#a.burakovsky

[bobyram]

things i didn’t need to know but am delighted about anyway: andre being bad at monopoly

[puckmeupfam]

Emotion | Andre Burakovsky

Word Count: 3064 Note: I’m a sucker for soulmate AUs and this has been in my head for awhile. Excuse any spelling/grammar errors because I barely edited it. Sorry I couldn’t find a way to include Burky getting into a random car thinking it was his Uber or Backy calling him his “baby boy.” 

Growing up, no matter how confusing everything else seemed to be, you knew one thing for certain: everyone had a soulmate. You could purposefully communicate with your soulmate no matter how far away they were and any especially strong emotions were shared whether you wanted them to be or not. There were some rules that had always seemed rather nitpicky to you. You couldn’t communicate where in the world you were, or your full name, or anything too identifiable. But other than that, the whole thing always seemed amazing to you - there was someone out there who you would know better than you knew yourself, someone meant for you. 

There was one major problem in your personal circumstance. Your soulmate was much, much further away than you would like. As early as pre-school you remembered getting feelings of your soulmate’s emotions before dawn. Excitedness at breakfast. Boredom while you brushing your teeth in the morning. Sometimes you would even be woken up as early as three in the morning with exuberance and for hours you would be too jittery to get back to sleep. 

Around the time you started school ou had begun receiving messages from him. You were forced to the conclusion at just six-years-old that your soulmate was a complete idiot. The messages he was sending you were in utter gibberish. Your first real encounter with your soulmate consisted of him waking you up early with his words that made no sense. It was annoying and you had to go to school tired. In the car, there was more and you sighed. But by the time of your spelling test, you had had enough. You were trying to focus and there was a voice in your head interrupting your thoughts. No one had ever officially taught you how to send communications but you couldn’t sit back and let him bother you any longer. You closed your eyes tightly and focused as hard as you could. 

“Could you please shut up!” Yes, you had been taught not to say things like that to anyone let alone your soulmate but drastic times called for drastic measures. Luckily for you, your soulmate finally stopped talking. You did feel a wave of… something, but while it was odd and made you feel slightly shaken it was now time for recess, and all of your soulmate problems were soon forgotten as you ran for the swingset.

Later, as you grew up and learned how to articulate the millions of emotions that encapsulated your life, you would be able to classify that feeling better. Apprehension.

The next day was a Saturday and the weather was nice enough that you got to color outside. You sat criss-cross applesauce on the grass even though it made you a bit itchy. As you were deciding which shade of pink to use you felt a tumbling in your belly that you usually associated with the first day of school or singing a song at camp all by yourself. Nerves.

That’s when it came through. The stuttered, “hi.” The word didn’t sound like you had ever heard it before. Not clear like your teacher or confident like the boy who sat across from you in class. But whether or not it sounded like he was eating saltwater taffy, this was an improvement to you. So you squared your shoulders and sent back a hi of your own. Unlike the first time, the feeling that washed over you felt good. This time it felt… cheery. The feeling egged you on so you sent another message.

“My name is (Y/N).”

His response came, still not clear but slightly less timid, “‘m Andre.”

—

Over the years your Andre had become more and more fluent in English. After you’d grown up a bit you had asked him enough roundabout questions and done enough research that you had determined that what he was speaking was not gibberish but rather Swedish. While the difference between the two wasn’t that big to eight-year-old-you, it was still an improvement. 

It was when each student in your class had to do a report on a country of their choice that you had to come to terms with the logistics. When the teacher announced the project you had been quick to raise your hand and request Sweden. But when you sat down to do the research you discovered the startling fact that you were about five thousand miles away from the country. For Andre, it was around dinner time when he must have felt your thunderstorm of emotions. Disappointment. Frustration. 

“What is wrong?”

