NHL Imagines

matthew tkachuck

MATTHEW TKACHUK (769WRD)
my brother aleksander and i were shopping at the orlando premium mall looking for a dress for me to wear to his party tonight. i was in florida for the week so i could watch aleks' last couple games of the season. "i am so excited for you to meet my friends. they will love you y/n/n!" akek says excitedly.

to everyone ive always been aleks' little sister, i never came with my own label. alek was three years older than me, making me 24. i was always into hockey growing up and i even played a little. alek was there for me no matter what. when our parents fought, when i was sick, when i broke up with a boyfriend, everything.

anyways, we finsihed up our shopping and got home pretty late, the party was at seven and it was five already. i curled my hair quickly and put on some black jean shorts and a cropped blue tee (idk so random) and paired with nike socks and converse (again random idek). it was just about seven by the time i was done so i waited on the couch in the front area of aleksanders and i's house. for the people to arrive, aleks presence joining me later on.

the door bell rung and aleksander shot up to the door "hey barky" a shallow voice said as he opened the door. "matty." he said as he let him into the house. im hoping that the guys name isn't actually matty but he looks around the house and spots me. "who is this you have a bird on your hands?" "matty" said in nobodys general direction while turning around. "thats my sister bud." alek says.

"matthew tkatchuck. nice to meet you." he says after i get up and he shakes my hand. "yeah, Y/N Barkov." he gives me a tight lipped smile and turns to my brother. "lets get this party started!" he says flalling his arms all around as two booze bottles occupies each hand.

as more people arrived the more i made freinds. i met a super nice guy named Brandon Montour ive heard of him and hes actually expecting a kid in June. his wife was there and i met her as well we were talking and i think we actually became good friends.

i went to find my bathroom, you think that would be easy in your own house but not with over 100 people there, i am not sure who half these people are. i thought we were having like a somewhat close gathering here but everywhere i walked i just saw platinum heads everywhere. "whatcha lookin for" a voice says in my ear as a jump. "my bathroom" i say to matthew who actually almost sent me into cardiac arrest. saying he looked hot was an understatement.

he smiles at me "what was that..." he trails off slurring his words. i grab his hand and find the nearest door. it just so happened to be my bedroom. "ooouuhh someonessss in thhaat freeakayy moood i seee..." i look at him with the "who the fuck do you think you are" look as i say, "im waiting till marriage" i say trying to clean up my room covered in curshed solo cups.

he pouts and sighs seeking attention "yes?" i ask him. "stay." he says, i think about it for a second "why." i ask but it didnt come out like a question it was more like a "why me. of all people." matthew makes an attempt to get up but not before grabbing onto my tall dresser as he topples over. "oh. my. god. your a mess get your ass im the bed." i say with attitude helping him up. "dont have to tell me twice." he says smirking i shake my head and roll my eyes before placing him down on the bed.

we cuddled up under the blankets on my bed and i played with his frizzy curled hair as he falls asleep softly snoring. "your so pretty" i say admiring his soft facial features as he sleeps. "you are too." he whispered faintly. "you heard that im sorry." he is snuggled on top of me and he moves his face into the crook of my neck. i feel a smile against it, "you smell so good, i feel so safe right now." matthew says. "thanks buddy, now sleep please because if you talk anymore im giving up on the marriage bullshit." i say sternly.

he starts to snore softly again, peacefully sleeping calmly in my bed.

a/n, thoguht it was cute tried to add more but i was js too lazy vote if you want a part two of like the aftermath ig..