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hookingminor · 2 years

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the very first night (taylor’s version) - dylan larkin

and so it was, we never saw it comin' not tryin' to fall in love, but we did like children runnin' back then we didn't know we were built to fall apart we broke the status quo, then we broke each other's hearts

The first time you met Dylan could only be described as a disaster.

It was at a Red Wings event, one that you were working as a part of catering when a 6’1 brick wall had slammed into you so hard turning a corner that it knocked an entire tray of drinks all over your white button up.

The last thing you expected was the captain of the team to insist on helping you clean up, and he even went as far as to find a spare shirt for you (a request that the hired waiter found odd, but who was he to deny the request of Dylan Larkin?)

He dragged you to a bathroom in a secluded hallway and tried his hardest to pat dry the various colored alcoholic beverages now soaked into your shirt to no avail. You simply laughed off the situation, but Dylan had taken it a lot more serious than you. So, he tugged you along to the nearest supply closet for some stain remover and towels, and before you knew it, half an hour hiding in hallways had passed.

Eventually, you managed to shoo him away once you were changed and ready to head back out there, but he still felt incredibly bad about ruining the shirt given to you by management that he offered to take you out to dinner later in the week to make up for it. It was a completely illogical solution, both of you knew that, but you couldn’t turn him down.

A night of pancakes and waffles turned into going to carnivals and movies and museums, and you fell for him fast and hard. It was a whirlwind of a romance. Dylan swept you up, but to be honest, you were sold on him the second his jaw dropped in apology at spilling five cocktails on you.

And he fell just as hard as you did.

“Do you know how much I miss you?” His voice was hoarse, thick with fatigue, but Dylan refused to sleep until he said goodnight to you. Even if you were on a trip to the west coast while he was stuck in New York.

“I think I have an idea,” you whispered back, a small smile tugging at your lips. “It makes me feel a little crazy how much I miss you.”

You had never, in your entire life, found someone who made you feel like how Dylan did. Your friends thought you had gone insane with how much time you spent with him. All his games, all the dates, all the nights spent at his apartment, you were consumed by him. Dylan’s teammates had never seen anyone fall so fast, and they were mildly concerned about their captain discussing future plans like marriage within the first two months of dating you. They might have intervened had it affected his game, but he was as solid as ever.

“Do you remember the first night we met?” He asked.

“Of course.” You laughed at the memory. “I don’t think anyone’s ever made a worse first impression on me.”

“Worst first impression, huh? I seem to have won you over in the end, though.”

It was late for him in New York. Almost two in the morning and he was sitting in the hotel lobby so he wouldn’t bother his roommate on the phone talking to his partner. They had an 8am flight back, but he didn’t care. He’d sleep when he was able to hold you.

You talked on the phone for another hour and a half before he finally drifted off to sleep, forcing you to end the call. And looking back on all those sweet memories, it was hard to remember where it all went wrong.

In the end, neither of you were really sure what happened. Two months turned into four and then into six, and the relationship had run its course. Nothing major had happened, people tended to drift apart, and that initial spark that ignited you the night you met had been extinguished.

It was no one’s fault, really. You two were a match that burned bright and fiery but were destined to only last a short amount of time. It didn’t surprise either of you when he decided to end it. In truth, you were thinking about ending it with him when he showed up to break the news.

A year after that break-up, and you were still here with your head held high. Waves of sadness washed over you as you fingered the tiny picture in your hand, dated three months into your relationship. It was a picture of you and Dylan, his lips pressed to your cheek in an obnoxious kiss that had you laughing, and you smiled at the memory. It was a familiar sadness that hit you every time you thought too hard on your relationship, but you still held no regrets.

There was no ill will between you two, and you still liked each other’s pictures on instagram every now and then, but you did miss him. It was a weird feeling. You missed what you had but you understood why it ended and you understood that you couldn’t go back and change things.

But oh how you wish you could change things.

If it were up to you, you’d go back to that very first night and do it over. Maybe take it slower and not kiss him after devouring that plate of waffles with the taste of syrup still on your lips. Maybe not say ‘I love you’ nine weeks into dating him. Maybe not propose starting a family with him by suggesting you adopt a dog together.

There were a lot of what ifs in your mind, but you knew it didn’t help to linger on those thoughts. You had your time with Dylan and now it was over and you were okay with it. You would be okay with it.

Hell, at least it would make a good story in the future.

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nhl-stories · 4 years

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I’m Drunk, Baby – Dylan Larkin

Requested: Yes ∆ No

Word Count: 728

Dylan woke up with a startle after hearing the door slam at 2 AM followed by a loud ‘shhhhhh.’ That noise was followed by some loud footsteps and bumps against the walls until his girlfriend, Y/N, clumsily opened the door.

You made eye contact with a now very awake Dylan and frowned, “Oh no I woke you up, I thought I was being quiet.”

You stumbled over to the bed pulling off you dress as you went.

“You have fun tonight?” Dylan smirked.

“Yeah and I’m drunk,” you pulled out one of Dylan’s shirts and put it on, leaning over to give him a kiss.

“Really I couldn’t tell? Especially since you taste like a bar.”

“Don’t be mean,” you whined, crawling into the bed.

“I missed you though, next time come out with me.”

“It was a girl’s night I don’t think I was invited.”

“Next time it’s gonna be a girl’s night plus Dylan.” you gave him a peck on the cheek, “and other people’s boyfriends and stuff, but I don’t care if they actually come.”

He laughed before rolling over and trying to get back to sleep but you kept moving around, kicking the sheets up trying to get comfortable but just making them more tangled.

“Dylan why are our sheet broken?” You kicked more in frustration.

Dylan laughed as he got out bed, moving the sheets and comforter to started to tuck you in, as you drunkenly smiling up at him.

“Wait Y/N, want me to wash off your make up first?”

“Aww that would be so nice. I don’t want to ruin the sheets. Or get a big ol’ zit”

He helped you up out of the bed and leads you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the edge of the tub. The moment Dylan turns his back you slide into the tub, flailing your legs in the air and giggling.

