NHL Imagines

Dylan Strome (1) (Arizona Coyotes)

You were sitting on your couch, wrapped up in a blanket when the front door opens. 

"Hey (Y/N) , I'm home!" your boyfriend called out. You and your boyfriend had been going out for years now and now that you were both 18, you decided to move in together.  Your boyfriend is Dylan Strome .  

He walked into the living room and infront of you with a big smile on his face, but that's not what you noticed first - the first thing you noticed was that big gash on his forehead. 

"Oh my gosh! Dylan! You're hurt!" you cried out. 

" Oh, it's nothing, babe serio-," he began to try and calm you down but you cut him off. 

"Nuh-uh! Don't tell me it's nothing!" you started scolding him, " sit here, i'll be right back," you said, pushing him down on to the couch, before rushing to find your first aid kit. 

You found it within minutes and made your way back to where Dylan was patiently waiting. 

You crouched down in front of him to get a better look at his cut and cringed. 

Sighing, you began to treat the wound. 

"You know Dylan, I love hockey just as much as you do but seriously, try to not come home hurt, please. It kills me, you know? Even if it's a little bruise," you whispered as you bandaged up the cut. 

As you were putting the supplies back into your first aid kid, Dylan caught your hand, forcing you to look up at him. 

" I know (Y/N), I love you, and I'll try to come home with as few injuries as possible - no promises though," he said winking.  

You rolled your eyes," you're such a dork," you teased. 

"Only for you babe, only for you," he replied before pulling you in for a kiss. 

Let's just say, things got heated pretty quickly. 

*sorry for making this soo short! If there's anything you'd like me to change, let me know!