You sighed and replied sadly, “you’re far away.” His response was slow and when it came back it was just a solemn, “very far.” For a minute you just sat and stared at the wall. Before Sweden had seemed like this fun, magical place where your soulmate would live until the day you were both ready for him to appear on your doorstep. It wasn’t until this random Monday that it occurred to you that it might not be that easy. That you were separated by oceans not streets. That you may very well never be able to find him.

That’s when his words came, “It is very far. But we are soulmates and I will come to you.” He sounded more certain in those big plans than he ever was before and you genuinely felt like if anyone could make something like that happen it would be Andre. 

You tried your best to transmit all of those feelings and hopes to him and thousands of miles away, on a completely different continent you knew he would sense it. Reassurance.

When you were in your teenage years it was a definite fact that Andre was your best friend. He had always been your soulmate and you’d always had a certain affection towards him with his goofy jokes and dumb ideas. But over time he had become your confidant and he had become yours. You’d become decently proficient at Swedish- enough that he could complain to you about his parents or his totally unfair and definitely rigged penalty. It had also become your party trick at school to teach everyone the Swedish swear words that you had learned from Andre. 

You knew that he played hockey and that it dominated his time and his thoughts. You’d felt waves of excitement, disappointment, and pure adrenaline throughout his games. But it was in 2013 that, together, the two of you came to terms with the fact that he was going to be drafted. While you were so proud that he was going to be living out his dream, another part of you was full of nervous excitement because not only would he be playing professionally… he would be playing professionally in North America. 

In the weeks leading up to the draft, there seemed to be a constant flurry of nervousness coming through your connection. You did your best to take deep breaths to send back as much calm energy as you could muster. There were times when you knew he was sitting awake. Trepidation. 

“It’s going to be fine, ‘Dre,” you would tell him, “you’ll go where you’re supposed to be.” 

“But what if no one takes me,” you would hear in his nervous whisper. 

“From everything you’ve told me about yourself you’re really good so unless you’ve been lying to your dear and beloved soulmate, someone will pick you,” you were trying to come off as cheeky, trying to make him smile even if you couldn’t see it for yourself. His anxiety was starting to diminish but your own mind was filling up with something else… something that you spurred you on to say more. To make him understand.

“Andre. At the end of the day, if all else fails, just know that I will always pick you.”

Both of you were swimming in emotions. There was a crushing weight of something in your chest that almost brought tears to your eyes. The feelings were all new and unfamiliar and it made you feel too overwhelmed to try and categorize. So you chose one of the simpler ones. Bliss.

The day of the draft you had practically glued yourself to the TV. You swore you could feel Andre’s nausea. As it was all gearing up you made sure to tell him how proud of him you were no matter what happened. You sat through most of the first round chewing your lip before the twenty-third pick came up and with absolutely no preamble you heard it.

“Washington takes Andre Burakovsky.”

The camera panned to the player and his family. Your jaw dropped as you practically drowned. Disbelief. Glee. Euphoria.

You knew but asked anyway, “is that you?” You swore you saw him laugh before he said “yeah.” The voice in your head was full of happiness and tears sprung your eyes as you laughed. Anyone watching would think you were deranged but there he was. Still not with you, though you chose not to dwell on that, but he was real. And you had to say it, “you’re so hot.” Through the screen, he shook his head jovially while the wide smile seemed unable to leave his face. As the Canucks took the stage for their pick you were still stunned. Andre was chattering to you happily but you couldn’t quite focus. “It’s you,” you were interrupting his rambles and he paused. While you had already established that the Andre on the TV screen was your Andre, he knew what you meant.

“It is me… and it’s always been you.”

—

During his time on the Otters you let him focus on hockey while simultaneously teetering on the edge of Something. He was on the verge of making it and you didn’t want to complicate that, but you were both acutely aware of each other. For as long as you could remember Andre was yours and him being in the NHL didn’t change that. Over time you’d gone from kids who could barely conceptualize that the voice in their head was a real person to teenagers who were friends and now you were adults who were a bit more. You were falling for your soulmate. 

