Dylan Strome imagine
I read on some puckbunny pages (it’s kinda helpful to find out which dudes are asshole if you want to check it out, i’m not really interested in who’s banging who but more into who treats girls like shit) that Dylan does kind of get around. I don’t know if that’s true but i’m going to assume it is for the sake of this imagine.
You were currently making breakfast in yours and Dylan’s kitchen when said boy made his way into the room.
“Mornin’ ” he mumbled a pressed a kiss against your cheek. He was only clad in boxers and reeked of last night.
“Your hookup staying for breakfast?”
Dylan who was halfway falling asleep on top of you hummed.
“Or do you need me to pretend to be your girlfriend again so she leaves.”
“Nah, last night was great. Might as well give her some bacon for it.”
You sighed and cracked another egg open in the pan. Dylan left to go shower and a few minutes later last night’s puckbunny stumbled out of his bedroom.
“He’s in the shower. If you want you can go join him.”
She stared at you for a moment, obviously ashamed of being seen. After she saw your shirt she loosened up a bit. Dylan had gotten you the shirt a week after you moved in with him. The front said in big bold letters not his girlfriend while the back proclaimed just his roomie. It has become your regular sleep shirt, just in case one of his hook ups walked into you.
The girl looked like she wanted to follow your advice and you sighed.
“Second door to the left. Before you go, how do you like your eggs ”
She turned around and walked towards the bathroom door. Before she disappeared she turned back to you.
Of course she is.
After an awkward breakfast with double bacon and eggs for you, Ellie or Nellie or something like that left and Dylan threw himself onto the couch. He turned on the tv and leaned back.
“What’s the plan today?”
You put away the last of the dishes and joined him on the couch.
“I’ve got school and then work. You’ve got practice at 5 and at 9 you’ve got a Skype date with McJesus scheduled.”
You liked Connor a lot. You’ve been friends since you were little kids and he was the one that suggested you and Dylan room together because apparently he “trusted Dylan with you” which only made you a little mad. As weirdly depowering it was he also “trusted you with Dylan” so you thought it had to do less with your gender and more with your personality.
Dylan was awesome. He let you live in his spare room rent free and didn’t protest when you started to take over basic tasks all over the place like cleaning the apartment or cooking. He never treated you like you had to do these. His friends sometimes joked about you definitely being the mom friend but they were the same friends that needed your help to do their laundry. You’ve come to find out hockey players are just overgrown children.
You went to your room to change before taking your bag and getting ready to leave for university.
“What? I don’t get a goodbye kiss?”
You walked over to the couch, took his face between your hands, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“Don’t spend the entire day napping and if you have a puck bunny over…”
He cut you off.
“No sex on any surface that you could come in contact with aka sofa or kitchen, the shower is okay but clean it after and don’t let her use your shampoo. I know the rules Y/N. Now go or you’ll miss class.”
You sighed and walked towards the door.
“I might go out with Y/F/N after work and I need you to be dd for me if I do. I’ll call.”
With that you walked outside. The drive to campus wasn’t long and less than an hour later you plopped down onto the seat Y/F/N saved you. She took one look at you and sighed.
You let your head rest on the tiny table in front of you.
“Yeah. Dylan brought home another girl and I swear they were doing it against my wall the entire night.”
“Oh sweetie. You know if you’d just tell him how you feel…”
She pulled you into a hug and you had to hold back tears.
“It’s okay. I told you I’d get over him eventually. Wanna get drunk tonight?”
You weren’t legal in Erie yet but thankfully you’ve got fake IDs.
“You know getting drunk won’t solve anything, right?”
“I know, but tonight I just really really want to hook up with a stranger and get over Dylan.”