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wyattjohnston · 2 years

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dreamer (just like you) - andré burakovsky

summary: on midsommar, if you put seven flowers under your pillow while you sleep you're supposed to dream of the person going to marry (or; demi writes yet another summer friends-to-lovers fic)

word count: 2,334

note: set Midsommar 2021 on account of the Avs making it to the Finals this year. its just ticked over to the 25th here in Australia so have fun! thanks to @danglesnipecelly and @matthewtkachuk as always 💚

For a whole week the only thing on the forecast had been rain. Pathetic rain, too. The kind that’s just enough to make hair go frizzy but not enough to just wet it completely.

Nova didn’t want to think about any sort of symbolism associated with the sun coming out the hour André’s plane landed. Especially when the flight had been delayed by so long that the planets aligned just so he could arrive when there was a break in the clouds.

There was still uncertainty around whether he’d come visit her that day. His movements changed every year, dependent on a number of things that Nova had never figured out—sometimes he went straight to his parents and didn’t leave for 24 hours, other times he went straight to whichever house he’d booked for the summer. And then there were the times he had headed straight to her parents’ house right away.

No matter where he ended up, the sun would stay out the entire day, Nova was sure of it, and it would bring much hope for the people religiously watching the forecast for Midsommar.

Early the next morning, Nova was woken by her phone buzzing against her mattress. She reached for it, panicked that she’d forgotten about a meeting or that she was about to be told some horrible news because there was no other reason for somebody to be calling her before nine.

“Rise and shine!” André shouted, causing Nova to rip her phone from her ear and cringe away from it. “Entertain me!”

Nova managed to mumble out, “Find anyone else in Malmo to entertain you.”

“I’m walking over now. Get out of bed.”

Nova groaned but relented and hung up on him immediately so she could at least shower before she saw him. André had seen her in various less than presentable states, so she didn’t care if he saw her when she’d just woken up. She did care if anybody saw her after she’d gone three days without showering because she’d been trying to get through a job.

Her shower and skin care routine were much shorter than normal, though it was clear that her body appreciated any sort of attention it was getting. Even still, André was already sitting on her bed, having hastily and haphazardly folded the duvet at the end of the mattress, when she walked into the bedroom in her terrycloth robe.

“I don’t think this room has changed since high school,” he said, reaching out to the candle on her bedside table. He made a pleased sound as he smelt it.

“You can talk to my parents about that; I only come back for four weeks a year.”

“It’s like a shrine.”

Nova rolled her eyes and opened her chest of drawers. As she stared inside them, she said, “A shrine to the me they wanted and not the one they got.”

André hummed, nobody who knew Nova would disagree with that statement.

Nova dressed with him in the room, slipping her underwear on underneath her robe followed by a pair of shorts. She had no shame in removing the robe, then, and pulling a shirt on.

“Are you buying me breakfast?”

He smiled at her when she turned around, even as he huffed and made a big deal about always being the one to buy them anything when they went out.

The weather had, as Nova predicted, remained perfect for Midsommar.

Nova woke to sun breaking through her poorly shut curtains and the weather app said it would reach twenty degrees, so it was perfect.

They were headed to the Burakovsky’s property, like usual; everyone in Malmö was a creature of habit so plans rarely changed from year to year.

Nova put on a white dress that would undoubtedly become see-through as the day progressed and the kid found water guns, so she’d also put on her nude-coloured underwear because over the years she’d learnt that her white underwear would also go see-through.

Before doing anything else when they arrived, Nova and her mother made a beeline for the kitchen where she knew Pernilla was sure to be slaving away over food despite the fact that there was a well-organised spreadsheet of what everyone was supposed to bring—like everything else, it rarely changed.

“Älskling,” Pernilla said, sweeping the dish from Nova’s hands and all but pushing her out of the kitchen, “I’m nearly done here. Go out the back and I’ll be out in just a minute.”

“Promise?” Nova asked, her expression sceptical.

“Go.”

Nova was shooed out with no room allowed for an argument, especially when her own mother joined in the shooing.

André was nowhere to be found amongst the crowd gathered in the backyard, he was probably going to be late like he always was, so Nova made her way to a group of their friends from high school.

Yet another thing that hadn’t changed, was the realisation that Nova was the only one of her high school friends not married. Her friends in Stockholm didn’t result in the same thoughts running through her mind.

“This year will be the year, Nova,” Emilie said, her hand cradling her heavily pregnant stomach. Nova didn’t know whether it was intentional or habit. “We’ll get you married before the year is out.”

“Yeah? You’re going to magic a man out of thin air for me?”

“No need, the perfect catch has just walked in.”

Nova huffed, her mouth pursed, and she stared at Emilie for long enough to express her displeasure before she’d even turned around. When she did turn around, she wish she’d stared longer.

André Burakovsky had walked into the backyard, his head held high as he greeted everyone.

