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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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drabblemesilly · 6 years

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Dylan Larkin #6.1

Requested by Anon: Could you write one (Carter hart, Connor McDavid, Mitch, auston, eichs, Larkin or Nate Bastian) along the lines of: you're really shy and good friends with (player of choice) and they're super close and protective/supportive of you (like they know well so they'll like order stuff for you so you don't have to and they can read you really well) and they've kinda helped you become way less shy. But then one of their teammates makes a joke about like when will you guys date And while mentally panicking you do the whole "what no! We're best friends." And then afterward he's like really weird because he kinda just realised that he doesn't like being just your best friend and then he's really grumpy and like idk almost gets in a fight and is really reckless and then afterwards while you're waiting (because he's taking agessss) you get chatting to some guy and he's furious (idk if this is going to be wayyy to long omg) but he doesn't say anything and just doesn't Just doesn't speak to you for ages and you're so furious so you don't speak to him and idk you can finish it (IM SORRY ITS SO LONG but I'm fuelled by angst).

*YOU GUYS! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! This is a loooong request and so a very looong fic. You know I love me some angsty, Larks multi-parters. This is the first of 3, maybe 4, chapters. I feel so good about this and I hope you do too. Enjoy!*

Word count: 1,316

Pro tip: never kick a door open when you weigh next to nothing, no matter how angry or agitated you are. Really, you’ve tried kicking down Dylan Larkin’s front door twice now and the only thing it’s gotten you is a sore foot and a wounded pride. Damn it, Dylan. Why can’t anything just go the way they’re supposed to?

Why can’t he just answer your calls or respond to your messages? Fuck, he can’t even be bothered to show up to your Sunday brunch place – the one you’ve always gone to on Sundays if he’s in town and has the time. He can’t even make up excuses because they only had home games this week.

Toning down your annoyance, you gave the door another wild knock, “I know you’re in there,” you leaned into the banister, “Dylan! I can hear Mario Kart, bitch.”

You looked around the porch to look for a comfortable place to sit in, determined to stay here until Dylan opens the door and talks to you. At this rate, you’ll have to sneak into their dressing room at the arena to see him. Whatever in the world did you do?

Okay, so the last time you saw him was at Anthony Mantha’s apartment. That was Friday night and you were there to celebrate because he was finally going to be reinstated. You had fun, some booze… maybe a little too much booze, if you are being honest, and then Dylan brought you home. Like usual.

He hasn’t talked to you since. Which is very much not like the usual.

Taking out your phone, you opened your messages and stopped until you landed on his last message, ‘I’m outside,’ was what he texted you that Friday night, telling you that he was ready to go home and that you should be too.

It’s been almost two weeks since then and this radio silence thing has got to stop, especially after his fourth fight in as many games last night. Dylan Larkin fighting: out of the ordinary but always welcomed. Dylan Larkin fighting for four games in a row: uh-oh.

Why is he so freaking angry?

Your ears perked when you heard some sort of shuffling inside. FINA-FUCKING-LY.

Except your heart deflated when the door opened and Luke Glendening appeared.

“You look like you need another layer on you,” he said as a way of saying hello, a smile playing on his face.

“If that’s your way of telling me I should leave, better luck next time brother,” you replied, sliding your phone back into your pocket and crossing your arms on your chest, “I’m not leaving until whatever’s up Dylan’s ass crawls out of it.”

For someone so big and bulky, Luke didn’t make any sort of sound as he gingerly closed the door and leaned against it, “he’s really not feeling you right now, bud,” he shook his head, “I don’t know why.”

“You and me both,” you sighed, “he hasn’t talked to me in two weeks,” you rubbed your face, “I just want him to tell me what I did.”

Straightening, Luke dangled his house keys in front of you, “I’m gonna go grab something to eat,” he said, walking down the front porch and into the driveway.

You watched him stop and turn back to face you, “tell him you found these in the porch,” he winked before tossing his keys towards you, almost hitting you on the head, “blow him or something, kid,” he laughed, “he needs to let all those steam out.”

