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Mollie Moving to my main. Main

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Hello all,

I have made the decision to move all my writing to my main hockey blog. If you enjoy my writing it can now be found at @nucksgal03 . I will be transferring all my current stories and posting all future stories to that account.

-Mollie

(Tagging some of my moots: @boeswhore @hugheshugs @this-is-ally-and-im-confused )

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WIP ASK GAME 🌻

Thank you for the tag dear Kena @thegirlintheswivelchair 💕

You can ask me about the wip or for a line or two about any of my works in progress!

rules — list all your wip titles; meaning even the ones that are vague or nonsensical. tag as many people as there are wips

fine line pt. ii – will poulter x actress!reader

sure as hell not jesus (but you're saving me) – battinson x reader

of that so sweet imprisonment – sub!druig x reader

autumn nocturne – dark academia AU prof!tommy shelby x reader

tagging (but no pressure!) @tommysparker @skyebounded @inklore @silkholland 💖💖

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thanks for the tag lovie💓💓

1. never forget you - obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

2. what pride and dignity forbid - tommy shelby x reader

3. deep in the desert (it’s just you and me) - hermit!obi wan kenobi x jedi!reader

4. mr a-lister - tom holland x reader

5. spin the bottle - fratboy!harry holland x reader

6. the work we do - AD!harry holland x director!reader

7. bananas and bandanas - harry holland x reader

8. make it last - rick kid!harry holland x reader

9. only us (pt3 to Good For You) - peter parker x reader

10. we can make love - peter parker x reader

11. mood swings - harrison osterfield x reader

12. blood behind the curtains - sir billiam x OC (PLATONIC)

no pressure tags: @snugglyducklingbrewhouse @mrskenobi19 @spideyspeaches @parkerpeter24 @hellotherekenobi @celestialholland

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Woman. I have close to 50 wips. Actually more. Because I have so many inklings that get their own docs but like they don’t always see the light of day.

I have 30 wips I’ve listed. I have more. But this is already too much.

All are romantic x reader unless specified

Coffee shop date - Nolan Patrick

Lonely neighbor - Quinn Hughes

The way we were - Quinn Hughes

Another bish/raise no fool - tbd

Heart and mine - tbd

Skeleton - andrei svechnikov

Projector - tbd

Ancient history - tbd, possibly Matthew Tkachuk

After - tbd, exes

Therapy - tbd, friends to lovers or exes (still deciding)

Migraine comfort - tbd

TM/merch person reader - tbd, possibly Matthew Tkachuk

Punk band au, teaser (2 wips in same larger fic) - tbd, platonic x a bunch of hockey boys

Band au on tour I think - tbd, possibly Cale Makar

Mannequin- tbd, possibly Matthew Tkachuk, friends to idiots to lovers

One more weekend - tbd, possibly Matthew Tkachuk or Quinn Hughes or jack Hughes

Diamond girl - tbd

Never gonna change - tbd, either exes story or friends to lovers story

Roses - tbd

Missing you - tbd

Me w/o us - tbd, bad boy image hockey boy

More than this - tbd

Worse - tbd, possibly two connected one offs each with a different boy

Put a label on it - tbd

This side of you - tbd

Driver’s license - greys au Hank McCoy

Boys are fighting - greys au tbd

Merger take 1 - greys au Peter parker

Prom prom - greys au Warren worthington iii

Hand holding 4+1 - tbd either hockey boy or greys au (Warren)

No pressure tags: @kurt-nightcrawler @daniellesimagines @kailyn-writes @hugheshugs @boeswhore @this-is-ally-and-im-confused @marchment @soft4hardthings @jostystyles and whoever else wants to because I’m not tagging 30 people.

