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laurenairay · 2 years
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If its still available, #9 for mika zibanejad
Thank you choosing Mika for this one, anon – it’s always a joy to write for this sweetheart! Also tagging @tippedbykreider as it’s because of her I adore this beautiful man.
“You came all the way to give it back to me?”
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Here goes nothing. You knocked on the front door that you’d walked away from only a few months ago, taking a deep breath as you heard footsteps shuffling the other side. Eventually the door opened, revealing your ex-boyfriend, who took one look at you and sighed.
“What are you doing here?” Mika said tiredly.
You swallowed heavily, biting your lip briefly as you looked him over. To anyone that didn’t know him well, they probably wouldn’t notice any difference. But that wasn’t the case for you – three years with him had given you plenty of time to notice all the little things about Mika, and there was so much that concerned you already. The way his hair was ever so greasy at the roots – he hated letting his hair look so unkempt, and you couldn’t actually remember any time other than when he was sick with the flu that he’d let it get this way since you’d known him. There were also the little dark circles under his eyes – he had always been a good sleeper, always woke up with glowing skin, always looked awake and perky and fresh, so for him to have those tired eyes? And then there were his lips – usually so soft and perfect, so pink and pink, but right now they were dry and chapped, with a clear crack in the bottom lip too, and it wasn’t like him to neglect his self-care like this.
And it only solidified your gut feeling of needing to come over to see him tonight.
“I wanted to give you this back,” you murmured.
Mika frowned as you held out your hand, but his lips parted as you opened your fist to reveal a soft pink scrunchie. His soft pink scrunchie.
“You came all the way to give it back to me?” he said softly, confused.
“Yes?” you said hesitantly.
Mika’s confusion shifted to a soft smile. “Really?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
You felt your cheeks heat up, busted, but you bit your bottom lip briefly before offering him a shrug. He always had been able to read you, always did call you out on the untruths, and even though you weren’t together anymore, clearly that hadn’t changed.
“I miss you. I miss you so much. And maybe it’s crazy but I had to see you,” you admitted.
Mika huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “You’d better come inside. My neighbours don’t need to hear this.”
Well he had a point there – and there was no way you were going to waste this chance, not if he was extending the olive branch like this. Mika stepped to the side, letting you walk past him into the house you used to call your home, but it wasn’t until he’d closed the door behind you that he cleared his throat.
“I thought you didn’t want to wait around for a guy who couldn’t prioritise you?” Mika said softly.
You winced at the sadness in his eyes, knowing that all the stupid things you’d said to him in the heat of the moment were just that – angry flyaway comments that should never have been said, and yet you’d said them all to his face anyway. And you’d hurt him.
But the fact that he was even still standing there, talking to you, holding the scrunchie that you’d – let’s be honest – used as an excuse to see him again, it gave you hope.
“I was stupid. And wrong, so so wrong, Mika. I was angry at your schedule, at the fucking NHL having a Rangers away game on my birthday. Every year you missed things that were important to me, through no fault of your own, and that night was three years of built up frustration. I should never have taken that out on you,” you said softly.
If you could be vulnerable with him right now, be completely honest, putting all your cards out on the table, then it had to mean something, right?
“No you shouldn’t have. It wasn’t fair on me at all, and you know it. You knew it then and you still said it anyway. What changed, for you to come back here?” Mika said shortly.
Alright, you deserved that, you could admit it, his words and his tone of voice.
“Waking up in a bed that isn’t ours, without your arms around me, it doesn’t feel right. Not hearing your off-key singing in the shower, or smelling the amazing food you cook, or making you laugh so hard that you get tears in your eyes – I miss it. I miss you. And I miss us, because we were so good, and I threw it all away like an idiot.”
Mika’s lips parted in surprise at your rant, his cheeks flushing softly, but it was the small smile on his lips that made you lose a little of the tension in your shoulders.
“You’re not an idiot,” he murmured.
You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head. “I let you go, of course I am.”
He chewed his bottom lip as he fell silent in thought, and it was all you could do to keep your hands from shaking, your heart completely laid out for him. If he turned you away now, that was it. There was nothing left that you could say. It was all on him now, as it should be.
“Do you want to stay for a drink?”
Mika’s soft voice broke you out of your spiralling thoughts, and his smile widened into a grin as he realised it too. But you just nodded, smiling shyly back. This was your chance, your second chance with him, and there was no way you were going to waste it.
“I’d like that.”
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fresh-penguin · 1 month
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Your teeth are showing
Chris Kreider/Mika Zibanejad
2,029 words - General Audience
Vampire!Mika feeds from Chris
Part 1 of "Bite me (please)"
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manchot1988 · 2 years
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2093 Drabbles - Family- Mika’s Mom
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39651339/chapters/99869352
“Hey, what’s up? You’ve had this weird look on your face ever since breakfast.”, asked Mika as he leaned into Chris’s space.