Nova lost her voice, no matter how much she wanted to snap back at Emilie, because all she could think about was André. He looked ridiculous with an unsuccessful beard, a SnapBack and being loud enough to command everyone’s attention.

He saw the group of them, threw his hands into the air and started shouting enthusiastically. Nova raised her hand in an almost imperceptible wave and then turned to glare at Emilie.

“What are we talking about over here?” André asked, his arm dropping over her shoulders with a casualness that felt all too familiar.

“Nothing,” Nova said hastily, though it didn’t matter.

“Before next summer we’re going to get Nova a husband,” Emilie answered.

“If you think Nova will marry someone she’s known less than twelve months, you don’t know her that well,” André said, rustling Nova gently. “Besides, she’s gotta get to America so she can marry Chris Evans.”

“Oh, shut up, André.”

“Okej, okej.”

He left, the weight of his arm lifting off her shoulders was not as comfortable as she’d expected, and she took a deep breath so she wouldn’t pull him back.

The conversation continued around her, still about her love life but the jokes about André ceased. Everyone was due for one joke about André at Nova’s expense before moving on and the conversation that followed was always about her life in general because she lived away from them all.

With the sun high in the sky and stomachs filled with home cooked meals, Nova joined the younger girls who had started the process of making flower crowns. They’d already done the hard work of gathering suitable flowers, had been searching for a day or two judging from the size of the pile, so Nova’s self-appointed job was to make sure they knew what they were doing.

“Want to make one for me?” André asked, sitting down on the ground beside Nova.

“You should learn this year,” Nova said, pushing a pile of flowers in front of him.

André rifled through the flowers, clearly having no idea what he was supposed to be looking for. Nova took pity on him almost immediately, picking up the wire. She pushed up onto her knees with the wire and a pair of scissors and moved closer to him.

She told him to stay still as she meticulously measured his head with the wire. There was nothing untoward about it, except that André’s warm breath was brushing across her clavicle despite her being beside him because she’d told him to hold still as he was facing her.

“They look so hard.”

“Hockey is hard. Flower crowns are not.”

As it turned out, flower crowns were harder for André than Nova expected, his fingers not quite nimble enough to put the stems where he wanted them and his patience not quite thick as once thought.

Noticing that he was very much struggling and that his frustration was resulting in a very painful looking tension in his face and shoulders, Nova held her flower crown out to him and gestured for him to hand his over.

“That bad?” he asked, a self-deprecating laugh escaping him.

“I don’t want to be here all day.”

He conceded without protest. She ignored the gentle brush of their fingers for her own sanity.

By the time the sun set, and the drinks were gone, people were getting ready to leave. Nova’s parents had long since left, so Emilie was driving Nova home. Emilie was also driving André home because he was staying so near and insisted he could walk from Nova’s.

He walked Nova to her front door, both wrong hands over their mouths to stifle their drunken laughter. Nova was swaying in the door frame, struggling with her keys, when André tapped her on the shoulder.

“For your pillow,” André said, holding out a small bouquet of flowers.

Nova wasn’t sure if it counted if the kids had picked the flowers instead of her, though she wasn’t particularly sure it mattered. She was all about Midsommar traditions, believing in the magical and spiritual properties they all contained; it was just getting exhausting following them so meticulously when they weren’t bringing her any benefit.

“Thank you, André.”

Barely an hour had passed between Nova waking up and André being in her parents’ house. It was amazing to her that, even after nearly a decade since they should have reasonably expected him to show up without notice, they seemed to just accept that he was there.

She could hear their chatter in the kitchen, could hear her father extending an invitation to join them on their walk and André’s polite decline.

He wouldn’t come in to wake her, Nova knew that, so she allowed herself some extra time to mull over yet another Midsommar dream featuring André Burakovsky.

Throughout the year Nova didn’t dream with any regularity and, if she did, it was never about anybody but herself. Whether she had forgotten an assignment, or if the brakes in her car had suddenly stopped working, there was no dream as consistent as the dream-life she’d built with Midsommar-Night's-Dream-André.

The coffee machine spluttered to life and Nova to it as her queue to get out of bed. She pulled on a shirt as she was walking out her door and mumbled a greeting to André when she reached the kitchen.

He smiled at her over his shoulder, though his attention hardly left the coffee machine until two cups were made and one was placed down onto the table where Nova was sitting.

“Who’d you dream about? Was it Chris Evans again?”

Nova laughed, coffee spluttering out of her mouth. She failed to catch it in her hand, so she was left staring up at André with scalding coffee down her chin and on her shirt.

“I’ve never dreamt about Chris Evans.”

The furrow of André’s brow was instant, and he asked, confused, “You’ve been lying to me?”

“I never told you it was him, you decided that.”

“Why haven’t you told me then?”

Nova shrugged, pulling one knee up to her chest so she could hug it comfortingly, “Because it always seemed so stupid, and there was no way it was ever actually going to happen.”