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Ohhh goodness, okay here we go:

Past Twenty-four||Q.Hughes (Chp.1 this Sunday)

As beautiful now as I thought you were then||M.Tkachuk (TBD)

Baby Veggie||C.Makar(Tomorrow)

You there?||A.Svechnikov (TBD)

Honey, you were mine|| TBD (idk yet)

Shared Headache||N.Patrick (this week)

Ice skates and slurpee dates||O.Power(Saturday)

Always protect you||J.Markström (tbd)

Eyes that turned the ocean blue||TBD (it’ll be awhile)

Je suis ici ||T. Bordeleau (soonish)

No pressure tags: @oowenspower @owenpwr @hugheshugs @quietblues @fandomgal03

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Dear god Umm let me think,

The bakery- L Hughes

The big surprise- O Power

Why do you hate me?- J Hughes

Best date ever- B Boeser

The he🏒🏒 did you do that for- E Petterson

And any others that I come up with.

To be completely honest when I release each of them depends on how many completed drafts I have done and ready to go

No pressure tags: @hugheshugs @boeswhore

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Why the hell are you skipping class- B. Boeser

taglist: @this-is-ally-and-im-confused

You had finished your assignment for your Biology class a week early so you saw no point in going to your lectures. All your lectures are is a work block so you would much rather go to a café then sit in a stuffy classroom for a hour and a half.

You grabbed a book full of mythology to read. You needed a break form all the science mumbo-jumbo that was all you had been reading for the past couple of weeks. Settling into the back corner with your book and a cup of coffee you relaxed for the first time in weeks.

By the time you noticed another presence sitting across from you in the café you were halfway through your book. A guy you recognized from the very biology class you happened to be skipping sitting across from you with a giant binder full of what you recognized as plays for some type of sport.

“Hey,” he greeted, “aren’t you in the same Bio lecture as me?”

You nodded closing your book. “Shouldn’t you be in the lecture right now then?” he questioned.

“Shouldn’t you be the lecture right now too?” You sassed back.

He looked at you in shock, “fair point, I didn’t want to sit in that stuffy hall for an hour or so. Instead, I skipped, what’s your reasoning?”

“I finished the assignment early so there was no point in me attending the lecture.” You shrugged.

“Makes sense, why would you sit in the class if you already finished the assignment.” He said before offering his hand, “I’m Brock.”

“Nice to meet you Brock, I’m Natale aka the girl who sits at the back of every single lecture we have together.” You said quickly shaking his hand.

“Every lecture we have together?” he questioned dropping your hand.

“Yup, we had sports management 101 and 102 together last semester.”

“Really, how didn’t I know that we had classes together? Normally I’m pretty observant of those in the same classes as me.”

“Like I said, I sit at the back of my classes, and I don’t really talk to many of my classmates. The only time I ever talk to my classmates is when I have to.”

“Really, so what do you do for fun?”

“Bother my roommates to watch sports with me.”

Brock looked at you like you were crazy, “Really, what kinds of sports?”

Looking down meekly you said, “Hockey, so much hockey that my roommates were definitely sick of hockey by the time we reached winter break.”

Brock laughed, “Have you ever been to a game for our school?”

“Yes I have, you had a pretty sick snipe during that game.”

He did a overdramatic bow, “Why thank you, Natale. Wait, Natale, Natale Anderson the new head photographer for the team?”

“In the flesh.”

“I saw some of the pictures you took of the women’s team, they are really good.”

“Thanks, it was fun to take pictures of the women’s team for once.”

“I take it you have a pretty fun job?”

“Eh it pays enough to pay for my expenses and I can travel a bit while still attending school.”

After about forty-five minutes of talking Brock looked at his watch and swore, “Crap, I have to get to practice. I guess I’ll see you later.”

You nodded, “You definitely will see me later.”

You went your separate ways with you heading to grab your camera from your dorm and him heading to practice. After a month of hanging out and study sessions he asked you out on a proper date. You ended up saying yes and shortly after he asked you to be his girlfriend. Much to the stress of the coaches and other players you said a very enthusiastic yes.

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Thank you for reading another imagine. my inbox is open for any requests you may have.

