking at Jack.

“I just surround myself with idiots.” Jack laughs shaking his head causing you to lightly push his head and roll your eyes playfully.

“Oh no, the jokes that are gonna come with this one. Goat sex position?” You ask the boys causing them to break out in laughter.

“No, but it’s something I always specifically wanted to know from you, I just wanted to know how the fuck does this work?” Jack states looking at Druski smiling.

“Why? Why me.” Druski laughs.

“I like this one you don’t have to do too much, really you can be half asleep and she just rolls over on ya. You kinda gotta just like scoop under her and kinda just hit it like this.” Druski says motioning with his leg up causing you to laugh.

“What’s yours?” He asks Jack shaking his head.

“Well, you know what they call me.” He says smiling, his smile quickly dropping with Druski’s blank face.

“You know my nickname, my tik tok name.” He smiles at Druski.

“Ohhh, Missionary,” Druski states nodding his head. “Yeah, I mean I like it. It’s simple, it’s standard, it feels good, and you can dig in there.” Jack smiles.

“Dig in there?” You exclaim laughing.

“What’s yours?” Druski asks you smiling.

“Cowgirl.” You say quickly smiling, urging Jack to pick the next card.

Druski quickly daps up Jack and laughs.

“Goat rapper?” Jack asks.

“Be careful!” He laughs at Druski.

“I’m gonna go with Dj Unk.” Druski nods.

You and Jack just laugh and shake your heads.

“Playing it safe huh, escape with a joke?” Jack asks Druski smiling.

“I was being serious!” Druski says motioning his arms.

You and Jack both copy his actions and go ‘I was being serious!’

“How about yours?” Druski asks Jack.

“Drizzy, baby.” Jack says.

“I’m gonna go with Champagnepapi too.” You say nodding your head.

“Goat Jack Harlow song?” Druski asks you/

“Who the hell is Jack Harlow?” You smile scrunching your nose.

“She doesn’t know any of your songs!” Druski laughs out at Jack causing him to laugh.

“First of all I know more than you, I’m gonna go with What’s Poppin.” You laugh. Both the boys break out in laughter.

“I really like that one song you have that goes ‘turn off the lights let the moon shine through the skies’ I really like your voice on that one,” Druski says singing the song.

You break out in laughter. Jack was able to hold his composure but the second he heard you burst out laughing he couldn’t hold his in.

“I think mine is keep it light for the writing,” Jack says interlinking his fingers.

“Goat vaccination spot? They’re trying to get political.” Jack says showing the card to Druski and smiling.

“What is even going on- that says vacation you dumbass. How the fuck. How did you even read vaccination.” Druski asks Jack.

You break out in laughter once again.

“My fault, vacation, goat vacation spot.” Jack smiles.

“How did you even get vaccination spot?” You laugh at Jack. Jack just motions around his head causing you and Druski to laugh.

“I like this place called Massanutten, Virginia,” Druski says causing you and Jack to laugh. You had laughed so much during this interview your stomach was starting to hurt

“Why are y’all laughing? Me and my family vacation there a lot. You can do so much there. You can fish, ride horses, you can even go to the indoor waterpark.” Druski states getting serious that just makes you laugh more leaning on Jack.

“Michigan,” Jack says quickly.

“What’s in Michigan?” You ask him with a cocked eyebrow.

“If you know you know.” Jack laughs causing you to roll your eyes

“I like to vacation in my hometown, really feel the vibes, being there really makes me want to leave too so when I finally get back home I feel super happy to be home.” You state chuckling.

“Okay well, that was goat talk with Y/n, Druski, and Jack Harlow! Thanks for watching.” Jack says to the camera.

“Now what the fuck is in Michigan?” You ask him with a smile on your face, the camera was still rolling and they decided to keep it in thinking it was funny.

“I said if you know you know.” Jack smiles taking the toothpick from his mouth and kissing you.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow smut #jack harlow angst #jack harlow fic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow concepts #dad!jack #jack harlow dialogue #Druski #Druski x reader

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Something In The Orange

A/N: I probably missed some editing stuff. Grammar isn't my strong suit.

Pairing: Carter Hart x Reader

Summary: Based on "Something in the Orange" by Zach Bryan

Word Count: 1367

Warnings: Sad! I cried while writing this. Death.

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It'll be fine by dusk light I'm telling you, babyThese things eat at your bones and drive your young mind crazyBut when you place your head between my collar and jawI don't know much but there's no weight at all

Carter had you wrapped in his arms as the pair of you sways to the non existent music. It was something that had become so normal in the last two years of your relationship. Late night dances in the living room after the game to decompress. Stress from both the game and your work flying away. Leaving you in bliss.

No words shared between. Swaying together, your head tucked into the crook of his neck. Carter’s arms tighten around your body in response. Nothing felt more like home than being in your boyfriend’s arms. Back and forth. Gentle forehead kisses. Just the two of them together.

Right here, right now. Neither of you had any worries. You two vs world. It’s how the pair of you felt whenever you danced in each other’s arms. Carter was the love of your life and he yours. Nothing could pull you two away from each other.

And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't'Cause if I say I miss you I know that you won'tBut I miss you in the mornings when I see the sunSomething in the orange tells me we're not done

You had shifted to sit in the window seat of your room. Joining Carter in looking out the window. Despite all the wires connecting to your body, you were content with being in his arms. It had been awhile since you had a moment to yourselves.

It was early in the morning. So early in fact that the sun was yet to rise above the skyline. One by one the stars started to disappear as the sky lightened to a brilliant golden orange. You relaxed a little more when feeling the sun’s rays bathing the two of you in the window.

“It’s beautiful.”

Carter glanced down at you, noting the weary look on your face. He knew it wasn’t long now. He took a deep breath and pressed a kiss to the back of your head. Pulling you in as close as possible. “Not as beautiful as you, darling.”

“I love you,” You whisper.

“I love you too. So much.”

“It reminds me of your jersey,” You noted as the sky was all orange.

He just chuckled at your words. Making sure to listen to your voice. “You hate our jersey.”

“I may hate the jersey but I like the colour.”

To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I amWhere the hell am I supposed to go?I poisoned myself againSomething in the orange tells me you're never coming home

Carter sat on the porch of your shared house. Watching as the skies turn from blue to orange once more. Despite the house being so full of the people that loved him, he never had felt so alone. Some of his teammates and family were inside the house he shares with you. Well… did share with you.

Just this morning, you were in his arms watching the very same sun rise above Philadelphia. Still alive and breathing. Reminding him of how much you love him and how proud of him you were.

Carter just wanted the pain to end as he watched the orange turn to navy blue. The stars alight once more across the sky. No more sunrises or sunsets he’d experience with you by his side. He wouldn’t be coming home to you wearing his jersey and waiting for the late night dance you both shared. No more you.

The sun disappearing once more below the horizon signaled the end of the last day he’d ever have with you by his side.

I need to hear you say you've been waitin' all nightThere's orange dancing in your eyes from bulb lightYour voice only trembles when you try to speakTake me back to us dancing, this wood used to creak

You were waiting for Carter to come home after his win at home, dressed in his jersey and a pair of leggings. Nothing special but you knew it was his favourite look. Seeing his last name on your back was one thing he treasured. Neither of you admitted it but you knew that you’d never have the same last name.

“I’m home,” You heard Carter call from the entrance hall. He was greeted with the sight of you still sitting on the couch, his jersey looking a little baggier than normal on your body. The trash can beside where you sat told him it had been a rough afternoon. He crouched down and pulled you in gently for a kiss. “Hello sweetheart.”

Without missing a beat, Carter pulled you up from the couch and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and his around your waist. No music like normal, you two swayed alone in the lounge room. Your head rested on his chest. Thump. Thump. Thump. The steady heartbeat of your boyfriend always calmed down your racing thoughts.

“I love you.”

His words made you tear up. Trying so hard to keep the tears at bay you let out some shaky words. “Please don’t.”

“I will,” Carter assured, “I will until my last breath.”

“As will I.”

