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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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security-somebody-but-wrong · 4 days

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#humiliation sissy #megumi x reader #notas tristes #ventcore #effy #模特 #hatsune miku #andre burakovsky #chiaki nanami #monster fucker #lyrics #glam

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sweettomyhoney · 2 years

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Request box is open yall 🥰just tell me what you want I got you

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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!

Words: 932

“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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eightfourone · 6 months

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I'm having a bit of a spiral where I couldn't come up with an answer as to why I even like Mat Barzal and I forgot my hockey journey has been so strange. Yeah I started liking the guy because he was pretty, what about it

I am from the same fray as gear fetish blogs and x reader fanfic authors

and it all started with andre burakovsky...

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irelanddesires · 2 years

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Gör Ont

Pairing: André Burakovsky x reader

Warnings: Fluff, injury, anxious reader, sad Burky. IDK nothing crazy

Summary: Dating Burky has it’s highs and lows.

A/N: Okay so I wrote this at 11pm and I haven’t edited it at all but I also couldn’t stop thinking about this so here you go! Let me know what you think!

Family skates with the Avs was a special time for everyone but especially the players. This was a time that families would get to spend a few precious moments with their player since they rarely had the chance to see them during the season. It was also a time where most players introduced their significant other to other members of the team and their spouses. André wanted to use this as an opportunity for you to meet the whole team. His parents were unable to make the trip to attend the skate so he wanted you to meet his other family. You and André have been dating for a couple months, well mainly talking since he was on the road most of the time. What dates you were able to have together had been great and left you craving more of his company.

With nerves fluttering through your system you bundled up in your winter jacket before going to your living room and grabbing your phone. Before you could check to see if you had and messages a knock sounded on your front door. Your boots clunked across the hardwood floor like the rapid beating of your heart. You wiped your sweaty hands on your pants before grasping the cold door handle and opening the front door. Your breath rushed out as you took in the man before you and his heart breaking grin.

“Hey you,” he smirked as heat blossomed across your cheeks.

“Hey! I’m almost ready, let me grab my purse,” You said as you backed up allowing André entrance to your apartment.

André waited by the door while you rushed back to the living room. You quickly gathered your things and made your way back to him.

“Ready?” he smiled down at you.

“Yeah! I’ve actually never skated before so this is a first for me” you responded as you locked the door behind the two of you.

When you turned around André was looking at you like you had grown a second head.

“What?” you asked

“Why didn’t you tell me you haven’t skated? You can’t date a hockey player and not ice skate!” he said as a grin spread across his face.

Laughing, you both made your way out of your apartment complex. André opened the door to his car for you and once you were situated he shut it before making it around to the drivers side. The car started with a purr as warm air pushed out of the vents which warmed you from the cold Colorado air.

André turned to look at you, “I bought you something… It’s not much but I hope you like it,” a pink colored his cheeks at the admission and he turned around toward the backseat reaching for something. He returned to the driver's seat with a giant box before smiling and handing the box to you. As you opened the box a gasp fell from your lips. Inside was a Colorado Avalanche jersey and hat with a pair of brand new skates.

“André! Thank you! This is awesome!” you exclaimed, unable to hide how excited you were. This gift might seem small to most people but this was André letting you into his world. Not only would you be meeting his teammates but you would be meeting them with his name on your back.

“I had to claim you before anyone else beat me to it,” he laughed, just as excited as you were.

Nerves began to really sink in once you and André were walking into the rink. What if his teammates didn’t like you? What if the wives and girlfriends didn’t like you? What if you embarrassed him? André’s thumb brushing across the back of your hand drew you from your anxious thoughts.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, just a little nervous”

“Ah don’t worry they will love you. Promise.”

You both made your way into the arena. Staff milled about everywhere but André didn’t stop to talk to anyone until he made it to the locker room. The locker room was crowded. People milled about everywhere, some with jerseys on and some with skates on or in the process of being on. It was kinda crazy at how many people were crammed into this area and it made you even more anxious. You prayed you wouldn’t embarrass André in front of all the people.