-Mollie <3

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The Trip-N. Hoglander

taglist: @this-is-ally-and-im-confused

It was your first time in months getting to see your brother play hockey. Due to COVID, you weren’t allowed to make the trip from where you attended university in Sweden to visit Elias in Vancouver. Most of the time you would attempt to make your way to as many games as you could as long as you could pass these two criteria A: it had to be on a school break and B: you had to be able to afford the travel costs on your own despite Elias offering to pay for you to visit.

You were so excited to visit Vancouver and see what life was like for him over the pandemic. Sure you saw him when he visited home. But, it had been a long time since you had seen him play hockey in person.

Luckily the stars aligned and you had a long reading break that would give you enough time to not only watch Elias play some hockey but also to visit and catch up before he went on a road trip with the team and school beckoned you back to Sweden.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by your flight landing at the Vancouver Airport. You pulled your carry-on down from the overhead bin. once you got through customs with your carry-on and backpack you rushed toward the arena. Given the number of times you had followed the same route from the airport to the arena, you could practically make your way there blindfolded.

You walked up to gate 16 of the arena, which was the entrance that lead to reception.

"Hey Cassidy here to see your brother?" the receptionist greeted you.

you nodded, "is he in the building yet or is he, ya know being Elias, and late?"

"He is late, probably stuck in traffic or something."

"look at you, making excuses for my brother, when in reality he probably was up late playing video games and therefore overslept his alarms."

She laughed, "ill get someone else to hang out with you until he gets here if you want."

"Nah, I can just drop my bags here then just wander around for a little bit. Most of the team know me so, maybe I’ll run into Brock or Bo or somebody else.”

I dropped my bags behind the desk after making sure I had the essentials and ran off to explore. you were wandering and waving to staff you recognized.

"Hey if it isn't little Petey." you heard a voice call behind you.

You pivoted on your heel to see Bo and Brock looking at you. "You know I despise that nickname with all my being. Plus, I'm only a year younger than him."

they gave you quick hugs, "Yeah, we're just messing with you Cassidy."

"Yeah I know, I know. Has my brother arrived yet or did he forget that I was arriving today?"

"he hasn't arrived yet but until he gets here I'll do the one thing that your brother hates."

"Ooh, you are going to introduce me to the younger players?"

Brock nodded walking with you towards the locker room. Before leading you in he did the customary yell to make sure that everyone was decent prior to you entering the locker room.

You entered the locker room once Brock gave you the all-clear. As you talked in you waved hello to the guys that you knew already. "So, if you haven't met her already this is Cassidy. She is Elias's younger sister." Brock sad addressing the room.

You smiled and walked over to your brother's locker. "I never knew that Elias had a younger sister." A voice spoke.

You turned to see Nils Hoglander looking at you from the locker beside you. "Yup, I'm Elias's sister. Overprotective ass."

nils laughed, "Well its nice to meet you Cassidy. is there a certain reason I hadn't heard of you before?"

"Like I said overprotective older brother, unless you had been drafted or played for the canucks before Elias was drafted you wouldn't know about me because of my borhters lovely habit of not allowing me to be around players that he plays with that are around the same age as him." You said quickly.

"Ohh, that does sound like something your brother would do." He responded.

"I'm sure that if he could I would not be allowed around Brock as well but, he's far too good friends with him to do that." You whispered.

Nils laughed and you continued your conversation in between you waving to the rest of the players as they arrived in the locker room. Until Elias showed up you were determined to continue hanging out with the guys. But, your hopes were short-lived as your brother showed up and you were shooed out of the locker room by your brother with nothing more than a brief wave goodbye to the rest of the team.

Nils popped out of the room quickly and walked you to the reception where you collected your bags and prepared to head to the hotel. "Hey Cassidy," Nils spoke meekly, "I want to get to know you more before you have to head back to school. So, I was wondering if I could take you out on a date on Thursday, if that works for you?"

You smiled and nodded, "That would be awesome. Here," you said quickly writing your number on a slip of paper and giving it to him, "here is my number, text me the details."

With that, you picked up your backpack and headed towards your hotel with a satisfied smile on your face.