On the night of his debut with the Caps, you were bubbling over with delight. You were sitting on the floor in front of the same TV that you watched him get drafted on. The camera followed him as he did his first lap on NHL ice and like the first time your mind went blank except for Andre. You were enraptured watching him during the anthem and when the game started your eyes didn’t follow the puck, instead they stayed trained on number sixty-five. 

Suddenly there was a turnover by the Canadiens and there was Andre with a one-timer and you actually screamed as you watched your soulmate score his first goal just six minutes and forty-three seconds into his NHL debut. As he jumped the boards you did your best to focus enough to send him a clear message. He was tackled by his team so you weren’t even sure if he got it until he emerged to high five everyone on the bench. That’s when you heard him. Short and tooth-rottenly sweet. 

“For you.”

Pride.

—

Not every day was as rejoiceful as that one. His upper-body injury during their 2018 Cup run hit him hard. He had missed time due to injuries over the last two seasons and he had been hoping to prove himself. Healing during the playoffs gave him far too much time to overthink. Every time he told you about a pass that missed or a shot that was saved you did your best to talk him down and convince him to focus on healing. The trouble came when he was finally back in the lineup but seemed to psych himself out of every scoring chance. You watched as he went back to the bench after barely five minutes of ice time. Anger. Desperation. Normally you avoided communicating with him during games but you could tell he needed more than even Nicke or Tom could give him. 

“Andre, don’t beat yourself up. Just focus on the team.”

“You’d pick me?”

“I will always pick you.”

Later that night, even though Andre hadn’t scored, the game was one to remember forever. Your jaw hung open as you listened to John Walton cheer, “The demons have been exorcised! Good morning! Good afternoon! And good night Pittsburgh! We’re going to Tampa Bay! The Capitals have done it!”

Shock. Thrill.

When Washington won the Cup final against Vegas you were overpowered by Andre’s triumph and ecstasy. You couldn’t even tell where his excitement ended and yours started. While he spent the rest of the summer drunk on happiness and an unbelievable amount of alcohol you found yourself oddly jealous. The two of you had never really discussed a plan for meeting. But now you were selfishly upset that he had gone through this momentous life event without you. That he had gone so much of his life without you by his side. You told yourself it was because you didn’t want to distract him. You told yourself it was because you had to make your education a priority. But Andre was out there. 

When the season started again with the team affected by their Cup hangover, you could feel Andre’s stress. And though you were wallowing in your own cowardice, you pushed it aside to support him and let him focus on hockey. You did your best to congratulate him on every goal and reassure him about every loss. Even though the team was doing well, even clinching their division title, it was a tough time for your soulmate. He only had twenty-five points through seventy-six games. While you were so proud of him and content with the progress he was making with his sports psychologist, you could feel how heavily it weighed on him. Everyone was telling him that he was supposed to be on the first line besides Ovi. Andre was invaluable on the rush but the constant pressure seemed to do nothing but push him further and further away.

It wasn’t until July that everything changed. You were calmly stirring honey into your tea when it hit you right in the chest. Dread. It felt like the air had been knocked out of your lungs. Something was clearly very, very wrong. Worry settled in your stomach and you took a moment to steady yourself before reaching out.

“Are you okay?” 

“I got traded.”

You felt vaguely hollow. Another major life event that you weren’t there for. And this time it wasn’t jealousy that you felt but sadness. He needed you and you weren’t with him. 

“I’m terrible. The Capitals dumped me because they knew I wasn’t good enough.”

“Andre, could you please shut up,” you said, quoting the first time you ever spoke to him, “you’re fucking amazing, I know it, and maybe now you’ll finally get the chance to show everyone else.”

His grief dispelled a bit and he replied, “I miss you.” Your eyes stung as you tried to contain your emotions so he didn’t feel the need to worry about you. 

“You can’t miss me, you don’t even know me.”