“I fell in.”

Dylan helps you up again, you sway a little bit before he steadies you. He grabs your face wash and a wash cloth and gently removes your make up, kissing you once he’s done.

You smack your hands on your cheeks and grin, “I feel so clean thank you.” You then flips your hair over your face, whipping Dylan in the process, “can you put my hair in a ponytail too?”

“Of course babe, but it won’t be good.”

He pulls your hair up and puts it into a lopsided ponytail.

“Can you brush my teeth too?” You ask innocently.

“That might be where I draw the line.”

“Pleeeeeeeeassssssssseeeeee,” you draw it out while trying to give puppy eyes which look rather pathetic while you have little control over your motor skills.

Dylan rolls his eyes, but he’s a great boyfriend so agrees to do it. It’s quite possibly the most awkward thing he’s ever done. Brushing someone else’s teeth feels weird enough as is, but then trying to steady his drunk girlfriend and have you keep your mouth open makes it worse.

You start to gag on the toothbrush and pull away, almost falling back into the tub as you spit at the drain.

“Oh my god Y/N, you couldn’t wait to spit in the sink.” He chuckles as he turns on the faucet wash away the toothpaste.

Then he lifts you up to bring you back into bed. Your knees buckle the moment he stands you up so he opts to carry you the rest of the way. Tucking you under the covers before crawling onto his side of the bed.

You turn over and kiss his shoulder, tucking yourself under his arm to rest your head on his chest.

“Hey can we have sex tomorrow?” You gently run your fingers up and down Dylan’s chest, “I would do it tonight but I think I might throw up if I try.”

“As sexy as throwing up in bed sounds, I think I’m fine without getting any tonight.”

“Perfect cause I’m crazy horny,” you hiccup, “but also crazy drunk.”

“No worries, besides after brushing your teeth for you I’m the opposite of crazy horny.”

“Awww, I hope you still love me.”

“Of course I still love you.” He kisses the top of your head and soothingly rubs your back.

You give a soft smile and mumble an ‘I love you’ back before you’re out like a light.

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swissboyhisch · 5 years

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You know I love you right?

Pair: Dylan Larkin x Reader

Requested: Yes/No Could you do a complete Dylan Larkin fluff like he had a bad day or something

Word Count: 864

A/N: This was actually surprisingly easy to write though sorry it’s a bit short. I’m seeing my boyfriend tomorrow so that could be the reason this came to me so quickly. (Y/F/M) = Your Favourite Movie

Warnings: Pure Fluff.

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You watched Dylan missed his shot in the shoot out, meaning the Red Wings lost for the fifth game in a row. With the sound of Panthers fans and the team celebrating, you knew that Dylan wouldn’t be happy with how he played, even though he got an assist. You bid goodbye to your fellow WAGs who you were sitting with before slowly making your way to the locker room, knowing he’d want to go home straight away. You waited outside of the locker room, playing on your phone as Dylan was probably doing some post-game interviews.

Knowing Dylan would be in a bad mood, you had your best friend go to you and Dylan’s shared apartment (she has a spare key and lives in the same apartment complex) and turn on Netflix, light a few candles, pull out the couch into a bed, place many of your blankets on the couch and have your Chinese order sitting on the table in front of the couch in preparation for the two of you.

Once Dylan exited the locker room, first one to exit, you opened your arms for a hug which he walked straight into.

“Come on, let’s go home.”

He hums before following you to the car you had arrived in. You drove the pair of you home to your apartment, leading the way up to your top floor apartment. You had text your best friend just before when you had arrived to leave and take the elevator because, for some reason, Dylan liked taking the stairs. When you reached the door, you pulled your car keys out of your pocket and slipped the key in the hole, opening the door for Dylan. Dylan hummed in content when he saw the setup.

“Thank you,” He smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple before heading to your shared bedroom to change from his grey suit to a pair of sweatpants. You follow his lead and changed into one of his old MU Hockey shirt and a pair of pants. The pair of you made your way to the couch, Dylan sitting and slipping under the covers first before opening his arms for you to crawl into. You snuggled into his side after grabbing your Chinese, sharing the two combos you got.

“Use the chopsticks properly,” Dylan chirps, watching you struggle to use them.

After watching you for a few minutes, he laughs and gives you his plastic for he got with his favourite whilst grabbing the chopsticks from your hand. You blushed before grabbing the remote, flicking through things on Netflix.

“What about (Y/F/M)?” You suggest when you come across it in your Watch Again section.

He groans quietly, but loud enough for you to hear it. “We watch it last week. And the week before that. And I’m pretty sure the week before that. Can we watch something else?”

You sigh but nod, understanding where he was coming from. But after another 10 minutes of arguing over which movie to watch, he sighs.

“Let’s just watch (Y/F/M),” He gives in.

You couldn’t help but grin up at him before flicking through Netflix to find the movie again.

Throughout the movie, the pair of you cuddled, enjoying some downtime together. It was rare the two of you ever got downtime together. With your schedule and his hockey schedule, it was hard to coordinate your downtime. It was often only a breakfast together before he’s often to practise and you’re off to do your own thing then a bit of time between game and work that you see each other. But you both treasured what time together you had. Especially when it was times like these where it was just the two of you.

One thing Dylan loved about you was how passionate you could get about the things you loved, which included this movie. Dylan looked down at you mouthing the lines of the movie, too engrossed in the movie to notice he was staring at you. He knew he loved you, from the moment he saw you dancing around the house to your favourite music one morning, making him breakfast before he had to head to practise. But at this moment he realised you were his future, the one he wanted the spend the rest of his life with.

“You know I love you right?” He stated, breaking the comfortable silence.

You looked up at him with your doe eyes, “Of course I know you love me. I love you too, always.”

He smiled, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on your lips, “Thank you.”

“For what?” You smile, giggling at his attitude.