For the record, Dylan Larkin is your best friend and nothing more. It doesn’t look it now because he’s being a jerk but he was the one who helped you overcome your stutter back in 4th grade. When he was confused whether he should go the collegiate way or give up his NCAA eligibility and go to the major juniors, you stayed up all night with him listing the pros and cons. He was there, front and center, when you graduated and you cheered the loudest when he got drafted.

There’s no Dylan Larkin without you and no you without him. It’s just the way it is.

Except apparently, there is a Dylan Larkin without you and this particular Dylan… he’s not all that amazing. He’s angry and picks fights with men like Zdeno Chara and Tom Wilson.

You let yourself in the house and followed the sound of something cooking, finding Dylan chopping some nuts in the kitchen. He’s sporting a pretty good shiner, courtesy of his last conquest: Brayden Point.

Leaning against the archway leading to the kitchen, you nodded at his blackeye, “nice shiner you got there, bud,” you casually commented, trying so hard to not yell at him.

Aaaaand nothing. He didn’t say anything, like you weren’t even there.

Hopping on the bar stool just a few feet away from him, you picked a grape and started eating, “okay,” you shrugged, “you can ignore me but that’s not gonna get you anywhere.”

Still nothing. Woah, he’s good at this silent treatment thing.

“Really?” you shook your head, picking another grape, “you’re just gonna ignore me like you’ve been doing the last few weeks?”

Taking out a book from your bag, you wiggled in your seat, “then I’m just gonna stay here and make myself comfortable.”

“Suit yourself,” he muttered, turning around to toss the nuts into the pan.

You almost fell off the stool from sheer happiness. Holy Lord, he talks.

“’Kay,” you nonchalantly turned the page of your book, not really reading. Instead, you’re watching him move around the kitchen, shoulders so tight that he looked like he needed some deep tissue massage. His cheeks were tomato-red and the bruise around his eye looked as angry as he did.

Dylan Larkin, for all intents and purposes, looks like he is not in the mood to talk to you.

“Seriously, Dyl,” you sighed, closing the book before turning to him, “what’s up?”

“Nothing,” he said, avoiding eye contact, “you should go.”

“Oh,” you huffed, chuckling a little, “no one’s leaving until you untwist your panties, boo.”

That was the worst thing you could have said. Heh.

Rolling his eyes, Dylan shoved on hand into his curls and let out a frustrated sigh, eyes suddenly piercing you in place, “what do you want?” he spat.

“I just want to know why you’re ignoring me,” for all your fake bravado and macho stuff, you really can’t get mad at Dylan. He’s too important in your life that you just can’t risk it.

“We’re best friends,” he sounded so angry that you just sat there dumbfounded. His words were a conflict to his tone so you really don’t know how to respond to that.

“Okay?” you urged.

“You said,” he let out angrily, “we’re best friends.”

“We are best friends,” you argued, “we’ve been best friends for more than half our lives, Deedee,” when in doubt, use the childhood nickname he was never really fond of.

“You told the rookie that we were best friends,” he repeated, probably referring to Michael Rasmussen, who you were talking to at the party.

Now he just sounds like a petulant child, “we ARE best friends, what is wrong with you?” you finally stepped off the stool so you can poke his chest, “why are you so angry at me for telling people that you’re my best friend, that’s the truth. You’re my best friend, right?”

“I am,” he answered back, “and I’m not angry at you,” he said, eyes softening a little, “I’m angry at myself.”

“Okay now you just don’t make any sense.”

“You said we were best friends,” he said again, taking the plate he prepared, “just best friends,” he added so silently that you almost missed it.

Dylan gave you a lopsided smile, “think about that,” he shrugged, “you know where to find me.”

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running-on-fanfiction · 7 years

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Dylan Larkin - Eat, please.

Dylan Larkin- sad

Author’s Note: This is in honor for BellLetsTalk. Which is actually today (since I’m writing this on Wednesday). It’s okay to talk about what you are dealing with, there’s always someone here for you. I’m always here for any of you, and I know a lot of other Fic blogs that are as well. You are never alone, no matter what you feel. I’m not new to mental health issues, so you can’t scare me. -Julianne

Warnings: Depression, anxiety.

