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swissboyhisch · 10 months

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Little Miss Klutz

Pairing: Carter Hart x Reader

Summary: Despite you hating your pain link to your soulmate, he had a tendency to look on the brighter side.

Word Count: 746

Warnings: Swearing, injuries, long-distance relationship

Request: Yes Soulmate pain au with Carter Hart where the reader is a player and plays forward on a different team ( like Calgary) and she is very accident prone

A/N: I hope you like it. It's not super long but I enjoyed writing it.

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You loved your job, but it didn’t help that you were accident-prone. And your team loved to remind you. Your teammates laughed while your soul mate suffered the consequences. You shared pain as your soul link. If you bruised, he bruised. When you got hit with a puck, he felt it.

Today was another practice where you got dressed and were first on the ice. You skated around momentarily, doing some stick handling as a little warm-up, shooting a couple of pucks to the back of the net.

“Heads up, Klutz!”

You were a good player and had a good reaction time, but the puck came at you too quickly. SMACK! The icy, hard rubber hit your jaw, taking you down to the ice. Luckily, you couldn’t feel or taste any blood—this time.

“Dude!”

Your teammate rushed to you, apologising profusely. “I’m sorry! I thought you’d dodge it.”

“You know me better than that,” You groan.

Your best friend and one of your linemates, Lila, came out with what looked to be your phone to her ear. “Yeah, she’s good. You good, Klutz?”

One of your hands stayed where you were hit on the jaw; the other threw a thumbs up towards Lila. You slowly climbed to your feet, skated to the entrance, and took the phone from her.

“Hey, C.”

The familiar, heart-warming chuckle floated down the line, “That was a nasty one.”

“Not as bad as the one you took to the cheek against the Pens,” You retorted, taking the ice pack from Meave, who still was apologising.

“Still felt pretty bad,” Carter hums. “You haven’t even started your morning skate.”

You grumbled lightly, annoyed you had taken a hit before this morning’s practice began. The boy on the other end of the line could tell you were frustrated, so he went on, telling you how his morning had been so far. He kept your mind occupied while you waited on the ice.

“Come on, Klutz,” The coach called as she stepped on the ice.

“Have a good practice, babe,” Carter replied, hearing your coach in the background.

“I’ll call you after practice, C. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You took more than your fair share of pucks and bumps through practice. You couldn’t be bothered counting after five pucks. But it was a good skate otherwise. All ready for the game later that night versus Toronto. The team had worked hard this season, and it was paying off.

You finish training and shower before returning to your apartment to go through your pre-game routine. As soon as you climbed in the car, you called Carter. It was one of the many rituals you and Carter had come to love throughout your long-distance relationship.

“11.”

“Huh?”

Carter laughed, “You took 11 pucks to the body after the one before training. So I mean, you took 12 overall but 11 during training.”

“You counted?!” You gasp jokingly. You pull out of the rink car park and head towards your apartment. “I can’t believe you counted.”

“You getting hit before training even started indicated to me it was going to be one of those days,” Carter admitted.

The two of you laughed, talking about how you both were on the journey home, which was not very far. You found your parking spot, grabbed out your bag and made sure you had your phone, still on call to Carter.

“You make it back?”

“Just making my way into the lobby.” The doorman smiled as he opened the door for you as you neared. “Thank you, John.”

After several flights of stairs, you made it to your apartment. You unlock the door and step in. You were too busy talking to Carter to see that your cat had left one of his toys in the middle of the hall.

“Fuck.”

Carter was silent for a moment before laughing. “Did you just trip?”

“...no.”

Your boyfriend knew you too well. He could tell you were lying to save you the embarrassment. But you also knew he could tell you were lying. To be honest, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I love you,” Carter chuckled, “Despite you causing more than 50% of our shared pain.”

“Whatever…”

“Say it.”

You were teasing at this point. “I don’t think I will.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Klutz!”

You laugh at Carter’s tone before replying affectionately. “I love you more, Carter. Even though you tease me about my clumsiness.”

TAG LIST:

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

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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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buttercupjosh · 1 year

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It’s been about 2 years since I started my hockey fic recommendations list but I would like to note that I stopped updating the lists for certain players (Ex. C*rter H*rt and V*nce D*nn) because I don’t like them anymore or there’s been a change in the player’s life that caused me to stop reading fic for them/possibly leading to the decline of fic for that player specifically (Ex. Travis Konecny getting married and having a child, Tyler Seguin getting engaged). If y’all would like for me to update these lists, let me know but as for now and going forward, I will not going to be going out of my way to update their lists unless requested.