Chris was sitting on the bench at the garden area of Mika’s parents house enjoying the sunshine in the mid-morning hours when Mika walked out of the house to join him. Mika’s mother, Ritva, had kicked everyone out of the kitchen but Chris had managed to charm her into allowing him to help her with the clean up. Mika had wanted to stay and help but his dad asked for his help to move things around to make more room in the dining area for dinner later that day when more family was coming over.
They were spending a month in Sweden during the summer; something they had done before but this was their first year as an official couple. Their families had been nothing but supportive and actually thought that they were announcing their engagement rather than their relationship at first. It seems like the whole world caught on to their feelings before they did.
Mika notices the tears in Chris’s eyes as Chris pulls Mika towards him to stand between his legs. These didn’t look like sad tears but Mika was concerned nonetheless. “Hey”, says Mika softly as Chris hides his head on Mika’s shirt. Mika’s hands settle gently on Chris’s shoulder and hair as he starts to stroke Chris’s hair soothingly.
“I’m fine, I just need a minute.”, mumbles Chris into Mika’s shirt. “Ok, take all the time you need.”, responds Mika. After a minute of just holding each other, Mika jokes, “My mom didn’t give you a shovel talk, did she? She told me she liked you.”
Chris starts laughing and slowly, he pulls away enough to see Mika’s face. He’s still crying but he looks happy and overwhelmed? “I could have handled a shovel talk better, I think.”, says Chris as Mika start to wipe away his tears. “She hugged me then she cried and told me she loves how happy we make each other. Then she said she loved me and hugged me some more.”, he continues as he blinks rapidly to hold back more tears.
“Oh älskling,” starts Mika, as he pulls away to kneel in front of Chris and bringing them face to face. “I told you they love you. They might love you more than me at this point.”, teases Mika as he kisses Chris forehead.
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numba99 · 5 years
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The Arrangement Part 8
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Summary: You’re an aspiring model in NYC who is offered an opportunity of a lifetime - an arranged relationship with a famous Ranger. Things start out rough and are further complicated by the fact that you’re already in a relationship. Will you be able to figure things out or will it all end in disaster? Word Count:2,079
Warnings: none, besides its been v long since the last update (im so sorry LMAO) so if their are minor inconsistencies in the story line I am sORRY I think everything adds up though. And gain we are pretending the media surrounding hockey is a much bigger deal lol
It was a bittersweet day. Sure you were getting to see Mika, something that would always be a bright spot in your day, however it was the last time you were allowed to be together. After tonight, being with him would put both of you in jeopardy. If his contract was anything like yours, he be sued for an obscene amount of money.
You tried to push this thought out of your head as you waited for Fred to arrive to take you on the final date. Tonight you were going to a little rooftop bar in Greenwich Village. It was going to be one of your more public dates, and that’s just how management wanted it.
You were supposed to act like you were upset and be distant from each other. That way when they leaked that the two of you broke up, witnesses would say how unhappy you looked together. It was the perfect set up.
A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. You instantly smiled seeing Harry standing on the other side. You would have thrown your arms around him, but he had a giant bouquet of flowers in his hands.
“Here love,” Mika said, handing you the arrangement for pink and purple flowers. It was much bigger than any of the others he has gotten you. “Sorry it’s so big, I didn’t get you any for our last date and I wanted to make up for it,” he explained, as if reading your mind.
“You so don’t have anything you need to make up for,” you gushed, kissing his cheek, “But I love them so much, thanks Mika.” You clutched the flowers to your chest, bring them your kitchen table - which had been bare without his bouquets. When you got back to Mika you hugged him tightly, breathing in his fresh minty scent.
“I missed you too,” he chuckled, teasing you for hugging him like you hadn’t seen him in months.
“Sorry,” you laughed at yourself, “Guess I just can’t get enough of you.”
“Understandable,” Mika winked, “Now let’s head out, don’t wanna keep Fred waiting.”
You walked hand in hand to the car, greeting Fred with a big smile. You were going to miss him, you thought. He was always a friendly face when you needed it. Not to mention, you may have never told Mika how you really without him.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look yet? Because you’re absolutely stunning, the outfit, you hair, everything,” Mika commented. His warm eyes traced your body under the dim car lights.
“Oh, come on, it’s nothing special,” you blushed, never being great with compliments. Plus, your outfit was pretty simple after all: a tailored white blouse, snug blue jeans, and pink heels.
“On the contrary,” Mika replied, “it’s special just because you’re wearing it. I especially love these shoes. I think I’ve got a shirt that color, we should match one day.” You smiled, your heart filling with joy when he spoke of a future with you.
“It’s a date.” Mika squeezed your hand and kissed your cheek. Part of you didn’t want to go anywhere. You’d be happy to just ride around with him for a few hours.Unfortunately that was not part of the plan.
“Here,” Fred announced.
“Let’s do this,” Mika said, taking your hand in his. You walked more confidently through the crowd of photographers. The flashes were still annoying, but they didn’t bother you nearly as much as they did when you were first exposed to them.