Nils had the same smile painted on his face when he got back to the locker room which caused his teammates to heckle him about making a move and prompting Elias to give him the usual overprotective older brother speech.

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Thanks for reading another imagine. tumblr deleted half of this imagine for no reason as I finished writing it so then I rewrote it.

my inbox is open for any and all requests you may have, or just any thoughts you may have

-Mollie <3

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GOLD FOR CANADA!!!!!!

Atta girls

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Pain- The Canucks

You were extremely lucky to get a job as an equipment person for the Vancouver Canucks. Ironically, the job was uneventful for the most part. They allowed you to still attend school and finish off your degree in kinesiology at SFU. You spent your mornings at school nearly falling asleep in your lectures or completing projects with your classmates and your afternoons shadowing the more experienced equipment managers.

As of the current moment most of your shifts were spent restocking the crates after road trips, taking inventory for all the different types of equipment, and rushing around the rink to get supplies to the bench.

You were doing your standard rounds for the day when a head popped into the room you were in. It just happened to be Bo, occasionally he or one of the other veteran players would come say hello when they saw you.

“Hey Cassie?” he asked poking his head through the doorway.

“Yes?” You mumbled continuing with your work.

“You’re a kinesiology student right.

“That is correct, I’m in my second year of my degree, I should graduate next spring. Why?”

“If you’re a kinesiology student then why are you working as an equipment manager and not as a training or coaching intern.”

You sighed and put down the rolls of tape you were restocking, “Well firstly, there wasn’t any openings in those positions when I was job searching and secondly this was the job that had hours that I could mold around my class times.”

“Makes sense, well Rob has his hands full with the ‘young guns’ and probably could use a second set of hands. Could you do us a favour and help him out?”

“Where is James, I thought he was working today?”

“Nope, James had to call in sick, his niece got a cold, and he told his sister he would take care of her for the day. Please, ill buy you that really good ice cream you like from Earnest’s.”

“Fine, I’ll help out today. But, if I get in trouble with Red for not being here or for my job being completed late, I’m dragging you down with me.”

“Noted,”

Bo led you to the weight room where you saw a group of five of the “young guns” fooling around while the vets just shook their heads and Rob was visibly distraught.

You walked over to him and patted him on the back motioning that you would handle this.

He looked wide eyed at you in disbelief, “You sure? I can just call the coaches in here, that should get them to stop fooling around.”

You shook your head, “Nope, its all good. I can handle this; I’m getting a degree in kinesiology next spring so I can handle the training bit. Plus, if they think that I’m going to go soft on them they clearly know nothing about me.”

Rob turned to look at the vets who were smirking at the young players knowing generally what was in store for them. Shrugging he said, “You can try. They’re quite stubborn”

Just as all the vets and Rob were leaving Bo smiled saying, “She was one of two girls on her hockey team growing up she can handle herself.”

The last thing that could been seen by them as they left was Cassie’s mouth quirking into a smirk.

Forty-five minutes later five exhausted Hockey players stumbled into the locker room followed by a smiling Cassie. An astonished coaching team stood with Rob and Red at the front of the room watching the players collapse into their places in the locker room while Cassie bowed to the rest of the team who were applauding her.

“What did you do to them?” Rob asked.

“The work out that was on the board,” she paused for a moment, “with some extra exercises I found in my textbook for school. Nothing too serious. But they’ll never goof off that much during training again, right boys.”

The boys just groaned, “Never again.”

Red jumped in, “I think we hired you in the wrong position.”

Everyone laughed as you walked out the room to finish off your actual work for the day.

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Imagine...

You rushing through your homework before Bords gets home.

You had classes all day and especially because it was Valentine’s Day, all Thomas wanted to do was hang out with you. So when you got home you quickly ran to your desk to complete most of your assignments before he got home.

You were just finishing off the last of your chemistry homework when you heard the door to your apartment open. Hearing him call that he was going to take a shower told you that you had approximately 20 (twenty) minutes before Bords pulled you away from your homework. You quickly submitted the rest of your completed assignments and closed your computer for the day.

