Dylan Strome after every Oilers game of 2017-2018 season:
*calls Ryan* "Hi bro!"
"Hi Dyls! How ar-"
"Tell me how Connor is! What is he doing these days?? Is he doing well?? He's playing so good I'm so proud of him, tell me news about him please please! And don't forget to tell him I love him and I miss him!! Now talk!!"
(Why does he look so good and his brother looks dead??)
Omg I had so much fun with this request so anon, I really
hope you like this one (and that you’re still reading XD)! Enjoy guys!
Warning: I think a few curse words
Anon Request: Ahhhh I love your blog so much!!! Could you do
an imagine where the reader is a giant rangers fan but becomes friends with an
ny islander (Ryan strome maybe?) during the off season and doesn’t realize what
he does/ who he plays for until the season starts? I love your writing so much
that I get phone alerts when you post stuff and read it immediately 😉😉
you laughed as he cannonballed into the pool, splashing you. “You
Anon asked: hi there! I was wondering if you could write a Ryan strome or Anders lee one? Thanks :))
This one is much more angst filled than I originally planned so sorry anon if that isn’t your thing. I chose Ryan Strome so that I could include my beloved Dylan Strome. I might make a part two for this even if it is for myself so that there is some closure. I have no problem with broad requests, it gives me more free reign of course but when you give me that much power I essentially abuse it. I hope you enjoy this angsty, emotional rollercoaster!
Growing up you and Dylan Strome had been best friends. It
was hard to stay in touch after he was drafted and you moved to New York for
college but somehow you managed. As a result, you didn’t get to see each other
often but it made the reunions back home all the better. This time you were
nervous to see Dylan, though you spoke nearly every night there was something
you had yet to tell him. Despite the constant contact and the infinite chances you
had he didn’t know you had a boyfriend. It wasn’t that you thought he would disapprove;
it was because you knew he would disapprove. Your boyfriend of over a year was none
other than Ryan Strome: Dylan’s older brother.
You hadn’t known Ryan well growing up because he was three
years older and had been drafted just as you and Dylan entered high school.
When their mother caught wind of you attending college in New York she put you
in contact with Ryan so you’d have a familiar face. You two hit it off
instantly and he soon became a very close friend. Dylan joked with you about
not falling for his brother and he threated his brother to not make a move on
you but it couldn’t be helped. Six months after your initial meeting Ryan asked
you out and you had been together since.
The two of you would be traveling together on your trip home
and after a long discussion decided it was time that Dylan knew. The two of you
were planning to take a cab back to the Strome’s home since it was across the
street from yours but the whooping hockey player at the gate stopped you in
your tracks. You quickly dropped your hand from Ryan’s and stuffed it into your
jacket pocket, he mirrored your movement. Dylan was waving from the other side
of the gate and you forced yourself to not look at Ryan when you walked over.
“Dylan,” you said confused, “what are you doing here?”
Dylan smiled, “I can’t let my best friend, who I haven’t seen in months take a
cab home. It’s too expensive and I know how broke college students are.”
You reached across the barrier to hug him, “well thank you for coming.”
Ryan coughed on your right, “what about me little bro?”
“You can’t call me little anymore. I’m two inches taller
than you,” Dylan insisted but pulled him into a hug anyway.
You made eye contact with Ryan over Dylan’s shoulder and mouthed,
“what do we do?”