To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I amWhere the hell am I supposed to go?I poisoned myself againSomething in the orange tells me you're never coming home

Since the start of the new season, Carter tries not to miss a sunset, especially before a game. If he can help it he will sit and watch as the sky turns orange once more. It took him back to those last moments as you watched the sky turn orange together in each other’s arms. It felt like you were with him once more.

Before such a game like tonight, he wished that you were there. In the stands screaming his name as you wore his jersey that bore both his and your last name. It was only right. If only it had happened that way.

To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I amWhere the hell am I supposed to go?I poisoned myself againSomething in the orange tells me you're never coming home

Whenever Carter pictured lifting the stanley cup, he never thought about you not being by his side. You were always there. Until you weren’t. Now everything felt numb despite having a shutout in game 7 of the stanley cup final.

Carter doesn’t remember much. More like it was all a blur. From holding the cup to the afterparty with everyone at Travis’ place. Most had passed out around the place by now but Carter found a spot on the deck. He settled in one of the many seats. Eyes to the sky. Dark sky turned orange once more. Orange like his jersey that he wore last night. The sight made him feel something that he hadn’t for a long time. Peace. It washed over his body like the sunlight.

The young goalie glanced down at his hand, the gold ring glistening in the morning light. Memories of the small ceremony that took place in the bland hospital room flitted through his head. You looked beautiful in the simple white dress despite your frail body. Even though Carter didn’t care, you insisted on wearing a white dress. Both yours and his parents were present. A small intimate ceremony to share your love. Mrs. Hart, something you absolutely adored hearing from him.

The sun faded from orange to light blue. As he shared one last smile with himself before kissing his wedding band and going to find somewhere to crash before round 2 of celebrations.

“I’ll love you until my last breath.”

If you leave today, I'll just stare at the way The orange touches all things around The grass, trees and dew, how I just hate you Please turn those headlights around Please turn those headlights around

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@findapenny @mp0625 @hischierhaze @11zegras @lvrzegras @francesfarhadi @cixrosie @daisysthings

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delayed-affection · 1 year

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Hockey Oneshots

Navigation accepting requests

Carter Hart

House party

Mathew Barzal

Fresh cut

Trevor Zegras

Into the boards

Here with me

Jack Hughes

Be real

Yours is Mine

Luke Hughes

Captain

You’re Mine

Quinn Hughes

Quiet time

Ethan Edwards

Kiss me goodbye

Cole Caufield

Just friends

John Marino

Under the stars

Alex Turcotte

Secrets Out

Pyotr kochetkov

Unrequited Love

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fernandoswarcrimes · 1 year

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Masterlist:

𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓶

Charles Leclerc bumps into a girl at the Monaco Grand Prix only to find out that it was in fact the princess of Monaco herself, Gracelinde Grimaldi both enchanted to meet eachother but will their love get burned out before it can even start?

Charles Leclerc x Princess of Monaco OC

Status: ongoing

Last updated: 5/4/2023

The Era’s Tour

A collection of all of our favorite albums and songs wrapped into one.

Various Hockey, Foortball, & F1 drivers

Ghost of You

What happens when Travis loses sight of things and loses the one person who meant most to him? Especially to the likes of Matthew Tkachuk

Travis Konency x Reader x Matthew Tkachuk

Status: finished

Ego Season

Cole gets a billet sister who becomes the new star of the all boys team, Trevor doesn’t take kindly to being upshown and drama ensues.

Trevor Zegras x OC

Status: ongoing

Oneshots:

Hockey:

End up here - Nolan Patrick

Good Girls - Matthew Tkachuk

Unsaid Emily - Carter Hart

Wherever You Are - Cole Caufield

Long Way Home - Spencer Knight

Lie to Me Ft Julia Michaels - Trevor Zegras

Not in the Same Way - Jack Hughes

Heartbreak Girl - Alex Turcotte

Close as Strangers - Carter Hart

Blurbs:

Coming soon

#masterlist #charles leclerc #imagine #formula 1 #charles leclerc imagine #princess protection program #series #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x oc #charles leclerc x reader #royal au #Royal au series #f1 #f1 reader

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this-is-ally-and-im-confused · 2 years

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Wyws|| C.Hart.

Summary: dealing with a drunkbff!carter during high school. FYI it is legal to drink at 18 in Alberta. Based on the song “wish you were sober” by Conan Gray

Warnings: angst, alcohol consumption, pining.

Taglist: @cartahhart79 @snugglyducklingbrewhouse @hockeyboysarehot @quietblues

Nineteen but you act twenty-five now

Everyone was busy celebrating Carter. Since draft day–your once humble best friend turned into...someone else. It was frustrating to watch him as he mingled around his party with his chest puffed out.

Girls poured around him. Especially when mentions of his contract came up. When you looked real close at Carter you could see the smile didn't reach his eyes. His palms rubbed against the denim of his nice jeans. Now he smirked while girls were rubbing against him. It was all fake. Yet, there was nothing you could do.

Every time you went to talk to Carter, it was like you weren't even a person. So, you watched him throw back beers and flirt with girls. The rush of the party caused carter’s anxiety to change him. All you could do was wish he’d let you in. Throughout his life–you watched him carry pressure and burden. In previous times his maturity made him attractive. However, this maturity isn't real. You could see how it's a little boy pretending to have a clue on what he's supposed to do next.

The lights flashed around at him. The music was far too loud. This place wasn’t meant for you or Carter at all.

Eventually, you wander over to where he is standing with a group of guys that didn't make the NHL and girls that want to date someone in the NHL. If you squinted hard enough at Carter you could see his dad’s mannerisms mirror on to the boy. He rubbed his hand along the back of his neck just like his dad. Carter tapped his toes as he listened in to the conversation. All you wanted to do was grab him, shake him, and tell him to be himself.

He was 18, not 25. Although, you're sure that no matter what words you say–it's a lost cause. The draft has gone to his head.

Save me 'till the party is over

Eventually, the people at the party filtered out. Carter was well past the point of tipsy. You watched him shrug off girls, “bro-hug” guys, and become polite enough to kiss his grandma and aunts on the cheek as they said goodbye. At some point in the night, you forgot that Carter was supposed to be your ride home. You wanted to call a taxi, but you also wanted to say goodbye to the shell of your best friend.

Which brought you to where you are now–standing on the opposite side of the room as his pair of blue eyes land on you. Recognition barely graces his face. It’s you. The same you that you’ve been since you met Carter, perhaps a little bit changed. Somewhere along the line, you weren’t a little girl anymore. Yet you still had a crush on your best friend like a little girl. It hurt. Watching Carter go off into the world pretending to be someone who he wasn’t–hurt.

Kiss me in the seat of your Rover.

Before you could stop it, Carter had pulled you out to his brand-new Range Rover. A gift from the draft. The sickening sweet new car smell made you want to throw up. And you hadn't even drunk.

“Carts, you are too drunk to drive,” you said softly as the boy gripped the wheel till his knuckles were white.

Softly, You placed a hand on his shoulder. He took that as the perfect opportunity to smash his lips into yours. You’d be lying if your heart didn’t immediately flutter. Every single year of your crush on him came back to you. However, you knew Carter had no clue who he was kissing, and it broke you.

“Carter. Stop.”

Thankfully, he listened. He pulled back at looked at you in confusion. The lines forming in his forehead looked strikingly similar to his father. It hit you just how much like him Carter was acting. You felt pity. Carter didn’t care for pity right now. He didn’t even care that he kissed you. You were just another girl–not his best friend since childhood. The kiss ended with you hopping out of the car and running home. It was a far walk, but you couldn’t stand one more minute of the artificial future that Carter was designing.

You didn’t look back to see the sweet boy sobbing. He just barely recognized how greatly he fucked up. It’s the pressure that’s hitting him. He can handle the stress of games or the stress of school–but not this.

He’s terrified of becoming a bust. You wish that it was like old times where he would talk to you instead of trying to go through it alone. Part of you wanted to turn around and scream at him. Release the venom of your feelings. You could tell for hours at how he reduced you to a stranger that he would kiss while drunk.