André, across from her, trailed his eyes over her bare leg, remaining silent for a long moment.

“You always tell everyone else how important it is.”

“I’ve been dreaming about you for half my life and that never seemed real. Like I said, it’s stupid.”

André stared at Nova. Nova stared back. Both were frozen in shock, neither expecting that to be what fell from her mouth. She planned both feet firmly on the kitchen tiles, grabbing her mostly full mug as she stood hastily.

“I’m going to have a shower.”

“Nova.”

“I won’t be long,” she said sweetly.

That was a lie. Nova went about her entire skincare routine, taking her time as she did it, as she thought over and over about how she would get out of her admission without going against the universally known truth that she took Midsommar dreams as gospel.

André was, perhaps unsurprisingly, sitting up against Nova’s headboard. He didn’t say a word as she dressed by shimmying underwear underneath her robe and then taking a sundress from her closet—it felt drastically different to be doing so with André in the room now that he knew how she felt.

“What if I told you I’ve been dreaming about you?” he said when she was standing at the end of the bed.

She scoffed, “You don’t even believe in it.”

“Not just last night, or on Midsommar, Nova,” he already sounded frustrated. “During the year, you’re just there whenever I go to sleep.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“This isn’t going anywhere if you repeat my questions.”

He was amused at least, by her petulance, and the fiendish smile on her face made Nova crack her own.

“Would you move to America with me?”

“Probably,” she answered without hesitation. “Is that really the only reason you never said anything?”

“We’re friends, Nova, and that’s fine for me. If there’s a chance for me here, though, I want to take it.”

“Yeah? You’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”

“I’ve got a lot of time to make up for?” he asked, incredulously, through laughter. “Not sure how this ended up being all my fault.”

“We’ve got time to make up,” she amended, then looked him right in the eye. “Are we going to start now?”

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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“Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.” With burky please

STUPID FREE AGENCY

this is trade themed. let's all cry together.

TAYLOR'S AVS NIGHT!

31. "look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said." (from this prompt list, angst)

"look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said," you demanded.

"i got traded to seattle." he repeated, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

you stared at him in shock, trying to find words, "traded?"

"yeah." he winced.

"stupid free agency," you muttered.

"yeah, stupid." he laughed, "you're taking this better than i thought you would."

"i'm about ten minutes away from having a full-on mental breakdown, so just you wait."

you decided to put off moving till the end of the off-season, so you went on vacation, visited family, and got to spend your day with the cup.

when you got back to the states, instead of going back to colorado, you went to seattle instead to tour apartments. it took you about two weeks to find the perfect apartment.

after successfully signing the lease, you flew back to colorado and began packing up all your stuff. it was bittersweet. you were leaving your home for the past 3 years.

the place was fully furnished so all of that was taken care of (because you were only going to be there during the season). you walked around the city and got a feel for it.

after spending the entire day exploring, you sat down to a nice dinner, and it finally settled in that you were moving here and this would be your life now.

"it's nice here." andre broke you out of your thoughts.

"yeah." you nodded, "but it won't ever be as nice as colorado."

"i know." he smiled sadly, "but it'll be fun. starting a new life here."

"always the optimist." you smiled.

"someone has to be." he joked.

"i'm very optimistic." you defended.

"right." he laughed.

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laurenairay · 2 years

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there’s a party going on right here - A. Burakovsky

The fifth of five fics to celebrate The Avs winning the Stanley Cup!

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Two-time stanley cup champion Andre Burakovsky? YES! He deserves this and I love this for him. And I might have gotten a little carried away with this one but I regret nothing.

Sequel.

You’d been there in DC, through the highs of your best friend’s first Stanley Cup win and through the lows of the trade that followed only a few weeks later. You’d been there to help him pick up the pieces, to give him that foundation to thrive like he so desperately needed after having his world shaken apart. You’d been there to help him settle into life in Denver, to see him struggle and grow and flourish just like you knew he would.

And you were here again now, with his parents and his sisters, to watch your best friend win the Stanley Cup again. Two-time Stanley Cup champion Andre Burakovsky – it had a nice ring to it. Fuck the doubters and the haters and everyone who said that he didn’t have what it took. Fuck them. Andre had proven them wrong again, and you couldn’t be more proud of him.

You’d already celebrated with everyone last night – the team, the family and friends – in the stereotypical bars and clubs before crashing back at the hotel. This time round, as opposed to DC, you’d booked your own room rather than sharing with his sisters, allowing you to stumble back from the final club at an ungodly hour, Andre stumbling with you. Between the two of you, you’d managed to get back to the hotel in once piece, even if he was giggling and you weren’t walking in a straight line, and he’d waited until you had your door unlocked before heading off to his own room, protective instincts kicking even when drunk like the sweetheart he was.

And man were you drunk last night.