He simply shrugs and smiles, “Everything. I’m just really grateful you chose me.”

“Because it’s not hard you’re you,” You reply, placing a hand on his cheek.

His smile widens even further before he presses a kiss to your lips before you return to your previous position. With a final kiss to your forehead, both of your attention was directed back at the tv but in the back of Dylan’s mind, he was thinking, I’m going to marry you one day.

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hattywatch · 5 years

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D. Larkin - She’s so High

Author’s Note: This is 100% for @hockeyandtaylorswift because she produced that bomb-ass Vesey fic 2 days ago, followed by that bomb-ass Gabe fic today. I am blessed. Enjoy the closest thing I have ever written to a blurb. It’s still 2 pages.

Squirming is not helping. You've known this for the last 15 minutes, but it hasn't stopped you from trying, even the extra wide business class seat you paid a fortune for isn't helping.

The person next to you probably wants to kill you. Quickly shifting your eyes you glance at the man occupying the aisle seat. He's calm, cool, collected, scrolling through his phone with only one headphone in his ear. Must be nice. You're a notoriously nervous flyer, hence the inability to calm down long enough to sit still.

Your eyes linger on him, taking in his combed hair and shiny shoes. He's dressed to the nines, it makes you feel shabby in your leggings and hoodie, you might as well be in your pajamas. You're sure his luggage is designer and think to your well-worn backpack shoved into the overhead and cringe.

Assessing him takes your mind off of the flight long enough that you almost forget about it until the flight attendant starts his drill. You get through the seat buckle bit, and the part about the emergency exit, you're shaky through the inflation of the life vest, but when they get to the part about varying cabin pressures and advise you to affix your own oxygen mask before helping others your breath starts to come quickly.

It helps a little bit to close your eyes and count to 20. When you get to 15 you hear him.

"Miss?" You open your eyes, too nervous to feel much embarrassment. "Are you okay?" The plane rolls slowly underneath you and your Dramamine definitely didn't kick in yet.

Your seatmate is leaning in, far over the armrest into your space. He looks so earnest, and you think talking to someone may help.

"I just.." you fiddle with the buckle on your seatbelt. "I'm just a really bad flier. But my sister just went into labor last night and I booked the next available flight and, and," your eyes are getting a little misty and he notices. You can tell because he starts looking as panicked as you feel.

That's about the time that your maternal instincts kick in, pulling yourself together enough to not set off a chain reaction of nervous sobbing on the plane.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to dump this all on you." He looks understanding. His eyes are sweet and his face is friendly and if you weren't pants-wettingly terrified, you may flirt with him.

It's at this point you feel the plane pick up speed as it begins to ascend and your stomach floats up into your throat, and you close your eyes again, gripping the arm rest.

"I'm going to talk to you okay? Take your mind off of this?" You nod your head so hard you may have shaken your brain loose.

"Okay. Okay, cool. I'm Dylan, I think it's so great that you're going to be an aunt. Do you have any other nieces or nephews yet? Do you know what she’s having" His hand comes down on top of yours on the arm rest and he squeezes.

“She’s going to be my first,” you know he’s doing his best and honestly, thinking about the baby and your sister is really helping put your fear into perspective. “A girl, she’s having a girl.” You finally sit up straight now that the plane has started to level out, but Dylan keeps his hand on yours.

“That’s great. Does she have a name for the baby?” Now that you’re sat upright, you get the full effect of his gaze piercing through you, soft hazel eyes following your movement. It takes a second for you to answer, brain going fuzzy with, fear giving way to a little bit of embarrassment.

“Uh, yeah. Ella.”

He smiles. “That’s pretty.”

Once the wi-fi signal turns on as you reach cruising altitude, you open instagram to show him pictures of your sister’s belly and sonogram, even though you’re sure he couldn’t care less about some stranger’s almost-niece. He makes a good show of it though, opening his own phone to show you pictures of his brother’s dog, “The closest thing I have to a nephew,” he laughed.

You don’t realize how calm you’ve gotten and how much time has passed, giggling over babies and puppies, until his elbow is nudged by the drink cart and he turns to talk to the flight attendant.

“Anything for you, sir?” the flight attendant smiles wide at Dylan and he smiles back before handing her his credit card.

“Can we get two glasses of champagne?” You start protesting, but she’s quick and has the glasses poured before you can muster much of a dispute. Dylan hands you a glass and tucks his credit card away and the stewardess continues to the row behind you.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to,” even the first sip calms your nerves and you’re appreciative for any help you can get.

“Nah, we have to celebrate,” his smile slides across his face slowly. Your stomach starts to feel wobbly again, but you’re sure this time, it has nothing to do with the altitude.

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tessisawriter · 5 years

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Be There For You (Dylan Larkin)

Request (anonymous): Can you do a #15 with Dylan Larkin? Maybe when you’re about to go on a study abroad or something and he doesn’t want you to leave because he’s going to miss you?

A/N: I have no idea whether UMich has a special program with the Sorbonne, but if they don’t, I’m going to pretend that they do.

Warnings: One swear word, anxiety, angst

Word Count: 927

Out of all of the goodbyes you had to say, this was by far the hardest one.

You were in the apartment that you shared with your boyfriend in Detroit, and you didn’t want to leave. The two of you were lying on his bed, Dylan with his arms wrapped around you while you pressed your head into the crook of his neck.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do without you, Y/N,” you heard Dylan say, “You’re going to be over 3,000 miles away!”

In less than ten hours, you were leaving for Paris to spend a semester abroad at the Sorbonne. It had been a dream of yours ever since you were little to live in Paris, and for a few months at least, you would get to live that dream. But that didn’t mean it was easy to leave the person you loved most in the world behind.