Hell, you knew you never would. Besides…your practically already home. Just now approaching your driveway.

Real sweet, but I wish you were sober

When you got home–you were quick to take off your heels. You ran upstairs comfort of your bed–convinced that if you wrapped your blankets tight enough around your body then you could hide from the outside world. A world where Carter didn’t matter, the draft didn’t change him, and these feelings didn’t feel so real.

The kiss was sweet–it would have been sweeter if it was the ‘real’ Carter you loved. It’s clear that the crush you had on Carter died the same day of the draft. So here you were, mourning the loss of the Carter that you couldn’t get back.

Your heart pounded as you heard a ping from your phone that was placed on the bedside table. You knew exactly who it was. Yet, you rolled over and decided to not answer the boy until you had sometime to think and that he decided to act his age.

#send in requests #send anything #ally loves hockey #ally’s draft dump day #my amazing moots <3 #carter hart x reader

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silverstonesainz-archive · 2 years

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𝟏 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝟑 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 || 𝐜.𝐡.

❝ i'm the love of your life, until i make you mad ❞

summary: how many chances does she have left to give? word count: 2.5k warnings: cussing (?), alludes to sexual themes, no proofreading note: i keep trying to rework this over and over and i think i finally got it. i hope you like this, this one is a little more personal to me <3. (also, i'm changing the layout of the fics bc i am too lazy to edit photos so i hope you like this)

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 –––

𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎.

The grey text bubble stares you in the face, and you nearly type a response. But you know better, you know there was an impending drop after the high, the screaming, the tears. Truthfully, your heart can’t handle another rollercoaster ride with Carter.

𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛

That stupid nickname, one he coined for you when he saw your red cheeks after your first hockey game, unaware of how cold it actually was indoors. You remember the goofy smile on his face, how proud he was at the new name he had for you. You can almost hear his voice, the raspiness of it as he calls you that stupid nickname. Your index finger presses down on the power button of your phone, locking it, before placing it screen down on your nightstand. You turn your back to it, eyes shutting in hopes that sleep will keep you from giving in to temptation with green eyes.

But then your mind races, worry and anxiety settling in your bones at the possibilities of why he’d want you over at one-fucking-thirty in the morning. You aren’t dumb, you know exactly what will happen when you walk through his front door, the chaste kisses before you’re naked in his bed, trying to catch your breath before you roll out of it and return home like it never happened. It’s the question of what triggered him to even text you after approximately three weeks of radio silence. What changed?

Curiosity gets the best of you, so you turn over to grab your phone on the nightstand. You ignore the new texts from him, instead going straight for snapchat. You go through the stories of your shared friends, and it isn’t until you get to Beez’s story do you find your answer. You watch in awe as he and Carter slam three shots in a row, in one video. Then the next video, the one of friends dancing, you spot Carter chugging his beer in the background as Trav cheers him on. It isn’t until the end of his story, the one with Carter speaking gibberish into the camera, do you realize how drunk he was tonight.

There’s a loud knock on your door, shaking you from your nosy daze. You roll out of bed, wrapping your robe around your barely clothed body before opening the front door. The universe must be playing a sick joke on you, the stars laughing at your current situation as you stare at a very sheepish Joel holding onto a very drunk Carter.

“I’m sorry. He wouldn’t shut up, and he threatened to drive here himself. I had to.”

You rub your face in exasperation, a grunt of frustration escaping you. “It’s fine. Just… couch.”

You point to the piece of furniture, stepping aside to allow Bee to drag his friend through the door. You shut the door just as he plops Carter down, and you make a beeline for your kitchen. You can hear your heart in your head, the beating obnoxious as it races to calm you down before your mind sends you into a spiral.

“Y/n…” You turn at the sound of Joel’s voice, leaning on the counter as you look over at him, “I’m sorry. I know things… things aren’t great between the both of you. I can come back before morning skate to grab him. He’s asleep too, so you don’t even have to worry about talking to him.”

You nod, smiling wearily. “Alright Beez.” You sigh softly, “I think Carter has one of my spares in his wallet.”

You walk past the boy and towards the limp figure on the couch. His brown wallet sits on the coffee table, and you are quick to snatch it up. Your heart clenches as you open it, the polaroid photo of the both of you sitting nicely in his wallet. Your vision is blurred with tears for a split second before you blink them away, forcing yourself to look away from the picture. You squeeze the leather between your fingers, feeling for the small key. You peel back the empty card pocket, slipping your finger into it to pull out the silver spare.

“Here.” You hand Joel the key, “Let yourself in in the morning.”

“For sure. Thank’s y/n, and I’m sorry.”

You let Beez out and lock your door. It’s already two when he walks out, and exhaustion is finally beginning to wash over you. You quickly grab a fleece blanket for Carter, as well as aspirin and a water bottle for him to take in the morning. It isn’t until you are tucking him in did he begin to stir from his drunken slumber. His brows furrow, and his hand absentmindedly finds your arm.

“Rosy…” He mumbles.

“Yeah Carter?”

His eyes peel open, swollen with sleep. “I’m Hartsy.”

Your eyes dart away from him, a sigh escaping you. “Yeah, you are.”

“You never call me Carter. Only Hartsy.” He blinks rapidly, reaching out to cup your cheek. Against better judgment, you let him. “Are you mad at me?”

The alcohol made him forget, you assume. And you know better than to argue with him, so you smile softly. You take his hand on your cheek into your own, squeezing lightly. “Just tired. Go to sleep Hartsy. You need rest, you have a morning skate in four hours.”

His eyes droop tiredly, a small smile splayed on his lips. “Good night Rosy. I love you.”

You choke on air, those three words raising goosebumps on your skin. There is no time for a response, Carter’s soft snores filling the empty space before you can even react. You slowly retreat, letting go of his hand and turning off the lights.

In the six months and how many days you were “with” Carter, not once has he ever hinted that he ever felt that way about you. You were walking a fine line between dating and casual. It was a modern day situationship. You’ve spent the better part of your time together pushing and pulling him to and from your life. It’s always a rollercoaster of I need yous and I can’t do this anymores. Always one step forward, then three steps back.

But then three weeks ago, things changed. There was a shift in your dynamic, a change in your relationship in the form of a blonde puck bunny pressing her tits onto Carter’s chest and him simply allowing it. And as if that didn’t burn enough, he added fuel to the flame by walking out of the club with her in tow, leaving you in the dust and in shambles. You left him a text, a simple i’m done playing your game. And then it was radio silence. There was no attempt from either of you to reconcile like you’ve done before, no attempt to fix it with a late night hook up or breakfast at your favorite cafe. It was quiet.

You lay in bed, Carter’s voice repeating those three words over and over in your head until sleep washes over you. It’s a dreamless sleep, and you wake up to the sound of dishes clattering in your kitchen. For a split moment, you forget that you had a guest who was residing on your couch. Your ignorant bliss is immediately replaced by confusion. The sun is far too high for it to be six in the morning, so really who is in your apartment? Carter had to have left hours ago at this point.

You open your door carefully, peeking out into the general vicinity of your home. The green throw blanket is thrown over the back of the couch, and the TV is on playing at a very low volume. Carefully, you step out and walk towards the sound of movement. Carter moves comfortably in your kitchen, his back muscles moving beneath his skin as he spreads butter on his toast.

“Carter?”

He spins around quickly, relief flooding his features when he sees you. “Jeez you’re quiet. Didn’t even hear you come.”

“You’re still here… what happened to the morning skate?”

“Canceled. It’s an afternoon one now. Toast?” He offers. You shake your head, arms crossing over your chest.

“Beezer picking you up?”

Carter chuckles as he takes a bite into his toast. “In a rush to get rid of me?”

“Yeah, actually.” You mumble, walking into your kitchen to make yourself a bowl of cereal.

“Ouch.” He smirks, putting his toast down, “Still bitter?”

Your jaw drops at his crassness, the lack of sensitivity. Your blood boils, and you know very well that your skin is turning red. “You have some nerve Carter, some fucking nerve.”

