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wisiroyalocean · 7 years

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Can you do a Andre Burakovsky imagine where him and yn are dating and he has a guys night and gets a little too drunk so tom Wilson calls yn to pick him up. When yn goes to pick Andre up he keeps hitting on her and flirting with her cause he forgot that he's dating yn and he's like how did I get so lucky and stuff. Can you make it kinda long, funny and fluffy. Thank you so much!!!

Okay here we go bros

The Bar

“Bye honey! Have fun!”

“Bye. I’ll be home before 12.” Kissing your cheek, he walked out the mahogany apartment door. You waved, telling him to have fun. Andre, your boyfriend, played hockey for the Washington Capitals and after a victory over Winnipeg and returning home, the whole team decided to go out for some drinks. For you, the only fear was you didn’t know Andre’s alcohol tolerance. So, hopefully, he wasn’t going to be drunk when he came home.

It wasn’t like you minded. He was a grown (ish) man and responsible for himself, and you had a trust in him. But, since he was gone, you decided to pamper yourself in personal attention. Lighting some candles in the bathroom, you sunk into lavender bubble bath foam and sighed. You wished for the whole night to be like this, but you could feel trouble was brewing down at the bar. Grabbing some nail polish, you started to get down and dirty on your toenails. They were going to shine like the Eiffel Tower when you were done.

“RINNNNNG RINNGGGG!” Groaning, you hung a sudsy hand out of the tub. Your toenails were painted a cool blue, and when you picked up the phone, it was a dead line. Then they called again. You checked the caller ID. Tom? Wilson? Willy boy? Why did he have any reason to call?

“Hello?”

“Heyyy Y/N… We have a little down here at Grizzly’s. Help me out?” He slurred. Oh boy. This was not going to end well.

“Why? What happened? Are you guys all okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine and all,” he said, “But your boyfriend is a little too shitfaced to do anything. Can you come pick him up?” Growling under your breath, you smiled and tried to sound genuinely not pissed off. That didn’t really work.

“Where is he now?”

“WHOOOO GOTS MY BEER? TOM?” There was an unmistakeable Swedish accent screaming in the back and most likely waltzing right up to Tom. He yelled back something you couldn’t hear.

“I’m on my way right now!!” Grabbing the towel on the side of the tub, you got out quickly and ran into your bedroom, dripping wet. Changing was a whole other fun endeavour. You didn’t know what to wear at all, and weren’t sure what to wear. Well, some sweats and a Capitals t-shirt should suffice. Keys were in your hand and you were out the door within 5 minutes.

Driving downtown was something you usually liked, but you couldn’t help but be a little irritated. Andre was so lucky you didn’t decided to go to bed super early. Then, he would be screwed. You weren’t one to be woken up easily. Sleeping was a number 1 priority.

Pulling up to the bar, you called Tom again. He picked up the first ring. He was probably waiting for the car, but you only had a couple words to say to him.

“Get outside. Now.”

Before he had time to respond, you hung up. There wasn’t anything else you really needed to say to get the point across. Then, two guys stumbled outside, drunker than two mules. Of course, one of the two had to be Andre. Laughing at something unknown, they stumbled over to the car, arm in arm.

“Get in the car, Burkie,” you ordered. You were in no mood to bullshit.

“Okay beautiful~” He smiled, the booze on his breath obvious that he had a little bit too much. When he got in, he was all over talking to you and flirting. It was hilarious how he forgot that you were both together.

“I don’t remember calling an Uber. I got into a random car one time with this one guy ha. Good times. But you’re a cutie. Want to get a drink sometime?” Andre laughed at himself and the mere thought of going out with you, and you honestly thought it was very funny. Eventually, your anger melted away while he was using hockey pickup lines.

“Can I slip one past your goalie?” He whispered, then bursting into a fit of laughter.

“You know we’re dating, right?” Raising an eyebrow, you looked at him while glancing at the road. He stared in shock.

“WOAH. Are you serious? I’m so lucky! Just look at you! You’re so cute and look at those eyes! Wait. Do we live together?”

“Yes, we share an apartment.”

“Y/N,” he sighed, leaning back at looking out the window. “I love you. And I’m sorry I’m drunk. I didn’t mean to get tipsy but hey. I had fun.”

“I love you too, Burkie. And I’m glad you had fun. Let’s go home.”

Being cuddled up on the couch with Andre was the idea rest of the night and into the morning. He was snoring lightly, your legs tangled up together. It was very comfortable and it felt just… right. You were more accepting after his apology in the car, but you knew he would have a nasty hangover when it was all said and done. That would be the sweetest revenge of all.

#hockey imagines #andre burakovsky #burkie #imagine #what am i doing with my life #this was actually very fun to write

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