You and Dylan had been dating for over two years. You met him in your economics class during your first semester at UMich, and the two of you hit it off immediately. Dylan asked you to be his girlfriend by Christmas, and your relationship survived his transition to the NHL the following year. While it was true that he didn’t move far (Detroit was only 45 minutes away from Ann Arbor), it was still tough, and the constant road games were hard to get used to. You did, though, and he asked you to move in with him this fall. While many relationships fell apart at that stage due to differences in living habits, you and Dylan had no problems living together; it felt natural. Since your relationship had survived so many hurdles intact, you were confident that it was strong enough to endure for a few months while you studied abroad.

“It’s only a few months, babe, and then I’ll be right back here with you,” you said.

“I know,” Dylan replied. “The thing is, though, I can’t even sleep when you’re not beside me on roadies; what’s going to happen when you’re gone?”

Your heart broke. You knew he didn’t mean to, but he was making you feel guilty for leaving.

“God, please don’t say stuff or I’ll never be able to leave!” you said, and you couldn’t control yourself anymore: you started sobbing into his neck.

“Shit, Y/N, please don’t cry,” Dylan murmured into your hair, trying to soothe you. “I didn’t mean to make you feel badly. I’m just going to miss you so much.”

You calmed down enough to look up at him. “I know. But you act like it’s so easy for me to pick up and move to Paris. FYI, it’s not: I’m scared out of my goddamn mind. What if I don’t find any friends? What if I have a hard time doing most of my coursework in French? I know I’m fluent but I didn’t grow up speaking the language like everyone else there…”

Dylan rubbed your back as you spilled your deepest fears. When you were finally done ranting, he said, “Feel any better?”

“A little,” you admitted. There was something cathartic about getting your fears out in the open. Once they were no longer living in your head, they seemed less scary, and sometimes, you didn’t even know why you were so anxious in the first place. You didn’t trust many people enough to open up to them, but Dylan was different. He was always different from everyone else; he made you feel at ease.

“You’re going to have no problem finding friends, Y/N. And UMich has tight connections with the Sorbonne, so if you’re having problems with the language barrier, they’ll be there to help you.”

“The latter is definitely true,” you conceded, “But I’m scared that I won’t fit in, or at the very least, that I’ll miss you too much to open up to anyone.”

There it was. Only when you said your biggest fear of them all out loud did it feel like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

“God, I feel like such an asshole,” Dylan said, “I should never have made you feel guilty like that.”

“It’s not about what you said before, Dyl,” you replied, “It’s just really hard for me to open up to people. When I’m around you, though, I feel safe enough to be my true self.”

Dylan was quiet for a moment before saying, “Look at me, Y/N.” You had been averting your gaze, but you forced yourself to look into his soft but steady brown eyes. “You don’t need me to open up to people. You are the smartest, funniest, and kindest person I know. I don’t know why you don’t believe in yourself the way I believe in you, but you’ve got to.”

You swallowed. This was the other thing you loved most about Dylan: even though it was hard to hear sometimes, he called everything like it was. You were using him as an excuse to fail, and you knew it.

“You’re right, babe,” you said. “Thanks for always believing in me.”

“Of course. And you know I’m just a phone call away, right? I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night: if you need to talk to me, I’ll pick up.”

“I know,” you said. “Thanks for being there for me.”

“Always,” he replied, pressing you closer to his chest. Your heart fluttered in your chest. It felt good to know that you had someone who would always be there for you no matter what.

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equallyshaw · 1 year

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auld lang syne with dylan larkin

auld lang syne, is about catching up with old friends and loved ones or time long past; hence this imagine :)

Warnings: nothing much just talks about past toxic relationships. but this is a looong one haha.

Word Count: 3.5k +

← day four. day six. →

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dylan and faye had been broken up for about 4 years by the time they saw one another in their infamous detroit bar; darcys. both of them were set to be married this upcoming july, and on this cold, wet and rainy march evening, the duo were reunited and had much to talk about.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And days of auld lang syne?

faye sat down at the bar, instantly ordering a vodka lime and soda to start before moving her way down the bar. today was a frustrating and long day with the final wedding planning. her mom was killing her, stressing her about anything and everything, her sister was freaking out over the seating chart and her fiance and her were stressed to the max over their budget. it had been a day, and she just needed a strong drink and some solitutde.

dylan walked into the bar, and waved to the bartender and got his usual. it had been a tough practice as the playoff's were just around the corner, and he needed to relax a bit before going home.

both of them looked over at one another, without realizing it. their eyes both went wide as they realized who one another were. both looking away instantly, thinking they should forget about one another. maybe the other would, get up and move away. they hadn't spoken or seen one another since the break up 4 years ago. it was a bit amicable and a bit not so amicable. though they stuck it up, like adults and moved on with their lives in a healthy and mature way. though, there were definetly days where they cursed the other and what not, that was expected. faye rubbed the back of her neck, her ring in full view for dylan. he choked on his drink and wiped his mouth instantly. she looked over at him and quirked an eyebrow, as if to ask if he was ok. he nodded, looking down at his drink before sighing. was he really going to do this?

For auld lang syne

We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet

For auld lang syne

faye watched as the tall brunette took a few steps and was now sitting next to her. he stared at her ring, a vintage round diamond set on a gold band. "im getting married in july." she stated, and he smiled a bit. "me too, actually the 23rd." he responded. "me on the 16th." she smiled. the two nodded, and looked in front of them. the last time they had spoken was a bit tense, and therefore this meeting was a bit uncomfortable. "you struggled right? you struggled after our break up right?" faye blurted and gasped as soon as she realized what she had said. he looked at her and nodded, "yeah, how could i not? we had an amazing four years despite the last year." he stated and she nodded, "good, i didn't want to feel like i was crazy for doing so." she responded. he acknowledged the change in her body language, she sighed a sigh of relief. "yeah, i was a wreck after. it took me about a year before i met my fiance." he added. she smiled softly, "same here." she mused pulling some hair behind her ear. "do you remember when we first came to this bar?" he quizzed as he finished his drink. she smiled a wide smiled, remembering that cold winter night. "oh yes! phil here, for sure made sure we had a good time. the drinks kept coming!" she laughed. that memory replayed in their mind's, remembering.