You abandon the empty bowl and the box of cereal on the counter, walking away from the brunette. To no surprise, you hear his footsteps pad behind you and he is quick to pull you back from moving any further.

“Hey. It was a joke.”

You scoff, “Not a good one.” You yank your arm from his grip, “You need to leave.”

“Well since I’m here, why can’t we just talk?”

“What is there to talk about?” You challenge, “What is there possibly left to say at this point Carter?”

“You don’t think there isn’t anything worth talking about?” He raises a brow, “Considering the last time we saw each other?”

“I said all I needed to. I’m done with the games, I’m done playing it. Go play with your new blonde bunny.”

“Wow, nice.” He scoffs, “Thought you valued communication, valued a conversation, valued talking things out. Where’s all that y/n?”

“I already communicated with you Carter!” You snap, “I told you what I wanted, told you that I didn’t want you to sleep with other people, to do shit like that while you’re with me! Why should I have to repeat myself? Why should I have to remind you?” Your breathing is jagged and hot tears stream down your face as your frustration fills you to the brim. Images of that night three weeks ago flooded your mind. “You don’t respect me enough, don’t value me enough. You begged me to come out, kept me close until your blondey came around and suddenly I was nothing. You made me look like a fool in front of our friends, your teammates.”

Carter is quiet, studying your features with furrowed brows. You can see the guilt in his eyes, in the way his lips curve down, and his ears turning red. He was ashamed.

“You didn’t even try to apologize either. You avoided me, didn’t try to call, or text, or something half-assed like tell Joel or T.K. to invite me to something. Nothing.”

“Oh fucks sake Y/n,” He retorts, “I’m always apologizing, always the first one to initiate a talk, always-”

“Because you always fuck up!”

A thick blanket of quiet covers the room, only the sound of angry breathing heard. You weren’t wrong, and he knew that. But, fuck, you didn’t need to say it. Now it’s out there, the universe listening closely to the exchange. The first time Carter came knocking on your door with flowers in hand, it was a petty problem. It was small, something he may or may not have said while he was drunk that made you drop him home early. The second time, he ignored you at a party hosted by the WAGs, one you helped plan. He was frustrated with how his season was going at the time. He was too consumed with a conversation with Claude to even give you a second of his time to tell you what a great job you had done. You had become a fly on the wall, watching everyone weave their way through the party and find their places, leaving no room for you to fit.

Carter knows his sporadic moods and his need to tug you along has worn you down. He’s always feared the day you would have enough of him and his baggage would come, and now he believes it’s finally here. Your face only reads anger, disappointment, rather than the tear stained cheeks he’s become so used to. Tears that showed him you cared. There’s a sense of tiredness in your eyes, a plea for him to just walk out of your home and your life for good.

But he wasn’t ready.

“You’re right. I’ve fucked up so many times, too many times. Hurt you, embarrass you…. and there’s no excuse, no reason other than I’m a dick.” You chuckle humorlessly, pushing your hair out of your face and shaking your head. “I’m so sorry y/n, I’m trying to be better for you, I am. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I’m not going to wait around for you to fucking figure it out Carter,” You mumble, walking towards the front door, heart heavy with each step. Hurt rises to your throat as your fingers wrap around the cold door knob.

“Y/n, please no.” Carter takes long strides to fall to his knees as his arms find their way around your waist, head buried in your side. Your heart clenched at the firm grip he had on you, tears welling in your eyes and blurring your vision. “Don’t let go now.”

“Then when?” You whisper, “You might want me now, but what about tomorrow? Or next week? What do I do when you don’t want me, when I’m no longer the one you want?”

“I always want you… I… I love you.”

Your eyes meet his bloodshot ones, the rosy tinge in his nose and cheeks. His words shoot through you like arrows soaked in acid, burning your flesh and breaking you down. Words meant to sound so sweet, tasted bitter in your mouth.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do, Rosy.”

“No you don’t, Carter.”

His calloused fingers move to clasp your hand, tugging you down to his level. You give in, knees buckling to meet the floor beneath you. You are putty in his hands, body molding into his touch as soft cries and whimpers escape you. A gentle shhh moves past Carter’s lips as he rubs your back, his chin resting atop your head as he pulls you as close as he possibly can.

“I love you. I really do, I swear.”

“Carter please.” You shake your head, only moving enough so that you can crane your neck to look at him. “Please stop.”

His confession drowns you, squeezes your lungs tight. You dreamed of drowning in such words and affections. But here you are, begging for him to take it right back.

“You love me now, you say that you really do. But what about when you’re bored, or mad, or find another pretty little penny when we go out? Hm? Where’s the love then?”

Carter shifts between your sad eyes. “Don’t be done, just give me one more chance. One more, please.”

A sob forces its way up your throat, sounding strangled as the sound pushes past your lips. Your cries burn Carter’s ears, clenches his heart tight. With your palms flat against his chest, you push him away. You force yourself to your feet, glancing down at him one last time. You see the plea in his eyes, the hurt in his tear stained cheeks. He mirrored who you used to be. This was it, a culmination of your heartache and pain manifesting in this very moment as you stand over Carter.

“I’m all out of chances to give.”

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there are answers in your silence // mb

warning; language, asshole (kinda toxic ngl) barzy, a sprinkle of asshole tito too, toxic relationship, mentions of cheating, angst- the whole thing is angst, carter hart

summary; where you and mat are falling apart faster than you can try to fix it.

word count; 8.3k+

a/n: hi guys! this is a rewrite/continuation of this blurb i wrote. the main pairing is mat x reader but there are a lot of carter x reader themes throughout. there won’t be a part two seeing as i don’t normally write for carter, and i like where it left off. if you have any questions i’d be happy to answer any(: enjoy!

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You loved your job, truly. You loved photography, and you loved the opportunities you’d been given by joining the islanders organization, but you managed to make things messy for yourself. It wasn’t written into your contract that you couldn’t date the players, but it was assumed that you would distance yourself from them.

Mathew Barzal, however, threw caution to the wind when it came to that unspoken rule.

You were knee deep in it by the time you realized it was a bad idea. Most days were fine, the two of you were professional in the walls of the rink and you knew how to keep it under control. On any other day, you were capable of keeping it all under control just fine, but going to the rink and smiling at Mat from across the halls was not the same as coming to the rink when the two of you were neck deep in an argument. An argument that had been oncoming for a long time now.

You couldn’t focus on anything when you were arguing with Mat. You had fallen behind on editing this entire week, and now you were tiptoeing around the rink that you worked at because Mat was everywhere you turned, it seemed.

You kept your post at the glass throughout the entirety of the game against the Devils, trying to get yourself out of your head when Mat was in your camera’s line of sight. You took pictures of the whole team, you had to, it was your job, but it was hard to do that when Mat was smiling like an idiot after Tito scored, and you had to take a picture of their shared celly.

Even when he turned towards you and you sent him a gentle smile, the sight of his falling from his lips was heartbreaking. You knew he was mad at you, but the ache in your chest wasn’t able to recognize the fact that the two of you weren’t on the best terms.

Truth be told, this was anything but out of the blue. Mat had been on edge for a while now, and while you knew it had everything to do with hockey and how he was playing, it wasn’t easy to accept everything he had been continuously throwing at you. You had a lot going on, just like he did, and you didn’t have the time nor energy to exude on this week-long argument. A week long argument that had eventually shifted into radio silence from your boyfriend.

The next few days proved to be harder than you initially expected, no conclusion being found between the two of you. It was getting out of hand, if you were being honest, and now you had to fly to Philadelphia with the team for two games. You didn’t think all that much about the ride over to Philly until you were faced with your boyfriend happily sitting beside his best friend, not a seat for you in sight.

You sat at the front of the plane, shoulder bumping against Marty’s while you kept your head low and hopefully out of sight.

“What’s up with you and Barzy?” you huffed, shrugging gently and telling Matt that he could tell you as soon as he figured it out because at this point, you weren’t entirely sure what the two of you were arguing about either. All you knew was that Mat was mad at you and had been ignoring your calls and texts for the past three days.