“You’re getting good at that,” Mika noted.
“I learned from the best,” you winked. Mika smiled, glad that you were getting over your discomfort with all the paparazzi. He knew that if you two were to stay together, you were going to have to get used to extra attention.
The two of you decided to take the stairs, considering it wasn’t too high up. You were a little breathless when you reached the top - stairs were never really your friend - but it was definitely worth it. It was a beautiful roof top, lined with shrubbery and flowers making it fell more like a garden than a city building.
“This is amazing,” you breathed. It was a perfect night for this too, not a single cloud in the sky. The moon was bright, washing over all the people mingling. The skyline melted into the inky black sky, building lights twinkling like stars.
“It is quite nice, isn’t it?” Mika agreed. The two of you weaved through people, finding a little standing table no one was using. You were surprised no one seemed too interested in Mika, but then again, this bar was a favorite of many famous people so it wasn’t a shock to see someone.
Mika went to get you two drinks, returning with glass in each had. “So, we’re not playing along with this stupid act annoyed shit they want us to do, right?” Mika asked, taking a sip of his drink.
“I’d rather not,” you replied. If it was your last “safe” night with Mika, you didn’t want to spend it acting like you didn’t like him.
“I was thinking we give ‘em hell this last night,” Mika smirked, “They’re going to be pissed at us anyway, might as well have fun with it.” You were about to reply when your ringing phone cut you off. Normally, you wouldn’t answer the phone during a date, but you recognized the number from the Gucci audition.
“Hello?” you answered, nerves filling your body. This could be it.
“Hey y/n, it’s the creative director of the Gucci New York Fashion Week show, do you have a minute?” the woman asked.
“Of course.” You tried to sound nonchalant but there was definitely a hint of excitement in your voice.
“Great, well I am happy to say we have chosen you to be one of the models who walks in our show,” she told you.
“Oh my god, that’s amazing.Thank you so much,” you gushed, unable to act put together. Mika looked at you quizzically, wondering what you were so excited about.
“Of course! We are so excited to be working with you, you really impressive,” she replied.
“That means so much, it’s such an honor to be chosen,” you said. The woman explained she would be in contact in the future about fittings and dress rehearsals. You listened as carefully as you could not wanting to miss anything in your excited state. When you finally hung up, you turned to Mika, squealing with joy.
“What is it love?” he asked.
“I got a spot in the Gucci fashion show!” you exclaimed. Mika’s face lit up. He picked you up and spun you around.
“I’m so proud of you babe,” he smiled, planting kisses all over your face. A couple people in the surrounding area looked over at the two of you. Definitely won’t look like the two of you are fighting.
“I have to thank you for it, I never would have even gotten the opportunity without you,” you replied, so incredibly grateful for him. This was something you’ve dreamed of for so long and could really change your career.
Mika shook his head. “Not me babe, all you. And I can’t wait to be sitting front row watching my beautiful girlfriend on the runway.” Mika moved closer to you, his hands slipping around your waist. “May just have to buy whatever you’re wearing so I can fuck you in it.”
“Mika,” you blushed, “Someone’s gonna hear you.” The rooftop was getting progressively more crowded and he wasn’t exactly being quiet.
“I don’t care,” Mika replied, “I’m sick of not being able to say how I feel. I love you and I want everyone to know. I love you, I love you, I love you.” His voice got louder as he spoke, grabbing the attention of people around you.
Mika took your by the arm, leading you to the edge of the rooftop. He leaned over the edge a bit. He yelled and waved trying to get the attention of the photographers below. Some turned up, cameras flashing, desperate to get photos of the two of you.
“I love this woman! I love this woman so much!” He yelled, giving you a kiss in between.
“You’re crazy,” you laughed as he peppered kisses all over you.
“Just crazy about you,” he smirked.
“Corny ass,” you teased, rolling your eyes.
The two of you had a great rest of the night, dancing and laughing together. You knew there would be hell to pay, but Mika’s carefree attitude was rubbing off on you. In the end, you knew you two would have each other and that made you feel safe.
At the end of the night, the two were headed for the exit, hand in hand. Mika stopped you right before the door. “Wanna go out with a bang?” Harry smirked.
“What do you have in mind?” you asked.
“Just follow my lead,” Mika replied with a wink. You didn’t know what he had in mind, but you were down. You nodded and Mika smiled, leading you through the heavy doors. The flashes were instant and abundant.
“Mika, y/n, over here!”
“How long have you been dating!”
“Mika what were you saying on the roof?”
Harry stopped in the middle of the crowd. The photographers looked on anxiously, waiting for something they could use.
“Y/n and I are in love,” he announced simply. He took you, and dipped you down, kissing you deeply. So dramatic, you thought as he kissed you. But you secretly loved it. Even with your eyes closed you could see the lights going off like crazy. There was no way management wasn’t going to see this.