“I do know you, though.”

Heartache.

You composed yourself enough to ask him where and when his voice replied Colorado it felt like the decision was made for you. 

—

As soon as the Burakovsky number ninety-five jersey appeared for sale you bought it. When the dates for the pre-season came out you sprung to buy a ticket out to Denver. The travel website asked you when you would like your return flight to be and without even thinking you clicked one-way.

Your knee shook as you sat on the plane, waiting for takeoff. The cabin was tight and full of chatter but you were too busy imagining what it would be like when you finally met your soulmate to care. Eagerness.

“Everything good with you?” Andre asked. He could feel your nervous energy, but you wanted to keep the surprise. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just excited about your first game as an Avalanche,” it wasn’t untrue and you hoped he wouldn’t press for more. 

“When I score it’ll be for you,” he replied. It mirrored his first-ever goal and you laughed lightly, “I have a really, really good feeling.” Giddiness.

You dressed in his jersey and spent longer than usual on your hair wanting everything to be perfect. Standing outside of Pepsi Center hours before the game you took a deep steadying breath as you thought about how your life was about to change. Your soulmate was somewhere in that building and holy fuck this was really happening. 

“I’m here,” you told Andre after you had willed yourself inside. Despite your best efforts, your voice shook on the words. 

“What,” his shocked reply was immediate, “no… where?” You looked up and communicated all of the signs you could see, just hoping that he had learned enough of the building to know where you were. Within minutes you heard the sound of someone running. The door flung open and there was your Andre. Amazement. 

For a minute the two of you just stared at each other. He was dressed in a crisp game-day suit with his usual swoopy, messy hair and he looked so tall in person. You took one step towards him and that seemed to wake him up enough to hurriedly get over to you. Right before he actually reached you, with just a few inches distance between your bodies he stopped again. Looking up at his astonished brown eyes that were so clear even in the harsh fluorescent lighting you saw everything going through his head. It felt different than when you felt his emotions through your connection because there he was right in front of you.

“Hi,” you whispered. Andre smiled and if you weren’t absolutely gone for him before you definitely were then. “Hi,” he murmured back.

Joy.

You reached out and tangled your fingers with his. They were warm and calloused from years of hockey. Andre tightened his grip on your hand and squeezed your hand as if to check if it was really there.

“It’s you.”

“It’s me… and it’s always been you.”

Love.

[josthours]

not to toot my own horn but I called that Burky goal twenty minutes ago.

[kittyjoestar]

Night Time with burky?

ok so regular nights together when he has a night off is making dinner together and then eating together on the couch while watching your favorite movies and shows. even though you’re eating the same food, andre is always trying to steal food off your plate. after dinner is always cuddle time and loads of kisses bc we all know he will kiss you until the cows come home(and even after that). bedtime is getting ready in your shared en-suite together and him watching you do your facial routine and you trying to get him to do it too but his skin is literally perfect???? anyways nighttime’s with burky are just perfect, everything is perfect and you couldn’t ask for something better

[bunny-anastasia]

so what about Burakovsky? I want him so bad 😈

wheeling, private. some girls say he’s rude, I never thought he was tho

[puckbabes]

Anything on andre burakovsky????

Single, wheels and doesn’t really answer dms.

[justahockeylover]

Who I Will Write For

Reminder! This list is as of right now. I’m still fairly new to the hockey community, so give me time to learn players/teams! Thank y’all :)

18-19  USA NTDP 

Trevor Zegras 

Alex Turcotte 

Case McCarthy 

Spencer Knight 

Cole Caufield 

Johnny Beecher 

Owen Lindmark 

Arizona Coyotes 

Clayton Keller

Jakob Chychrun 

Calgary Flames 

Johnny Gaudreau

Matthew Tkachuk 

Colorado Avalanche 

Andre Burakovsky 

Detroit Red Wings

Dylan Larkin 

St. Louis Blues

Colton Parayko 

New Jersey Devils

Jack Hughes (duh)