While you’d rather have stayed in bed this morning, curled up in a ball to wait out the nausea and grogginess, a quick shower and glass of water had gotten you steady enough to meet Andre for a late breakfast in the hotel restaurant. His sisters had already said they weren’t joining you, and his parents had ventured out on their own, leaving just you and Andre to slowly eat some toast, not daring to eat anymore in fear of upsetting your stomachs. The joys of hangovers, not.

“I know partying really isn’t your thing, but I’m really happy you’re here.”

Andre’s soft words made you smile softly, and you just shook your head. Your best friend really was so sweet.

“Where else would I be, hm?” you mused.

“I don’t know, in Malmö?” he teased.

Underneath the joking smile, you could see the hesitance of the boy you’d grown up with. Andre always doubted himself, doubted why people would want to be around him, doubted why anyone would care, and it always broke your heart. How could such a brilliant, talented, genuine guy like him not see the light he brought to people’s lives? To your life? His sunshine smile and goofy sense of humour had brought you out of more funks than he knew, but you wished by this point he realised exactly how much you valued his friendship. There was no-one else like him – and there never would be.

“I’m exactly where I’m meant to be, Andre, okay? I’m not going anywhere,” you said seriously, holding out your little finger in promise, “you’re stuck with me.”

Andre finally grinned fully, relaxed and natural, and he wasted no time in linking his little finger with yours to seal that promise. “I think I can handle being stuck with you.”

You laughed, flapping a hand at him as you sipped at your coffee. He really was such a big part of your life – not having him in it with you? Unbearable to even consider. A life without Andre wasn’t a life you wanted to know.

The two of you slowly worked your way through a little more food, carefully to settle your stomachs, before a loud noise of triumph came from behind you. Andre groaned as he looked up, and when you turned your head to look yourself, you saw EJ walked towards you, looking far too fresh for how drunk you knew he was last night.

“There you are Burky! Are you heading out with the team for brunch before we have to leave for the airport, or are you busy?”

Ah, that was why Andre reacted that way. You knew EJ was a prankster from the previous times you’d met him, and you could tell he was enjoying teasing your best friend by the way he wiggled his eyebrows lewdly. Strangely, Andre flushed deeply and glared at his teammate, although that only encouraged a wider grin.

“Go away EJ,” Andre hissed, flapping his hand.

“Ah, young love,” EJ sighed dramatically, raising a hand to his head in a fake-swoon as he wandered away.

Young love?

“Ignore him. He’s an idiot,” Andre muttered, cheeks still scarlet.

You bit your bottom lip, the butterflies in your stomach matching the heated flush of your cheeks, Andre’s face looking curious in your silence. This was far from the first time that someone had teased you and Andre about your relationship, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last, so why was it making you hesitate when it never had before?

“Or we could not ignore him?” Andre murmured.

His voice was as shaky as you felt, your eyes as wide as his were. Oh fuck. Was he really suggesting…really?

Maybe he had thought about the possibility between the two of you before, if this teasing was affecting him so much. But maybe this wasn’t the best time for it.

“Maybe that’s something we should revisit when we’re not both stupidly hungover? When you actually have a moment of genuine time after all the team celebrations have finished?” you said softly.

You couldn’t help but wince at the astounded look on Andre’s face, wishing desperately to take those bold words back, but the moment that Andre smiled, all that tension drained from your body. This was happening. This was really happening.

“I think we owe it to ourselves to talk properly, yeah,” Andre said, a little shyly.

Wow.

“What ever happened to flighty careless Andre, hm?” you mused.

“He was able to grow up, thanks to you,” Andre shrugged, a grin teasing at his lips.

“Sweet talker,” you shot back, deflecting from the growing heat on his cheeks.

Andre just laughed, a little shakily, showing you that this was affecting him as much as it was affecting you.

“I can’t wait to get home,” he said, a little giddily, eyes wide like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

To be honest, you couldn’t quite believe it either. But you couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

#my writing #andre burakovsky blurb #the avs are stanley cup champions!#andre burakovsky imagine #andre burakovsky fic #andre burakovsky fanfic #andre burakovsky x reader

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ryangravytrain · 3 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY ON A THURSDAY

Shout out to @hckyrcl for tagging me 😊 I will tag some pals and feel free to do it or not, up to you! @capsvsducks @zepuckinghockey @lizziemack @imafriendlydalek

Anyways here’s to good words!

“Tom it is four in the morning. Why the hell are you calling me so early?”

“Oh sorry ‘bout that buddy. To be fair it's only like, 6 am here.” Came Tom’s sheepish response.

Andre couldn't be mad at him though. Tom didn't call him all that often and when he did there was always something on his mind. “What’s going on?”

“I can't just call my good friend Burky who I miss dearly? Do you hate me so much that you never want to hear from me again? Is that why you left DC? I'm hurt Burt, hurt.” Tom rambled.

Andre rolled his eyes, “Tom stop being a bitch,” Tom let out a scandalized gasp, “Tell me the truth, I won't judge you babes.”