It started off like any other day. You felt on top of the world than around two in the afternoon it hit you. You felt the numb feeling take over your body. It felt like it was raining in your head, but it was sunny outside. You hated the sun. By the time you got home you felt the need to go to bed, and that’s just what you did.

“Y/N, I’m home sweetheart.” Dylan’s voice rang through the house.

The pit in your stomach sank. You hated being around Dylan like this. You knew he meant well, and you hated the fact that you ended up hurting him. You placed the covers under your head.

“Babe. Are you okay?” He asked as he sat on the bed next to you.

“Yeah, I just have a bad headache.” You lied.

“Do you want me to get you anything? Advil? Candy? Food? Cuddles?” He giggled.

“No, I’m good. Thank you though.” You said still hiding under the covers.

“Okay. Why don’t you get some sleep and I’ll go get something for dinner.” Dylan said kissing your covered head. You hummed as you waited for Dylan to leave the room.

You managed to get some sleep, but woke up when you smelled the sweet smell of chicken. You turned to see a plate full of food on your end table. You looked around to see if Dylan was there, that’s when you saw the note.

“Went to the game. I’ll see you at 10. Eat. Love you. -Dylan”

You placed the note down and looked at the food. It smelled wonderful, but you knew it wasn’t going down. You called the dog in and placed the food in front of him. Once, he was done you picked up the plate and placed it back on the table, before going back to sleep.

Dylan came back at 10 like he said and saw you fast asleep. He smiled to himself until he saw the plate. The plant was empty but the fork was untouched. He knew the patterned of your depression. He knew the signs, and when he saw you under the covers he knew it was acting up again. He kissed your forehead before taking the plate and fork downstairs. Where he also called is mom.

You woke up to see that it was six in the morning. You knew that Dylan would already be at the rink. Placing one of Dylan’s dress shirts on you made your way into the kitchen to make yourself some hot tea. Once, you got to the kitchen you curses yourself for not looking in the driveway to make sure Dylan was really gone.

“I made you some peanut butter pancakes.” He said as he sat at the table arms crossed. He had his hockey bag sitting next to him.

“Hey, why aren’t you at work?” You said with a fake smile.

“I need you to eat.” He said sternly.

“Dylan, I ate last night.” You smiled.

“No, you didn’t.”

Your body ran cold. You knew your face changed but you still tried the fake smile.

“Yes, I did.” You chuckled nervously as you messed with the mug in your hands.

“The fork was untouched and I placed it a way that I would noticed if it moved. When, I checked the fork was in the same places as I left it.”

Now, you felt anger. You knew he meant well, but your depression took over. You slammed the mug down and were shocked when it didn’t break.

“Are you spying on me!”

“I’m worried about you, Y/N! I love you and I wanted you alive.” He said looking more mad than you.

“I’m not going to die from not eating one meal Dy.” You scoffed.

“So, eat.”

“What.”

“Eat the pancakes.”

“I can’t.” You said feeling the tears getting ready to pour.

Dylan’s face change. He saw your face, he hated being the bad guy but he has been there to many time and he did love you. You were his wife, and he hated seeing you deal with this alone.

“I’m going to call off work and you and I are going to see someone.”

“Dylan, I don’t want to get locked up.” You cried, as he hugged you.

“I wouldn’t let that happen, as long as you eat. Please. I love you. I hate seeing you like this. If you don’t want to go to the doctors then talk to me. I need you to talk. You hold to much in and you let it eat you. I’m here for you. My mom’s here for you. My dad, my brother. Hell the team is. You are not alone, I know you feel like you are but you aren’t. We all love you. I love you, but I need you to try and I need you to eat.” He said wiping away the tears from your eyes.

You felt scared but you knew that he was right. You reached up and wiped the tears from his eyes, before you ate your pancakes.

-Julianne

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hookingminor · 3 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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equallyshaw · 2 years

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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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kniesyswrld · 3 years

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Finger F*ck• d.larkin

(Dylan Larkin plays with your pussy, he is just that bored)

Warning(s): Fingering

It’s all consensual

Song Inspired By: I Endorse These Strippers by Nicki Minaj

“I can’t sleep.” I whined to Dylan as he was trying to go to bed, I rolled on top of him and he groans. “I’m trying to go to bed, Y/n. I have work tomorrow you really can’t be doing this.” He said to me and I groaned.

