NHL Imagines

Brad Marchand

Requested by; selenursmusic

Y/N P.O.V

"Brad, do I look okay?"

My red dress flowed down right above my knee. It was a simple gown, for a very special occasion. Although, simple could always go a long way. I styled my hair half up - half down, lightly curled to the tip. Using a red rose clip, I held all the hair in place.

   We were going to a very extravagant restaurant to celebrate the Boston Bruins Stanley Cup win. I still remember that day like the back of my hand.

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"And for the first time since 1972, the Boston Bruins have won the Stanley Cup!"

Brad, sitting at the bench, had his arm around his linesmate Tyler Seguin. Counting down the last 3 seconds, the Bruins beat the Vancouver Canucks 4-1. All the players jumped onto the ice, attacking each eachother with congratulatory hugs. Tim Thomas, their goalie, was the first person their captain, ZdenoChara went to.

   I was sitting in the stands, with the rest of the fans who were going absolutely nuts. Hugging each other, some couples kissing each other. Of course, then there were the Canucks fans. We were in Vancouver, after all. I would catch some obnoxious, snotty fans who yelled profanities at the Bruins fans, pointing their middle finger in the air for anyone to see. Although, then there were the more reasonable, understanding, relaxed Canucks fans. You know, the ones who obviously weren't happy, but stayed to watch the Bruins retrieve their cup, and even clapped while they did.

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Brad walked into the room, adjusting his tie at the same time. When he looked up, he froze. The smile on my face immediately turned into a frown. Oh god. Did I not look good enough? Do I have something on my face? Shit! Is that piece of salad still stuck in my teeth?

"Wh-What's wrong?"

He took a few steps closer, not breaking eye contact. Raising his eyebrows, he said, "You look--"

Brad's P.O.V

I shook my head in astonishment. "You look beautiful."

   The smile on her face immediately re-appeared. That beautiful smile.

"Thank you." She said, breathlessly.

I placed my hands on her hips, and sighed. "How did I ever get so lucky?"

She leaned her head back and laughed. I slowly started to lean in, closing my eyes in the process, when I felt a hand cover my mouth. I quickly shot my eyes open, confused of what happened. "Nope. We're gonna be late. Let's go."

My mouth formed a perfect 'o', while my eyes squinted in anger. "Oh you are so funny." I said, hoping she hinted at my sarcasm.

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Y/N P.O.V

We pulled up to the restaurant, the name standing out in big, bold, white letters. The whole restaurant had been reserved for the Boston Bruins staff only. I can only imagine the money that they payed to rent out the whole place for just the staff. Brad walked around the front of the car to my door, pulling it open for me to get out. Well, I guess chivalry isn't dead.

"Why, thank you, fine sir." I said, in a fake British accent, mocking those who always sounded sophisticated in the upper-class.

He offered his arm for me to loop my hand through, which I gladly accepted. He opened the door, gesturing for me to walk in first. I don't know, maybe it's just me, but it's so attractive when guys do that.