After a few moments, Mika pulled away and continued to the car. He smiled and waved at cameras, something he didn’t usually do. He was really playing it up.
“You’re so ridiculous,” you laughed as he pulled the car door shut.
“But you love it, don’t you?” he teased.
“Guilty,” you replied, kissing him quickly.
“Fred, you can just take us to my place,” Mika announced, squeezing your thigh. You were excited, having never been to his apartment before. You rested your head on Mika’s shoulder during the drive, suddenly realizing how sleepy you were. You hoped Mika had a comfy pair of sweats for you to change into because you were absolutely sick of these jeans.
“Here we are,” Fred announced, “Before you guys go, I just want to see I’ve really enjoyed driving you two around. Today is supposed to be my last day, but I know it’s definitely not your last day together. Whatever happens, I know you two will get through it. I wish you all the best.”
“That was so sweet,” you gushed, almost feeling like you could cry, “Thank you for everything, really. You’ve been incredible.”
“It was my pleasure, I only ask I get invited to the wedding,” he joked.
“Of course,” Mika chuckled. After a final goodbye the two of you headed out. 
“Jesus,” you gasped, walking into Mika’s place. It was huge, the living room bigger than your entire apartment.
“Oh this old thing?” Mika joked. “If you think this is nice, you should see my place in Sweden.”
“Can we go after this mess is over?” you asked.
“Of course babe,” Mika replied, wrapping his arms around you, “We’re going to go every where together.”
Mika kissed you softly and you felt like you were flying. If you hadn’t been so tired you probably would have gone further, but right now you needed sleep. Plus, you imagined you had a big day ahead of you tomorrow once management caught wind of these pictures.
“How soon do you think we’ll be called in?” You asked Mika as you pulled on one of his tees (he gave you a super comfy pair of sweatpants too, which you were completely jazzed about).
“I’m surprised they haven’t called already,” Mika said, peeling off his clothes, leaving him in just a pair of black boxers. He grabbed your waist, pulling you down onto the bed with him.
“Well whatever happens, at least we’ll go through it together,” you said, snuggling against his side.
“Yeah, you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried,” Mika smiled, kissing your forehead. Nestled together, you both drifted to sleep, worries of what tomorrow would bring far from your mind.
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catofthecanals289 · 2 years
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N U R S E ! (I swear I chose all of these just because I wanted to know, I wasn't purposefully trying to spell that haha.) for E, what would a sequel to lactation fic be like!
you are so lovely <3 thank you
N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?
oh dear, you know my graveyard of fics. It'd be wonderful if someone wrote my max has a small dick fic for me but I also want to write it XD
U: A pairing you might like to write for, but haven’t tried yet.
oh interesting. Hm. Chris Kreider/Mika Zibanejad? also Viktor/Jayce!!
R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?
you :)
and hm I guess Cornelia Funke is the author who truly ignited my love for reading as a kid. there's my ex boyfriend (kinda, don't ask) who was a writer (not published) who's the reason i started writing myself and 'betaing'.
S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?
well you know I love me some hurt/comfort, I love angsst, I love fucked up shit, and with Maxiel, god where do I start, what do I lvoe about them? how different they are, how special, how people in their world and look at them and say 'this is unusal' and jsut like the drama of it all, the pain, the choices, the whole 'loving oyu has been the best and worst choice I ever made' vibe...
E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?
a sequel to my lactation fic? Well As you know i wrote this in a crunch so I didn't have time to write all the scenes i wanted to. I had planned to bring things full circle where they do stuff semi-publically in a bathroom at the circuit. Where like max gets out fo the car and he's dying with how full he feels with how much he needs to get the milk out and Daniel *knows* so he finds him and jsut strips his tits out of his racing suits and drinks from him right then and there. I guess that'd be in the sequel
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badhockeymom · 4 years
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Finnish national team 2019 (aka viime kevään leijonat) for the hockey ask meme 🦁💙
is my favourite - Veli-Matti Savinainen
i like the most when it comes to the appearance - Vellu too
i would play a prank on - maybe Juho Lammikko? I don't know why he came to mind. Or something dumb with Anttila's sticks.
i would get drunk with - oh Savinainen. Definitely. 3 day bender.
i would choose for my partner if i got an invitation for a wedding - I'll have him there too, I've seen nice pics of him in his friend weddings on his ig!
i could just cuddle all day long - - I said in the previous ask that I don't like the idea of cuddling all day long but I'll make an exception here. Me and Vellu will need it after our 3 day bender
i would ask for an advice if i had problems - Marko Anttila for president!
i would bake cookies for - Kevin Lankinen
i would read a fanfic about - any
i would write a fanfic about - I have my fav in two good fics set in 2017 and 2018 leijonat, don't have any new ideas now.
i would prefer to play in another team - none of them but I'd love it if Mika Zibanejad played for us. (I added this, forgot to answer it earlier)
Thank you for the ask!
