#andre Burakovsky x reader

[laurenairay]

Can I request "Please, tell me what I did wrong.” for Andre Burakovsky?

3 – “Please, tell me what I did wrong.” - Andre Burakovsky

786 words.

This one got a little angsty (with a drunk Andre) so I hope you like it!

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There was something about trying to avoid Andre Burakovsky that was just about impossible in the summer. All your friends were his friends. Every lunch and dinner was attended by you both. Every party was a party he was at. Just like tonight, where you arrived with your girls and spotted him almost immediately.

It was only down to the grips your friends had on your arms that you didn’t turn on your heel and leave.

All of it was becoming a bit too much, if you were being honest. You just wanted a bit of peace, not a reminder of last summer’s flirtation that fizzled out before it could even start. It wasn’t fair, but you knew you only had to suck it up for a couple more months before he left again. You could handle this.

You could totally handle this.

What you couldn’t handle, apparently, was trying to keep up with your friends drinking. It only took you a few hours to need a break from the shots and the drinking games, and you didn’t waste any time stumbling outside, letting the cool summer evening breeze hit your overheated body. As you closed your eyes, savouring the cooler air, you grimaced at the sound of someone throwing up, and turned around to see someone bent over a bush, vomiting and heaving.

Well at least you weren’t a bad as that poor soul.

But just as your luck would have it, the pitiful drunk stood up, and your saw Andre’s miserable face as he swayed where he stood. Fuck, he was really out of it. And there was no-one else outside – there was no way you could leave him on his own.

Damn it.

“Hey, Andre, try to sit down yeah?”

He whirled around at the sound of your voice, immediately losing his balance. You didn’t it to his side in time before he fell on his ass, groaning to himself, but you were able to help him sit upright, propping his head up against a tree. He took the tissue you offered him from your handbag with a grimace and a nod, wiping his mouth before spitting into it, shoving it into his pocket after. That would have to do.

“Feeling better?” you asked awkweardly.

“Not much,” he mused.

The slurring in his voice was so heavy that it scared you, so you sat down on the ground too, facing him with your legs tucked to your side.

“I didn’t think you’d talk to me again,” he said quietly.

Ouch.

“I couldn’t leave you alone like this,” you said, wincing at your own words.

His weak smile fell completely. “Please, tell me what I did wrong.”

If he wasn’t so drunk right now, you’d think he was being facetious. But this was Andre, the boy you’d always known to wear his heart on his sleeve. He deserved honesty, if nothing else.

“Last summer…I thought we were building something. But I was never interested in something casual, and you made it clear you were only looking for a bit of fun,” you said simply.

“I didn’t think I could get anything else!”

You were ready to be indignant, but the misery on his face threw you for a loop. “What?”

“It’s the only thing anyone ever wants from me,” he mumbled.

Oh Andre. That was really how he saw himself? Was that really how people saw him? Had he really just given in to what people expected from him, rather than what he really wanted?

“That’s shitty, I’m sorry,” you said, smiling sadly at him.

“Not your fault. It is what it is,” he sighed, tilting his head back and closing his eyes briefly.

“Hey no,” you said, resting a hand on his shoulder, squeezing until his eyes opened, “You shouldn’t be resigned to that, you’re amazing.”

“You think I’m amazing?”

Oh boy.

“I think this is a conversation for when you’re sober,” you said gently.

The last thing you wanted was to spill your feelings and for him not to remember a thing.

“Might be a while before that happens,” he said, huffing out a laugh.

He looked over at you, eyes bleary but not wandering, head tilted but not lolling, and it made up your mind.

“Why don’t we grab some bottles of water, and go for a walk? See if anywhere is serving food?” you suggested.

It was unlikely at this time of night, but it couldn’t hurt Andre to walk around getting fresh air, or to drink some water. It definitely couldn’t hurt you at least.

“You’re coming with me?” Andre asked, surprised but hopeful all the same.

“If you want,” you offered, hesitant.

“I want,” he said, smiling softly.

[eightfourone]

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...

[ilyasorokinn]

“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.

[laurenairay]

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.

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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.

[irelanddesires]

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. 