It was confusing to most, given that when you and Mat were on good terms, it was impossible to not see the two of you together. You were both all smiles and giggles when you were around each other, but not recently. You were worried that your spark had died out, that whatever you had built over the last year was fading away with every passing moment, and you were out of solutions.

You had been lost in the Wells Fargo Center for upwards of thirty minutes when you ran into a boy who seemed like he could be your saving grace. He had a granola bar hanging out of his mouth and his eyes were glued to his phone screen while he walked down the hall in your direction. You weren’t sure who he was, but the Flyers shirt on his torso paired with the backwards hat on led you to believe he was a player and would therefore know the layout of the rink quite well.

“Hey!” you called out, just loud enough to have him looking up from his phone and over to you. “I’m really sorry to bother you, but I have no idea where i’m going.”

He laughed gently and slid his phone into his back pocket, not overlooking the Islanders logo on your shirt or your name tag that hung around your neck. His eyes were soft and his smile was endearing in a time where you barely had anyone else look at you over the last few days.

“No worries, though i’m not sure i should be helping the enemy.” you laughed gently, about to make a remark about the Flyers not being your favorite team either, but he spoke again before you had the chance. “Where do you need to be?”

Some time later after you learned that the boy’s name was Carter and he was the Flyers’ goalie, he showed you everywhere you’d need to be over the next few hours. He pointed out different rooms and halls that would be of great use to you and now the two of you were sitting in the middle of the empty seats, looking down on the empty ice.

“It’s weird, seeing it like this.” Carter whispered softly, more to himself than to you, but it caught your ear nonetheless.

“Not used to seeing it completely empty?” he shook his head, telling you that there’s usually always someone down there. Whether they’re cleaning or moving things around, there’s almost always somebody down there.

“Why are you here all alone, by the way?” you hummed softly, letting out a deep sigh with a smile that Carter was easily able to identify as forced. “Don’t you have a hot shot boyfriend that could show you around?”

“And how would you know that?” your voice was light, playful, and it showed in your smile that Carter easily matched.

“I’m not sure there’s a single person that doesn’t know what Mathew Barzal’s girlfriend looks like.” he tore his eyes away from the rink, looking over at you with a look that had your stomach turning, a lump starting to form in the pit of your throat.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” your voice was soft but the silence across the rest of the rink was enough to lift your words up to his ears, the far corner of his mouth twitching up ever so slightly as he registered them.

“Y/n!” you jumped, startled by the outburst from the top of the section, craning your neck around to lock eyes with your boyfriend. “Where have you been?”

You groaned, one that resided in the back of your throat and was only heard by Carter due to his close proximity. He sensed the agitation in your body language and the way your eyes fluttered shut while you took a deep breath to compose yourself.

“Y/n!”

“I’m coming!” you yelled back, muttering a small ‘jesus’ under your breath before pushing yourself onto your feet. “Well, Mr. Hart, thank you for showing me around. I’d be lost without you, literally.”

He laughed at your joke, though corny he thought it was cute. He shook your hand playfully and watched you climb the stairs to your boyfriend who was glaring at Carter even from his place all the way at the top of the section.

“What are you doing down here?”

“So you’re talking to me now?” His jaw clenched, muscles tensing as he soaked in your question. He had almost forgotten the two of you were arguing currently, too focused on getting you away from Carter to assess the situation properly.

“What am i supposed to do? Watch you cozy up beside the goalie I'm about to score a hatty on?” in any other scenario, you’d be laughing, chirping him for claiming that he was going to score a hatty tonight, but you couldn’t do that right now. All you could do was laugh bitterly, focused on the fact that the only reason he was speaking to you for the first time in three days was rooted in jealousy.

“I wasn't cozying up next to anybody, Mat. I was lost and he had time to spare so he showed me around the rink. That’s all-”

"That’s not exactly how it looked to me just now.” you rolled your eyes and walked past him, ducking around his shoulder and walking in the direction of the room Carter pointed out for you a few minutes earlier. “Y/n! We’re talking!”

“I’m busy! We’ll talk later!”

It felt like you were running across the arena during the game, opting to tie your hair back halfway through the first period when you realized you wouldn’t have your own post like you normally would. You were doing your best to get the best shots you could possibly get, but that unfortunately had you breathing heavily and worn out by the time the second intermission rolled around.

Mat hadn’t scored once yet, and you could tell he was getting aggravated. He was playing rougher than he normally would, and you could see chirps being thrown around the ice, almost always directed towards your boyfriend. He took them in stride most times, only opting for a clenched jaw or maybe a hard hit against the boards.

When the second intermission began, you were given the okay to take a breather from your job while your boss flipped through the photos on your camera, laughing when you opted to lean back in one of the stadium seats with your limbs spread out around you haphazardly.

When you were switching sides for the nth time of the night, you ran into Carter again, decked out in his gear void of his helmet, the same charming smile shining in your direction once he saw you.

“To what do I owe the honor?” he joked, earning a few questioning glances from the few teammates gathered around him, all turning towards you with soft smirks and knowing eyes. They knew who you were, a lot of guys in the league knew who you were.

Everyone knew who Mathew Barzal was, and his need to show you off to the entire world once the two of you began dating was loud and in everyone’s face. Everyone who followed Mat on instagram or opened up a gossip article every now and again knew your face, knew how you looked tucked under Mat’s arm. It also didn’t help that the boys surrounding Carter had heard about his adventure with you around the rink earlier today.

“Well if it isn’t Mrs. Barzal.” You bit the inside of your cheek, holding back the insult tickling the tip of your tongue and deciding to focus on Carter nudging him in the ribs.

“Ignore him, he’s not even sure what the word filter means.” One of the taller ones, hair down to his shoulders and bright blue eyes sending you a gentle look, tried to assure you that his friend was anything but thoughtful in moments like these.

“I guess that’s why they call him the team rat, huh?” Travis, who had no idea you even knew who he was, narrowed his eyes at you just before a small smile stretched across his lips.

“How’s the game?” Carter’s smile practically hung off of his lips, confidence bursting at the seams as he silently referred to the fact that Mat had threatened him with a hatty not too long ago, and the Islanders had only scored once all night long, and it wasn’t even Mat’s.

Going into the third period, the Flyers were up 4-1.

“I plead the fifth.” you said gently, hearing a few laughs erupt all around you.

“Looks like your hubby’s not getting his hatty tonight.” One of the boys who you didn’t know the name of sent you a gentle elbow into your arm, offering up a smile with his chirp.

“Looks like he’s not getting a lot of things tonight.” your eyes found Carter, who was already looking at you with a wide smile. You took a deep breath, prying your eyes away from the boy and looking around the small circle that formed in the hall. “Well, boys, if you’ll excuse me-”

“Y/n!” you sighed then, unable to suppress a physical reaction to having your name yelled across the hall for the second time today. You were annoyed, given that this was only the second time Mat was speaking to you today and it had all of the same intentions as his last attempt.

“Yes?” you turned over your shoulder to see not only Mat but Tito as well, both looking at you as if you’d grown two extra heads. Tito looked to Mat, expecting him to answer your questioning eyes, but he never did. He just stared at you, lips parted but never speaking.

Truth be told, you needed him to say something. You needed him to say something because he was the one that had left you in the dark this week. He was the one that was going through a time so tough he took it out on you. You did your part, but Mat had yet to do his part, and it was killing you on the inside.

“I have to go.” you took off in the direction you were originally walking, searching for your next post in the stands.

You tried to distract yourself, but it didn’t seem to be working. Your hands were shaky while you tried to snap shots as much as you could, and when Mat had a breakdown on the ice, it all went even further downhill.

Carter didn’t take the brute of it, which surprised you in all honesty, but you weren’t all that surprised when your number 13 was going hit for hit with their 11. Gloves were dropped in the last three minutes of the game, both of them walking away with sore knuckles and five minute majors.