flashback.

it was a snowy and cold janurary night as the two wandered into the desolate bar. "welcome to darcy's bar, what can i get for you two lovebirds?" phil the older bartender asked. dylan and faye looked at one another and blushed. a vodka lime soda for her, a whiskey on the rocks. the two sat down at the bar, and looked around at the outdate italian bar. nobody elese was in here, besides phil. "yeah, when it snows badly i tend to be alone for the evening. though i am happy that you strolled in." phil said genuinly. faye smiled, sipping her drink. "us too, we've never come over this way so we haven't seen the bar before." dylan responded. "oh i know! i would of remember you two." phil stated with genuine fondness.

it was around four hours later at 2 am that dylan and faye were finally making their way out of the bar. phil poured and poured for the young couple and at one point made a call with dylans phone for a teammate to come fetch the two. and throughout their four years, they ventured in here a few times a year and always made sure to catch up with phil who became somebody they came to for some wisdom or advice.

present.

faye and dylan smiled at one another. "that was a great evening, i had realized that i was falling in love with you." she confessed and he nodded. "me too especially when you got up on on the booth seat and sang party in the usa." he said bringing back a vivid memory and faye immediatley covered her face in embarrasment. that was here go to song when she was drunk and did karaoke. "noooo, no that was horrible thank god phil was not in the room at that moment." she said in between fits of laughter. she wiped her eyes, almost crying tears of laughter. dyland couldn't hold back his laughter either. that was a night they would always remember. "remember when we had the christmas get together here our second year together? the team most certaintly enjoyed their time here." faye said and dylan nodded enthusastically. "yeah and i cant forget out karaoke duet of dont stop believing." he said and faye laughed. the two's laughter settled down after a minute, "i always loved that song. i always thought of that as our song." she said hesitantly. dylan smiled to himself, because he had thought that too. "me too, i always thought that would be our first dance song, even from the gecko." he said sheepishly. faye felt her heart drop, because she too had thought that. she chugged the rest of her drink and set the cup back down. she needed more alcohol for this conversation than she previously thought. phil popped over, and smiled. "what may i get you miss faye?" he questioned, already knowing the answer. "a moscow mule." dylan responded like second nature. faye blushed a bit and nodded, and phil smiled. "coming right up." he said promtly, and whisked himself away. faye sat back in the bar chair and looked over at dylan. she smiled leaning over and fixed his tie a bit. she smoothed it down, awe overtaking his face. she pulled away, and took the drink gratefully from phil who handed dylan another drink.

We too have run around the slopes

We've londoned many weary foot

Since auld lang syne

dylan and faye became close rather quickly about 7 years ago. together from their first year at university of michigan at the age of 18 and to ages 22. spending every free moment of dylan's together, and between her overdemanding fast track for her international relations degree so she could get her masters quicker. there relationship was overall amazing, but they definetly had their up's and down's during the transition from michigan to the nhl. dylan never let up over the constant nagging her did on himself, and sometimes faye.

flashback.

"stop yelling at my dylan! youre hurting my feelings!" faye screamed at dylan. the two were in his new home outside of detroit and dylan was frustrated with moving in. having offered to help, dylan made it known that the way she was trying to help and make things easier was not helping. "dyl- just stop." she said frustratingly as she wiped away some tears. she leaned back against the kitchen counter and shut her eyes. dylan was never very good at keeping his emotions, feelings or thoughts in check. which made faye upset especially if he was throwing out the things he was saying. dylan stood across the room with his hands on his hips, and began to pace. faye had had enough, this was one of the last straws that finally broke the camels back. this was unfortuntly one of the last conversations they had had before their breakup. faye sighed, walking towards her bag and started to walk towards the front door, dylan instantly going after her. he stopped the door from shutting by grabbing it, she looked back and he saw the defeated expression. she was done, she was over everything. "im done dylan, let me know when your done. ill come over then since i don't seem to be much help." she stated before walking towards her car. she opened the door, slammed it and drove off in a span of 2 minutes. dylan stood there with the door still open, as he watched her drive off. fuck that, faye thought as she drove towards her on campus apartment. if he wasn't going to treat me with respect and as an adult, she wasn't going to stand around and solve nothing.

a week later the two were at dylans house eating thai takeout and talking about the previous week. "are you unhappy with me?" she asked curiously, as she set down her food. he looked up from his food and gave her a shocked look. "what do you mean?" he questioned, sipping some pop. she sighed, rolling her eyes. she stood up, and rubbed her exhausted eyes. "you've been treating me horribly dylan. this past year has been shit and ive felt like shit. i feel like im not good enough, especially now that youre in the nhl- i dont feel like im good enough." she began and held her hand up as soon as he tried to defend himself. "no, youre constantly upset. always needing a punching bag and that punching bag is me. i cant catch a break. im so close to fucking graduating, i dont need or deserve the extra stress that makes me feel physically sick dylan, i just don't. i shouldn't have to walk around you with egg shells all the time." she said exasperated as she stared at him with tears in her eyes. she felt a physical release of all the pent up thoughts and feelings subside, just a bit. dylan looked down at his hands, trying to find the right words. "there's nothing you can really say dyl that'll make me forget or forgive." she paused taking in his reaction. he looked up, but didn't give her a distinctive reaction or emotion. she swallowed her tears, not suprised. "theres nothing you can say or do that will change my mind. i love you dyl, but everytime i see you a little bit of me dies everytime. you make me miserable, angry, sad and lonely. it's not worth losing myself every day a bit more just trying to appease you." she said the last part softly. he stood up and walked over to her and paused. she looked at him unsurely, and he wrapped his arms around her. he felt her tense up before relaxing, and she placed her arms around him. she had tiptoed around dylan for the past year and she was tired, and frankly over it. even though she would always have immense love for him, she would rather watch from afar than be in his life. "im sorry, for everything faye." he said kissing her head and then releasing from the hug. faye walked out of the house for the very last time that evening, and never looked back.

present.