[going-full-shmoo]

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

[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

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.

[i-like-yoongi-a-latte]

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”

[tessisawriter]

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.

[ohpuckit]

𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ✦ 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲

Andre has always joked that he would get your name tattooed on him. This freaked you out. What if y’all break up? Then what will he do? You know that your relationship is going really well. You guys have been together for 4 years. Every time he brought up the tattoo, you always got the “what if” questions in your head. 

It was after the Capitals won the Stanley Cup and Andre was out celebrating with his teammates. You decided to stay home because you wanted to have a rest day. Andre told you that he was going to get a tattoo dedicated to his family and the Stanley Cup, but what he didn’t tell you was about his secret tattoo on his chest. 

You heard the door open which meant that he was home. You were in the kitchen finishing the spaghetti you made for dinner when Andre’s arms wrapped around your waist. You could smell the alcohol on him, but you didn’t care. You turned around and hugged him back. Andre kissed your forehead, your nose and then made he way down to your lips. You kissed him back with a smile. When you pulled back from each other, you remembered about his tattoo. 

“Let me see your tattoo babe.”

He unwrapped his arm from your waist to show you his new ink. You admired the new tattoo with a smile. 

“Hmm… the font could be better. It looks really good. Welcome to the tattoo club, baby. Did it hurt?”

Andre shook his head and said, “Not really. Only when they went over it the second time. You should have seen Jakub though. He was close to tears.”

You started laughing because you could picture Jakub on the bench whining about how much it hurts. 

“I got another tattoo besides this one…” Andre seemed a little hesitant because he wasn’t sure of your reaction. 

“Oh yeah? What is it?”

Andre began to take off his shirt to show you. On his chest was your name written in your handwriting from a letter you wrote Andre congratulating him on winning the Stanley Cup. You were there for the game and the celebrations, but you wanted to write him a letter that he could keep whenever. After you gave him the letter, he kept it folded in his wallet reminding him how much you love him and how lucky he is to have you in his life. 

“I had them trace your handwritten name. I put it above my heart because I love you and will always love you. I know how you don’t want your name tattooed on me because it’s permanent, but you will always be permanent in my life. I can’t imagine you not in my life. I know in the future that we’ll be married and have kids running around the house. Maybe I’ll even get their names tattooed on me. I love you (Y/N). You mean a lot to me.”

Tearing up at his words, you were speechless. Andre was worried about you reaction because you haven’t said anything after he explained himself. Shaking your head, you went on your tippy toes to give him a soft kiss. 

“I love it. I love you. I want to marry and have a family with you, too. Please don’t propose to me now though. We’re still not done celebrating you.”

Andre laughed before kissing your cheek. You made two plates of spaghetti and headed to the dinner table. The only noise was a song playing in the background and you guys eating. You laughed softly and shook your head. 

“I still can’t believe you got my name tattooed by your heart.”

[irelanddesires]

Okay so I uh tried my hand at this because I needed it... https://irelanddesires.tumblr.com/post/669703866725597184/g%C3%B6r-ont

Absolutely a sucker for the “ARE YOU HURT” once over. The wandering hands, frantically checking for blood or pain just SOMETHING. ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED of what they might find while searching. The panicked look on the face of the person doing the checking, the glossy, confused “I’m fine” from the person being checked. HOO BOY just inject that shit right into my veins

[ilyasorokinn]

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.

[laurenairay]

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.

[irelanddesires]

Ny Början- Chapter 3

Pairing:  André Burakovsky x reader

Warnings: Fluff, eventual smut, hockey violence, domestic violence (in the beginning), language!,  idk probs more.

Summary:  With the help of a group of unsuspecting heroes you are saved from a toxic relationship. One of your saviors goes above and beyond anything you could ask for. A friendship is forged and after awhile feelings happen. Could this be your happy ending?

A/N: Thanks for the feedback on the other parts! I feel like this is a hot mess but I hope it’s at least getting better? Let me know what you think! Also this is like the most I’ve written in years so I hope it’s okay! 