Taylor Hall 

Nico Hischier 

Buffalo Sabres

Jeff Skinner 

New York Islanders

Mat Barzal 

Anthony Beauvillier 

Philadelphia Flyers

Nolan Patrick 

Carter Hart 

Dallas Stars

Tyler Seguin 

Jamie Benn 

Washington Capitals

Jakub Vrana

Edmonton Oilers

Connor McDavid 

Montreal Canadiens

Max Domi 

Jesperi Kotkaniemi 

Toronto Maple Leafs

Auston Matthews 

Morgan Rielly 

Frederik Anderson 

William Nylander 

Vancouver Canucks

Elias Pettersson 

Brock Boeser 

Jake Virtanen 

Ben Hutton 

Quinn Hughes 

[plasticfilth]

8 with Andre Burakovsky?

“i’d like it if you stayed”

what you thought would be another night of celebration turned out to be the complete opposite.

leaving your shared apartment, andre was filled with confidence going into the game, so he agreed when you asked if you should invite some of your close friends round for dinner then stay to watch the game.

pizza boxes and plastic cups covered the coffee table and you and your group of friends filled every spot on the couch. biting your lip and leaning your elbows on your knees, you were more than confused as to how they were losing this game so terribly.

few hours passed and the apartment was mostly silent. everyones heads turned when the key jiggled in the front door. you bolted up from your spot, knowing he would take the loss hard and blame himself.

you embraced him in a large hug, needing to push yourself up on your toes to reach him, before he could even step into the hallway fully. the hug was not reciprocated.

“hey, baby” you whispered, pulling away softly.

“hey” he replied barely above a whisper, dropping his bag off his shoulder and onto the floor. you held his hand as you walked into the living room and flashed everyone a sad smile.

“hey, buddy” one of his friends spoke, standing awkwardly from the couch to shake his hand and bring him into a quick hug.

“is there anything we can do for you to make you feel better? do you want something to drink?” another friend spoke up.

“actually, i’d kind of like to be alone”

“are you sure? there’s some pizza left if you-”

“i said alone! meaning it would be nice if you could all leave” he mumbled slightly toward the end, turning his back on the guests to start undoing his tie.

you looked at them all with an apologetic expression, but they understood, and started leaving. you stood slightly embarrassed, looking at the ground, arms folded and lips pursed.

“andre, you didn’t have to raise your voice”

“well it made them leave, did it not?” he turned back to face you, his undone tie now just gripped in his hands.

you fake chuckled. “so would you like to kick me out, too?” you tested, keeping eye contact as he sauntered closer to you. his manner switched almost in an instant.

“actually,”

he slipped the tie over your head and used it to softly pull you closer to him. you gulped looking into his dark eyes.

“i’d like it if you stayed”

[kniesyswrld]

jealousy• a.burakovsky

(Andre gets jealous when sees you talking to EJ, he yells at him and you make him say sorry)

Warnings: Alcohol, Jealousy, and public humiliation

“You almost ready, babe?” Andre asks as I just finished with my wing, “Yes.” I said and slip my heels on, I walk downstairs and he put his hand on my waist and pulls me into a soft kiss.

He looks me up and down, “Damn babygirl! I won’t be able to keep you out of my sight, boys will be all over you. I swear.” He says and I chuckle, “Awe thank you babe.” I say and he kisses my nose.

“Can’t wait to come back home and rip that fucking dress off of you.” Andre whispered in my ear, sending chills all the way down to my pussy. “Andre.” I say and he smirks, he put his hand on my thigh as we got in the uber.

The uber drove to the bar all the rest of the avalanches were, “I’m so excited to see Miss Mel.” I say and he nods.

“Thank you.” I say to the driver and he waves, he pulled away and I walked into the bar with Andre’s arm around my neck, “Yo.” We hear and look over seeing the boys and WAGS waving.