Tom sighed on the other end of the phone, “We signed a couple guys over the summer…”

“Yes I am aware.”

“So you know that you played with one of them in juniors right?”

He racked his brain for a second, “Oh yeah. Stromer right?”

“Yes! Dylan Strome!” Tom cheered.

“What about him?”

“Okay I need you to tell me everything you remember about him. Like pregame rituals, quirks, if he’s nervous about being on the Caps. Everything.”

Andre rubbed between his eyes, “God, I don't know. He’s changed since he was on the Otters. I don't think he has the same rituals or anything.”

“I don't care. I want to know everything.”

Andre pushed himself out of bed at that. He knew that Tom wouldn't let this go until Andre started talking. That was the thing about Tom, if he became interested in someone, he’d stop at nothing to learn every single little thing about him. He just hoped that poor Dylan was prepared for the full force of Tom Wilson.

#hockey #hockey rpf #washington capitals #tom wilson #andre burakovsky #Dylan strome #yes this is my Tom/dylan fic that I have been writing and rewriting for weeks #tho this part has not changed

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overmygraves · 2 years

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could you maybe do a little cute swedish landy being very proud of his swedish burky? their interview together was adorable and i love their interactions together and you can always tell the burky wants to make landy proud. if not no worries!

of course!! i love them interacting too, i feel like gabe is kind of a father figure for some guys from the team specially burky lol it turned out to be a little short, but I hope you like it! (also I imagine both of them being awkward on showing affection so theres that akskajs)

Swedish Win

warnings: platonic friendship, father figure

word count: 0,7k

Who could have guessed he would be on to win his very own second Stanley Cup? Well, certainly he didn't. He also definitely didn't think he would have such an important place in the first game from the Stanley Cup Finals against the back-to-back winning team, Tampa Bay Lighting.

When Andre hit his famous wrist shot at overtime, it seemed like time stopped. He saw Nichushkin standing on the other side of the ice, looking intently at him and waiting to see what he would do with it. All of the Tampa Bay players around him seemed to be stopped, and Vasilevskiy eyed him like a mythological creature ready to crush him in a heartbeat.

The puck travelled fast and hard through the ice, making its way past the famous goaltender and entering the net. The Ball Arena horn sounded, deafening everyone that was inside it as it mixed with the shouting from the fans and the players themselves. Andre cheered as soon as he realised they had won the game. They had won it because of him. Soon enough, the whole team was jumping over him, celebrating their win.

After the energy died down, the team hit the locker room, waiting for the stars of the game to be called. Being called the first star, Andre had little time to sit down and process everything. He went back to the ice, all smiles, to have the whole arena cheer for his win once again. An overtime hero as the newspapers would call him the next morning.

Back to the locker room, Gabe, the team captain, was waiting for him sitting at his own stool.

"Bra jobbat, Burra." He said in his usual tone, even though his little side smile was painted on his face, as if he was trying not to smile too much.

"Tack, Gabe." Andre said in response, going in for a tight hug with the captain.

Ever since Andre got in the team, Gabe acted like some kind of father figure towards him. Maybe because they were both Swedish, they had a kind of friendship that wasn't all that usual in hockey teams. In his previous team, even though everyone was very much friendly, he never really had such a figure to look up to like he did in the Avalanche, nor someone who would take so much time to help him perfect his techniques and teach some of his own.

“You could have hit it a little harder, though.” The older player stated, which had both of them laughing a little too loud. "They want us to go for a post-game interview." The captain started, parting from the hug. "I'll meet you there after the shower?" Andre answered with a simple nod, a small smile on his face. He never really admitted it, but making Gabe proud of his game always made him feel even better about it.

The hot shower helped his nerves to relax, and he stayed for a while under the water, letting it run through him and thinking back on what had just happened. Because it really happened.

Leaving the showers, Andre couldn’t help the corners of his lips to slightly tilt up, receiving pats on the back and hugs from other players as he made his way out of the locker and towards the interview room.

He stopped in front of the door, fixing his hat before he went in. Gabe was already sitting on his chair, and smiled at him as he sat before his name tag. André felt all of the eyes on him, all of the reporters anxious to ask him what he felt when he shot the puck, when it entered the net, when the horn sounded.

The whole interview passed by him like a blur. In the end, they took a couple of answers in Swedish for both of the players, and Andre had to hold back his smile when Gabe said that he expected such an amazing play from him. It was clear he had big expectations for the younger player, and the fact that he had met those expectations was huge for him.

Both of them left the room in silence, making their wait towards the cars stopped in the parking lot. It was already empty, since everyone who was there to watch the game had already gone home, including some of the players who didn’t stay for interviews."Didn't expect anything less from you." Gabe said as they walked towards Andre's car, stopping in front of it. "Kör vidare, gubben.”

#nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl fluff #hockey #hockey fanfiction #nhl writing #gabe landeskog #andre burakovsky #colorado avalanche

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comphy-and-cozy · 2 years

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I think I’m finally going to take the plunge into posting hockey fic of my own since that’s primarily all I read these days.

I have a cute lil fic written for someone that will not translate well to hockeyblr, BUT can easily be translated to someone else, so testing the waters… would people rather see:

PLD

Tyson Jost or

Andre Burakovsky?

Any feedback is helpful! 😋 (Also yes as a McDavid simp I also have a Connor in the works)

#hockey fic #hockey rpf #nhl fic #pierre luc dubois #tyson jost #andre burakovsky #connor mcdavid #hockeyblr #nhl hockey #hockey romance #hockey imagine #hockey blurb #nhl imagine

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shootinhockey · 2 years

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I’m so happy for my boy!!! He deserves all the hockey hugs!!!

#colorado avalanche #andre burakovsky #cuddle swede #i might have to go read one of Michaela’s fics where he gets all the love

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burkymakar · 1 year

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The missed opportunity that was Mikko X Burky

#Mikko Rantanen #Andre Burakovsky #I had a fic all planned out #hockey rpf

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wyattjohnston · 2 years

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Hello! From the 'different ways to say I love you' prompt list, could you please do '“i’m— i’m happy when you’re here. i’m happy.” with Andre Burakovsky? :)

Sweden is nothing like you’d imagined—mostly because Andre had downplayed its beauty. It’s just a country, he’d said when you’d asked him to describe, despite him also saying repeatedly it’s the best country on earth.

It’s not that Denver—Colorado—isn’t beautiful but spending your whole life there has left you a bit underwhelmed by it all.

You’re ecstatic to be there, had been excited by the mere thought of going there before you knew how much you’d truly adore it. Andre seems to understand, at least, that being invited home with him is important even if he insisted that you could visit Sweden whenever you wanted. You don’t need a special invitation in your passport was what he’d said.

“Are you going to admit that it’s gorgeous?” you ask, overlooking the lake. “You haven’t stopped smiling since we sat down.”

The pair of you had set up a small picnic at your instance because you wanted to spend as much time as you possibly could outdoors.

“I haven’t stopped smiling,” he says, he smile growing ever bigger, “because I’m happy when you’re here with me. I’m happy.”

“I’m happy, too, Andre. You make me happy.”

#andre burakovsky fic #andre burakovsky imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #homemade fic #avs celly #fic: avs

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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andre burakovsky with forehead touching since he would do that in videos with the caps and it was so cute

MINE FOREVER

TAYLOR'S AVS NIGHT!

1. "touching foreheads" (from this prompt list)

although it was a happy day, andre couldn't help but feel disappointed. it was game 6, hopefully, the game that would end the series, but you weren't there to be with him. he wasn't playing but it would've been great to celebrate with you.

"you really can't come?"

"i can't, i'm sorry." andre frowned and you felt your heartbreak, "we'll celebrate together when you come home."

"of course." he smiled but it didn't reach his eyes.

the one thing you left out was you were actually in the same city as him. you had to turn off your location, which you knew he found a little strange but he didn't question it.

you were sitting with a few other girls in your jacket, cheering all the guys on. as the last seconds ticked down, your grip on their hands got tighter.

when the clock reached 0, that's when you jumped up and out of your seat, pulling one of the girls into a hug. after the ceremony, families were finally let onto the ice.

you let his family go up to give him hugs before you made yourself known. his family smiled at you from behind him, which caught his attention.

he turned around and saw you and he ran over to you so fast you almost fell over but he wrapped his arms around you and caught you.

"what happened to not being able to come?"

"i got my meeting scheduled for next week so i'm yours for the week." you smiled.

"you're mine forever." he smiled, leaning his forehead on yours. you smiled up at him, leaning up and kissing him.

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laurenairay · 2 years

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Can I request “I might’ve had a few shots.” with Andre Burakovsky Perfect timing for our two time cup winner!!!!

Yessss anon, two-cup Burky deserves all the love! Thank you for choosing him – I hate that the Avs haven’t had any real conversation with him yet about his contract and that freaks me out, so this is partially therapy for me.

I’ve decided that this is a continuation of the celebration blurb I did when the Avs won the cup!

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“I might’ve had a few shots.”

A second cup! Andre had won a second Stanley Cup! The party had carried on for nearly a week after the night they’d won in Tampa, long after the morning that Andre had suggested the two of you have that long awaited talk, the talk that had transitioned the two of you from friends to more than friends. The talk that had led to the two of you going on a first date and Andre officially asking you to be his girlfriend only days later. This summer had been full of things you had never expected to happen, yet you were overwhelmed with happiness that they did.

Being Andre Burakovsky’s girlfriend was the best thing that had ever happened to you, hands down.