After breakfast you both settled in the living room. André settled on the couch, papers spread all around him as he reviewed plays. You settled into a chair closest to the wall made of windows. The view of Denver was amazing at this view, not only could you see the buildings that made up the downtown area but you could see the mountains that stretch out behind the city. At this time of day the sunlight came through the windows perfectly, warming where you were sitting.

 André’s living room was just as beautiful as the view. It was modern but welcoming. He had two couches that surrounded an all glass and metal coffee table with a tv directly in front of them. The tv sat on one of the most beautiful fireplaces, it was made of different types of river rocks with a ledge made of solid wood to hold the tv. There were a few personal touches like photos scattered about the room but the feeling was homey. 

Glancing back out the window you focused on watching the traffic and people below. You knew you would have to go back to your old apartment soon to gather what belongings you could, you couldn’t keep living out of André’s clothes even if they were comfortable. You were due back at work tomorrow so today would be the best day to go. Anxiousness washed over you as you thought about it. After what happened last night you didn’t want to face Matt today or any other day. I can’t believe I actually dated that asshole, you thought. Today was Sunday so you knew more than likely Matt would be at your apartment. Sighing you gathered yourself and stood to make your way toward your bedroom, you needed to gather your keys and purse before making the trek across town. André sat his paper down and looked at you, 

“What’s wrong?” he asked. 

“I need to go back to my apartment to get my things. I work tomorrow so today is my only day this week to get my stuff.” Nerves tangled in your stomach as you admitted you had to go back. Understanding flashed in André’s eyes. 

“I will go with you.” you began to protest but the look he gave you silenced that argument. “Look, you shouldn’t go there alone. I will go and help. Plus I have a car so we can get it in one trip.”

He was right and you knew it. Having another person with you would probably be the best since you didn’t know how Matt would react. He probably assumed you would come crawling back to him today, just like you’ve always done after everything he would say. At least with another person with you, you wouldn’t cave to the begging and pleading he was going to do. You gave André a short nod and soft “okay” before turning and making your way back to your room. 

Gathering your keys, shoes, and phone you made your way back into the living room. André had gathered his keys and was pulling a hoodie over his head. He smiled at you before reaching back into the closet and pulling out another hoodie. 

“Here” he said as he handed you the hoodie. “It’s cold out even though it looks warm” 

Nodding you pulled the hoodie over your head settling into the warmth it provided. The scent of André filled your senses, it was deep and woodsy like a rainy day. The scent calms the nerves that were causing your stomach to roll like you were on a boat adrift at sea. 

You and André left the apartment and made your way to the elevator. André ushered you inside before pressing the P button for the parking garage. The numbers ticking down on the panel above the buttons held your attention as anxiety about the situation swam in your veins. A warm hand was placed on your back, turning as you looked at André. 

“It will be okay,” he said while gently smiling at you. You knew he was just trying to be helpful but nothing was calming your nerves at this point. 

You both made your way out of the elevator. André’s hand never left your back as he ushered you toward his car before opening your door and closing it once you had settled. The engine purred under you as he made his way onto the street. The car was silent besides the moments when you gave André directions to your apartment. Your mind drifted as the miles between you and what used to be your home lessened. 

Would Matt be there? Would he even care that you are leaving? Would he beg you to stay? 

Were you making the right choice? Ah of course you were. You knew you couldn’t stay with him. You didn’t want to. 

Was staying with Andre the right choice? Why would he want some random girl in his home? Was he really this nice or was there an ulterior motive behind his decision? 

Before you knew it André was parking his car in front of your building. You used to love how tall the old brick building is, now it feels intimidating. Taking in a shaky breath you tried to steady yourself before reaching for the door handle. A warm hand encased yours and you looked over to see André staring at you. 

“This will be okay. I will be here with you the whole time. I promise.” his words calmed the shaking in your hands long enough for you to take a steadier breath and climb out of the car. 

Making your way inside the old building you went directly to the elevator. The panic in your system wanting to get this over with, like pulling a band aid off. You pushed the button for the 5th food, the doors closed and the elevator began to climb. You made your way off the elevator before turning right and heading toward your door. Stopping in front of your door you quickly gathered the courage you hoped would help you through this before putting your key into the lock. The lock popped out of place before you grabbed the door handle and turned it, easing into your apartment like you were expecting something to jump out at you at any moment. The apartment was quiet which gave you hope that Matt was gone. 