"yeah after you told me what i had been doing, i really focused on myself that year. i went to therapy, got on some meds for anxiety. never realizing until then that i took out my anxiety on you in the form of anger. and i deeply apologize for that. i learned a lot about our relationship and myself in that year, and since then i haven't been able to stop going. it helps me a lot and my fiance appreciates that i take the time to do so." dylan confessed and faye smiled, placing her hand on his. "im so glad dylan, that's all i wanted for you." she beamed catching his brunette eyes. "yeah, i told myself that after the four years i wouldn't date anybody for a long while. but fate had other plans." she giggled, amusing herself. he quirked an eyebrow, "oh why's that?" he inquired sipping his drink. "i met my fiance four months after we broke up when he moved into the same townhosue complex as me. he had a golden retriever and collie mix, named felix who i absolutley was smitten with the very first time i saw him. he had somehow gotten off his leash in the complex and ran over towards to me as i was walking towards my door. i joked to my fiance that he needed to get a harness for his dog but the dog loved me. felix was cupid, we like to joke." she blushed. dylan studied the twinkle in her eye as she talked about them. that was how he looked when he spoke about his fiance. "and then it took about a year before i said yes to getting coffee." she said looking over at dylan. "playing hard to get?" he joked, and she giggled. "yes and no, you were very hard to get over mr.hockey player." she joked pushing his shoulder. he jokingly grabbed his chest where his heart was, and pretended to act hurt. "still a big baby huh?" she joked.

We too have paddled in the stream

From morning sun to night

But the seas between us broad have roared

From auld lang syne

the year after the couple broke up was difficult for both of them. they didn't know life without one another. with dylan in therapy, and faye becoming recluse. they fought their battles alone and without one another. they had to overcome guilt, shame, anger and sadness throughout that year. still to this day, the way things ended sometimes pop up from time to time when new situations arise with their partners.

"have you, you know thought about me at all?" dylan asked nervously while they got their fourth drink for the evening. the same for him, and a expresso martini for her. she shrugged, "you were my first with everything dylan; its hard not to think of you sometimes." she said smiling at phil. "you?" she questioned, sipping her drink. perfect, she thought. he nodded, "yeah. what we shared was different than what me and my fiance share now. and ive been reassured that that is true with a lot of young couples our age when we were together. a lot of immaturity on my part not yours, and things constantly changing." he responded and she nodded. "i feel the same. at the beginning of my relationship, i would compare with what we had and then at one point i was like, no. stop. that isn't healthy and i think sometimes hurt him. and it wasn't fair to him at all, either i was gonna be all in or not." she stated. dylan grunted in agreemant, "yeah my therapist was very blunt with me when i started dating her. i needed to put the past in the past and have it not be so constant. over time it got easier, but when we went to niagra falls a few months back i couldn't help but remember our trip up there. the little bed and breakfast we stayed at, the coffee and pancakes. things like that, our experiences sometimes creep up." he said thinking about their trip to niagra falls the summer between her sophmore and junior year. she nodded, "well when him and i got in our first fight which fighting is pretty rare with us now but i remember closing off because i kept getting flashabcks of how you were when we fought. which was a lot." she paused giggling and rubbing her face. dylan understood, it was the same for him and his fiance. "he had no idea why i stopped talking when i walked into the other room. he didn't understnad that i had fought with somebody who didn't know how to express their emotions without acting like a five year old." she winked, and he smirked. "touche miss franklin." he tipped his drink towards her. he wasn't upset at her dig, he understood where she was coming from. old him, would of lashed out and said somethings that he wouldn't have been able to take back the following morning.

"its taken a lot of positive experiences to kinda erase the hard year we faced togther. grandite it was only a small piece of our relationship but it defintatly left a scar on me. it was the last thing i knew, and it hurt me very deeply." she said honestly and he nodded. "yeah me too. i forgot what a healthy relationship felt like." he stated and faye tipped her drink towards him on that.

For auld lang syne

We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet

For auld lang syne

their relationship for three years was healthy, positive and exciting.obviously, things took a turn that fourth year with him having his second year in the nhl. after talking things through the messy parts of their relationship and breakup they couldn't help but talk about the good times.

"your first nhl game was something else." faye smiled with fondness. "your mom i thought was going to break my hand while we watched you throughout. especially then when you scored, i had never seen her scream so loud and jump." she paused giggling, "your dad was certaintly having a great time as well. remember how we celebrated afterwards? the champagne would not stop coming." she smiled. dylan nodded, "yeah it was a great night. especially with you by my side." he smiled. "though we had only been dating for a year, i knew. i knew you were the one." he confessed. "and then along with that night coming in here underage." he joked causing her to giggle. "oh god yes, phil was so kind!" she laughed. dylan agreed, rubbing the back of his neck. "i brought you a promise ring the next day. a nice one at that." he prompted and she smiled. "yep, that nhl money really came in handy." she joked causing him to throw his head back in laughter. "one positive thing that came from the nhl and hockey." she said with a double meaning. dylan knew what she meant too. dylan a year into his nhl career, became angry and had outburts. his anxiety was at an all time high and didn't understand and realize how that was affecting his personal life, life away from the rink. thus, adding to the breakup. "yeah youre right." he simply stated. she gave him a small apologizing smile. "what's his name?" he asked, and she looked up at him surprised. "morgan fox." she stated. "hers?" she questioned. "mackenzie smith." he responded and she nodded.

faye looked down at her phone and realized it was 1 am, and saw texts from her family and morgan. he was wondering what time she'd be home. she texted him that she was at darcys and that she would be getting an uber home. he said no, and that he was on his way over. she looked back up at dylan and the two sat in silence until their rides pulled up. they walked outside, and saw their fiances waiting. dylan faced faye and she did the same as well. she pulled him in for a warm and inviting hug, "good luck with the wedding. i wish you guys the best." she smiled as he wrapped his arms around her. somewhat shocked. "you too, though i know you don't need it." he half joked ahd she smiled. they let go of one another, and morgan walked around to open the car door for her. she thanked him, placing a quick peck on his cheek and hopped in. mackenzie smiled up at dylan as he hopped in the car, and as he placed a quick peck on hers.

the two had shared a lot that night and we emotionally drained as they headed to their respective homes. they both shared to their fiances what happened, and both of them agreed that it was good to get that closure that they had been longing for for years. two old friends and partners catching up with a drink in hand. both about to start a new chapter in their lives, reminiscning about some parts. they could finally go into their chapters with clarity and with their wholehearts; no longer clouded or stuck in the past.