André tugged you across the room until you stood in front of one specific locker with the name “Burakovsky” on the nameplate across the top. You turned to André and laughed at the huge smile across his face. He looked just like a child showing his prize to his parents and his happiness was infectious.

“This one’s mine.” he smiled, “Lets get your skates on.”

You sat in his locker stall before he crouched in front of you. You kicked your shoes off while he worked on loosening the laces on your skates. Once the laces were loose André lifted your foot into the skate and tied them before repeating the process with your other foot. He stood up in front of you and held his hands out to you, pulling you to your feet. You wobbled and André’s hands quickly settled around your waist to steady you.

“You good?” he asked

“Mm huh,” you nodded.

“Good, you can’t forget this though.” he smirked as he held his jersey out to you. As gracefully as you could without falling you slipped into his jersey. Once you were steady André sat in his stall and quickly put his skates on.

Once that was done you both made your way out of the locker room and to the ice. André stepped onto the ice first before turning and reaching for you. You took one step before your stomach dropped as you felt your feet slip. André was quick to steady you.

“I got you,” he said, his breath fanning your face. You didn’t realize how close you were until that moment. His brown eyes searching your face and for a moment you thought he was leaning closer.

“Ay none of that Burky!” a voice called out. You pulled back, adjusting your jersey as embarrassment flooded your veins. You almost had your first kiss in front of an entire arena full of people.

Slowly André pulled you around the rink. Cold wind whipped across your cheeks and laughter bubbled into your chest as his skates dug in and pulled you faster and faster. The two of you were so wrapped up in each other you didn’t notice anyone else.

In a split second the joyous moment was broken. One second you were laughing at André’s childlike behavior and the joy across his face and the next you felt something hit you hard. You didn’t have time to brace yourself or register the horror across André’s face before you collided with the ice hard. Seconds later, once no major pain registered, you opened your eyes to a frantic André.

“Y/N! Y/N! Are you hurt?” his eyes searched everywhere followed by his frantic hands. “Baby, Y/N, can you hear me?”

Your eyes quickly snapped to his eyes as you nodded, “Yeah. yeah. I’m okay”

You moved your limbs checking for pain before moving to sit up. André was quick to help, one of his hands supporting your back as you sat up. A small whimper left you as the pain in the back of your head registered. Before you could turn to André to tell him your head hurt a little he was yelling at someone. Moments later another person crouched in front of you.

“Hey I’m just going to check your head really quick. That was quite the fall!” he said.

You just nodded before he shined a light in your eyes and asked you some questions. Soon enough he explained to you and André that you had a small bump on the back of your head which would probably be tender for a couple days and you might have a small headache. André had been quiet the whole time, tension radiated from him as he listened but it ebbed as the trainer explained nothing major was wrong.

Once the trainer had walked away André turned to you with a tight smile.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” he asked and you nodded.

André quickly scooped you up from the ice and skated toward the rink door. Embarrassment bubbled in your stomach. You had managed to do the one thing you didn’t want to do, you had embarrassed André in front of his second family. No wonder he was so upset, he probably wouldn’t want anything to do with you after this. He was quiet as he made his way back to the locker room. He placed you in his stall before crouching in front of you to take your skates off. It broke your heart seeing him so sad.

“André, I'm okay. It’s okay”

“Yeah” he said as he gave you a tight smile.

Your stomach sank at his reaction. With your skates off you stood and waited for him to remove his. The walk to the car and the drive home was quiet, it was a stark difference from the trip to the arena. André politely opened your door and walked you to your door. Your hands were shaking with nerves, you didn’t want this to be the end of your relationship. You had quickly grown attached to André, he warmed the dark parts of you and you didn't want it to end. Your hands were shaking so bad you were struggling to get the key in your front door. André placed his hand over yours and pulled the key from your hand.

“I can help” he said as he put the key in the lock and opened the door.

You both made your way into your living room, you shed your coat and shoes as you made your way to your couch. André stood in the living room doorway, his coat still on as sadness poured from him. Silence blanketed the two of you until André cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry. I can understand if you don’t want to see me again” his voice breaking at the end.