We walked over to them and they look us up and down, “Damn guys, it’s just a bar not the met gala.” Gabriel says and I chuckled, “I wanted to look good for the first time in years.” I say.

“You always look good (Y/n).” EJ says and I smiled at him, “Thanks.” I blush and they all scoot over so we can sit down, “Where did you get that dress, it’s so pretty!” Mel asks.

I look down and then back up, “I got it from Lucy In The Sky, it’s a clothing place online.” I say and she nods smiling, “I’m gonna get you a drink, what do you want?” Andre asks.

“Just a martini.” I said and he nods, he kissed my cheek before leaving. “Congrats on the goal today, EJ.” I say trying to make some conversation, “Thank you, (Y/n). I really appreciate it.” He smiled and we continued to talk.

Andre comes back with the martinis and I smiled up at him, “Yes.” I say and grab it from him, “Chill out, my little alcoholic.” He laughed and I roll my eyes playfully and take a sip of my drink.

“These are so good, fuck.” I moan softly and they laughed, I saw Andre looking at EJ with a glare and EJ looking at my lips. “You got a problem?” Andre asks EJ.

EJ looks at my boyfriend really confusedly, “Andre.” I say with gritted teeth, “I see you looking at my girls lips. You got a problem, bro?” Andre asks a little louder and they boys are staring at him, the WAGS at me.

“I wasn’t.” EJ says and Andre stands up, “Like I know she has some sexy ass lips, but don’t stare at them like that. Cause that gives me the impression you want to put your cock in her mouth, when only one cock goes in there and it’s mine.” Andre says and I scoff.

I yank Andre to sit down, “He wasn’t do anything, babe.” I said and Andre looks at me, “Is he sticking his cock in your mouth? You’re sticking up for him, so is he? Huh?” He asked and I shake my head.

“No!” I say and Andre rolled his eyes, sipping from his drink some more before standing up abruptly and laying down $20 for the drinks and grabbed my arm, dragging me out the bar.

I smack Andre’s chest, “You owe all of them an apology, especially EJ. Embarrassing him like that, you’re gonna make him never want to leave his house for a night out again.” I said and he shakes his head with a smirk.

“No sex for a week.” I say with my hands on my hips, he grinned. “A month.” I say and he raised a brow, “I have a vibrator, I don’t need your cock. So you better go say sorry before I say 1 year.” I say and he groans, walking back into the bar.

Andre walks up to them and sighed, “I’m sorry everyone for my explosion a few minutes ago, and especially sorry to you, Erik. I know you weren’t looking at her lips, but I get insecure and sad when I see other guys looking at her. I mean do you see her, she’s absolutely gorgeous. Whatever, not the point, sorry for yelling, bro. Forgive me?” Andre apologized and I smiled.

“It’s all good man, I forgive you.” EJ says and they bro hug, “It’s alright, Dre. You guys gonna drink some more?” Gabriel asks and Andre shook his head, “I’m about to get some pussy.” Andre says pointing at me and I rolled my eyes.

I hug the WAGS first then the guys, “Bye you two! Use protection!” Gabriel shouts and Andre puts his thumb up, and wrapped his other around my waist, kissing my head.

[bobyram]

things i miss about avs hockey: 

- “gruuuu” after grubi makes a great save 

- the “whoop whoop” after the goal has been announced 

-nate just gliding across the ice like he does

- the mario power up sound after a penalty kill 

- the landeskog-mackinnon-rantanen line 

- andre burakovsky

- landy splashing water in someone’s face after a hatty/milestone 

- matt calvert taking on guys twice his size 

- that reverse hit thing that nate does

- naaathaaaan maaaackinnon 

[puckyeahhockey]

Walls {A.Burakovsky}

Requested: Y/N

“I don't see why you two can't just get along,” Oshie whispered making a gesture to Andre before grabbing a beer from the cooler beside you.

