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#2 Dylan Larkin

4For @hurri-kane

i love your writing so much, your imagines are so good! could you possibly do a really cute dylan larkin imagine about him coming home after a road trip?

I haven’t really done a getting together one in a while tbh.

Song suggestion of the day: Suicide Saturday by Hippo campus (esp the acoustic version i’ve been listening to it a lot)

Originally posted by dyllarkin

‘Stop whining, I’ll be home tomorrow.’

You rolled your eyes at the text as it flashed up on your phone screen. God, he was insufferable even on the other side of the country. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him, but there was no way you were going to tell him that. 

‘Are you at home still, don’t you have somewhere to be?’

Refraining from rolling your eyes again, you typed up your response. ‘I’m already out. What are you, my babysitter?’

‘Well it feels like it sometimes.’

‘Don’t be rude, you’re the one who wanted me to live with you.’ You scoffed

‘Yeah, to keep an eye on you.’

‘And because you don’t know how to do anything for yourself.’

He didn’t reply after that, making you smother your laughter with a cough. You were spending your afternoon at the local cafe with a coffee and one of the books you had as assigned reading. You were actually supposed to be going on a date at the same place but you decided to get there a little early to get some work done. You hadn’t really been on many dates recently. In fact, since moving to Detroit, you’d been on a grand total of 0, which was partially given the fact that you couldn’t be bothered, but mostly due to the way you were a little bit okay, a lot in love with Dylan. Funnily enough, it was Dylan who had actually convinced you to go on the date, who he knew from hockey or something. If you were honest, he seemed like a great guy but it always felt unfair to try to commit to someone when you had feelings for someone else. Still, Dylan had been pretty persistent and you’d agreed, just to shut him up. 

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#4 Dylan Larkin

Could you do a Dylan Larkin one when it’s just the reader sitting in his bed while he gets ready for a game? Y'know and it’s just fluff?

Warnings: short

okay my feature wall is blue bc i failed with the whole concept of feature wall so its like a light blue that blends in with the rest of the room smh i am a flawed individual

Song suggestion: Cape cod kwassa kwassa by vampire weekend

Originally posted by karlssquist

“I told you that shirt looked good.” you stated, watching your boyfriend moving around the bedroom as he prepared to leave for the game tonight.

“Well seeing as you were the one who picked it, I would hope so.” he chuckled, doing up the last couple of buttons as he watched you walk over to trace a scratch on his cheekbone.

“You know I’m actually starting to warm up to it. Guess I won’t be too mad if it does scar after all.”

“Oh really now?” he mused with a smirk.

You hummed. “Adds character.” you informed him, placing a kiss to his lips before moving to flop down on the bed, making him laugh.

“Did I not have enough character before?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

You pouted at him, knowing his was teasing. “You know what I mean.”

“I’m sure I don’t.” he replied with a smirk, leaning down to kiss you gently. “Which tie?” he questioned, straightening up and grabbing an assortment of ties, holding each of them up to his shirt collar.

“Well, the blue one .” you retorted with a roll of your eyes.

He rolled his eyes as well. “Well, which blue one?” he replied, doing his best to imitate you. You shot him a glare and he laughed.

“You gotta colour coordinate, babe.” you explained.

“Can you not have a feature tie?” he replied, raising his eyebrow with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes again. “Not the stupid feature wall again.” you whined, standing up from the bed to pluck the tie from his hand. “No you cannot have a feature tie, that’s not a thing.”

You guys had been planning on repainting for a while now but Dylan totally did not get the whole feature wall concept. You swear you’d spent more time explaining than picking out colours.

You could feel Dylan watching you as you did up his tie for him. Finally looking up when you finished, and he lit up with a grin kissing you gently. “Thank you, my love.”

“Yeah, yeah.” you rolled your eyes with a slight blush tinting your cheeks, making him grin even wider as he wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned down to kiss you agin, still grinning happily.

“You’re gonna be late.” you told him in between kisses. He hummed un response but continued with what he was doing. “Dylan.” you protested, pulling away. He pouted at you.

“Can we finish this later?” he whined.

You smirked. “Depends on if you win, no?”

“Cheeky.” he told you, moving across the room to collect his suit jacket. 

“And you know it.” you replied. “I’ll see you after the game, okay?” you told him, cupping his face and kissing him quickly.

“Will I?” he mused. “or is that only after a win too?”

you rolled your eyes. “Get outta here, you.”