#carter hart #vince dunn #travis konecny #tyler seguin #hockey fic recs #hockey fic rec

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silverstonesainz-archive · 2 years

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𝐛-𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 & 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 ━━ 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

hello, welcome to my old masterlist!

these are filled with hockey & 5sos (mainly calum) fics that i've worked on in the past. didn't want to delete them, so you can find them here.

i currently don't write for 5sos or hockey at the moment, but that could change at any time. but enjoy what i have for now!

key: ♠ - smut | ✿ - fluff | ✦ - angst | ⍟ - favorite

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

⤷ tired ✿ ⤷ in a perfect world ✦ ⤷ forget ✦ || remember ✿ ⤷ street light ✦ ⤷ personal feelings ✿ – a compilation of personal thoughts and feelings that i've projected onto calum hood

𝐧𝐡𝐥

The SOUR Series (on hiatus)

𝐦𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐳𝐚𝐥 ⤷ home ✿ ⤷ the play off beard ♠

𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐡𝐨 ⤷ this is how it ends ✦ || finish line ✿

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 ⤷ drivers license – tyson jost ⤷ 1 step forwards, 3 steps back – carter hart ⤷ deja vu – sidney crosby ⤷ instagram official – carter hart ⤷ bliss – sebastian aho

#calum hood #nhl #hockey works #obx #drabbles #one shots #instagram edits #5sos #5 seconds of summer #sebastian aho #tyson jost #carter hart #andrei svechnikov #silverstonesainz masterlist

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thatsnotbuddies · 1 year

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g’s hrpf recs

okok this blog exists bc one day I clicked on a tknp fic in some random person’s bookmarks just because it seemed interesting and the rest is history

so it’s only right i make a list of my fave fics I’ve read since then

here goes

⭐ = ultimate faves

I’ve got about . 200 hrpf bookmarks on ao3 but these are the ones that I think about a lot/have re-read more than twice. there’s soo much more I could rec, if you want a list for a specific pairing lmk??

TKNP

colours i can't see (with anyone else) - (E, 7,357 words) ⭐

Travis gets the call about two weeks before he stands before the team, helmet dangling from his fingertips and heart beating against his chest like it wants to crack through his ribs.

“I’m moving to Toronto.”

The silence that washes through the locker room is deafening. No one says anything for a long 30 seconds. The only sound is that of skate guards squeaking against the floor.

Nolan is the one who breaks the silence. “What the fuck? They can’t trade you.” And Travis winces and Nolan widens his eyes like a deer caught in headlights and someone to his left sighs. “Oh.”

Notes: The conversation in the second to last scene gets me Every Time 😭

vision trick - (E, 21,528 words)

Pat’s new house is haunted.

Notes: I’m an Interstellar (2014), Contact (1997), love-transcending-all-dimensions-including-time girlie so this is. everything. to me.

JOEL FARABEE/MORGAN FROST

letters from allentown (T, 4,539 words) ⭐

“Hahahah the flyers are shit,” Morgan tweets, sometime in early November of 2013. He's probably not expecting a pissy pre-teen from Cicero, New York to slide into his DMs and start up a four year argument over whether or not the Flyers suck, right up until Morgan turns eighteen and gets drafted by the Flyers himself.

Notes: This is THEE quintessential joel/morgan fic to me

in my defense, spring - (T, 2,764 words, Magical Realism) ⭐

Morgan gets called up a month into the season. He arrives in Philly with three suits, two duffle bags full of gear, and a very large potted basil plant.

Notes: I went on a magical realism bender for a bit and this is one of the faves. Frosty as a spring witch born into a winter witch family :’) Taking care of all his plants :’)

MCSTROME

The Next Next One (M, 71,275 words) ⭐

No, Dylan has not picked up a copy of the book, nor does he plan to anytime soon. No, he has not talked to Connor about it. He hasn’t talked to Connor about anything in a long time, but the media does not need to know that.

Notes: This is number one all time fave. It turns me inside out every time I read it. So well written down to the fake book snippets!!!! You could take this and make a movie adaptation of it and it would kill at the box office.

MATTDRAI

how lovely are thy branches (M, 5271 words) (also Tim Stutzle/Brady Tkachuk)

“What is it about my family that makes us so damn irresistible to you Germans?”

Notes: This is just such a laugh, I love it

JOEL FARABEE/CARTER HART (you know when you’re not that invested in a pairing but some of the writing for it is just so good? this is me with this)

pour some sugar on him and blame it on the rain - (T, 5,719 words, Magical Realism)

Carter is a witch working the convenience store night shift. Joel is a regular customer who just can’t seem to stop getting cursed. Morgan is mostly along for the ride.