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Look at this smiley boy wowowowow

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kasperikapanenisbetterthanyou · 7 years

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Dylan Larkin imagine (part 2)

here’s part 2, i hope it’s a little bit better than the first part

the thingy on top is supposed to be texting (it looked way better on wattpad)

(part 1)

requested: no

warnings: no

words: 800 words

Dylan 7:30pm

How’s the bunny doing?

You 7:32pm Sir Fluffbutt is doing okay. The vet says he hurt his paw and that's why he sat on the street.

Dylan 7:35pm

Good to know. Sir Fluffbutt? Really? How's your brother?

You 7:40pm

Angry but the tickets soothed his pain. Thanks again.

Dylan 7:41pm

No problem. I reserved 6 I hope that's okay.

You 7:43pm

Why six?

Dylan 7:45pm

Your brother, his wife, her parents, her brother + you.

You 7:50pm

I don't know. I don't really care about hockey.

Dylan 7:50pm

Pls come?

You 7:51pm

Will you be there too?

Dylan 7:51pm

Yeah

You 7:56pm

Is this a date?

You 8:01pm

Because if it is I'd rather my brother doesn't sit next to us.

Dylan 8:10pm

I don't know

Dylan 8:10pm

It's a pre-date

Dylan 8:11pm

If you like it and still would want to go out after I'll ask you out

Dylan 8:12pm

If you don't like it that's okay too

Dylan 8:37pm

Please come?

You were nervous when you walked up to the counter. What if Dylan had lied? Your family was so excited for the game. And, a little voice inside your head reminded you, you were excited for Dylan. You hadn't seen him since the accident but the two of you had been texting.

“Hello, how can I help you today?”

The guy behind the counter looked nice and that helped you calm down a bit.

“I uh there are supposed to be some tickets reserved for uh Y/N Y/L/N. I think?”

The guy smiled at you and looked over a list on the counter before disappearing to the back for a bit. He came back out with a small package and handed it to you.

“This is for you Miss and here are your tickets.”

You took the tickets and the package and walked back to your family. Your brother's father in law nearly ripped the tickets out of your hand and ran to the seats so you followed behind, clutching the package to your chest. The seats you had were awesome. They were right by the home team bench and you had a good look of both the ice and the bench. Warm ups would begin soon and you were excited, after all it was your first hockey game.

“What do you have there?”

Your brother was looking at the package on your lap.

“I don't know. It was left at the counter along with the tickets.”

You pulled on the strings around the wrapped package and opened it. Inside the cardboard box was some fabric and a piece of paper. Carefully you picked it up and read it.

Dear Y/N,

since this is your first hockey game i assumed you didn't have a jersey yet. It would make me really happy if you would wear this.

You pulled out the piece of fabric and saw that it was a #71 Larkin.

“You said your boyfriend’s name is Dylan right?”

You lightly hit your brother in the chest.

“Shut up, he's not my boyfriend, but his name is Dylan. Why?”

“Because number 71 is Dylan Larkin. He must have found it funny getting you a jersey of a player with the same name. When is he joining us by the way?”

You looked down at your phone and sighed. He said he'd be here but he hadn't texted at all.

“I don't know. He said he'd be here.”

A few minutes later warm ups started and the teams skated out. Dylan still wasn't there but your family didn't care anymore. They were to busy watching the players.

You really didn't know until after the game. Some security guard came to bring you down to the locker room and you nearly had a heart attack. You were told to wait in the hallway and because you didn't know what was going on. You were texting Dylan asking him if he was responsible for this when the locker room door opened and out walked...Dylan?

“What the fuck?”

He smiled shyly and shrugged his shoulders.

“Surprise?”

You stared at him for a minute trying to change the image in your head from Dylan-who-has-no-idea-how-to-talk-to-a-girl to Dylan-the-famous-hockey-player.

“I thought you would figure it out. The tickets, the jersey, my face on the giant screen. I know this is super weird and me being a hockey player could complicate things but I really like you Y/N.”

“So where are we going?”

“What?”

“You said if I like it you would ask me out. Okay Dylan-who-has-no-idea-how-to-talk-to-a-girl-and-is-coincidentally-a-famous-hockey-player, where are we going?”

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not-another-imagine-blog · 7 years

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Pastries Are the Way to the Heart (Dylan Larkin)

Anonymous said:

I love all of your writings so much!! Can I please request a Dylan Larkin one where he sees you in public and instantly falls in love with you then shyly try's asking you for your number and then you tell him you know who he is then you start dating

Word count: 1391

Author’s note: idk I feel like this would be super cute with a part two. I might end up writing the breakfast date, depending on the reaction to this one. Let me know what you think!

“That guy is totally checking you out.” Your best friend (Y/B/F/N) hisses across the small table at Tim Horton’s, where your weekly study group often convened. All of your friends take not-so-subtle glances and giggle with each other. “Look, but don’t make it look like you’re looking.” (Y/B/F/N) suggests. You pretend to cough into your arm, turning to keep ‘germs’ away from the group. You find yourself staring into the light gray eyes of a very embarrassed hockey player. You both look away at the same time, instead seeing all of your friends dying of silent laughter.

“He’s cute.” (Y/F/N) comments.

“That’s Dylan Larkin.” You say in disbelief. You’re honestly shocked that none of your friends realized it; they’ve all been to Red Wings games in the past, and they’ve seen you wear your Larkin jersey and heard you go on and on about him many times in the past year.