You weren’t even sure what started it, seeing as you were trying to snap a picture of Tito taking a shot on goal, the other two dropping their gloves on a different part of the ice and out of your view. You couldn’t watch it, instead dug your chin into your chest and tugged on the roots of your hair in frustration. You knew that the Flyers were going to win, given their four goal lead and the Islanders’ inability to get their shit together it seemed. You knew Mat was going to hit a rough practice tomorrow, and it somehow made you more excited to have a hotel room to yourself and the morning off.

You didn’t see Mat until you got back to your room, shoulders slumped and exhaustion raking through your body. You pushed the door to your room open and jumped a foot in the air at the sight of your boyfriend sitting at the foot of the bed, hands clasped together in his lap and head hung low. He was anxious, you could tell by his posture and the fact that he wouldn’t meet your eyes.

A sick feeling resided in your stomach when a minute passed and neither of you spoke up, both waiting for the other to take the leap. Mat tried to collect his thoughts, despite having plenty of time to do so while he waited for you. He wasn’t even sure how he made it back before you, if he was honest.

“Where have you been?” it was a bad lead in retrospect, given that he showed no real care as to where you were at any other point in the week. That on top of the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place made for a bad start to a hard conversation.

“Working, Mat. I do more than snap pictures of the team at games and run back home.” he knew that. He knew because he’d been the one that woke up in the middle of the night to you relentlessly editing things and piecing things together for a deadline. He was the one that woke up to an empty bed, finding you posted up at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee beside you and your head burning from the strain on your eyes.

You didn’t, however, tell him exactly what you were doing. You were working, yes, but you kept specifics to yourself. He didn’t deserve specifics when he was acting like this. You deserved an apology, an explanation, quite literally anything more than you currently had before you had to give out your whereabouts.

“I’m sorry this week’s been the way it has. I just- there’s a lot going on right now and I can’t get it all under control.” you sighed, setting your camera bag down on the desk before standing in front of Mat

“It’s fine if you don’t have things under control all the time.” you set your hands on his shoulders and waited for him to look up at you, eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite map out. “It’s not fine that you take things out on me when I didn’t cause you this distress.”

“I know.” he spoke softly, understanding that he was doing something wrong but not entirely providing a solution for it, nor figuring out a way to fix it. “I’m going to figure it out. I’m sorry.”

You nodded, accepting the soft kiss he silently asked for. You let him stay the night, though you couldn’t fall asleep. You leaned back into his chest, held his arm that was wrapped around you close to your chest, but you couldn’t sleep. You didn’t sleep for more than an hour or two before Mat’s alarm went off and he left for practice.

You were able to sleep after Mat left, only logging about three hours before your own alarm went off and you had to make it to the rink. The day seemed to be uneventful for a while, but when you finished all of the things you had to do for the day and found a seemingly decent restaurant to stop in on your way back to the hotel, you were met with four smiling faces that you recognized easily.

“Y/n!” Carter’s voice caught your ear easily, making you spin around in line, seeing the smiling boy give you a gentle wave from the table he was sitting at with the others, all who offered you a similar expression.

You held up one of your fingers, seeing four boys nod at you in response as they waited for you to order your food. By the time you ordered and paid, grabbing the number that the cashier slid across the counter to you and spinning around, there was a chair at the end of the table that Travis was sitting in, leaving the spot in the booth beside Carter vacant. All four of the boys were pointing at the seat, ushering you into it with wide smiles.

“Well this is a pleasant surprise.” you smiled warmly at the boys as you approached their table, sliding into the seat they vacated for you.

“You’re telling us.” Carter offered, his smile cutting through you just like it did every other time it was given to you.

Carter was cute, that much you could admit to. You hadn’t spent much time with him other than the other day when showed you around the rink, but you’d talked to him more than your own boyfriend in the past week so that was saying something. You were grateful for his hospitality, and even if you knew there was something else brewing beneath the surface, it wasn’t anything you were going to acknowledge and you certainly weren’t going to act on it.

The rest of the boys were nice. Travis was a bit of a pest, but Nolan was able to keep him under control most of the time. They balanced each other out and you were aware of that from the very beginning. Joel was a nice kid, not the loudest in the room but certainly not the quietest either. Overall you had a good time sitting with and talking to them, appreciating the good company in a time where you had felt pretty isolated.

They showed you a few places around Philly, sticking things within walking distance of the restaurant the five of you came from. It was fun, being able to forget about the chaos going on in your life for once. They even walked you back to your hotel, leaving you with each of their phone numbers to assist you in the rest of your time in Philly, and warm smiles.

Just as they were leaving, Carter hung back for a bit to offer you a softer smile than the one he was giving you throughout the day, his eyes telling you that there was something brewing in his mind, something he had been holding back about all day.

“I just wanted to say that you’re doing great. I don’t know what’s going on in your life, that much is obvious, but you deserve better.” he gave you one last smile and told you to call him if you needed anything at all before turning to catch up with his teammates.

Carter’s words hung in your mind longer than you would’ve expected. They made you rethink everything that had occurred in your life over the last few months, every up and down, every bridge you built both by yourself and with others. You wondered if you were where you were supposed to be, if this is where you were meant to be in life and how long you were meant to be there.

You loved Mat. You loved him completely, but there were things missing. You weren’t sure what it was, and part of you wanted to believe that you were just in the middle of a rough patch, but a greater part of you knew better. You knew that Mat was going through the thick of it, and your mind couldn’t help but wander over the chance that the time for you and Mat had run its course.

You went another night without sleep, the stress from overthinking yourself into oblivion making it impossible to get any consistent sleep throughout the night. It showed in the way that your bags were deeper, darker than normal and the way you yawned every few minutes. However, instead of dozing off in your seat or complaining about your lack of sleep, you grabbed a coffee with two extra shots of espresso on your way to the rink and threw yourself into your work.

You were neck deep in assignments, legs tucked under you and headphones stuck in your ears when a flash of blue entered your sight, prying your eyes away from your laptop and casting them up to the blue eyed boy from Quebec. He was looking at you like you’d done something wrong, like the world was on fire around you and you were holding a match.

You and Tito were good friends, especially after you started dating Mat. with the two of them being inseparable and Mat making a special place for you in his life, you and Tito naturally spent a lot of time together. You were good friends, honestly, but there was never a time when Tito took your side over Mat’s. Sometimes he passed judgment without hearing every side of every story, but you understood. You knew that Mat needed people to lean on when the two of you were in the thick of it, you just wished it didn’t morph Tito’s opinion on you.

“What can I do for you, Beau?” he hummed, a noise of disapproval that you had heard from him too many times to count. He sat beside you, not surprised to see you shut your laptop and turn your attention towards him.

“The two of you need to figure this out soon. You need to figure out what’s wrong and how to fix it, and by god you need to get him out of his head.” You could tell his intentions were genuine, that he just wanted his friends to be happy, but he wanted the two of you to be happy together, and you weren’t sure there was any more room for that.

“I’ve tried, Beau-”

“No, you haven’t. You haven’t tried, because when the two of you try, things get resolved.”

“You’re right. When the two of us try, we fix things. When the two of us work through things together, we come out of it alive. But you’re missing the big picture, Tito. the two of us aren’t trying. I’m trying. I’ve been trying. I try so hard, and he gives me absolutely nothing. He ignores me for days, only speaks to me when we fly out to a different city and he sees me interacting with somebody who isn’t him. It’s not my fault, Tito, and I know that’s hard for you to see because you’re so far up his ass that you can’t see the bigger picture but here I am. I’m here telling you how to see things for once and I’m begging you that you just hear me out.”

He was speechless, but nodded. He didn’t know what to say to you, but he wanted to hear you out because the crack in your voice and the exhaustion that was bringing tears to our eyes was breaking his heart right in front of you.

“I’m trying, whole heartedly. I ask what’s wrong and I offer solutions, and he takes none of it. He comes into my hotel room with a key, that I'm not even sure how he got, and he tells me he’s sorry but then nothing changes. He stopped coming over after practices, and gets annoyed when I have deadlines I can’t miss. I try and he doesn’t, and if that makes us fall apart then so be it, Tito, because I can’t fucking do it anymore.” your eyes burned, filled to the brim with tears you tried to suppress as Tito looked at you like you were fragile. He looked at you like you were the broken one, like if he even touched you on the shoulder you’d break into a million pieces.

