Be Mine (Andre Burakovsky)
Can you please do an Andre Burakovsky imagine about yn being a famous actress and her and Andre have been seeing each other but they don’t have a label. And Andre takes her out to hang out with the team and one andres friends asks what they are and they both say different things yn says just friends and Andre says dating and it’s awkward and cute and when they got home Andre and yn get in a little fight about what they are and it’s cute and fluffy pls!!!!! Thank you
Word count: 1254
Author’s note: Holy hell I finally finished an imagine
Andre smiles at you reassuringly as he leads you into the small restaurant in downtown D.C., both of you keeping your hoods up to avoid the paparazzi.
“How long have the two of you been hiding your-”
“Are you a couple-”
“When did this-”
The shouts of the questions and the flashes of the cameras die down as the doors swing closed, blocking the paparazzi from coming in. The hostess smiles at the two of you and wordlessly leads you to the back, where Andre’s teammates have already been set up.
“I’m sorry about that, really. They’re absolute vultures!” You complain, removing your hood and sunglasses.
“Don’t worry about it, they follow hockey players around too.” Andre says, trying to pin some of the blame on himself.
“Sweetheart, don’t flatter yourself.” You half-joke. While Andre does have a point, you do have a small hunch that the majority of the paparazzi is after you, the actress who’s shot to fame in recent months, the actress who everyone is saying will win her first Oscar with her very first role. You’re not vain in the slightest, and you hate when people talk like that; you had originally just done acting as a hobby when you started college. For some reason, the paparazzi was obsessed with you now.