Flopping on the bed you buried yourself into the blankets doing the thing, ya know the cricket leg thing you do when you have clean sheets and freshly shaved legs. You felt a form flop onto the bed beside you. You smiled as he pulled you in for a kiss. As you settled in for some well deserved cuddled you thought about how this was the perfect way to end your day.

Thanks for reading another imagine. We can blame @hugheshugs for showing me another player.

As always my requests are open

-Mollie

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Happy Valentine’s Day to you all.

Whether you are one of my moots, who may or may not know that this account exists and that it’s me, or one of the amazing people who like and reblog my stories, I appreciate you. And I hope you have an amazing day doing whatever it is you feel you should do.

Now I’m off to drown in stress and watch all the couples walk through my work. Oh and potentially have a crisis over how single I am.

-Mollie

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All thanks to a dog- Brock Boeser

you had grown up in Vancouver with, ironically, a die-hard Toronto Maple Leafs fan for a dad. He did pass on his love for hockey but... you ended up liking the Canucks more, your dad wasn't very happy about that.

One day when you were walking around Stanley Park during your break from working at the snack shop in the park. You were watching all of the families walk the sea wall in the beautiful June sun. It was the first sunny weekend in a while so it seemed like all of Vancouver was out enjoying the sun.

suddenly you were shoved back as a beautiful white and brown dog jumped onto you making you fall over. The dog backed off you and sat down in front of you almost saying "pet me now". You giggled to yourself and sat up to pet the sweet dog.

"Milo! Sorry, he has a tendency to run off and find someone to pet him," A man that you recognized as Brock Boeser said, "As if he isn't spoilt enough already." He grumbled.

You smiled standing up and brushing your work pants off. "It's all good, I don't mind at all."

He smiled offering his hand, "I'm Brock and this is Milo."

"Sydney and I kinda already know who you are." You said gesturing to the Canucks shirt you wore while shaking his hand.

"Yup probably should've noticed that."

"Eh it's alright, it was the polite thing to do."

Brock audibly sighed in relief. "I feel bad for my dog basically attacking you."

"It's okay, no harm no foul." You smiled.

"I still feel bad," he pondered for a moment, "how about I get you as an apology?"

"You really don't need to but, who am I to refuse free hockey tickets." You said pulling out a pen out to write your number on a scrap piece of paper.

Brock waived the gesture off pulling out his phone for you to input your phone number into.

After exchanging numbers and the promise that he would text you later to set up tickets, you parted ways.

Little did you know in a couple of years, you and Brock could thank Milo for getting you together.

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Stupid Injury- Quinn Hughes

It was long overdue.

No players on the team had gotten injured in months and that could only mean one thing... an injury was coming. And of course, the recipient would be your boyfriend Quinn.

Sure you loved seeing your boyfriend but, it was never good when any player had to be brought to your office. That meant that there was an injury the team on the bench couldn't deal with.

A head popped through the doorway disrupting your restocking. "Hey, there was a bad hit on the ice. He'll be here in a couple of seconds."

You quickly pulled your hair back and nodded, "What should I expect Red?"

"He managed to skate off the ice with a bit of help, his wrist got squished into the boards in the process."

Just as Red finished talking Quinn walked into the office, "Great," you thought "of course it would be my boyfriend."

"Hey Cait," Quinn muttered hopping onto the table, "I feel fine can I go back out."

"No, you cannot Quinn." You said pulling out your tablet to watch the hit so you know what you are working with. You cringed seeing Quinn go into the boards. "So concussion should probably be my first priority then check his wrist then any other things that I think I need to do," You muttered to yourself, "thanks Red."

Red exited the room as you began checking Quinn for a concussion, "Okay follow my finger," You instructed.

Quinn followed the motion of your finger, "I feel fine, no headache, no dizziness, no nothing. DO you seriously have to do this all, if I leave now I can catch the second half of the period."