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fresh-penguin · 4 months
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Four Calling Birds
Chris Kreider/Mika Zibanejad
406 words - General Audience
Day 4 - Snowed in together in a cabin/coffee shop/bookstore
31 days of Christmas series
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fresh-penguin · 1 year
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Hockeys&Halloween - Prompt 29
Krieds & Mika - The Salem Witch Trials
They had a few off days before they needed to return to practice.
They decided to go on vacation. Mika let Chris plan it all. All he knew was to back for similar weather and that they would be driving for a while.
Chris had managed to keep it quiet until they got un the car. He needed to set the sat nav to get there.
"Salem, Chris, seriously?"
"I thought you would like it,"
"You know it wasn't real,"
"What did you mean? People definitely died there,"
"Yeah, the trials were real but the witches weren't,"
"Oh," Mika laughed a little.
"I appreciate the gesture though,"
"I just thought it would've been nice to see the memorial and the history,"
"It will be,"
"I'm sorry,"
"No, it's fine. I just...witches got a bad rep and I don't like people being accused of things that aren't actually bad,"
"We don't need to go,"
"No we should. You were right, we should pay our respects at the memorial. Those people died for nothing and deserve acknowledgement,"
"Only if you're sure,"
"Yeah, just, can we avoid the touristy places?"
"Of course, of course we can,"
The rest of the journey was simple enough. They spoke about hockey and the team as they drove. It was easy like always. They stopped at a gas station to pick up some flowers to leave at the memorials.
Salem was pretty, neither if them could deny that but there was so many people dressed at witches with the stereotypical blank pointy hat.
Mika had is own hat. It was wide brimmed and more like a fedora. It sat the the back of his head, framing his face perfectly. He was all in black as he tended to be this time of year. Chris just thought he was gorgeous.
They walked with purpose through the streets and strangers until they reached the memorial. They held hands and both carried the flowers.
When they reached the memorial Chris took all the flowers so Mika could lay them individually. He would explain to Chris who they were and how they were accused.
Once all their stories had been told Mika took Chris's hand and led him away. Chris had booked a hotel on the outskirts of the town so they headed that way.
"Thank you,"
"For what?"
"This, you were right, I enjoyed it,"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I liked giving them peace and recognition,"
"I'm glad,"
"What are we doing for dinner?"
"There's a restaurant at the hotel,"
"Okay, I love you,"
"I love you too,"
They sauntered out to their hotel. Their dinner reservation was a couple hours aways so they napped together before getting ready.
Chris had brought their good suits so they were looking sharp. The restaurant was definitely on the upper end of fancy. Chris held Mika's chair out for him, they had cloth napkins and a priceless menu.
They ate while holding hands. They were just far enough out if hockey country for anyone to notice who they were. Their meal was perfect and so romantic, in fact, it was perfectly romantic. So, it shouldn't have been the surprise that it was when Chris got down on one knee to propose to Mika.
Hockeys&Halloween prompts by @soft4hardthings
This was completely written as a train of thought on my phone. All errors are my own and will be edited at some point (probably) but my plan for these is to just write and see what happens. They will be posted on ao3 but I have a busy October so it probably won't happen daily.
Ao3 link
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manchot1988 · 2 years
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2093 Drabbles - Telling the team
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39651339/chapters/99867795
One of the things they had to grapple with when they first officially started their relationship was who to tell, what to tell, when to tell and how to tell people. They talked about it so much round and round in circles and Chris, being Chris, had drawn out flow charts and timelines to help make sense of it. Family first, agents next then the team and then the coaches and other support staff.
It wasn’t that they wanted to hide their relationship, neither of them were ashamed of it, it was more of what the rest of the world could and would potentially bring into their lives after it became public. At the end of the day, they’re really just two guys who love each other and love playing hockey. They were still the same people that they were except they were now dating each other.
In the end, all their careful planning didn’t matter. They told their families first - pretty much as soon as they decided they were going to date. A few days after that, after a long game where they won in a shootout, Chris was riding high with the post-game in the locker room but also was so tired that he forgot about being careful and just pulled Mika in for a kiss. Mika didn’t really have enough time to react,decided to just say fuck it and went all in on the kiss.
Everyone in the room didn’t really seem shocked other than to fine them kissing in the locker room and pester them for details on when they first go together so they could know who finally won the betting pool that’s been running on them for years, years. It was King Henrik who won and he bought them a bottle of champagne from his winnings as a congratulations and a thank you as the pot was ridiculous. If anything, their teammates were more shocked over the fact that they had not been in a relationship all this time than the fact that they just started their relationship.
Artemi, Igor and a bunch of the other guys had told them later on that they felt sad that Mika and Chris didn’t seem comfortable being open about their relationship to the team all these years. They didn’t know how to broach the topic so they just stayed silent and hoped that the couple would one day feel safe enough that they could be open with the team. Once the truth came out that they just started dating, the guys just started chirping at them about being idiots who waited too long to get their shit together then took them out for drinks to celebrate.
