#mitchell marner imagines

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Imagine...

going on a date with mitch marner and he accidentally pushes you off the bridge.

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Mitch Marner - Watching you makes me smile.

Can I request a Mitch Marner that his you him bringing your guys daughter to one of TML Games

A/N: This is the last of the hockey in my inbox. Again, I’m not taking any Hockey request right now. -Jules

Millie, had just turned two and while she was still learning to talk and still fumbled with walking there was one thing she loved more than anything. Watching he daddy skate. 

You and your husband had no clue why, but it was the only time you could get Millie to really laugh. Which, just raised more questions, since Millie was scared of the ice. 

It broke Mitch’s heart the first time he tried to get her on the ice. She let out the more bone chilling cry. You had to reassure him, that she would grow out of the whole scared phase, but of course that didn’t make your husband anymore happy. 

Tonight, however made your husband really happy. Tonight, Millie would be watching her daddy play in person. 

“Millie, come here and let momma, fix your jersey.” You cooed as you scooped up the small child. She gave you a hard glare as you messed with her shirt. 

Millie, was a sassy baby, and you were sure it was due to her Uncle Auston.  

“Don’t give me that look, little miss.” You laughed as you, two walked down the isles of chairs. 

Mitch, made sure you had a front row seat, near him. He wanted Millie to feel at home and too get a good look at her papa. 

Millie’s eyes grew as she saw her dad, skate over to the glass. He little hands clapped together as she let out a loud squealed. 

“Is that daddy.” You cheered as you pointed towards Mitch. 

Mitch, blew a kiss to you two as he got closer. Once he was standing right in front of you Millie, made the up motion with her body, making you two laugh. 

“You want to get closer.” You laughed as you moved her to the front of the glass. 

“DA!” She squealed. She had yet to finish the whole word, but something about Da made Mitch much more happier. 

Mitch, stood there making faces at his daughter until it was time for the players to head back to the bench. 

“I gotta go baby, but daddy love you!” Mitch yelled before skating off. Leaving you with a giggly little girl.

-Julianne

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Mystery Man

Apparently I had a habit of writing things over the summer, finishing them, and then forgetting about them, because this is something I had in my Google Drive that was last edited in August so that’s fun (I also low key like having gifs with my stuff now so that might become a regular thing).

But this could go one of two ways: either it ends where it does and I would be fine with that, or I write more because I have a little bit more but it sucks and turn this into something with multi-parts, so let me know what you want! ______________

“If you need me, I’ll be on the couch, underneath a mountain of blankets for the foreseeable future,” you tell your roommate, walking to the living room to drown yourself in a sea of softness.

“You’re really taking this do-nothing weekend thing to heart, aren’tcha?” she asked you, getting up from the kitchen table to follow you

“Extreme self-care, bitch.” “Ok. No. Not tonight. You can do that shit tomorrow.” she tells you, dragging you by the arm and walking to your room. “You have not been out in months, and you cannot sit there and complain about how you don’t have a boyfriend and want one when all you do is watch reruns of the Bachelorette and swipe on guys on Tinder that you don’t talk to.”  “I know that, but hey!” you said, doing your mediocre John Mulaney impression.

“Let’s go do something tonight! Then tomorrow we can come home to not having lives and binge TV shows and eat food all day together,” she suggests, shoving you into your room. She stands at your closet, throwing outfits at you. “There’s that bar that we’ve been talking about going to someday, let’s make someday today.” Before you could say no, she had your favorite romper out for you, and she decided that she was going to take one of your shirts and pair it with the jeans that made her butt look great. “Do your makeup, I’ll be back in ten.” Even though you had no desire to go, you started doing your makeup, knowing she was right. What was the harm of flirting with a few guys and getting them to buy you drinks? It’s not like you had to see them again if you didn’t want to. Plus, you had spent almost every weekend lately just sitting in your apartment instead of going out and meeting people. You complained about knowing no one but your roommate, and all you really wanted was some nice male attention. What could go wrong?

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“Ugh, shit!” you say as someone spills their drink all over you. “No this is my favorite outfit!” You meet eyes with the stranger who just spilled something all over you. Wow. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a more beautiful man in your life. Granted, you were slightly drunk, so at the moment, you found everyone more attractive now than you would find them while sober. He had beautiful blue eyes, short brown hair, was built like a Greek God. Again, you were drunk, so were you really seeing this guy as he actually was? 

“I’m so sorry,” he says, grabbing napkins for you to dry yourself off, “Let me get you a new one. What was it?” 

“Oh no, it’s fine, that was my last drink of the night. If anything, I’ll get water.” If you were one thing when drunk, it was hydrated.