“I just want to get my clothes and items from the bedroom first. There’s not much around the house that isn’t replaceable besides a few photos.” You said to André. 

“Take all the time you need” 

You nodded before making your way down the hallway and into your bedroom. You weren't prepared for the sight in front of you. Matt was there in bed but he wasn’t alone. Blonde hair spilled across the pillow next to him, your pillow. Anger rush through your body, the anxiety and nervousness from earlier long forgotten. At this point you had come to grips with the fact that Matt was a genuine asshole but to sleep with someone else not even a day after you left? 

You marched across the room not giving two shits if the pair woke up. You threw open the closet door letting it bang on the wall before grabbing your suitcase that was at the very back before placing it on the ground and cramming as much as you could inside. Rustling came from the direction of the bed but you didn’t care enough to look. Returning to the closet you grabbed your duffle bag and sunk to your knees, gathering the shoes you wanted to take. A familiar voice made you stop. 

“What are you doing?” Matt asked like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. You swung around, your eyes blazing into his. You caught a glimpse of the blonde sneaking out of the bedroom door over his shoulder which only fueled your anger. How dumb were you to stay with him for so long?

“Leaving.” you ground out. 

A hand shot out grabbing onto your arm before pulling you to your feet. Matt’s face was inches from yours and you could feel his breath on your face with his next words. 

“No you’re not. You're staying right here.” 

“Fuck you!” you angrily yelled. 

A look crossed his face that sent shivers down your spine. It was like he was a totally different person than you ever remember. His grip on your arm tightens as you try to pull away. 

“You will never. leave. me.” his chest heaving with anger after each word. 

Before you could yell for André, he came through the bedroom door. Your eyes made contact as he took in the scene before him. 

“Hey! Get your fucking hands off her!” He yelled. 

Surprise flashed across Matt’s face before he turned to look at André, his grip on you loosening as he focused on his next target. 

“Well, well, you don’t look so tough without your group around you.” Matt smirked. 

“Wanna find out?” André questioned a look of pure rage on his face. 

With Matt being distracted you were finally able to pull your arm out of his grasp. With your moment of freedom you took the chance to grab your packed suitcase and put distance between you and Matt. You darted across the room towards André, his arm shot out to settle you behind him. His warmth comforting with the hostility hanging heavy in the air. Matt’s eyes landed on André’s hand holding onto you and any semblance of composure was lost. 

“What did you do? Huh? You fuck this guy?” spit flung from his mouth as he yelled at you. “You did, didn't you? You left me at the bar last night just to go fuck this guy! Now you come in here all high and mighty talking about leaving! You’re just a whore! Wait until he finds out how utterly useless you are! You can’t do anything right. You can’t even be a good girlfriend right, why do you think I have to look elsewhere for company!” a smirk crossing his lips after his speech. 

André’s hand rubbed your arm attempting to calm some of the sting from Matt’s words. In a way he was right. Recently between all your work and school other things have fallen to the sidelines, including being intimate with him. Honestly, after Mark started lashing out and becoming aggressive you couldn’t find the will to want to be close to him. More often than not you would sleep on the couch or if you did sleep in bed you would fake being asleep to get him to leave you alone. Over time this became routine and he eventually stopped trying all together. This never really upset you much but hearing him tell André this stung in a way you hadn’t considered. Has this failed relationship been your fault? Maybe if you tried harder he wouldn’t have changed the way he did? 

Looking up at André you knew he wanted to say something. Matt was clearly not wanting to be talked out of his anger and anything André was going to say was only going to be fuel for Matt’s fire. You tugged on his arm to get his attention before shaking your head “no”, hoping he would understand that it would be best if you both left. André spun to look back at Matt, anger clear on his face. 

“She is and will always be better than you.” turning to look back at you, “Come on let's go.” 

