NHL Imagines

Andre Burakovsky - #65 Washington Capitals

Love Burky!!! Although I love the pens.... it's a love hate relationship with all the teams in the NHL tho lol let's be real. But some I hate more than others... I have much respect for the caps though cause I mean, who can't respect the team that had the most regular season wins two years in a row? And I mean Burky and Willy and Latte and ugh their entire team tho 😍😍 lol. Oh welllll....

ALSo, Im so sorry this took this long to write. I'm going to college in like a week so life has been really stressful the past like year. BUT once I get adjusted I promise to write more. 

Anyways, onto the story! 1600+ words. Hope you guys enjoy!
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"Let's go!!!! We're gonna be late for the gala (Y/N)," Aleia, my best friend, says.

"I'm coming! Hold your horses, my lanta Aleia," I yell, rushing to put on my nude pumps. 

"We have to be there early! We put it together, we have to show up girl," she urges as I grab my clutch off of the counter and meet her at the door, where she is standing all ready to go. 

"Okay, let's go," I say as I turn the doorknob. We make our way down the front steps and onto the sidewalk, to Aleia's car. 

We rush into the car, Aleia driving and myself in the passenger seat. "You know, Andre is gonna be there," she comments wiggling her eyebrows as we pull out of our neighborhood. "You have to go up and say hi."

"No I don't. That's not something some rando does," I argue.

"But we aren't some randos. We have to talk to all the players anyway to thank them for coming, since I mean we did put the entire thing together," she points out.

"True. But we only talk about the gala. Not how big a fan I am, okay?" I clarify with her.

"Fineeeeeee," she emphasizes. "But just know I want you two to get together kay? Your'e like made for each other."

I chuckle, "sure, girl. I mean that would be great if it actually happened but 'there are so many other fish in the sea.'" I reference.

"Yeah, yeah, whatevs." Aleia, waves her hand in front of us. "And we're here!" she exclaims as she pulls into a parking spot. We walk inside the venue and walk into the event right as people are starting to filter in. 

"There he is! Just go up and talk to him," Aleia says, knowing my love Andre Burakovsky, the Washington Capitals' forward, verbally pointing him out to me. "I know you like him. He's your favorite player and now you can meet him in person!" She points towards him, dressed in a navy suit, white shirt and dark brown, knit tie and matching brown shoes. 

"Aleia! Don't point, he's gonna notice," I reprimand as I pull her hand back down to her side. "He is my favorite player but I mean I can't just walk up to him and tell him how he plays like a god or that his body is so dreamy. That is not something you just walk up and do, Aleia," I explain to her, just like I did in the car not even ten minutes earlier. 

"Well then let's go up together and introduce ourselves. It's not like we are here for them, I mean this is OUR event," Aleia reminds me. "We did put the whole thing together for the kids."

"Yes we did. Now let's go make sure the DJ has the right music," I say, trying to get her away from Andre. She turns around and walks towards the DJ. Before turning to follow her, I take one last look at Andre. He is already looking at me when our eyes meet briefly before I look away, blushing and walking off behind Aleia. I meet her over at the DJ's station. 

"He has the right music," she says to me before a man taps her shoulder. 

"Excuse me ma'am, but Mr. Trotz would like to have a few words with you," the man says before asking us to follow him to Mr. Trotz. He leads us over to a hightop table with several men dressed in nice suits, conversing. "Mr. Trotz," the man says to Head Coach Barry Trotz of the Washington Capitals. "This is Aleia Carlsson and (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), the heads of this event for the local children's hospital."