Notes: Fun! Shenanigans!

You look so sweet in the heat of the summer (E, 5,319 words)

Carter's fed up with feeling like he’s wasting his summer, out of sync with his friends, watching the days dwindle down with nothing to show for it.

He’s not sure what he expects Joel to be able to do about that feeling, but at least he’s a promised distraction.

Notes: This is so great at capturing a Very Specific summer vibe. End notes changed my whole opinion on ‘Tis The Damn Season, lmao. I cry now.

#one thing about me is I will read an hrpf fic if it seems interesting I don't even have to follow the team or know the guys lmfao #this list has the mainstays though. i'll make a misc list later #hrpf #fic recs #fun fact there was a period of time where I just read tknp fics not knowing what they looked like . insane #thatsnotbuddies fic recs

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fly-guys · 3 months

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Because of the ongoing hockey canada investigation and Carter Hart’s involvement I decided to take down my fic’s about him and delete all my art of him (that only deletes it on my page, so if you reblogged you would have to delete it yourself)

I’m disgusted that these men were allowed to get away with this for all these years and hockey canada enabled it but I hope the victim can get some justice and the chance to recover.

#tw sex assault #tw rape

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hookingminor · 3 months

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in light of the hockey canada news, I will be deleting all of my carter hart content. however my 4+1 fic I am quite proud of, so if anyone has any recommendations of who I should rewrite that for so it is still available for all of you, please let me know and I'll consider it! ❤️

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tapedsleeves · 2 years

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ts’s hrpf fic masterpost

all business baby (none of the hype) - tyler seguin / michael raffl (Dallas Stars) - wc: 5448, rated T (for tyler, thee slut) - Tyler invites Michael to stay with him until he gets settled in Dallas.

and the idea of - carter hart / travis konecny (Philadelphia Flyers) - wc: 3571, Rated T (for the grinder / personal chef au) - Carter Hart has got one Hookup That Got Away - The Hookup and the extremely good quiche. It's definitely the quiche that he misses most. Definitely.

you’re the only one (who can calm me down) - jack eichel / robin lehner (Vegas Golden Knights) wc: 7270 - rated E (for eichelfuckin, y’all) Jack asks for a scene, with a welcome surprise: lingerie. Featuring: Robin putting Jack in lingerie, making him rub off against his arm, with bonus face-fucking and slapping!

if you let it be right - mark stone / max pacioretty (Vegas Golden Knights) - wc: 717, rated T (for the beginning of a theme for me) - Just a cozy comfortable 6167 snippet to help us deal with *waves hands at everything*

a little too late to do the right thing now - mark stone / max pacioretty (Vegas Golden Knights) wc: 2681 rated T (for that’s not how you propose, mark) - Mark asks Max to go to a wedding with him, later in the summer. (It’s their wedding.)

meet you in thin air - mark stone / max pacioretty (Vegas Golden Knights) wc:437 rated T (for the most comfort) Mark soothes Max’s anxiety

dinner and a show - mark stone / max pacioretty (Vegas Golden Knights) wc:798 rated T (for hand kissing!) Max covers for Mark during press after the 'fight.'

sting and honey - mark stone / max pacioretty (Vegas Golden Knights) wc:338 rated T (for hurt/comfort) - Mark takes care of Max while he's hurt

some kind of tomorrow - mark stone / max pacioretty (Vegas Golden Knights) wc:338 rated T (for sleep staring) Max wakes up in Mark's bed for the first time.

soft as it began - mark stone / max pacioretty (Vegas Golden Knights) wc:1101 rated T (for coda to the 12/27/21 game where Max said “fuck” really loudly) Max coming home to Mark, who comforts him about it & the future, a little.

somewhere between you and me - mark stone / max pacioretty (Vegas Golden Knights) wc:100 rated T (for i actually did a drabble!) old men flirting over golf.

everyone deserves a crown of light - mostly gen, mark stone, max pacioretty, zach whitecloud, nic hague, nic roy, dylan coghlan, william karlsson, jonathan marchessault, reilly smith, jack eichel, robin lehner (Vegas Golden Knights) wc:611 rated G (for guys, this is so cute) A series of 5 instax pictures taken by various knights that mark keeps in his wallet to show people like a proud, but weird, dad.