André turned you and ushered you out of the bedroom  before Matt could say anything else. You made it back to the living room and André grabbed the suitcase from your hand without missing a step. Matt was hot on both your heels screaming and ranting about everything you’ve ever done wrong. André stood behind you the whole time, like he was using his body to shield you from the venom spewing from Matt’s mouth. Reaching the front door you grabbed the handle and twisted the knob before forcefully opening it. You both made it to the elevator, André pressed the down button while you were looking between André and the hallway you both just came from. A prayer slipping out as you hoped Matt would just stay in the apartment and not chase after the two of you. 

As the elevator reached your floor it dinged before the doors opened. The descent to the ground floor seemed to take an eternity. Awkwardness filled your body as you and André shared the elevator space. This guy probably thinks you're crazy and too much trouble. You’ve known him for 24 hours and he’s already had to deal with you and Matt. 

Your brain hummed with thoughts as the elevator came to a halt on the ground floor. Opening the front door you inhaled the fresh air. You never realized how dense the air was in that building until now. André opened the passenger door for you before closing it and putting your suitcase in the truck. You didn’t have the chance to  grab some of the things you wanted to. Your shoes, photos,  and keepsakes had all been left behind. Sadness filled you as you realized you would never see those items again. Leaning your head against the window you closed your eyes as a wave of exhaustion washed over you. The last day had been emotionally and physically taxing, this moment felt like the first time you had realized how much your life had changed. You went from having your apartment to living with a random guy you didn’t know. 

Thoughts of what if and what will happen filled your brain as you drifted to sleep. 

[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

oblivious as they come

summary: you and Andre aren't dating... right?

warnings: a swear? a singular mention of hooking up?

word count: 1.6k

note from the writer: this is a short little fluff piece I wrote on impulse. sorry?

When your best friend got traded to the Colorado Avalanche, all it took was him asking if you’d come with him for you to pack up your stuff and move in with him. No one was shocked that you went with him, a few even said they would be surprised if you didn’t go with him.

And now, you were in Denver, luckily enough to be with Andre as he’s having a career season with a team that treats him right. You loved the guys in Washington, but Denver was so much better for him. You loved living in a new place, it was fun and exciting and felt so much like home so quickly you were a bit shocked. But you were with Andre, and he had always been your person, and even though he was away a lot he always came back to the apartment you shared with a smile that never failed to warm your heart.

Your relationship with Andre had always been a bit more handsy and affectionate than your other friendships. He kissed you hello, and goodbye, and sometimes just because he felt like it—and you readily complied. His hands were always on your waist whenever you went out with him and the guys, an act that made you feel safe and protected. You were always his plus one to team events and you had taken him to your cousin’s wedding during the offseason. He had flown you out to Sweden for two weeks, you went easily.

But you were just friends. Close friends, handsy friends, but just friends.

And it was fine—until Cale got a girlfriend.

Now, you loved Cale, and you were certain that she was a lovely girl, but when Mel had been leading her around the Better Halves box—you argued that best friends can be someone’s better half—you were a little caught off guard by your introduction.

“This is Andre’s girlfriend, you should see how cute they are together.” Mel gushed, and you snapped your head to her, your focus previously been on the boys zooming around down on the ice for warmups.

“We aren’t dating?” You explained, puzzled on how Mel had known you for so long and didn’t realize your relationship with Andre was nothing more than platonic. Your confusion was mirrored on Mel’s face as she looked back at you, seemingly caught off guard by your exclamation.

“What do you mean, you aren’t dating?” She asked, Cale’s poor girlfriend looking between the two of you to try and piece together what was happening.

“Why do you think we are?” You didn’t really know how to answer her question, because you couldn’t say it any clearer—you and Andre were just friends. It wasn’t as if you had a thing against labels, there was just nothing to label between you and him.

“Uh, how about the fact that you guys live together?” And, okay, she had a point there. Technically, your apartment had two bedrooms, but you and Andre quickly decided upon moving in that you would share a room. It wasn’t something that you explicitly discussed, you just ended up sleeping in his bed more than yours and suddenly the second room was empty and set up for guests. “That’s what I thought.”

You didn’t respond, simply rolled your eyes and pursed your lips. She couldn’t be right, there was no way you and Andre were dating without even knowing. Or maybe Andre knew, and just wasn’t telling you, for some reason.