“Y/n-”

“I have to go.” you stood up, grabbing your things that sat around your seat and took off in any direction that looked safe enough for you to escape the headspace you were slipping into.

You’d made it down one hall and around a few corners before you ran into somebody, the impact shaking you enough to have you distracted from the intrusive thoughts you were having. You looked up, met with soft eyes and a look of concern that had your heart sinking further into your stomach than it already had been. His hands reached out, brushing hair out of your face and holding your head back long enough for him to try to piece together what could be wrong.

“What happened?” your lip wobbled then, enough for your chin to twitch and have you bite down roughly on your bottom lip.

Carter grabbed your hand, the one that wasn’t gripping onto your laptop, and pulled you into a room not too far from your place in the hall. It was a small room, only met for equipment that had no other home, but it was enough to get you out of the wide open hallway where anyone would be able to see the breakdown you were about to endure.

He pried the items out of your arms, set them on the shelf beside you so your mind would be at ease with their safety, and wrapped his arms around you. He didn’t know you very well, but he saw the way you reacted to physical touch. He saw the way you leaned into hugs or shook people’s hands for a second longer than most. He made a judgment call within seconds, but he knew he did the right things when you pressed your face into his chest and let out sobs that you’d been holding back for weeks.

He didn’t pester you nor rush you, just held you in the room that could be classified as a closet and let you get everything out. You clung to him, and he held you softly, hands running up and down your back in a soothing manner while he waited for you to catch your breath.

When you did, he pulled back, soft smile still as heavy as it always had been. He waited for your cue, something to tell him it was okay to pry. He didn’t want to overstep your boundaries, and he had no idea where the lines were drawn so it was a dangerous game.

“It’s too much.” you whispered softly, closing your eyes gently while Carter hummed, not entirely understanding your words.

“What’s too much?”

“Everything. Everyone’s expectations, everyone’s thoughts and opinions. The fact that i’m trying to fix a relationship all on my own and still getting the heat for it not working out. Having a full time job where I can’t run away from problems in my personal life. I wish I was still in college, wish I wasn’t surrounded by these people who are staring at me like I’ve burned down the entire planet when I’m the only one that’s trying to save it.”

He listened the whole way through, not interrupting nor giving his unwarranted thoughts and while it was just a common courtesy, it was groundbreaking for you. To be able to pour out everything you’re feeling and thinking without someone trying to pick your brain on the subject was refreshing. You couldn’t remember the last time you put everything out on the table like that without seeing it knocked off right after.

“Hey” you looked up at him, sniffling softly and watching his lips turn up in a smile at the sound. “You’re okay. It’ll all be okay. If you feel invalidated or uncomfortable in the situation you’re in, there’s always an out. Even if it feels like there’s not, even if it feels impossible to claw your way to the exit, there’s always a way out. And if you need help getting there, I know a guy or two who’d be willing to help.”

Carter had a way of knocking you off of your feet with a simple sentence. His words cut through you like a song you’d never heard before, like lyrics that dig so deep you feel like it was written just for you. Carter was picking your brain in the gentlest way possible, and you were eating up every single second of it.

You thanked him for his comfort, for his ear and his wisdom. You were sure that there were things you would have to do in the coming days that would be harder than you could’ve ever imagined, but you were sure that they were necessary in order to better your life for yourself.

You were going to get through this.

All was said and one until the door swung open and you stepped out of the equipment room, locking eyes with the one person on the Flyers bench that didn’t know the meaning of the word silence. Travis meant well most of the time, truly, but that didn’t mean you’d spill all of your secrets to him.

But he smiled at you softly, noticing your red rimmed eyes and tear tracks on your cheek. He saw the look that Carter gave him from behind you and so he simply put his fingers up to his lips as if locking them shut and tossed the key over his shoulder. It was simple, but effective, and he truly had every intention of keeping the knowledge to himself, until he was standing on the ice face to face with the centerman that dropped his gloves opposite him the other night and well, Tk found an opening.

You weren’t sure what was said, nor who started it, but you were sure that in the middle of the second period with a tied game, tensions were not high enough for there to be multiple scrums on the ice.

No other fight mattered until your eyes locked in on Mat saying something, neck vein popping out and spit flying. Whatever he said must have struck a chord with Travis because in an instant, you saw Travis’s lips moving and Mat’s fist flying. It was his second fight in two games and it was highly unlike him to fight this often, but it seemed that he was on edge.

The tension didn’t boil down for the rest of the game, chirps only growing more intense and penalties being called more often than not. It was a head banger, a nail biter, and you were almost distracted from your work to watch it.

Mat was enraged by the time you got to him. His body picked up a couple more cuts and bruises, one that landed on his right cheek bone from a high stick in the beginning of the third. His knuckles were bruised from punching Tk and his eyes were darker than the bright blue color you adored.

You knew it had everything to do with you when the rest of the team sent you careful looks, both of disapproval and warning. You knew something was wrong, something had happened and you were unintentionally standing in the middle of it. When Tito passed you, a scoff dropping from his lips and his shoulder knocking yours gently, you knew it was bad.

“Beau?”

“Oh I'm not helping you out of this one.” he said softly, a careful look thrown over his shoulder at Mat who was glaring at you from his place against the wall. “You have to go fix that one by yourself.”

You wanted to shove him away from you, wanted to tell him that he was being ridiculous and unfair, but you didn’t. Instead, you let him grab his back and walk out towards the bus that would take you all to the airport.

“Mat-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” his voice was low and dark, an animosity dripping from his tongue that you’d never heard him use before. He walked past you, leaving the rest of the guys to let out low whistles and shoot you apologetic looks because in retrospect, they witnessed what happened on the ice. You still had no idea.

“It’s bad, y/n.” You looked over at Marty who stood a few feet away from you, throwing his bag over his shoulder and shooting you a careful look. “I’ve never seen him so mad.”

You sighed and thanked him, giving him one more thanks when he said he’d save you a seat on the plane and took off after Mat. he wasn’t too far ahead, but his angry strides took him far enough to send you into a jog through the facility.

“Mat, wait! Mat! Jesus, Mat just talk to me!” he paused in stride, turned on the balls of his feet and glared into you from his place across the hall.

“Frankly, I don’t want to hear it, y/n. I don’t want to talk to you, and I don’t want to be round you. I want you to leave me the fuck alone.” he went to turn again, hoping that that was good enough to get you off of his back for now.

“So we’re just going to ignore it until it blows over? That’s not going to fix anything Mathew!” he dropped his bag, loud and harsh against the tile beneath his feet. He spun around and strode up to, face to face with mere inches between you.

“There’s nothing to fix. You made your point, you chose your side, and you chose to throw me out to the wolves like I never meant anything to you. So yes, we’re going to ignore it for now but no, it won’t blow over. If you wanted to fix things you shouldn’t be shacking up with goalies in closets.”

“I wasn’t shacking up with anybody in a closet you douche. I was crying in that closet because you’re too stubborn to talk to me. I’m trying so hard, and you’re giving me absolutely nothing to work with. You send Beau to convince me to fix things but you’re not even trying, Mat! You’re the one ignoring me and I’m supposed to fix things?”

“You’re not supposed to cheat on me!” you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to suppress the emotions bubbling over currently. You were trying to get through this conversation but it was defeating, and having him yell at you in front of his entire team was not helping.

“I didn’t ch-”

“That’s bullshit! You expect me to believe you were just hanging out in there for fun?”

“She was crying, dude.” Mat looked over your shoulder at the same time you let out a string of profanities under your breath. Why he was here right now, you had no idea, but you had a feeling it wasn’t going to help any.

“You’ve got some nerve to be here right now.” Carter shrugged, showing no intimidation towards Mat at all. He wasn’t scared, wasn’t backing down, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to stand by and watch Mat scream at you for something you didn’t even do.

“You’ve got some nerve to scream at her like that.” When Mat moved you pressed both of your hands into his chest, steady and hard enough to keep him in his place, not even taking a step towards Carter.