I rubbed my hand up and down his bicep and he doesn’t do anything, “What about me, baby?” I asked him and he ignored me, so I kept pushing his cheek.

“Help me sleep, Dylan. I’m desperate.” I said and kept poking him, he pushed me away from him and turns on his side. I got out of bed and went over to his side of the bed.

I push my ass against his face and he backed away, “Let me sleep.” He said to me, “You didn’t like my ass in your face?” I asked him, “Not when I’m trying to sleep.” He said and I pout, “Please do something so I can sleep.” I said.

“Want me to knock you out?” He asked and I rolled my eyes at him, “You aren’t funny.” I said and he sighed, “Either are you.” He told me and I kissed his arm.

I look at him and he’s looking down at me, “I don’t know what you want me to do, I need to sleep myself.” He said and I sighed, “Play with my pussy.” I said to him.

“Babe.” He said, “You don’t want to?” I asked him and started touching his chest. “I didn’t really want to but now I do.” He said to me, “Come on, princess. Take off your pants and stuff let daddy see that pretty pussy.” He said to me.

I lift my hips up and took all my stuff off. My pussy was wet and you could tell from just a look, “So wet for me.” He said and ran a finger over the wetness and I let out a whimper.

“Just close your eyes and fall asleep while I do this to you.” He said to me, “Ok.” I smiled and he takes some wetness from my pussy and dips his finger in it, he used the wetness as lube to play with my clit.

My hips bucked and he held me down, “Just relax and go to sleep.” He said to me and I bit my lip but nodded. “Ok.” I say and he massages my clit with his thumb and I moaned a bit.

“That’s it, baby.” He said as he saw my body relax as he slowly finger fucked me to sleep. I woke up when I came and it was so good, “Fuck.” I said and he sighed, “That was hot.” He said and I kiss his lips.

I smiled at him, “Let’s go to sleep now, baby.” I said to him and he nods. He cuddled into me and I lift my bare leg over his thigh and nuzzle my head into his neck.

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braden-holtbys · 4 years

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Call Me

A/N: Hey all, so I’m back for now. I’m a bittttt rusty, so sorry if this isn’t as good as my other fics. Anyways enjoy and as always it’ll be under the cut.

“I can’t keep doing this Y/N,” Dylan suddenly said, his gaze looking downward at the ground to avoid any eye contact. “I think we just got caught up in our romantic feelings for each other and it got to be too much.”

“Dyl, maybe we can talk this out,” you replied, your voice was barely above the noise of cars passing by.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” he said before backing away. “I need to get back to practice.” And just like that, he walked back into the Red Wings practice rink.

Larkin, Dylan Larkin. That was the last time and the last conversation you had with him and that was over three months ago. So far, you’ve been doing okay. Some of your friends, occasionally family, hell even some other players or their wife or girlfriend came over to check up and hang out with you.

There were days where you absolutely missed Dylan and wondered what went wrong. You’d lay in bed staring at the ceiling with the tv on in the background or be in the kitchen making something to eat and think about him. It did you no favors when you think about him and wonder if he’s thinking about you at all.

“Hey wanna watch a movie?” Dylan asked as you plopped down on the couch with popcorn.

“Yeah. Whatcha thinking about?” you replied, cuddling up with him. He flipped through the channels trying to find something you both would like. To no avail, he put the remote down and looked at you.

“How about a studio ghibli movie?” he asked again before grabbing some popcorn.

“Absolutely,” you said with a smile. God, he knew you so well.

Memories like this sometimes flooded your mind when you thought of him, but you tried your best to keep moving on with your day.

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I’m sorry ‘bout last night. I called you to apologize but I’m not sure my voicemail went through. That sad look in your eyes cut me deep like a sharp knife. I don’t know how to make it up to you.

“Larkin why did you leave her?” Mantha pressed once again for the millionth time in the past few months. The team was in the locker room getting ready for the game. “I mean you’ve been looking down since ya broke it off.”