Shock filled your system and you jolted to your feet. The quick movement caused your head to thump and you couldn’t hide the wince that sliced across your face. André quickly moved in front of you, his hands hovering as if he was afraid to touch you.

“André, why wouldn’t I want to see you again? I embarrassed you in front of everyone.”

“No, I should’ve been quicker, I should’ve seen him coming and I didn’t. You got hurt because of me.”

Realization flooded you as the words he said registered. He wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at himself for getting you hurt.

“André I’m fine I promise, just a small headache.” You stepped forwards and reached for his hand. “I very much want to see you again.”

His eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign that you weren't telling the truth. He must have found what he needed because his whole body relaxed as his arms came around you, pulling you to him.

You melted into his chest as his warmth spread through your body.

“No more getting hurt,” he mumbled against your head.

A smile tugged at your lips as you nodded against his chest. “I’ll try,” you promised.

André pulled back from you, looking down at you before inching closer. His hand settled on your lower back and the other against your cheek pulling you closer to him. Anticipation of what was about to happen buzzed through you and the moment your lips touched you knew you were where you were meant to be. You were home.

#andre burakovsky #andre burakovsky fic #andre burakovsky x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #Hockey Fanfiction #Colorado Avs #Colorado Avalanche

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going-full-shmoo · 4 years

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hey! happy new year! do you think you could do something with andre and meeting the fam (his or hers/theirs)

Hey anon! Happy new year!

REQUEST HERE / RULES

he’d definitely want you to meet his family once he knew you were going to be around for a while

his family means a lot to him, and he wants to make absolutely sure that everything works out

he definitely tries to make himself look like he’s not nervous but he’s definitely sweating up a storm

he takes you to meet his family for a couple days in the offseason, everyone getting together to celebrate his season

everyone’s gathered together at his childhood home for a get together, with lots of laughter and drinks going around

his palms are sweating the instant he walks you up to the door, and you aren’t looking much better either

however, his mom and sisters welcome you in with open arms and immediately begin chatting with you

and he’s just left standing there like “what?”

because everything happened so quickly (don’t worry, they did say hello to him to)

the four of you would be sitting by yourselves, them asking plenty of questions about you

and he’d just stand off to the side observing the four of you chatting away with a smile

as you were talking there was crying over the baby monitor, and his sister went to get his nephew up from his nap

once the baby was taken care of, she brought him to join you in your lil circle just babbling away

she even let you start to hold him, the lil bean looking very comfortable in your arms

Andre’s heart nearly exploded as he watched your interaction with his favorite lil peanut

He knew that this was a good idea in that moment, to bring you to meet his family

he walked over and sat down next to you, asking what he missed while he wasn’t there

and all of you fell into very comfortable conversation, just like you all had known each other for years

later in the evening, when it was time to go back to where you were staying, he got pulled away by his mom

“They’re wonderful, you know. I’m glad you brought them”

and he just smiles and nods cause he already knew that, but it was still nice to hear

as the two of you were driving back, he smirked at you

“I told you they would love you”

you just give his shoulder a nudge and smile, because he was definitely right

you loved his family, and you couldn’t wait to officially be a part of it someday

#andre burakovsky #colorado avalanche #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #colorado avalanche imagine #colorado avalanche imagines #andre burakovsky imagine #andre burakovsky x reader #jj writes #burky

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idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 · 4 years

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André Burakovsky Helping You Relax During Finals Would Include

André never experienced a post-secondary exam, so he doesn’t really know what they’re like, but he can understand through you that they aren’t great.

He’s really good at reading when to leave you alone to study and when he should step in so you don’t fry your brain.

(You do the same thing with him and hockey)

When he leaves you alone, he’s usually just in the other room doing his own thing, going through game tape or watching the tape on the Avs’ next opponent.

He keeps checking on you, making sure you’re okay.

When he needs to get you to step away, he comes over to you and puts his head on your shoulder.

“It’s time to take a break.”

“No, I still have things to do.”

“I know, but you need a break. I made you tea/coffee, come sit with me for a while, you need a break.”

But André knows that making you take a break and drinking a hot drink isn’t going to help you relax.