“We get along fine,” you muttered taking a swig of the beer in your hand.

“Yeah, that’s why you both walk on thin ice whenever you have to engage with each other or else it breaks out into an argument,” he said shaking his head.

“I don’t walk on thin ice with him,” you laughed.

“Yeah, you do. I can see it in your face you are holding back. I think the only time I’ve seen you guys work together without something happening was when that guy was hitting on you,” he recalled. That night a group of you guys went out and you were getting yourself a drink from the bar alone. A clearly intoxicated dude came up and started to hit on you. You tried to deny him and hurry to get your drink and leave. The second you could register his hand on your upper arm, Andre was in between you two pushing him off and taking you and your drink back to the group.

“That doesn't mean anything other than he isn’t a shitty person like that. Plus, he has sisters I’m sure he would’ve done that regardless of what girl it was,” you said unsure of his point.

T.J. shook his head, “You don't get it huh?”

“Enlighten me,” you sassed leaning back in your chair.

“You need to let your walls down because he’s a really genuine guy and I can see that you two have some sort of c-”

“You think I like him?” you whispered so there was no attention drawn to your conversation.

“Well,” he started.

“How many of you guys think that?” you interrogated knowing the guys gossip like teenagers.

“A lot of us,” he laughed causing you to roll your eyes. “Tom, don’t you agree?” he asked as Tom was walking up the porch steps.

“Agree with what?” he said. T.J. gestured his hand at you but his head at Andre who was conversing with the other team members. “Oh she looks pissed, but 100%.”

“How? Why?” you whined chugging the rest of your drink.

“You guys fight like you're in high school still, one day you're cool and the next you're not, and have you noticed the way you look at him and he looks at you? That’s love,” he explained before busting up laughing.

“Whatever,” you huffed standing up. “I’m going inside.”

“Wait,” have you ever thought about kissing him?” Tom whispered with hopeful eyes.

“I've thought about kissing all of you,” you joked. Both of them looked at you dumbfounded.

“Way to make it uncomfortable,” Oshie shouted as you shut the door.

With a smile on your face, you made your way to an empty kitchen. You grabbed a red cup from the stack and began to make yourself a drink. It was just you, your thoughts, and the muffled noises from outside. Were the guys right? Were you developing a thing for someone you can’t really be around without butting heads? He was attractive, especially today. His hair was long enough for his curls to fall softly on his forehead, his skin a warm tone from the sun, his body concealed by a blue button down and shorts.

“Hey beautiful,” you heard someone slur from the sliding door. You were so deep in analyzing that you had not heard the door open. You glanced up to see Djoos making his way to the kitchen island.

“Hey bud,” you smiled at him. He pulled out a seat and threw his arms on the counter and set his head in his hands. You could feel his eyes on you as you put away the liquor from your drink.

“Djoos,” Andre cooed from the door.

“Y/N, this is my bestest friend Andre. Andre, this smokingly hot woman friend of mine is Y/N,” Djoos slurred taking Andre’s hand in his and gesturing between you and him.

“Nice to meet you,” you played along extending your hand to him.

“Likewise,” Andre huffed shaking your hand as he tried to turn Djoos around and out the door. Djoos kept spinning out of Andre’s grip and making his way back to you at the island.

“Andre what are you doing?” Djoos whined slapping Andre’s hands away.

“Hey Y/N can I talk to you in the hall?” Andre asked already making his way to the hall before you could answer.

“I mean you’re already going over there,” you answered setting your cup down. “Djoos,” you said sternly lifting your cup up, “NO.” He nodded as you set your cup back down.

“So, what’s up?” Andre asked when you came face to face with him in the hall.

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” you hummed folding your arms and leaning against the wall.

“I was wondering if you were free this Friday?” he mumbled mimicking your position and avoiding your eyes. Your heart began to thump a little harder in your chest. Maybe the guys were right that this wouldn't be such a bad thing.