“Look, it was getting bad for me because I feel like she was getting too clingy,” Dylan replied, pressed because of how tired he was from being pestered by mates.

“Okay but was it getting bad for you or is it really on her?” Ryan added, passing by to sit in his stall. Dylan scoffed, but it made him think about it more. “You know she really cares about you.”

“How do you know? Have you seen her around?”

“Well some of the girls have passed by her place,” Mantha stated. “She says that she never meant to come off as clingy, but wanted to see more effort or loosen up a bit when you come home.”

“She said that about me?” Dylan’s head perked up to look at the guys, the sparkles were in his eyes.

“Straight from the source my dude. At least that’s what some of the girls said to us about what she said,” Mantha replied as he got up to get his stick. “Maybe you should call her sometime.”

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Your phone buzzed and you wondered who could be texting you so late at night. Picking it up, you saw the notification on the screen. Dylan.

‘Can I call?’

“What the fuck....,” you whispered as you put your phone down and flipped through the tv channels. You didn’t even bother texting back, it was too late at night and you were too sleepy to even think about it.

Over the next few days, there were a few missed notifications from Dylan. Mostly calls and some texts, but why would he try this months later? It was beyond you when he was the one who ended it.

You called me a lot of things. You called me this, you called me that, when are you gonna call me? You called me a lot of things but when are you gonna call me back? Call me! You know I’m waiting, know I’m waiting by the phone.

Occasionally you’d flip the channels to see if the Red Wings were on. You’ve been even more curious since the relationship was over. You wondered if the girls or the other mates said something to him to warrant him wanting to talk again.

You finally found the channel they were on and stuck to it.

“Goal by Larkin!!!!” the announcer exclaimed. “The Red Wings finally get one on the board, twelve minutes into the second period.”

“Yes finally, the captain gets his tenth goal of the season,” the other announcer added. You can see the sparkle in his eyes as soon as the camera panned to Dylan. A smile came on your face, somehow making you forget for a bit that you were feeling down because of him.

You know I’m waiting all alone. Every time my phone lights up, I’m so let down. How long are you gonna keep this up? I need you now.

The game had finished, unfortunately with the Red Wings losing 4-2 to the Blues. You went to do something else halfway through the post game interview since you weren’t really interested in whatever was on anymore anyways.

As soon as you walk away, your phone starts to ring. You rolled your eyes as you got your phone off the coffee table to see the screen light up with Dylan on the phone.

“Dyl?”

“Y/N,” he started to say. “Thank god you picked up.”

“What is it?”

“I wanted to talk because I made a mistake-”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh really now?” “Look Y/N, let’s meet up. Are you free tomorrow?” “Uhhh yeah in fact I am.”

“Great, see you tomorrow. The usual spot?”

“Yeah that’s fine.”

Your phone buzzed again from a text from Dylan with a date and time.

I wish I could rewind back to the good times, the sunsets out in Malibu. When my hand fits just right in the back pocket of your Levi’s, I wish I was back there with you.

You sat at your favorite cafe waiting for Dylan to show up. It felt like an eternity yet your phone only showed that eight minutes had passed. But Dylan finally pulled up and pulled out his seat.

“Hey Y/N, long time no see,” Dylan said just as he sat down.

“Hey Dyl. So what did you want to talk about?” you asked.

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I really made a mistake with the break up-” he spoke quietly. “I just thought it would be better.”

“Why? Did you think I was holding you back? Did I seem too clingy?” you asked again.

“Y-yeah, but-”

“Look Dyl, I’m sure you heard from the boys, but I honestly just wanted a little more effort in the relationship. You know, more than just the times that we watch movies at home. I love you a lot, and the break up still hurts me though. I never really understood why being a little too clingy was the breaking point,” you stated.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I made you feel that way. Would you still try again with me?” he asked with a small smile.

“I mean---- I guess I’m willing to give it another shot. Mister Larkin,” you cooed. “Guess we both got something to work on.

Ooooooh I can't live without you. Ooooooh Know I'm all about you. Call me, call me, call me.

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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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