Not when you were that stressed.

That tense.

He knew that he needed to do more to help you relax ;)

He starts by trailing a hand up your thigh.

At first you didn’t think anything of it until his hand was basically on your core.

“André…” You trailed off, not knowing what his plan was.

“Let me,” he said softly before pushing you back against the couch.

You gave him an odd look still not knowing what he was planning on doing.

André just sunk down to his knees and slowly pulled your pants down before spreading your legs.

He ate you out slowly.

Taking his time, drawing all the moans and whines he could from you.

He paid extra attention to your clit.

And maintained eye contact for most of it.

You couldn’t help tugging at his hair as you begged him to go faster.

He didn’t.

He brought you to your orgasm at his pace.

And it was one of the best orgasms of your life.

You were completely boneless afterwards, all the tension and stress gone.

“Better,” André mumbled against your thigh before he pulled your pants back up.

You were much more relaxed after that.

And André was sure to keep up his work throughout your finals.

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i-like-yoongi-a-latte · 4 years

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headcanon: domestic andre #1

I had some ideas of this and can’t write a whole fic (yet - I need to practice writing) so I decided to write these down and share if someone would like them (or get some inspiration!) :’)

doing housework!!

humming along to songs he has playing from the speakers while doing something

some older pop songs are there too + maybe something swedish

singing along

“weeee are never ever eveeer getting baack together”

cooking and the kitchen is still there afterwards

focusing so hard that nothing goes wrong

measuring everything precisely so that nothing will go wrong

(you’re not allowed in the kitchen so you peek from around the corner)

“no i don’t need any help”

trying to make the food look like in restaurants

with the sauce splashes etc

doing the dishes and getting dish soap in his hair

yes that’s possible

baking a cake and flour is found e v e r y w h e r e

looking very cute with flour in his hair after trying to wipe his hair away from his forehead (one could ask how he gets everything in his hair but...) + he smiles goofily so he’s looking extra cute

wiping his hands on his dark-colored pants, and so there are flour handprints

“andre, that’s why people usually use an apron”

tasting the cake and icing and everything before continuing because “you have to be sure it tastes good”

being so proud of the cake and sending photos to the boys and flooding his ig story with videos of the cake

cleaning the kitchen again (after a remark) and humming

changing the bedsheets and battling with fitted sheets (c’mon, he would, just for a show anyways)

folding laundry and dancing

making up songs from what he’s doing

“here is a t-shirt flip it like this, fold it like that, then put it down and you’re done”

“this sock here has no pair, what to do for it.... to find a pair?” & dramatic acting “to find a pair or not to find” + you facepalming at him

“wiping the table that’s made of maple” “andre that table is not made of maple” ... “WIPING THE TABLE THAT’S MADE OF MAPLE”

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tessisawriter · 5 years

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Meant to Be in Love (Andre Burakovsky)

Request (anonymous): Andre B...92 and 100? Thanks!!

A/N: This is set during the 2017-18 season because the trade dynamics would’ve messed with the premise of the story. This is for all of the romantics out there—don’t ever give up on love ❤️❤️

Warnings: Two swear words, insecurity, mention of divorce

Word Count: 1.1k

“Oh my God, that was fucking hilarious!” Andre managed to choke out through a fit of laughter, and you felt the vibrations because he had his arm around your shoulder. He turned his head to you and said, “This movie has to go down as one of the best we’ve ever watched, don’t you think, Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you said without any real conviction in your voice.

You were having your weekly movie marathon with Andre in his apartment like you always did, so you should’ve been happy, but you weren’t.

Andre had been your best friend since you moved to Washington, D.C. for college in 2015. On the day you met him, you were close to finishing your first semester at GW. You were in a rush to get to your 10AM Anthropology lecture, but you had stopped at Starbucks to get some much-needed caffeine first. You weren’t watching where you were going when you ran out the door, so you didn’t notice the Swede entering the coffee shop at the same time as you were leaving. You crashed into him and spilled coffee all over his white t-shirt. You apologized profusely, but he was very nice about it and introduced himself. Before you knew it, you agreed to bail on class to have coffee with Andre Burakovsky.