He leaves for a second as you start to dry yourself off. Your roommate comes over to you, wide-eyed with two drinks in hand, “He’s gorgeous, oh my god. I wouldn’t be mad if he came home tonight.” she says, starting to spill her drink on the floor.

“Jesus!” you say, trying to dodge it, “He just spilled my drink on me, I don’t need you spilling yours on me, too.”

“Why are you standing over here when he’s over there giving you those ‘longing eyes’ we read about in those crappy romance novels. Go to him!” She says, spinning you around, spilling her drinks on your shoulders. At this point, you were covered in something sticky, what was a little more? That’s what laundry was for, anyway. 

You go over to the beautiful mystery man to find him already talking to another girl. If you were sober, this wouldn’t bother you, but it sure does when you’re drunk. You turn to the nearest alone guy you can find, “Buy me a drink?” The confused and wide-eyed drunk man does what you ask him too. You turn around to see mystery man looking right at me, ignoring whatever it is the girl is saying. You can’t help but be petty and wave at him, smirking as you turn to the guy handing you another beer. You normally aren’t like this, but something about that guy made you want to get his attention. 

Something is different about him.

“So, uh, do I at least get to know your name if I bought you a drink?” the guy slurs out.. You definitely weren’t really trying to have a conversation with him, but at least you knew the mystery guy couldn’t keep his eyes off you. 

Your roommate runs back up to you, pulling you away from the drink guy, “C’mon, that’s not the right guy!” The way you’re facing her, Mystery Man is in your sightline. The girl is practically begging for his attention and he’s giving her none of it. You’re pretty sure that if you approached him, he would just blow her off.

But is that the kind of person you are? Sober? No. Drunk? Maybe. 

“Give me a minute,” you say, walking over to him. 

As soon as he sees you approaching, he leaves the other girl. She didn’t even seem to care, she just turned to the next guy and started talking to him.

“Wow, looks like you’re popular here, aren’t you?” Mystery Man says, “I thought you were only going to have water.” 

“I was planning on it, but you were also planning on getting me a drink anyway, weren’t you?” 

“Guilty.” He says, shrugging, running his free hand through his hair. 

“If you’re not going to get me a drink can I at least get your name?” You ask him.

“Mitch.”

You spend the rest of the night with him, dancing and drinking. He even walked you and your roommate home. Something was special about this boy, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. 

“Is he coming in with us? Because if you don’t want him, I’ll take him,” your roommate says, within earshot and definitely loud enough for him to hear it.

“Uh, if you would like me to come in, I will,” he says. He and you were both sober by the time you got back to your place. Your roommate, however, was going to be majorly hungover in the morning. 

“Sure, but don’t count on seeing my room just yet if that’s what you’re expecting,” you tell him, opening your door into your living room. You’ll make out with someone, but you aren’t going to sleep with someone when you don’t know them. Not that you go out enough to do that; most of your nights involve you underneath the mountain of blankets you were planning on burying yourself under when the night started. 

The rest of the night was spent with you and Mitch telling each other about yourselves. Around four in the morning, you interrupt him, “Wait, I know why I know you.”

His eyes widen like he was worried about you finding out who you are. “What do you mean?” “This entire night, besides me thinking how attractive you are if I’m being honest, I was trying to figure out why you looked familiar. Aren’t you an athlete or something? You play, what, baseball?” You know it’s not basketball, you are a die-hard Raptors fan and know the roster and other teams better than you know your family. 

“Uh, no. I play hockey. I play for the Maple Leafs? I’m Mitch Marner?”

“Yeah, see, I like hockey, but I don’t understand any of it. Maybe that’s why you look familiar, my brothers played hockey and they love the Boston Bruins.” 

“Ah, fuck, you’re a Boston fan?” he looks genuinely worried. 

“I don’t really care. I guess for hockey I might be because of the family, but basketball and baseball I’m a Toronto fan,” you admit. You didn’t really care about anything but basketball. Hockey honestly meant nothing to you.

But you couldn’t tell him that. If he plays for the Maple Leafs, then obviously hockey is his life. And he’s attractive and sweet. You can’t let a guy like this get away that easy.

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Auston Matthews Ft. Mitch Marner - Drop Dead Fred

Can you do an auston Matthews one where the reader is Mitch's sister and Auston asks her out and eventually everyone knows about them except for mitch?

“Shhh.” You giggled as two pair of strong arms latched themselves to you from behind. “We have to be quiet, Mitch is home.” You giggled more. Auston’s mouth attacked your neck causing you to let out a low moan.

“Andddd.” He said between kisses and bits on your neck.

“AND he doesn’t know about us yet.” You sighed feeling a little guilty that you had just came from a party with some of the guys and your boyfriend.