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manchot1988 · 2 years
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2093 Drabbles - Aftermath - Part 4 (Kreider/Zibanejad Fic)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39651339/chapters/99861387
relevant links to this chapter:
Mika's tweet - https://twitter.com/MikaZibanejad/status/1540293318365614085?s=20&t=YRyA3L7GanBPzXXE56uoxQ
Chris's wrist surgery - https://twitter.com/NYRangers/status/1540394374961549314?s=20&t=CJgO97bmrXs9jEoXViONyA
“Really, Mika?” asked Chris on facetime.
“What? You thought it too.. You were bitching at me on the phone for hours when it first came out and we weren't on it. It's a good thing you don't use twitter anymore or you’d have tweeted worse, especially since you’re on pain meds”, replied Mika
On the screen, Chris gives him a bitch face and says, “Ehh, maybe..I might switch to regular tylenol tonight. The wrist doesn’t seem so bad today..”
“It doesn’t seem so bad right now because you’re on the good stuff.. You’ll feel it even more if you switch to over the counter shit.”, says Mika. “It’s off season. You don’t need to rush the recovery..”
It really was unfortunate timing that Chris’s surgery had to happen when it did. The surgeon didn’t have another opening until August and by then, Chris’s recovery would bleed into training camp and potentially pre-season so the Ranger’s medical team jumped on it and Chris right away. Chris would also have to deal with wrist pain for that long if they pushed it and Mika wasn’t happy with that thought. In the end, they had to scrap the plans for traveling to Sweden together - Mika would go first so he could celebrate midsummer with his family and Chris would follow in two weeks after giving his wrist some time to recover and get stable.
Chris sighs, “It’s not that.. It’s just that the stuff they gave me makes me loopy and if I’m loopy, they won’t let me travel. If I had thought of it earlier, I could have probably been with you on midsummer instead of being stuck here in New York.”
“You’d have been miserable and in a lot of pain on the plane, Chris. I wouldn’t have let you do it. It was too soon after your surgery and hey, you’ll be flying here soon. It’s just a couple more days so follow the post-surgery instructions and I’ll see you soon”, says Mika.
“I know.. I just miss hanging out, that’s all.. New York doesn’t feel the same without you.”, says Chris softly as if he’s not sure if he should be saying those words out loud.
On the other side of the screen, Chris can see Mika’s face break into a soft smile and the knot in his chest unravels a little. “I know what you mean”, he hears Mika say, “Everyone says I’m moping since you’re not here. They’re all really excited to see you by the way. Nikki is already demanding to ride on your shoulders again since you’re the tallest one among us and Knox wants a ride too.”
“I can’t wait to see them. It’s been too long, Knox looks so big now in the pics you sent. Oh, should I bring them anything? I have time to shop around for something or get it delivered.”, asks Chris as he yawns and carefully stretches out on his couch, mindful of his wrist.
On the screen, Mika gives him a pointed look. “Chris, half the shit I brought back with me in my suitcases were stuff you bought for my whole family. That’s more than enough. You’re spoiling them worse than I am and that’s saying something.”
Chris chuckles, “Well, if they're covered, how about you then? Should I bring you anything?”, teases Chris.
“Just you. You're all I need”, replies Mika.
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2093 Drabbles - Aftermath - Part 3 (Kreider/Zibanejad Fic)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39651339/chapters/99541881
Chapter 3 under the cut
They haven’t really talked about what happens next for them. They really should but there’s a part of Mika that doesn’t want to bring it up in case it means they have to spend their break apart. While they’re both in a stable place mentally and emotionally now that it’s been a few days, the end of their season still stings and well, Mika doesn’t want to be apart from Chris just yet. It’s not that either of them are gonna fall apart if they separate; it’s just that the last few days where it’s been the two of them have been amazing and peaceful, as if the world can’t touch either of them and they can just be with each other.
It seems like a lot to ask Chris to drop everything and go to Sweden with him for the summer and Mika can’t just stay in Boston all summer either. They both have families they need to see and spend time with, not to mention setting up training so they keep in shape or get in better shape for the next season. Would Chris even want to spend the summer with Mika or has the past few days of the two of them living together been enough for Chris to want to leave and have some space to himself?
Or, maybe a compromise - they could spend a few weeks together somewhere, go to Sweden and Boston each for a bit then meet up a few weeks before training camp? He would have to suggest something that would interest Chris. Pulling up google, Mika searches for things to do or places to visit in the US. Chris was still wrapping up his final phone interviews in the living room so Mika had time to research. He had taken his interviews in his music room/office but had finished earlier so he had some time to kill.
Scrolling through the links, Mika finds one that looks promising and before he can chicken out, he texts the link to Chris’s phone. He can still hear Chris talking so it might be a while before Chris see’s it. Mika keeps scrolling through just in case that first suggestion didn’t spark joy. They’re on the road a lot during the season so Chris might not want to do a road trip. They could go to a resort somewhere and just be lazy under the sun? Europe maybe, play tourist for a few weeks?
