Requested by Anon:
Absolutely love your blog! You’re an amazing person for doing this to make so many people happy. I was wondering if you could do a Pierre Luc Dubois Drabble where you bump into him at the World Juniors with the rest of the team near by. However you don’t know who he is because you were dragged to one of the games by your friend. You can finish the rest from there 😊 Thank you so much if you do write this because you probably get so many requests. Hope your having a wonderful holiday
*Thank you so sooo much! I’m just glad I make you happy. Here’s your request. I hope you like it. Have a good night!:)*
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The suite wasn’t crowded, just a
few people in a twenty-capacity box and it was relatively quiet so when the
door opened, everyone except your friend, who was so focused on the game,
turned to see who just entered.
One look at the red polo-clad tall
brunette and you groaned, “fuck my life,” you muttered to yourself, hiding your
face behind your glass of beer.
Can you please write a Thomas chabot imagine where his girlfriend comforts him after they lose please.
hello i am feeling awfully proud (and a lil upset) w/ team canada, but mostly proud of the sweet lil precious babes. can i request a thomas chabot imagine? something where hes upset with the loss and the reader tries to cheer him up? thanks so much!! love your writing <3
*I still think about the WJC results like how I think about Team NA. Help. Anyway, I was traveling the past few days so I wasn’t able to update but here it is!! I hope this is worth the wait. Enjoy!! :) Thank you so much. Lots of love from me!!*
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Carter Hart, the poor baby boy.
One after the other, sad and disappointed faces piled out of
the dressing room after the frustrating loss to the American team on the World
Junior Cup finals game. You’re not close with anyone of them, except maybe the
other QMJHL boys because you’ve seen them around before, but you managed to
give every single one a warm-hearted smile as soon as they left their locker
room. If you, just a mere spectator, feel like this after that loss, you
couldn’t even begin to imagine how they feel.