See, the thing that made you feel guilty was the fact that almost every guy on the team knew about you and Auston, yet your own brother did not. To be honest you’re not really sure why you haven’t told him yet, you knew that he wouldn’t care. You and Mitch were super close so he knew to trust you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“I think I’m ready to tell Mitch. Tonight.”

“Oh. Good!”

“Yeah?” You smiled up at the tall man.

“Yeah.” He wink down at you. “Do you want me to come with you or….?”

“I got this. You just go get ready for tomorrow date day.” You smiled before he leaned down and gave you a deep but loving kiss. With that you went inside your house to tell your baby brother about dating his best friend. Oh boy.

“Hey, mom!” You said as you closed the front door.

“Hey, Y/N! How, was your night?” She asked as she ironed Mitch’s t-shirts.

“Good, just hung out with some friends. Where’s Mitchy?”

“In his room, I believe. I think he's talking to Steph, so knock first.” She warned as you walked up the stairs to Mitch’s room. You did as your mom said and knock waiting for Mitch’s okay before opening the door.

“Hey, baby brother.”

“Heyyyy big sis!” he said scooting over on the bed so you could sit down.

“I’m dating Auston!” You yelled out fast not being able to keep it in any longer. You watched Mitch’s face for anything at all, but his face was unreadable. This made you more nervous. It wasn’t until Mitch grabbed his remote to turn on the tv that you felt better.

“So, do you want to watch Jurassic park or Drop Dead Fred he said as he placed a hand behind his head. You smiled before kicking your shoe off and climbing on his bed.

“Drop Dead Fred!” You said laying your head on his shoulder as he laid his head on yours. About half way through the movie Mitch spoke up.

“As long as he treats you great, we won’t have any problems.” You couldn’t help but smile knowing that Mitch was okay with you and Auston dating.

-Julianne  

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Mitch Marner Ft. Matt Martin - Little Martin

Hey I love your writing sooo much and I was wondering if you could do a Mitch Marner one where your Matt Martin little sister and you play for the Toronto Furies it would be really awesome and keep up the good work :)

Author’s Note: Thank you so much love!!!  Sorry this took so long hope it was worth the wait! -Julianne 

You had just gotten done with morning skate when your older brother Matt called asking you to lunch. You agreed saying you would meet him there after you got done with your shower. 

“Hey big brother!” You said hugging your brother as you got to the table at the restaurant.

“Hey there’s my favorite sister!” He smiled giving you a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Guys this is my little sister Y/N. Y/N, this is Auston, Will, Mitch and Morgan.” Your brother said.

“It’s nice to meet you all. I’ll be right back, I have to use the little girls room.” You smiled. “Can you order my drink Matt, please?” You asked your brother. 

“Will do!” Matt said before going back to reading the menu. 

“Hey Willy can you let me out I have to us the bathroom too.” Mitch said.

“Your such a pain.” Willy joked getting up to let Mitch out.

Mitch walked back towards the bathrooms only to be hit with your body. 

“Sorry.” He giggled before pulling you in for a kiss. “Love you.” He said smiling.

“Love you too dork. We better get going before they start wondering.” You said. 

-Julianne 

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Mitch Marner - Cinnamon pancakes

This may be oddly specific idk but can u do one with Mitch marner where Like wearing his shirt and like it's the morning like in pjs ya know and you are just singing 2000s love songs to each other like jumping around singing randomly to each other and like at one point he finds out that you can sing really good and he's like damn (I'm terrible at explaining things I'm sorry). 

“And I dream about you all the time, I’m here without you baby” You sang into the spatula.

You had spent the night at Mitch’s house, which meant pancakes. Mitch loved your Cinnamon Pancakes. So that’s how you ended up in Mitch’s kitchen, in nothing but  Mitch’s shirt. You had your playlist on which is why you were saning into a spatula.

“Baby you’re still with me in my dreams, and tonight it’s only you and me, yeah!!!” You heard from behind you. Which caused you to jump a little. You turned so that Mitch was pinning you against the counter.  He placed his lips to your then pulled away so he could keep singing to you.

“”It get’s hard but it won’t take away my love, whoa, oh, oh. I’M HERE WITHOUT YOU BABY!!! BUT YOU’RE STILL ON MY LONELY MIND! I THINK ABOUT  YOU, BABY.” He said dancing around the whole kitchen with you in his arms.

You giggled as you finished off the song “And I dream about you all the time, I’m here without you, baby. But you’re still with me in my dreams and tonight, girl, it’s only you and me.” You placed your arms around Mitch’s neck. “What?” You giggled once you saw Mitch’s face.

“You’re….baby you’re really good.” He said looking at you in awe.

“Thank you.” You said smiling down. You could feel your face getting red. Before either of you could say something Irreplaceable started playing in the background.

Mitch gave you that smile.

“NO!” You said laughing trying to get out of his arms.