After a few minutes, Chris comes to the music room and is leaning on the doorway asking, “Why did you send me a link to The 20 Most Beautiful Libraries in the U.S?”. Mika turns from the computer screen to look at Chris, smiles at him and takes a moment just to stare. Chris looks good, rested and without weight on his shoulders. God, he looks so handsome. “Mika?”, asks Chris after a beat.
Realizing that he’s just been staring, Mika clears his throat as he replies, “Throwing out ideas of what we can do this summer. Switch things up a bit. Figured we can do something together first before going back home to see our families. What do you think?”
“Of what? Doing something together or seeing the 20 beautiful libraries in the US?”, replies Chris. There’s a teasing tone in his voice that puts Mika at ease - it seems like he wasn’t the only one who wanted to spend more time together, thank God. Mika shouldn’t have worried about it hindsight. Chris continues, “I mean, do you really want to go on a road trip to see 20 libraries in the short off time that we have?”
“You’ll enjoy it”, shrugs Mika. Without thinking, Mika also says, “I just want to spend time with you.” Shit, why did he say that? At the doorway, Chris’s posture softens and the smile on his face becomes more pronounced. Mika’s face heats up but he refuses to turn away. “We can do other things if you want…”, he mumbles shyly.
Chris is still smiling as he walks into the room to lean against the desk. More like swaggers into the room if Mika is being completely honest. “Well… what if what I want is to go to Sweden with you?, asks Chris. Mika’s brain halts - he’s not sure he’s heard that correctly but at the same time, he’s never been more sure of anything in his life. It feels big and real, like scoring the game winning goal in OT big.
Chris continues, hesitantly and as if he rehearsed it, “It’s been a while since I’ve been to Sweden and I miss your family. Haven’t seen them since quarantine time. Facetime isn’t the same, Nikki’s grown so much bigger and Knox is running around now. I’ll have to come back early to see my family but we can worry about that later. We’ve seen them recently when they came up to watch the playoff games so I don’t think they’ll mind too much. You’ve got trainers lined up there too so we’ll be able to train together too and …”
Mika uses his foot to nudge Chris, interrupting him. “Chris, you had me at Sweden”, says Mika while looking into Chris’s eyes. Feeling brave, Mika reaches out to hold Chris’s hand as he continues, “I want you to. Of course you can come with me. The only reason I didn’t bring it up was because I didn’t think it was fair to ask that of you when I couldn’t do the same for you in Boston.”
Chris takes a deep breath, shoulders loosening as tension drops away from them. Using the hand Mika was holding, he shyly pulls Mika up towards him and into a hug. “Thank you”, Chris says softly into Mika’s shoulder where Chris is resting his head. “You’ll have to show me all the best spots for Fika.” “I’ll show you that and more. Whatever you want.”, replies Mika.
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manchot1988 · 2 years
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2093 Drabbles - Chris and Mika drabbles post Round Two exit of the Stanley Cup Playoffs 2021-2022 Season.
Loosely connected chapters
Chapter 1 under the cut
It’s been a few hours since the locker cleanout/post-season interviews. They’re both sitting next to each other on Mika’s couch watching some random thing on tv. Chris was still withdrawn and quiet from the interview, since the loss really, that Mika hadn’t wanted Chris to be alone. Mika just grabbed their stuff, tugged on Chris’s arm to make sure he was following him and led them both to his apartment.
In all honesty, Mika hadn’t wanted to be alone either but only if the other person was Chris. Everyone else was too much right now - commiserating with them and telling them how proud of the team they were, how no one expected them to get as far as they did this season and how they’ll be back better and stronger next year. If it was another member of the team, he and Chris would have to be "team leaders" and console that team member. It was a lot and while Mika was proud of them and the team, all he wanted to do was to just be sad about the loss and how their season was over. He and Chris will accept it eventually but they need time to process.
And Chris - Chris was still in his “managing the team” phase. Making sure the other team members were taken care of, pulling everyone aside and making sure they were dealing with the loss well and had plans for the break. He talked to all the support staff - media team, equipment team, coaching team and everyone else and thanked them for their help this season. Mika would bet his entire bank account that Chris hasn’t let himself have a quiet moment in his head. He was probably running the games in his head trying to figure out what they could have done differently and what they could improve on next year.
“When do you leave for Sweden?”asked Chris, breaking the silence in Mika’s living room.
Mika hummed and after a beat, replied “Sick of me already?”. Chris stills for a beat then chuckles, “Never..” And there it is. A soft smile forming on Chris’s face; Mika hasn’t seen a lot of those in the past few days. “You sure?” asks Mika as he nudges Chris’s shoulder. “I’ve been up in your space the last few days. Wouldn’t blame you if you told me to go.”