#hrpf #6167 #hockey rpf #carter hart / travis konecny #jack eichel / robin lehner #tyler seguin / michael raffl

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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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

TAG LIST

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

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danifesting · 6 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @yekoc! Thank you for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

72, with the largest number in hockey rpf (59)

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

646,636

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently: F1 rpf and hockey rpf, I have also written for Marvel and The Mortal Instruments fandoms in the past

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Most of my most kudosed are F1 fics despite my half decade in hockey fandom. I wrote a lot of rarepairs there or ships that became popular but were just getting off the ground. By kudos:

live in five (which honestly surprised me a little since it's about a nonbinary character) (Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen)

we're dancing in this world alone (Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick)

maybe we did something right (Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen)

pegging and other adventures (Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen)

got suckered in (Carter Hart/Travis Konecny)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I didn't used to reply to comments for a long time but over the last like 2-3 years I respond to every comment I get. I tend to do it as soon as I get the ao3 email so I won't forget to do it. I like responding to comments now that I do and I enjoy engaging with the readers of my fics.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't write angsty endings. All of my fics end happily.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think most of them are equally happily but I think the two most hard earned ones are play til you win (in which Daniel is an alcoholic who has to quit drinking and go to therapy to get there) and unchained melody (which is set in the 1950s and involves a lot of depression and self denial and immense heartbreak before they get there). I think to me the most hard fought victories are the happiest, especially when you have to overcome great odds to get there like in these two fics.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

So, when I wrote regret (Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick, regency omegaverse) I made a person a villain and got like 30 harassing comments from the same person about making him the villain. He deserved to be the villain.

I also got some not so nice comments on maybe we did something right because Max says of course a lot which honestly, if anything, I undersold it compared to real life.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes! I think at least half if not more of my fics contain smut. I actually enjoy the challenge of writing it. I've written a lot of different kinds but largely it's pretty vanilla. My favorite smut to write is definitely f/f though since it's the kind I obviously know that most about.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I once wrote a Mitch Marner/Shawn Mendes fic for a dear friend who was going through a hard time. It's very cute.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Another one where if I have, I don't know about it. People are totally welcome to translate my fic though! I would be quite flattered.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I co-wrote a rather long soulmate trope subversion fic with a friend for hockey big bang one year and I think we did a great job marrying our writing styles. The fic is where the light went (Nico Hischier/Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? In F1, it's far and away Maxiel. For hockey rpf it's a 3-way tie between TK/Nolan, Jack/Nico, and Mitch/Dylan. I'm Marvel, easily Stucky.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Sadly, my Nico/Nolan college gymnastics au. I only have the first couple of pages written and I think the idea is brilliant (it's rule 63 and in it Nolan missed out on Olympic gold in a tie break scenario like Raisman and Mustafina) but I think it's never going to happen, especially now that I'm writing hockey less than I used to.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Strong research, and setting a time and place that is very grounded when I write AUs (particularly those that are set in the past)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I don't always keep to the fandom general consensus of characterization very well but I'm not sure that's truly a weakness.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Absolutely not. I only speak English really at all and Google is a very poor translator. I don't want to get another language wrong and I don't really think it serves to move the story along if the other party wouldn't understand it anyway.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

A long deleted Welcome to Nightvale fic that was only 800 words long and was deleted 6 months after I posted it on ao3 because it wasn't very good.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

It is 100% unchained melody. I think it's lush and beautiful and rich storytelling that's very grounded in the time and place (late 1950s, Winnipeg) it's written and I don't think I will ever write anything as wonderful as that. A close second though is play til you win which I think has some similar qualities in terms of groundedness in time and place (mid 2000s, central New Jersey).

Tagging: @thewindowatkirkland @fourmula1 @33max and @nobrakesdown

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hockeyboysimagines · 4 months

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Happy New Year!

You all have been so amazing. You were so patient with my long hiatus, supportive of my return, and did so much to grow this blog this year. Pat yourselves on the back. Without you, I wouldn’t be writing like I am today, so for that thank you🤍 from the bottom of my heart. I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.

All that being said, what are some things you wanna see in 2024? Send me in some asks that include-

New additions to my Who I write for.( Please check list, and completed projects before requesting to make sure I haven’t already done it)

New projects to add to existing storylines.

New prompts for blurbs.

A 1K followers celebration? I’m at 990.

Anything else!

Please let me know! So excited for what this year holds with all of you🤍

Just a reminder, blurbs are open for today only to celebrate the new year, so make sure you send some in. I’ve already received a few. They’ll be completed throughout the week. Can’t wait to see what you all send in!