“TO THE LEFT!” He pulled you back into his arms.

“I have to flip the pancakes.” You giggled.

“EVERYTHING YOU OWN IN THE BOX TO THE LEFT.”

“MITCH. THE. PANCAKES.”

He pulled you back once more and placed a kiss on your nose.

“I love you.” He said looking into your eyes. “But I love your pancakes more.” He joked.

-Julianne 

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Auston Matthews Ft. Mitch Marner - Summer loving

Can u do an Auston Matthews imagine about how you love singing and while u two r chilling at home, you're singing and Mitch comes in the house singing along with you. And you two really get into the song and start dancing with each other and Auston gets jealous and attempts to sing but fails horribly and u feel bad and when Mitch leaves you make it up to him and remind him that he may not be good at singing but he's good at other things 😏 if u know what I mean *wink *wink

You had watched Grease last night and it made you remember just how much you loved the movie so since Auston was still sleeping you took the movie and walked out to the living room. You put the movie on and sat back.

There was a knock on the door right as the part where the pink  ladies were asking Sandy about her summer guy.

“Hey Mitch” you said opening the door for him.

“Hey Y/N.” He said walking in.

“Auston is still sleeping.” You said sitting back down on the couch.

Mitch took a seat next to you on the couch just as the song Summer Nights started. You started sang along to the song and so did Mitch.

Before you knew it you and Mitch were dancing around the house pretending to be Sandy and Danny. You two got so lost in the song that you didn’t even see that Auston had woken up and was now watching you too sang. Not until he started singing.

“Whoa dude you suck.” Mitch said laughing.

“He’s right babe.” You said teasing Auston. You made your way over to Auston and kissed his cheek. “I still love you though.”

Auston huffed and walked to the bathroom closing the door hard.

“I think I should go.” Mitch said walking towards the door. “I’ll see you two tomorrow for breakfast.”

After Mitch left you went to the bathroom door. “Hey you okay?” No answer.

“Mitch left so would you like to tell me what’s wrong?”

This time the bathroom door opened.

“Oh mister perfect left?” He said sounding a little jealous.

“Are you jealous that Mitch sang better than you?” You asked walking over to Auston.

“No.” He said.

“You know there is one thing Mitch isn’t good at.” You said sitting on his lap.

“What’s that?” He said still grumpy.

You leaned next to his ear and said “He doesn’t know how to touch me like you do.” You said pressing against Auston. You heard Auston take a deep breath. “Why don’t we take this to the room and you can show me how you touch me.” You said as sexy as you could.

“God I love you” He said before picking you up and taking you to the room.

-Julianne

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Mitch Marner (mlm) - Can’t remember

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something where the reader (maybe male?) has really bad memory problems and feels kinda broken because of it because they always forget special dates like anniversaries and birthdays but their boyfriend (Mitch marner or Tyler Seguin? Or whoever you want!) always assured them they're okay, even if they did forget

Walking by the bathroom mirror you saw a note stuck to it. You reach up to grabbed it and see what it says.

“Happy Anniversary Y/N! Dinner tonight? Love Mitch!

No, no, no! You forgot your own anniversary. Damn memory! You always had the worst memory. There were things you could always remember like names of people you would only met once, or odd dinners you once had. But when it came to important things you lost it. It got so bad that you started carrying a notepad with you.

You felt so bad that you couldn’t ever remember Yours and Mitch’s anniversary. You didn’t even have a gift for him.

You went back into your and Mitch’s room to get dress. Once you got dressed you drove to the nearest mall.

You went into every store that you knew Mitch loved. You bought his a new suit, his favorite movie, a big stuff hockey puck, and a new watch. You felt so bad for being a crappy boyfriend that you even texted Mitch that you were buying dinner.

Once inside your house you realized that Mitch was already home. So you yelled out his name.

“MITCH!” You yelled putting the bags you had down.

“Y/N!” He said grabbing your face and kissing it. “Hey why are you crying?

“I’m a shitty boyfriend.” You said looking down. “I forgot it was our anniversary...again.”

“It’s okay love.” He said laughing. “I don’t care.”

“But I also forgot your birthday. God how can you love me. I forget everything!” You said putting your face in your hands.

Mitch pulled your hands away and grabbed your face so you were looking up at him. He wiped the tears from your eyes and said

“It doesn’t bother me that you forget all those things. I know you have a hard time remembering some things, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. You don’t have to remember certain things for me to know you love me. So stop worrying.” He said placing a kiss to your nose.

“But...I”

“No but’s. Now you go upstairs and get ready for dinner.” He said smiling.

You opened your mouth to say you were buying dinner but Mitch beat you to it.

“I am buying, so don’t even say a word.”

“You’re too nice to me.” You said placing a kiss to his lips.

-Julianne