She walked off after finishing introductions, leading Cale’s girlfriend away and you smiled politely at her, your mind a bit preoccupied. Once the game started, you were thankfully able to focus on something other than the bombshell Mel had dropped on you. Though, the Burakovsky jersey you were wearing felt a bit too heavy on your shoulders.

You were deep in conversation with a few of the girls after the game ended, hanging out around the locker rooms for the boys to come out, when Andre made his appearance. You had your back to the door, so you didn’t see him approach until his arms were around your waist and he was hugging you from behind. He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, pressing quick kisses from your pulse point to the corner of your lips. You knew he wanted you to turn your head so he could connect your lips, and you almost felt yourself give in. But Mel’s words flashed in your mind—you weren’t dating Andre and people who aren’t dating don’t kiss.

It felt weird, and the action definitely didn’t go unnoticed, but you kept your head straight and smiled at Joonas’ girlfriend as she talked about her work as if nothing was wrong. You did let yourself grab onto his forearms as they were wrapped around your torso.

“Ready to go?” You asked him, turning your head slightly to look up at Andre. He studied your face for a moment, brows furrowed a bit as he nodded. You squeezed his arms and he dropped them, allowing you to lead the way to where he had parked.

It was silent as you drove away from the arena,a tension on the air that hadn’t been present at any point in the entire time you’d known Andre. It was weird and bordered on uncomfortable, and you knew it was Mel’s fault. If she hadn’t brought your more-than-friendly friendship with the Swede, you wouldn’t have been so caught up in your head about where you stood.

You were so distracted that you didn’t even notice Andre reaching across the center console to grab your hand, jumping slightly at his touch. He shot you a worried look before focusing back on the road, and you wondered just when it got so natural for you to thread your fingers through his and rest it in your lap. He relaxed a bit, and you couldn’t help the small smile that grew on your face as he rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand.

Even back at your apartment, you still were caught up in the implication of Mel’s words. You had barely said a word to Andre, only nodding every now and then as he talked about something the guys said or how the game went. It was so out of character for you, you usually were right there with him to talk about what went right and what went wrong in the game.

“Are you mad at me?” Andre asked, the question catching you off guard as you moved through your kitchen. It wasn’t that late, and neither of you had anything to do in the morning so you were going to watch a movie or two and you had been in charge of making the popcorn while Andre changed out of his suit.

“Uh, no?” You replied, leaning against the counter. He was standing across the kitchen from you, and you felt his gaze study your face. You could tell he knew something was up with you, but he hadn’t figured out what it quite was. He raised a brow in your direction as if to silently question you for sounding so unsure of yourself. “I promise, I’m not mad.”

This seemed to be an acceptable answer, because he nodded, crossing the kitchen to stand in front of you. With both hands, he cupped your face and pressed a kiss to your lips. You smiled, leaning into his touch slightly, but it was enough to have him convinced that you weren’t mad.

Things were back to normal until about halfway through the movie, you were tucked under Andre’s arm and curled into his side as you watched. It was one that had been recommended to you by Mel, and you were starting to wonder if she did that for a reason. It was focused around a couple, one that was perfect for each other and complemented the other wonderfully—but the catch was that they denied the fact that they belonged together.

It got you thinking that maybe Mel had a point when she said you were dating. There was definitely the physical aspect of a relationship: kissing, cuddling, and even hooking up. But he was also your best friend, the person you told everything to and the only person you ever wanted to go home to. The thought had you sitting up straight, Andre’s arm dropping from around you as you turned to face him with a shocked look on your face.

“Oh, my god. We’re dating, aren’t we?” You questioned, the movie easily long forgotten. His brows furrowed together, before a look of realization crossed his face. His expression morphed into a grin, and you felt your features mirror his.

“Fuck, I guess we are?” He chuckled, shaking his head a bit in disbelief.

“I mean, we don’t have to be if you don’t want to be.” You rushed, a sudden wave of insecurity washing over you. He scoffed, gently tugging you down into his side so you resumed your previous position curled into him.