You rolled your eyes marking down that he had regular reaction time and no headache or dizziness. "It's called the concussion protocol for a reason Quinn, I have to follow the protocol no matter how okay you feel. Plus your mother would kill me if I didn't do the whole protocol and allowed you to play only to find out you actually had a concussion."

Quinn laughed, "That does sound like my mom."

You smiled, "Okay I don't think you have a concussion but."

Quinn groaned knowing what was coming, "I cant allow you to go back out." He mocked.

You nodded confirming his suspicions, "Now I just need to check your wrist."

You stepped forward and checked his wrist for any visible injuries. you quickly rolled his wrist and saw him suck in a breath when you rolled his wrist. sighing you turned and grabbed the gauze and a tensor bandage.

You quickly wrapped his hand up. "Now no heavy lifting for a little bit."

He nodded, "Off to the dark room?" He asked upset.

You nodded, "At least ten minutes in there."

Quinn groaned before getting off the table. you pecked him on the forehead as he left the room.

"Tacos for dinner?" Quinn asked hopefully.

You smiled, "Sure, just be sure to tell me how many people are coming over for dinner this time. I don't want a repeat of last time when Elias, Brock and Nils came over for dinner and I had not even close to enough food for you all."

"That was one time!"

"Mhm one time to many."

You closed the door behind Quinn and finished off your injury report. Elias popped his head into your office telling you that he would take Quinn back to his apartment as well as everyone's dinner orders.

Hopefully, this would be the last time for a while that he would be coming to your office.

Thanks for reading

-Mollie

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Prompt list

what happened?

What the hell did you do?

Why did you decide that it was a good idea for you to knock on my door at two in the morning?

I wouldn't particularly say that it's a good idea

that was my favourite mug

Is there a problem here?

What on earth told you that skating around the arena at top speed was a good idea?

You’ve caught me at a really bad time.

Hang on. Where’s the baby?

How – how did you find me?

Excuse me. Excuse me! Yes, you. You’re sitting in my seat.

I don’t think it can be repaired.

Ouch, that must’ve hurt.

Well, this is new.

Let’s hear your side of the story.

I don’t know what happened, officer.

There’s blood everywhere.

Right, who’s drawn the short straw this time?

I don’t even hate you. That would imply I cared.

There’s no point running.

How are you feeling today? A little better, hmm?

This is going to be way harder than we thought.

Don’t move.

I’m your biggest fan!

I love you! No time to explain – gotta go.

When did you last see him? Think! This is important!

Oh man, I’ve had the worst day ever.

This isn’t what it looks like, I swear! Okay … it’s kind of what it looks like, but just give me a chance to explain.”

I’ll take that as a compliment.

Woah, back up. You’re losing me.

Stop yelling!

Well, that’s not a very nice way of putting it. But yes, I suppose you’re right.

Okay, I think we do need to call an ambulance.

Oh my gosh, are you sure? Like, sure sure?

You must have misheard me.

Actually, I think this is the wrong way…

Believe me, my dear, no-one regrets this more than I do.

Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?

Don’t worry. I hated that wallpaper, anyway.

No. Hell, no. Absolutely not.

If you could just set it down – very slowly – and then back away.

I’ve never actually liked chocolate.”

I find it very hard to believe that, I’m afraid.

That’s a very … bold … thing to say.

And you can’t think of any other reason?

Shut up.

I’m going to give you five seconds to take that back.

You’re wrong. That’s not what happened at all.

Hey. Look at me.

Apologise. Right now.

I’m sorry. That sounds awful.

Do you maybe think, in retrospect, that this was a terrible idea?

Good. I meant it to hurt.

That’s not very nice.

So hang on, let me get this straight.

Actually, I think you’d find that most people have a pretty massive problem with that.

You have to tell her. It wouldn’t be right not to.

I need nothing but my mad skills, rugged good looks, and maybe half a million dollars.

That’s it! I’m killing them all.” / “Wait, but what about the plan?” / “Forget the plan! These idiots keep getting on my nerves. They have no one to blame but themselves.