His family – parents and sisters – had been ecstatic when the two of you had told them the news. You were pretty sure his sisters had even exchanged money, Andre just glaring at them for having a bet in the first place, but you didn’t care. They had accepted the change in your relationship so easily (as had your family), and that was all you could’ve asked for.

One of the best things about this new step between the two of you meant that you had every excuse to spend as much time with him as possible, Andre thrilled to be able to show you off as his, and that included his Cup Day.

“Ready for today, älskling?” Andre murmured.

You turned your head slightly to face him from where you were watching his dad and your dad set up the grill in the backyard, smiling easily.

“Of course. I can’t wait to celebrate all over again with you,” you nodded.

Andre just grinned, wrapping his arms around you from behind, letting you relax back into his arms.

“I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he sighed happily.

“Because you won two cups?” you mused.

“Well, yes. But I meant because I get to share this day with you,” he shrugged.

Oh wow. That was sweet, if a little cheesy.

“I was here at your last cup day, you know that,” you laughed, looking up at him.

“Ah but I couldn’t kiss you last time,” he pointed out.

You rolled your eyes fondly, tilting your head up to press your lips together, Andre humming softly as the kiss stayed slow and sweet. Your lips were buzzing by the time he broke the kiss, looking as dazed as you felt, until he laughed and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“I’d better go see if our dads need anything – see you later?” he mused.

“Yeah, see you,” you nodded, smiling a little dopily.

You passed the rest of the morning in a happy fog, ignoring his sisters teasing you while you helped prepare food for the partygoers, too happy to care if you looked like a fool. This was Andre’s day, and you were going to help him celebrate as well as you could.

Of course, you forgot the other part of Andre partying – the alcohol. And damn could your boy pour it back. You watched with your friends as Andre and his friends slammed back the drinks, everyone dancing and singing and happy, as they deserved to be, celebrating yourself at a much slower pace, knowing you’d probably have to help him into bed later. Whatever, it was worth it and he deserved it.

“Hey baby.”

Your friends giggled as Andre stumbled over to you, goofy smile on his face, and they wandered away to give the two of you some privacy.

“Hey yourself,” you laughed, steadying him with your hands on his hips, “Having fun?”

“I might have had a few shots,” Andre grinned, pinching his fingers close together.

You rolled your eyes fondly, shaking your head. “I think it might’ve been more than a few, baby.”

“Oopsie,” he snickered.

Oopsie. Wow. He really was three sheets to the wind, wasn’t he?

“You’re still going to want to be my girlfriend in the morning, right?” he suddenly asked, eyes wide.

“Of course I am!” you said quickly, firmly, “unless you do something spectacularly stupid, there’s nothing that’s going to make me want you less.”

“You want me, huh?” he smirked, eyes burning as they grazed over your body.

Well that was a 180. You still shivered at the tone of his voice, the way he looked at you, the ways his thumbs rubbed gently over the skin of your arms. That was so unfair.

“Behave yourself or I won’t even consider getting naked later,” you mused, trying to keep your cool, hoping it had the desired effect.

Andre’s lips parted in surprise, lust clouding over his eyes briefly before they cleared again. Well, as clear as they could be after how much he’d had to drink.

“Oh I’ll behave. I’ll be on my very best behaviour,” he murmured, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip subconsciously.

Wasn’t that a thought.

“I look forward to it,” you grinned, “Until later though…I think your buddies are calling you over?”

Andre glanced over his shoulder, waving wildly as he spotted the group beckoning him back to them.

“I’ll be back, okay?” he grinned, looking back at you, “Don’t forget about being naked later.”

Your cheeks flared with heat as he jogged across the backyard, even more so as your mom joined you.

“I don’t want to know, do I?” she mused, her voice dry.

“No probably not,” you laughed, shaking your head.

Some things were better left unsaid, better left between the two of you. Until later, anyway.

#my writing #andre burakovsky blurb #follower milestone celebration #andre burakovsky fic #andre burakovsky imagine #andre burakovsky fanfic #andre burakovsky x reader #hockey blurb

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bqstqnbruin · 1 year

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Seattle Kraken

Main Masterlist

If the links don’t work, please let me know!

Andre Burakovsky

Blurbs:

I think I’m in love with you

You’re washing the dishes but Andre is handsy

You’re in charge of the cupcakes for your friends wedding shower when Andre drops the M word

Your sink is busted so Andre comes to fix it

You’re out on a date when you fall for someone else

Fics

They shoot Webster’s, don’t they?

Vince Dunn

NOTE: I do not write for this player any more but haven't had the motivation to rewrite all of these.