A silence hung in the air, thick and uncomfortable like polluted air that clogged your lungs. Everyone could feel it but nobody made a move. Nobody stood up or down, not weighing in to the conversation with a viewpoint on either side. Everyone simply watched, waiting for you or Mat to say something to the other one, or maybe for you to say something to Carter.

Mat looked down at you, eyes still dark as they were earlier, jaw clenched and breathing fairly regular. He looked angry, angrier than he ever was off the ice. You wanted him to know you didn’t do anything with Carter, nothing more than crying into his chest about problems like the one you were currently stuck in. But then he spoke, he spoke and you felt everything around you wither away.

“Get on the bus right now, or we’re through.” he picked up his bag and gave both you and Carter one final glance before taking a few steps backwards. He was waiting for you to move, waiting for you to choose your side right here, right now.

“Y/n.” Carter’s voice was much more gentle than Mat’s, giving you a break from the screaming and crying. It broke his heart when you glanced over your shoulder and showcased red rimmed eyes and wet cheks just like you had earlier. He knew you were hurting, knew you were in a sticky situation that you couldn’t find your way out of, and all he wanted to do was help.

“Now, y/n.” you looked back at Mat, who had stopped walking by now and was raising his eyebrows in your direction.

It was harder than it should’ve been. You’d known Carter for just over 48 hours and while you appreciated everything he had done for you in the short amount of time, Mat was your boyfriend. Mat was there in times you thought you’d never make it out of. He knew you, knew how you operated. He knew things about you that you didn’t even know about yourself, and he held a piece of your heart in his hands, even if he didn’t protect it the way he used to.

You couldn’t walk away from Mat, but there was a hesitation in your movements. Your slow movements as you wiped your cheeks and walked towards him, head hung low and accepting the arm that was thrown around your shoulders.

You didn’t turn to see Carter’s face, didn’t even look up to see Mat’s. You didn’t want to see either of them, didn’t want to talk to them or hear what they had to say. All you wanted right now was to crawl into your bed at home and cast out the world around you.

“You made the right choice, baby.” The kiss that dug into the side of your head was anything but comforting, if anything it was degrading. It was his way of showing you that choosing him was the easier path, that he would’ve flipped the world completely upside down if you had turned on your heels moments ago.

You and Mat didn’t come to a conclusion that night. You didn’t resolve anything nor did you truly talk about anything. Instead, you let him into your bed and you let him drive away the pain that he caused over the course of the last few weeks. You let him convince you he’d be better, that he loved you and he’d do anything to be there for you. You let him convince you that he was the one for you, that nobody could make you feel the things that he did and while you believe all of this at one point, you weren’t sure you still did.

You added another night to the count of sleepless ones, basking in your thoughts and the ache in your chest after Mat dozed off. Having him just behind you was oddly comforting despite the fact that thoughts in your head were too loud for sleep.

Another week went by before anyone said anything, despite the few Flyers that were blowing your phone up with messages to check if you were okay and ask why you went with Mat when he clearly didn’t deserve an ounce of your attention. You explained that you loved him, that he was your boyfriend and you owed him a clean break if that’s what ended up happening. You also worked with the Islanders, and you couldn’t just stay in Philly with no way to get back home and hours away from work.

Carter had been receptive and understanding, though you weren’t sure you expected much else from him. He didn’t expect you to stay, didn’t even expect you to choose him over Mat, but he expected you to do better for yourself. He expected you to be strong for yourself, to offer yourself a better future than the one you were seemingly drawing up for yourself.

It wasn’t until you got a peculiar phone call that you were even thrown out of the routine of clawing your way through the night and chasing it down with a large coffee and one too many espresso shots.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Ms. Y/l/n?”

“This is she.”

“Hi Ms. Y/l/n, this is Chuck Fletcher with the Philadelphia Flyers. I was wondering if you had a minute to talk.”

You did a 180 after that phone call, pressed with another decision to make and seemingly no time to make it. You didn’t have many people to turn to about the decision, seeing as most all of your friends were biased in their decision making. Your friends loved Mat. They loved Mat and they loved going to Islanders games.

You called Carter after you hung up the phone, anger bubbling over to the point of tears by the time he answered the phone just to let you rip into him. You accused him of getting you the job as the Flyers’ photographer just to have you closer to him, just to pry you away from Mat and New York as a whole. You accused him of not even knowing your skill level, just using this as a ploy to ask you on a date if you showed up.

He listened the whole time, waited for a break in your words to ask if you were serious, to tell you that he’d seen your portfolio because his GM brought it over when he noticed Carter had spoken to you. He told you that he had no say in you getting this job offer other than him telling his GM about the sincere interactions he’d had with you. He put in a good word for your personality, but he never made a comment about your skill level.

Now, you had a decision to make. A decision that would lead to many other decisions, so you thought. You thought you’d have to make a yes or no decision that would snowball into so many decisions you’d be left to suffocate in unanswered questions. Little did you know that by making one decision, the rest were made for you.

“You’re doing what?” you sighed, trying to find the point in this conversation where you’d be left with a new job and a happy relationship, but it seemed as though that wasn’t in the cards for you.

“I’m moving to Philly-”

“It’s because of him isn’t it?” you shook your head gently, feeling the weight of the world trying to shove you beneath the surface. It was weighing you down, pushing you further and further until you reached the core of it all.

“It’s because it’s a better job for me, Mat.”

“How in the hell is a better job for you?” he didn’t believe you. Not after everything that happened. He didn’t think there were possibly any other explanations for your move.

“It pays more, the cost of living is cheaper in Philadelphia, I get more benefits with the Flyers and I get-”

“A new boyfriend.” you paused, took a deep breath. You tried to breathe through the panic coursing through your body, tried to assure yourself that you must have heard him wrong.

“A what?”

“If you move to Philly, you get a new boyfriend. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You don’t want me anymore, you want him. So he gets you a big new fancy job and you get to leave New York, right? Because you didn’t want to live in New York your whole life so this is the time to get out. This is the time for you to leave your life behind, to start fresh and meet new people. It’s time for you to start looking for studios, right? For you to start booking freelance shit.”

He comes to the realization too late, when he’s already said enough things to hurt you for a lifetime. He realizes that you moving makes more sense than he wants it to. You never wanted to stay in New York for your whole life. Sure, if things with Mat ended up better than they did, you would’ve stayed for him in a heartbeat. You would’ve gone wherever his career took him because yours can truly be done anywhere, but he knew New York wasn’t your preferred state to live in.

The Mat you fell in love with, the one that took you on dates to your favorite restaurants and brought you home flowers just because, was finally coming back to the surface. The one that offered you his heart on a platter without asking for it, and treated yours with the gentlest touch. You were seeing him again, for the first time in a long time. You wanted to hold onto him, to open up your heart and make room for him again but the truth was there was no more room. You’d vacated a space for him a long time ago and he threw it away. It was too late for that Mat to come back.

“It’s giving you room to grow right? But the growth is different this time. The growth is away from me, apart from me. The growth is individual now, all on your own, but that’s good. That’s good because you need to grow and I- I’m not right for you anymore.” he started shaking his head, letting the dam of tears that he had kept in for so long finally burst.

You were there to catch him, to hold him tightly and kiss his damp cheeks. You were there to assure him that he deserves the world, that you tried to give that to him but truthfully, maybe you just weren’t trying the right things. You assured him that he wasn’t a bad person, that he wasn’t good for you but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be good for somebody else.

You were there to catch Mat when he fell, and you helped him stand back up again.

Now you were walking away, your head held high and a smile finally living on your lips as you assured him that this was good for both of you in more ways than one. You were going to be okay, and you were sure that Mat was going to be okay too.

So you moved to Philly. You moved into an apartment not too far from the rink, one with a cheese steak place right around the corner. You started working with the Flyers and seemingly fell right into place with them. You made friends and found your footing, feeling like everything leading up to now was exactly for this. All of the pain and hardships you endured was for this, for you to feel like you had finally done the right thing for yourself rather than for everyone else.

You made the right decision.

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