“No it’s not!” Someone inevitably whips out their phone and searches his name on Google, eagerly passing the phone around to confirm that it actually is Dylan Larkin.

“You have to talk to him.” (Y/O/F/N) says. You shake your head firmly.

“That is definitely not happening.” Nonetheless, you can’t help but to glance up at the counter again. Dylan Larkin is still taking furtive peeks at you while what looks to be a group of his own annoying friends attempt to goad him into making a move.

“C’mon, (Y/N)! When’s the last time you went on a date, let alone had a boyfriend?” (Y/B/F/N) points out.

“That is...besides the point. Besides,” You take a sip of your coffee. “He’s probably not even looking at me. I’m sure there’s some Instagram model eating a donut somewhere in here. Can we please get back to studying? I’d rather not fail this biology test.” Everyone finally agrees to let the subject be, going back to studying.

Twenty minutes pass before your friends start to put their plan into action.

“(Y/N), can you go grab us some more donuts?” You glance up at (Y/F/N) as you rub your eyes.

“Why me?” You whine, not wanting to get up and make the 20-foot walk to the counter.

“Because you’re closest. Please?” You sigh and stand.

“Fine. But we’re getting Canadian Maples.” You decide to sweeten your end of the bargain by making sure all of the donuts are your favorite as you grab the pile of random ones that your friends all pooled together, heading towards the counter.

“Hi, what can I get for you today?” The cashier asks brightly. You’re acutely aware of the fact that Dylan Larkin is mere inches away from you, still staring at you as you attempt to ignore him, smiling at the young boy working behind the register.

“Hey, can I please get 12 Canadian Maples?” You ask.

“We only have six up here. Let me go and check in the back; I’m sure that we have another batch.” You nod as the cashier moves to go to the kitchen. You barely type in your phone password before a voice speaks up.

“So how did you get roped into being the one to get everyone else food?” Dylan Larkin is grinning goofily at you, cheeks tinged pink as you feel the sudden need to pinch yourself in an attempt to make sure the situation is real.

“I’m getting a box of my favorite donuts instead of ordering everyone else’s favorites.” You explain lamely, trying not to giggle like a little fangirl. Dylan raises an eyebrow.

“You mean Canadian Maples aren’t everyone’s favorite donut?” He asks as you laugh.

“I have a pretty boring group of friends, if their taste in pastries is any indication of their personalities.”

“You know what they say about food being the true way to tell who a person is…” Dylan trails off. You’re not quite sure where he’s going with this as you look at him curiously.

“I really don’t know what they say.” You confess.

“Well, if that saying that I made up is actually correct, then you seem like the kind of person I want to get to know better.” You slap a hand over your mouth as you try not to giggle like a five year old girl.

“Very smooth, Dylan.” Your eyes widen as you realize that you’ve completely blown your cover. Dylan’s eyes mirror your alarm before he chuckles.

“So you do know who I am.” You glance away, extremely embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry. I promise that I’m not some crazy fan who stalks you or whatever-I mean, I do have your jersey and-I should really just stop talking.” You mutter the last part, reaching for the six donuts the cashier had left out for you and attempting to leave. Before you can turn, Dylan latches onto your wrist, making you look at him.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Honestly, you’re probably the only hockey fan I’ve ever talked to who hasn’t mentioned that they’re huge fans the second they see me. Besides, your unwillingness to talk to me when I was trying to get you to see that I was interested in you was very cute.”

“It was?” You squeak out. Dylan nods, eyes twinkling.

“Oh yeah. Nothing makes you want a girl more than when she’s ignoring you while her friends make fun of her for it.” He teases. You’re about to speak up when the cashier comes back out, holding another tray full of donuts.

“Found them! Would you like these in a box?” You glance over at your friends. Besides the fact that they’re all looking intensely at your exchange with Dylan, most of the supplies are packed up into various bags.

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best. I think we’re heading out.” You reach into your pocket for the cash as the cashier starts boxing them up. Before you can lay down the money on the counter, Dylan’s already beat you, slapping a ten into the cashier’s waiting hand. You look up at Dylan who winks at you.

“Dylan, you don’t have to do that.”

“I do, but I want something in return.”

“What’s that?” You ask nervously as Dylan’s face gets closer to yours. The tension is suddenly broken by Dylan breaking into a grin.

“Your name?” You laugh when you realize that, although you had known his name, he never got the chance to ask you for yours.

“Oh! It’s (Y/N).” Dylan tests the name out. In that moment, you’ve never liked your name more than when it’s rolling off of his tongue.

“That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Dylan looks to the cashier. “Do you have a Sharpie?” One is quickly produced for Dylan. As he uncaps it with his teeth, he looks up at you. “You can’t look, okay?” You nod, turning away to see all of your friends silently cheering. “Alright! There ya go!” He hands you the box with one hand, sheepishly holding one of your donuts in his other hand.

“Thank you again; you really didn’t have to pay for a bunch of college students’ donuts.”

“Anything to help the great cause of education.” Dylan smiles before becoming serious, taking your hand as you internally scream. “I’ll see you again?” Although he phrases it as a question, you know that there’s no question about it.

“Of course. I’ll be the one with the super annoying friends.”

“It appears that we have that in common as well.” You look behind Dylan to see his friends waving at you, sly grins on their faces.

“C’mon (Y/N)!” (Y/B/F/N) calls from the doorway.

“I better get going.” Dylan lets go of your hand as you pull away.

“I’ll be seeing you, (Y/N).” Your heart flutters as you nod, quickly turning away and joining the throng of your astonished classmates.

“I cannot believe that just happened! What did he write on the box?” In all honesty, you completely forgot that Dylan Larkin had wrote on your box of donuts.

Hope it’s okay that I stole one of your donuts! Maybe I can take you out for a proper breakfast date--one without friends making fun of our inability to talk to cute people?

Dylan (xxx) xxx-xxxx

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