Spilling coffee all over Andre’s shirt turned out to be one of the best things you had ever done. To everyone else in D.C., Andre was a breakout forward on the Washington Capitals, but having grown up in Connecticut, you didn’t know much about hockey, so you treated him like a normal person. You had friends at GW, but you hadn’t found a group of like-minded people who you wanted to be friends with for life. Both of you needed a best friend, and by the time you finished your coffee (Andre had insisted on paying over your objections), a lasting friendship had been born.

Before long, Andre introduced you to his teammates, and when you returned to GW for the spring semester, you sought out and joined a small newspaper on campus that allowed their writers to have creative freedom. You found real friends both at the newspaper and within Andre’s circle of friends and teammates.

The past two years were a dream, and you had never been happier in your entire life. So why were you not content with your friendship with Andre?

You knew the answer but tried as hard as you could to ignore it. You wanted Andre to be more than just your best friend.

You had first started developing feelings for Andre about six months ago when you were at a party Andre was throwing in his apartment. Both your friends and his teammates were there, and they were all remarking on how you and Andre were yin and yang. Andre had blushed furiously, while you came to the realization that Andre could be more than a friend. You really did complement each other perfectly. You had a fiery personality and refused to let him blame himself when the Caps lost games or he was in the middle of a scoring dry spell. Andre, meanwhile, both had a calming presence about him and made you laugh more than anyone else you knew.

After the party, you noticed Andre sought out physical contact with you more often, whether it was holding your hand or putting his arm around you. You found that whenever you and Andre were with friends at the club or in one of your apartments, it was like Andre was the only person in the room. You wanted nothing more than to be his girlfriend. You fantasized about going up to him at the club one night, taking his hand in yours, and leaving together. All of the signs pointed to you and Andre being on the same page, so why didn’t you make a move?

The truth was, you were too scared. Your parents had gone through an acrimonious divorce when you were young, immediately putting you on guard. After a bad relationship in high school, you were convinced that love wasn't meant for you. Andre was the first person you had feelings for in at least three years, and having believed that you weren’t capable of finding love for so long, your newfound feelings scared the shit out of you. It didn’t help that Andre was one of the most sought-after single guys in the NHL, and you knew that if you started a relationship with him and it went badly (or even if it went well), you would get a lot of hate.

It wasn’t like Andre made any real efforts to be in a relationship with you, either. Other than the increased physical affection, he seemed to be waiting for you to make a move.

So that’s how you ended up in a stalemate, sitting on Andre’s couch while watching a movie, pretending as if nothing had changed when in fact, everything had changed.

“Y/N?” Andre waved his hand in front of your face. “Are you all right? You’ve been spacing out for five minutes now.”

You blushed, embarrassed that he caught you daydreaming. “Sorry, I was just thinking about a sociology project due next week,” you lied.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Andre flashed an easygoing smile in your direction, “I just wanted to tell you a story.”

“What’s it about?” you asked.

“So last night, I had a really vivid dream.”

“And…” you prodded him.

“And in the dream, you and I were dating.”

That was about the last thing you expected to come out of his mouth. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

An awkward silence settled over the room, but Andre spoke again before it became unbreakable. “You know, I think I know why I had the dream. It was a sign that I have to tell you the truth.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Which is?”

Andre took a deep breath. “I like you, Y/N, and not just as a friend.”

You could’ve sworn time stopped in that moment. “Really?”

“Yeah, I think we would make a pretty good couple. I mean, only if you think that, too—”

“I do,” you interjected. “I mean, I feel that way about you too, Andre.”

Now it was his turn to look surprised. “So you like me? You really like me?”

You giggled. “Yes, Andre, I really, really like you.”

Andre’s smile somehow got even wider. “I want to take you out tomorrow night. What does your schedule look like?”

“Hmm…” You pretended to think it over. “For you, it’s wide open.”

Andre laughed at that, and you joined in. Before you knew what was happening, Andre leaned forward, closed the distance between you, and connected your lips together in a passionate but gentle kiss.

You could see it now: you and Andre were meant to be in love after all.

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