“I am but answer me this: you jealous?” you smiled and his shocked expression.

“What? Why? Of what?” he began to stutter.

“I don’t know, any time someone, specifically a guy, compliments me you try and move either them or me away. In the kitchen with Djoos, you seemed bothered when he complimented me,” you shrugged at him watching him struggle to form a response.

“Yeah, maybe I am so w-” Andre started to fluster himself as his cheeks grew rosy.

“Hey, I’m just giving you a hard time,” you laughed grabbing his forearms and rubbing small circles on it. “I'm free Friday if you want to do something.”

“How about bowling and dinner?” he asked standing upright, hands shoved in his pocket, and his eyes locked with yours.

“I’m down,” you winked before pushing yourself off the wall.

“I have a question, if you don't mind,” Andre said.

“Hit me,” you replied peeking around the corner to see Djoos having a staring contest with your cup.

“Why are you so-”

“Closed off, teasing, aggressive, mean?” you finished for him.”I’ve heard it all before from the guys I'm around.”

“Why because you're fun to talk to sometime,” he admitted.

“Ever since my last relationship and how it ended, I have a low tolerance for guys and I don't want to let my guard down and regret it you know?” you said letting your walls down a bit more. Andre didn't say anything after but instead just nodded with his eyes glued to your shoes. Before you could leave, he extended his arm out for a hug. You didn't move for a moment but then leaned your body against his and wrapped an arm around his torso. His head rested on the top of yours and his arms held you close. You felt safe in his grip, something you haven't felt while being in someone’s arms in a long long time.

[leafsbabe]

you got me stuck on tummy kisses, I wanna give A.Burakovsky tummy kisses🥺 and have a chill day with Burkie and for him to give me attention🙇🏼‍♀️

Andre deserves tummy kisses 

[rawmeanderson]

Players who enjoy 69.

hmmmm....j.compher, j.vesey, a.burakovsky, e.johnson, m.barzal, j.anderson, t.meier,

[kittyjoestar]

Ok but I just wanna cuddle burakovsky, like he looks so fluffy

he looks,,,, soft

[yeet-nhl]

✩ masterlist ✩

full length: ♦ blurb: ♣ smut: ♠ headcanon: ♥

anaheim ducks

arizona coyotes

boston bruins

buffalo sabres

↠ hair {j.skinner} ♣

calgary flames

carolina hurricanes

chicago blackhawks

colorado avalanche

↠ sunrise {t.barrie} ♣

↠ birthday {t.jost} ♣

↠ cooking {e.johnson} ♣

colombus blue jackets

↠ breathe {j.anderson} ♣

dallas stars

detroit red wings

edmonton oilers

florida panthers

los angeles kings

↠ there’s a reason {a.kempe} ♦

↠ shopping {a.kempe} ♣

minnesota wild

montreal canadiens

nashville predators

new jersey devils

new york islanders

↠ strangers {m.barzal} ♦

↠ coffee- small continuation of strangers {m.barzal} ♣

new york rangers

↠ thesis {k.hayes} ♣

↠ pillow talk {k.kreider} ♣

ottawa senators

philadelphia flyers

pittsburgh penguins

san jose sharks

st louis blues

tampa bay lightning

toronto maple leafs

↠ cologne {f.andersen} ♣

vancouver canucks

vegas golden knights

washington capitals

↠ don’t let me know {t.wilson} ♦

↠ rivers and roads {a.burakovsky} ♦

winnipeg jets

↠ tea {j.morrissey} ♣

[j0shanderson]

uhmmmm, here’s my writing queue, in no particular order. pm all of them are gonna be nsfw. some requests will take longer than others, usually if i’m not as familiar with the requested player so i need to spend sometime getting to know them~~

requests m.barzal m.tkachuk c.glass j.anderson x3 c.kreider t.konecny a.burakovsky t.jost

nonrequests j.anderson z.weresnki a.burakovsky/t.wilson t.seguin