“I took you to Sweden to meet my parents. We’re dating.” He punctuated his declaration with a kiss to your forehead, and you couldn’t help the broad grin that broke out across your face. Now that things were official between you and Andre, you felt as if a weight you hadn’t known was there had been lifted off your shoulders.

The rest of the night was spent with stolen kisses and comments of disbelief that you had gone so long without realizing you were together. Before you went to bed that night, though, you made sure to send a text to Mel to update her on your relationship with Andre. 

Okay, so maybe we are dating.

The message was short, and you woke up the next morning to at least three texts that all said generally the same thing—‘I told you so.’

[andremarcusburky]

Thumbs up - A.B

A/N: so here’s to the caps going to finals and burky scoring two goals. 

Plot: Just some sweet fluff with a media intern and burky wanting a date

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Everything ran smoothly, surprisingly enough. You’d been so nervous when you first came to the capital one arena, the first day of your internship. But everyone had been so sweet, they guided you through everything and the first week flew by.

Of course you watched hockey, that’s why you’d wanted the internship so bad. But you weren’t ever starstruck or anything when you met the players. Perhaps Ovi and Backy, just a little bit. You got to join in when they did some simple interviews for a youtube special, asking the players questions about things like favorite movies and what made them cry. Most of them didn’t even realize you were in the room, but Ovi immediately went up to you to say hi.

One player in particular caught your eye. He wasn’t new to you or anything, and it wasn’t a surprise that he was cute. But watching him on TV in a game isnt the same as seeing him in person. He was tall with the most gorgeous smile. Even though he looked attractive when he’s all sweaty in games, it can’t compare to what he’s like off the ice, in person. Burakovsky was a treat.

He didnt notice you at first, but halfway through the interview you caught his eye and he smiled sweetly. Once they were done he shook your hand and introduced himself, a crooked smile playing on his lips. Andre’s grip was somewhat smooth, but still hard. It was clear he could probably crush your hand if he wanted to, but soft because he wouldn’t.

The next week went by even faster. More players noticed your presence and introduced themselves, everytime you walked by one of them they’d always greet you. Ovi and Kuzy once sat down at your table for lunch, that was probably the best day you’d had yet. You may have also learned a few nasty words in Russian.

Andre didn’t often greet you, yet you always caught his eye. He’d smile at you, everytime. Once when you walked pass Ovi and him, Ovi had stopped you and asked if you’d met yet. You’d both said ‘yes’ and Andre had given you that crooked smile again, teeth showing. Then Nicklas walked by and that’s when Ovi decided to take it further.

“Nicky! Nicky! Don’t you think she be great for andre!” and god Andre blushed so hard. Nicklas laughed and told Ovi to ‘leave the kids alone’, but Ovi had simply winked at you. “Eh? what do you think?”

Not knowing what to do, you laughed and exchanged yet another smile with a very red-faced Burakovsky before walking off to do your job.

Another week and it was time for your first real task. It was time for another video with the players and you were going to ask all the questions, one being the ‘celebrity crush’ one. Most people had no answer, or the same answer. Only one player said Beyonce, much to your surprise (and disappointment).

Then came Andre. He greeted you and sat down, looking calm and relaxed as ever. Meanwhile, your heartbeat was going through the roof. God he looked good.

“So who’s your celebrity crush, Andre?” at first he looked taken back by the question, before a smile spread on his lips. “Do you have a look-a-like celebrity?” he asked you.

Not really knowing where he was going with this, you took a few seconds to think before answering. “No.. I dont think so, why?”

“Well if you find a celebrity that looks like you then that’s my celebrity crush” he said, proudly may I add. A few whistles were heard in the room along with surprised laughs. Andre looked you dead in the eye with a big smile, while you must’ve looked like a tomato. Breaking eye-contact, you looked down at your papers while trying to gather yourself. You laughed lowly and glanced up at the still brightly smiling Burakovsky before speaking.

“Okay, then. I’ll take that as an answer” you, too, were smiling now. Trying to keep it professional, you kept asking your questions. Andre smiled at you the whole time, but gave proper answers. Once done, you said ‘thanks’ and he shook your hand. “My pleasure”

Now, every time you walked by each other he’d say ‘hi’ and you’d do everything you possibly could in order not to blush, each time you’d fail.

