NHL Imagines

Andre Burakovsky

IVE BEEN HAVING MAJOR BURKY FEES LATELY AND ITS KILLING ME

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It was a quiet and sunny Saturday morning in Arlington, VA, and your boyfriend, Andre Burakovsky was at The Kettler Capitals Iceplex preparing for tonight's home game.

It was about 11:15 when you received a call from Michael Latta.

"Hey Latts, what's up?" You answered, wondering why he would be calling right before morning skate.

"Hey babe, its me." Andre said, "Could you do a favor for me?" His Swedish accent showing as he spoke, which usually happened when he was scared about something.

"Uh yeah sure, what is it?"

"Well you see, I uh left my whole hockey bag, pads and everything, in the kitchen. Also, I forgot my phone and red gatorade on the counter. Can you please bring it?" He said.

"I'm on my way." You responded, sighing into the phone at your boyfriend.

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"You are a child." You said, as you walked into the locker room, the heavy bag not phasing you. His cell phone and specific red gatorade in your hand.

"THANK YOU! YOU SAVED MY ASS!" Andre exclaimed as he ran up to you tackling you in a hug.

Andre was a very touchy-feely person, and he never hesitated to hug or show his affection, not just to you, but anyone. On the other hand, you were more reserved and not as openly affectionate.

You were standing tall while Andre had his long arms wrapped around you, snuggling his head into your chest with his eyes closed, loving ever minute of hugging someone.

"Andre, stop groping your girl." Tom said, walking buy and pushing Andre a little.

"He's not groping her! Andre just loves hugging people!" Kuznestov defended Andre.

"Yeah! I just like hugs. See?" Andre agreed, releasing you from his grip running to Evgeny's side.

"You are such a dork." You said, chucking with your arms folded across your chest.

"But you looooveeeee meeeee." Andre whined as he tried to pry your arms away from your body and onto his.

"Go get ready!" You said, laughing as Andre playfully kissed every part of your face.