I made breakfast, but I didn’t know what you liked so I made enough to probably feed a small tribe.

Hey! Yeah it’s me….guess what…I’m coming home.

Sweetheart, what did you bury in the garden?

How much of that did you hear?

For what it’s worth, I don’t know much about you either.

I have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.

Oh, dang! What have you done to yourself?

Is that seriously your password?

mystery prompt

random prompt (I spin a number generator to determine what prompt to use)

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Imagine...

Comforting Owen after he gets home from the world Juniors

Your phone lit up from its place on the bedside table. You saw the picture that you had taken of Owen during a family skate. you quickly picked up your phone fearing the worst.

"Hey babe," You said, "How is Edmonton?"

You could hear Owen sigh, "Not so good." You felt the distress in his voice.

"Are you alright, did you get injured, did you catch Covid, did one of the guys catch Covid?" You rambled off, your mind racing with every possibility of what could be happening.

"No, I don't have Covid but, uh there's been quite a few cases. The US team had to forfeit a game and go into quarantine. Coach has told us to prepare for the worst."

You sighed leaning on your desk, "Oh gosh, what do you mean by 'preparing for the worst'?"

He sighed, "There is a chance that the rest of the tournament will be cancelled."

"Oh boy, that'll suck. But, I trust that they'll only cancel the rest of the tournament if they have no other choice."

"I know I just I, really want to play. I mean so much has been taken away because of the virus. I just wanted to be able to play."

"I know babe and I am so proud of the way that you have played. So even if the tournament gets cancelled know that I am extremely proud of you and your whole team."

"Thanks, its getting late here and if its late here its even later where you are." Owen said

"Yep, its pretty late but I don't mind."

"Anyway, I’ll keep you in the loop, talk to you later hun."

"Bye, babe."

Within the week everything flipped. The tournament was cancelled and Owen was on his way back to Michigan. You had decided that he could spend the time he would have to isolate in your apartment instead of the dorm he shared with some of his teammates.

When Owen got home he dropped his bags by the door and flopped onto the couch that you were sitting on.

“Hey babe, tired?” You said lightly scratching his head.

He nodded snuggling into you. “Very, I was on a flight with some teammates so,”

“You got no sleep.” You completed for him.

“Yup, its almost as if you've been on a flight with me and the boys before.”

You giggled thinking back to the time that you flew with Owen to visit some friends who were going to the draft. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Owen sighed into your neck, “Not really, its just that I wanted to be able to show more of what we could do. Plus this is the last year I'm eligible to compete in the World Juniors and I wanted to finish on my own terms not by having the tournament get cancelled due to this stupid virus.”

you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “I get it but, you have so many amazing opportunities just around the corner. Sure this may have been the last year you could compete in the World Juniors but, its not like its your last opportunity to represent Canada on the world stage. And you have a pretty good shot at playing in the NHL very soon. plus, before we know it you could be representing Canada at the Olympics.”

Owen peered up at you, “How is it that you know exactly the right thing to say?”

You smiled, “Magic powers.”

He smiled up at you, “Well never get rid of those magic powers.”

“I wont. Now how about you go take a shower after that long flight you had.” you said looking at him.

“Nooooo,” Owen whined laying back down and snuggling into your body, “I don't want to be alone right now.”

You smiled and thought for a moment about a preposition to get your self off the tiny couch. “Well, can we at least move to the bed so that we can cuddle without fear of falling off the bed if either of us move a muscle?”

“Fine,” He conceded hopping up wanting the transition to be as fast as it could be, “lets go.”

You smiled hopping up from the couch and padded into your room where the bed was covered in papers that Owen quickly swept up and placed on your desk before pulling you to the bed where he latched onto you.

After you both got comfortable Owen muttered, “Thank you for everything this past week or so honey.”

“No problem.” you responded before quickly falling asleep in Owens arms.

Thanks for reading

-Mollie

[nuckswriting03]

Imagine...

