NHL Imagines

Dylan Larkin (Detroit Red Wings)

"Dylan, I suck at this. There's no point on even trying anymore," I groaned "and I'm about four seconds away from breaking this stick in half and leaving the ice anyway,"

"Hey, there will be no stick breaking of any sorts on my watch. Especially because that's one of my sticks, a very good one may I add. Don't give up, loser," he lightly hit the back of my head.

I rolled my eyes and reached the stick out, sliding a puck in front of me. Dylan smiled at clapped me on the back, skating away with a puck of his own. I stood and practiced some of the movements he'd shown me earlier, becoming a bit more used to them.

"See you're getting it," he stopped next to me "now, how about doing it while you're moving?"

"I don't know..." I bit my lip nervously "how about we go see a movie or something instead?"

He laughed and shook his head. "You're the one that told me you wanted to learn. You're not giving up. You woke me up at 7:00 in the morning to learn how to handle the puck. We aren't leaving here until you at least know the basics. I won't allow it,"

I threw my head back dramatically and let out a groan of annoyance. Dylan just chuckled and whistled, telling me to start. I moved the puck around carefully, slowly skating down the ice.

To my surprise, Dylan came up next to me, trying to take the puck from me. I let out a squeak of surprise and lost balance, gripping onto Dylan and dragging him down to the ice with me. My chest hit his and a huff left his lips.

"That was your fault," I whined childishly, sitting up on my knees next to him.

He leaned up on his hands on the other side of me, his cheeks rosy. "This is really, really sudden and I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, but I really want to kiss you right now,"

I looked over at him, eyes wide. "What?"

"I've liked you for such a long time and it has always pissed me off that you've never seen it and I've always been too scared to say anything because I don't do very well with rejection and I just really want to kiss you," he rambled, fumbling with the strings on his jacket.

"Then do it,"

His head snapped to me. "Seriously? You're not just saying that right? I'm super embarrassed that all of that came out, so I'm hoping you're not just saying that because you feel bad,"

"Dylan, I wouldn't do that to you. If I didn't have feelings for you, I wouldn't tell you to kiss me. But since you're being so difficult, here," I leaned over a pressed my lips to his, resting a hand on his cheek.

He immediately kissed back, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers. We pulled away a few moments later. His lips connected with my forehead making a smile form on my face.

"You really don't know how long I've waited to do that," he whispered, kissing my knuckles.

"Why didn't you?" I asked, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"How was I supposed to know that you liked me back? You always call me your best friend and you call me dude when you talk to me. That's not really showing that you had feelings for me,"

"One, what was I supposed to call you when I didn't know you liked me? My lover? Of course I'd call you my best friend. And two, I call everyone else dude, too. You're not that special," I joked, nudging his side.

"Does this mean something for us now? Are we a thing?"

"I think we're a thing. It's up to you," I shrugged, looking up at him.

He sighed and stood up, grabbing my hands and pulling me next to him. "We can definitely be a thing,"

I smiled and nodded.

"But," he looked at his watch "as of right now, I'm your coach, so get moving, (Y/L/N),"

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