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astars-things · 2 years

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Coud I request a Carter Hart fic? Something really fluffy pleaseee!

Tw- anxiety is mentioned in this

Thanks for your request 💕

Carter and I were sitting on the couch watching tv eating popcorn but Carter was sitting there so invested into this movie not really paying attention to anything, I was sitting there on the couch while my anxiety filled brain was going into over drive thinking about situations that I didn’t know were possible. Next thing I know Carter is wiping my tears and telling me I’m okay.

“Bub can we go on a car drive please” I plead while hugging him tight

“Of course babe, let’s go come on grab you emotional support blanket , and I’ll carry you out to the car” he gently said

As we go into the car I put on my “Me & him <3” playlist and press shuffle as soon as I see the title of the song all my anxiety and stress just flew away. The first song that plays was “umbrella by rihanna” Carter and I look at each other and immediately turn up the volume. As soon as the lyrics “I'll always be your friend Took an oath, I'ma stick it out 'til the end” came on we screamed like no tomorrow after our amazing concert our night was slowly coming to an end so did my ability to stay awake.

“Baby if you’re tired go to sleep, when we get home I’ll put you to bed” Carter whispered to me while rubbing his thumb over my knuckles I was so tired I could only reply with

“Mhm”

Hope you like it

Stay hydrated

Love you all x

#imagines #fluff #hockey blurbs #carter hart #philadephia flyers

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

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Hi could I request a fic with Carter Hart. Lyric prompt 2? thank you❤️

Sure hun!!!

Lyric prompt: “We could get hitched and have a couple of kids.”

Carter was 18 when he knew that you were the one he was going to marry. You had been together since 9th grade, you followed him everywhere for hockey, and you had always been the biggest supporter in his life (besides his family). It just made sense that one day he would man up and ask you the question.

Even though Carter knew so young he wanted to be with you forever it took years in Philly for him to find the strength. He debated on the perfect restaurant, the ring, and the audience. No matter how much planning he put it–he could just never do it.

Until the two of you were laying in bed one night.

“Carter, are we ever going to get married? I don’t mean to sound weird but like, we’ve been together since we were 14,” you asked in a small voice as you faced away.

Shit. Carter knew about the ring in his bedside table drawer. Silently, he shuffled to grab it. You rolled over to watch him.

“Hun, this isn’t the way I wanted to ask,” he gulped in a breath of air, “but no matter what I asked–I always knew that we could get hitched and have a couple of kids. If you want that to happen sooner rather than later then I have a ring in this hand for you. Just say yes.”

“Of course! Although, can we wait on the ‘kids’ part for a bit?”

“Yes,” he giggled and pulled you close to him so he could slip on the ring.

#send in requests #send anything #ally loves hockey #my amazing moots <3 #ally’s 350 summer celly #carter hart x reader

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redjacketficrecs · 10 months

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things that go bump in the night

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Summary: The whole ghost hunting thing started out as a joke.

And

Quinn’s whole thing is talking to the dead, but Jack’s gift is dealing with the living.

Recommendation: Two fic series (there was talk of a third but it hasn’t updated in over a year so don’t get your hopes too high). First one centres around TK/Nolpat with a lot of Nico mixed in. Great side character mix of Kevin Hayes, PK Subban, Joel Farabee and Carter Hart. I want more of PK so badly, the glimpses of him are great! Magical realism and ghosties. Great fic, fun read just angsty enough with a happy ending. Love how bitchy Nolpat is and how reckless TK is. Second fic centres around the Hughes bros and the budding relationship between Nico and Jack. But the brothers feel like the beating heart of the story to me. Long suffering Quinn is my fav. Jack is a dumbass who knows what he’s doing, if that makes any sense at all. He could also use a hug and therapy in this. Nico is lovely in this too. Both fics work as standalones.

#nico hischier/jack hughes #nico hischier #jack hughes #quinn hughes #tk/nolpat #nolan patrick #travis konecny

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girldewar · 2 years

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it is late (for me. kind of) so now i get to complain about how my brain has not been letting me write anything all summer. and every time i look at my tim/brady runaway fic i’m like. wow that’s cool. i should get on that. and my brain is like. what if you thought about carter hart and braden holtby during the 2020 offseason instead. also fuck you

#NOTHING! makes sense #also! i want to write the kirill/hartzy/mats arranged marriage fic!!!! i really do!#AND i want to write the kirill/mats messy soulbond fic!!!#and do not get me STARTED on the ej/gabe fics in my brain #but they will not. get out of there #bees speaks #rpf talk #you may ignore this. i am just annoyed

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