Having to save Luke from getting smothered by puppies

you and Luke had been dating for close to three years

you had moved in together and decided that you wanted to adopt a pet together

so you went to the local shelter to pick out a puppy

when you arrived you told the worker there that you were looking for a dog

the worker let Luke into the puppy room while you went to go see some of the older dogs

you played with some of the older dogs and found a sweet older dog that you liked

you noted the name and identification number of the dog you liked

when you walked to the puppy room you only saw a flash of his red hoodie under a pile of little puppies

you laughed leaning against the door jam

Luke giggled from under the pile

you walked up to him and pulled a couple puppies off his body allowing him to sit up

he sat up and you laughed at his face making fun of the fact that you can't leave him alone without something happening

you ended up choosing the older dog you found earlier

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thank you for reading another imagine

-Mollie

[nuckswriting03]

Imagine...

being Thatcher's best friend as well as an athlete and him finding out you have to get surgery after a bad injury

you did track at Boston College and that's how you met

you were invited, forced, to go to a sports mixer by one of your teammates

the two of you hung out and became really good friends

you attended the draft with him and were overjoyed when he was drafted by the Vancouver Canucks 36th overall

you ended up moving to Vancouver after getting a job as a physical therapist at UBC

your job allowed you to continue training for the ultimate goal, to represent your country at the Olympics

you continued to follow and support his career throughout the years including going to as many games as you could

in the offseason, you would work out together

on a day where you were working on one of the most difficult of the events you competed in, steeplechase

you tripped over one of the hurdles after slipping because of the water that coated the bottom of your shoes

you fell and felt a shooting pain run up your leg

you mentally chided yourself knowing that there was a chance you had torn your ACL when you landed

you called for one of the trainers that was working with a group of soccer players to grab a wheelchair and to drive you to the hospital

on the way to the hospital, you called Thatcher

he didn't pick up because he was in the middle of practice

you left a voicemail telling him what had happened and that you were heading to the hospital

when you got to the hospital your suspicions were confirmed

you had a torn ACL

and you would need surgery to reconstruct your ACL

Thatcher rushed to the hospital when he heard the voicemail you left him

he was able to find your room and saw you talking with the doctor about plans for your surgery

he supported you all the way through the process of you getting the surgery to the VERY long healing process

he consoled you on the days when you thought you would never compete again and the day you found out you wouldn't be healed with enough time for you to get back into shape in time for Olympic qualifications

once you had healed completely thatcher would help you regain your confidence and cheer you on at your first competition back from injury

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thanks for reading another imagine.

if you have any ideas you would like me to write please send in a request

-Mollie

[nuckswriting03]

Imagine...

being Owen Power’s girlfriend as well as a special effects make up artist and him being a model for you

~you are studying special effects make-up in university

~for a few of your projects you need to do make-up either yourself or on a volunteer

~for this specific project you were to do make-up on one of the athletes that attend your school

~you were to use that persons sport as inspiration for a look

~each person got the same prompt “what if something went wrong” you, luckily, were paired up with Owen

~all his teammates made fun of the fact that he was going to get make-up done mind you they didn't know about the words, special effects, that were placed before make-up

~you decided to make your look using an old hockey stick and puck

~before class you enlisted some help from the power tools that you had access to in the equipment room 

~you teacher called all of your class along with all the models into the gym where you would be doing the looks

~this allowed the rest of the school to drop by and see what your program could do

~but mostly just to make sure that the teams could come and see what their teammates looked like

~you sat Owen down and once your teacher started the timer sitting on your table, you began priming his face

~once Owen’s face was primed you applied the spirit gum to your hollowed out props

~Owen sat still and waited for the spirit gum to adhere completely to his skin

~once the time was up you had come up with a straight up terrifying look

~he had broken stick shrapnel sticking out all over his face 

~a puck was stuck in his forehead

~the cherry on the cake was when his team visited and saw the bloodied up shape of Owen’s face riddled with cuts 

~needless to say they never disrespected your art ever again and you got an A on the project