The next time you talked was in the break room. You tried to work the vending machine as it wouldn’t give you your bar. Then once you finally got it working, the fucking bar got stuck.

“Need help with that?” the voice startled you. Behind you was a very tall, very handsome Burakovsky. “Uh, yeah. I guess?” you answered.

He grabbed the machine shook it harshly, it only took one try and the bar fell down. A slight giggle left your lips at the lack of struggle he had. Andre smiled at you and gave you your bar. “You know those taste awful, right?”

You let out an exaggerated gasp at his remark. “They do not. These are what makes life worth living”

Andre laughed and turned back to the machine to use himself. “I wouldn’t eat one of those if my life depended on it” he said. He picked a different bar and payed. “I’m not sure if I can be friends with someone who despises my favorite bars that much” you joked.

Andre smiled widely as he took his bar from the machine. He turned back to you with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Good thing i have no intention of being your friend, then” he winked at you and walked away. You were left standing there, trying to decipher what he just said.

The day after you ran into Carlson who immediately stopped you to talk. You were a bit confused by it, he’s always greeted you but you’ve never really held a conversation before. But it didnt take long before you realized the conversation wasn’t just going to be simple small-talk. “So, quick question. What’s your view on burky?” you couldn’t help but smile widely at the unexpected topic and John smirked widely at you. “He’s a real good guy, seriously. I mean he’d get you flowers and everything, I know he would”

“Okay, John. Note taken. Have a good day” you said and walked away. “You, too!” he yelled after you.

The next day you got to join in as the team had practice. Some of the players were mic’d up so you’d catch every interesting conversation that might be fun for the fans. There were headphones to wear so you’d hear the conversations, which were occupied by your supervisor.

Andre was one of the players who were mic’d up. He didnt notice you as you walked into the rink, but once you’d sat down by your crew you’d caught his eye immediately. He smiled to himself and tried to play it cool, but his teammates started teasing the boy. “Hey, Y/N!” you heard Kuzy shout. He gave you a big wave and a few other players joined in, welcoming you.

Andre only smiled at the ice and went to take a few shots, most of them went in. A few minutes later you saw him grab his jersey to bring the mic closer to his mouth. He said something and glanced towards you as your supervisor tapped you on the shoulder. “Y/N, can you take over? I have to go to the restroom”

You nodded slowly and put the headphones on. Andre went to take a few more shots before skating up to the bench. He leaned against the boards, watching you. “You look really pretty today, you know” you heard through your headphones. A blush quickly spread over your cheeks as you realized what he was doing. “I meant what I said. I don’t want to be your friend”

You were sitting on the other side of the ice, making the distance between you far enough for it all to look incredibly innocent. No one else realized he was talking to you.

“I wanna take you out. Like, on a date.” his offer startled you. Sure, he was cute and all, and he had shown interest. But you didn’t think some nhl millionaire was going to ask you out.

“And I mean I proper date, I’m serious about this. We can get dinner, maybe catch a movie if you want? You can pick whatever movie you like” he said, still keeping his eyes on you. You were pretty sure some of his teammates were catching up to his act by now. He grabbed the mic and held it to his mouth, eyes trained on you. Meanwhile, you sat at the other side of the rink with headphones. It wasn’t that hard to figure out.

“I'll be real nice, I promise” his voice was really soft now, he almost sounded nervous.

“Say yes, Y/N!” John shouted. You could see Andre smiling into his mic, the rest of the team now turning to watch you. “Thumbs up if you say yes” Andre said.

You laughed slightly at his stupid behavior before sighing and putting your hand up, signaling a thumbs up. Next thing you knew, you heard a loud groan in your headphones as Andre was tackled by several of his teammates.

Practice ended shortly and you returned the headphones to your supervisor. She smiled knowingly and walked away. When you turned around you were met by a very broad chest, almost making you jump in surprise. “Hey”

“Hey” you answered, smiling brightly. Andre was leaning onto his hockey stick. He was sweaty with his face flushed, but he looked as pretty as ever. “So, is tonight good? I can pick you up at 6?” he grinned widely.