Fics:

8 Letters

Blurbs:

Vince is over at your place but you have no idea what relationship you have with him

You and Vince broke up when he left for the NHL and now he’s back at home

Vince is acting sus and you finally figure out why

Vince is tired but not tired enough to not be a distraction

You and Vince are out in public and you call him your private nickname

You take home Vince when he’s drunk and you have an interesting conversation the next morning

You call your mom to tell her the big news

Vince has been streaming a lot lately and you want his attention

Vince has the man flu and calls you to take care of him

Vince tries to surprise you but fails in doing so

You and Vince take your daughter to visit her grandparents

Vince tries to make your birthday a little more special

What a shock, Vince is a lovey drunk

It’s your niece’s first birthday party and Vince meets your family

After a night out Vince meets your son, Ben, and fits right in

It’s your anniversary so you and Vince go back to the place you had your first date but Vince doesn’t like the initials on the high score list

You and Vince are out shopping and he’s teasing you the entire time

HCs

Vince’s reaction to hearing you call yourself Mrs. Dunn

Jamie Oleksiak

Fics:

Leave before you love me

And a bow on top

Not like I’m in love with you

Blurbs:

You talk about the other man you have a crush on

Your friend drags you to a ‘singles event’

Jamie is mean when you try to surprise him

You have news for your daughter and you aren’t sure how she’ll take it

You and Jamie aren’t a weird couple, but you really are

You’re in an uncomfortable situation with an ex and Jamie comes to your rescue

#andre burakovsky imagine #jamie oleksiak imagine #seattle kraken imagines

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overmygraves · 2 years

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players i write for

ryan graves, jack hughes, p. k. subban (anyone from njd)

nathan mackinnon, andre burakovsky (also anyone from col)

mathew barzal, pierre-luc dubois

i'm not oposed to coaches or retired players, though age gap will probably be part of the plot unless asked otherwise

i'll probably write much about anyone, request it and we'll see ;)

#ryan graves #jack hughes #pk subban #nathan mackinnon #andre burakovsky #mathew barzal #nhl fic #hockey fic #pierre luc dubois

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moregraceful · 1 year

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I posted 4,574 times in 2022

That's 3,137 more posts than 2021!

543 posts created (12%)

4,031 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@thevaudevillescene

@birdcage

@davidjohnlemahieu

@tapedsleeves

@notthequiettype

I tagged 4,569 of my posts in 2022

#hockey for ts - 1,206 posts

#life this is it - 434 posts

#baseball - 308 posts

#gif - 294 posts

#cool stories with kasper - 285 posts

#art - 276 posts

#cage replies - 142 posts

#tumblr life - 130 posts

#colorado avs - 109 posts

#san francisco giants - 100 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#next door because there’s something irresistible about someone who can recite the all of ocean vuong’s ‘’not even this’’ without faltering

My Top Posts in 2022:

i see a lot of posts about how to leave quick and easy comments if you are shy abt leaving comments which is great!! but if you want to leave a more substantial comment than a couple emojis (which are great don't get me wrong!!) here is my formula for leaving a substantial comment that generally helps me hit all the parts of the fic i want to comment on:

start with a couple sentences of my general feelings about the fic, usually pulling out plot points or character beats that got me in my feelings. "i love this fic so much, here are the feelings i felt about the characters/plot! these plot points really got me good! i felt this way bc this part nailed me in the chest!"

pulling out my favorite thing the author did and explaining why it was my favorite. often this is more over-aching -- for example, maybe i really loved the tension in the fic or i loved the author's attention to detail. just something very specific about the fic that i really enjoyed and wanted to call attention to as something the author did really well

pulling out a specific line i really enjoyed and talking about why i enjoyed it. maybe it made me laugh, maybe i had to go lie down on the floor after reading it, maybe it got me in my feelings. "but!!" you say, "i enjoyed so many lines, i couldn't possibly choose just one!!!" you can do all those lines if you have energy and are moved to do so! or you can (as i often do), scroll around until you find a line you have something to say about! often there are fics in which i loved many lines, but i only have so much time and energy in my life and i personally(!!) try to leave commentary that isn't just keysmashes, so i look for a line that i have something to say about clearly, even if it's just, "it made me laugh for this reason."

finish by thanking the author for writing and posting. this isn't for everyone! it's just something i like to do bc i think it takes a lot of courage to post your fic when you're never really guaranteed the response you want! obvs most writers are writing TO post, but for me i always like to say thanks for being brave enough to post so i can enjoy the author's hard work

that's my formula! of course there are always variations in each comment, but i try to hit all four of these points when i want to leave a substantial comment. this is again, strictly what i developed for myself and is by no means me telling you that this is how to leave a good comment!! all comments are great and as a writer, i'm glad for all of them, every single one. but i see a lot of posts on this site about how to leave "easy" comments, but not a lot about how to leave more substantial comments. so i thought i would share. hope this helps :D

158 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

nice fic homie would be a shame if someone (you) never finished it

177 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

truly sometimes you just gotta look at yourself and say very pityingly "oh buddy", and then go do something else

178 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

andre burakovsky has entered the chat and launched a live grenade at the crowd

218 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr life #me 🤝 ash 🤝 reblogging each other a lot #cool stories with kasper

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