“If I wanted space, I’d tell you”, says Chris with an annoyed tone as he nudges Mika back. Doubling down, Chris lifts his arm and puts it over Mika’s shoulder pulling him into Chris. Mika shifts on the couch to get into a more comfortable position to lean into Chris and get his arm around Chris’s waist. “I know, I’m just joking. I’m not leaving you anytime soon.”, says Mika. “Good”, replies Chris as Mika feels him rest his head on Mika’s head.
“Might fall asleep on you though”, Mika mumbles as he feels Chris start playing with his hair. “We can nap together. We’ll order dinner when we wake up”, Chris replies. It’s been a long few days but right now, at this moment, it’s perfect.
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manchot1988 · 2 years
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2093 Drabbles - Aftermath - Part 2 (Kreider/Zibanejad Fic)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39651339/chapters/99262944
Chapter 2 under the cut
“What do you want for dinner? We need to order something, I’m out of food here”, asks Mika while opening up food apps on his phone. Nobody bothered to stock up on groceries during playoffs - you didn’t have the energy to cook or you didn’t have the time. You were at the rink or on the road and the support team would make sure there was food available. Plus, Mika wasn’t sure when he was taking off so it didn’t seem to make much sense to do a grocery run.
Chris replies, “Something lean. I’m not that hungry.” Mika stops and looks up from his phone. He waits until Chris meets his eyes because he wants to make a point. “Chris, the season is over. No more diet plan - we’re pigging out. So, try again, what do you want for dinner?”
“Oh, right. Season’s over, I forgot”,says Chris as his voice tapers off. Fuck, this is not what Mika was going for. He had gotten Chris to soften up after their nap and now, Mika might have just ruined it. He has to fix this before Chris gets too into his head again - “Let’s just get everything.”
“Huh?”, asks Chris thrown off, “What do you mean by everything?”
“I mean everything. Everything we’ve been craving for during the season that we couldn't eat because it wasn't in our nutrition plan. Chinese, Thai, Greek, Vietnamese, Pizza, Pasta - let’s order everything and have our own little buffet here. Desserts too; cake, donuts, ice cream - the works.”
Chris's eyes soften as he looks at Mika with fond exasperation. He makes his way over to stand next to Mika and grabs Mika’s phone from his hands. He says, “You know there’s only two of us, right? We can’t eat that much and you’ll have a lot of leftovers. Not to mention, our stomachs would hate us if we really ate that much.”
Mika replies, “My fridge is empty so there’s no space issues. The leftovers just means we won’t have to order anything else for the next few days and our stomachs have handled worse. This way, we can just do nothing and be lazy for the next fews days and not have to worry about food.”
“Next few days? You’re gonna spoil me and I’ll never want to leave.”, teases Chris
“In case you haven’t noticed, dumbass, that’s kind of the point.”, replies Mika, mood turning serious. Nudging Chris’s shoulder, he continues softly as he’s suddenly unable to meet Chris’s eyes, “I’m not ready for you to go back to Boston and leave me.”
“Hey. Hey, Look at me.”, Chris says as his fingers reach out to Mika’s chin to tilt it upwards towards him. “You don’t have to bribe me to stay, Mika. I want to be here and I don’t want to leave you yet either. Ok?”. Mika nods ok as Chris continues to look in his eyes as though he's searching for something. He only lets go of Mika’s chin when he finds what he was looking for and Mika’s not entirely sure what it was.
Unlocking Mika’s phone, Chris scrolls through the food app Mika previously opened. “How about we get two or three different things for tonight and go from there. We can decide tomorrow what we feel like eating tomorrow and the days after that.”
“Sounds good, what do you want for tonight then?” asks Mika as he leans into Chris to see the phone screen. “Nope, I asked first so you get to decide tonight”, Chris replies teasingly. “Technically I asked first '', starts Mika as the two of them start this familiar song and dance on picking what to eat.
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fresh-penguin · 1 year
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❄️🎁🌲✨Hockeys & TheHolidays✨🌲🎁❄️
Dialogue fics to match @soft4hardthings moodboardts
Masterlist
✨ Max Jones & Troy Terry - Cuddling Inside
✨Josh Mahura Anthony Stolarz & John Gibson - Looking At Lights
✨Juuse Saros & Ryan Johansen - Unwrapping Prezzies
✨Quinn Hughes & Nick Blankenburg - Kissing Under the Mistletoe
✨Wyatt Johnston & Roope Hintz - Grump+Happy Holiday Couple
✨Jaden Schwartz & Vladimir Taransenko - Snowed In
✨Roman Josi & Shea Weber - Looking At Lights
✨Jamie Benn & Tyler Seguin - Looking At Lights
✨Matthew Tkachuk & Robert Thomas - Christmas in the Sun
✨Joel Edmundson & Colton Paryako - Baking/Decorating Cookies
✨Mika Zibanejad & Chris Kreider - Northern Lights
✨Roman Josi & Tanner Jeannot - Baking/Decorating Cookies
✨Thomas Bordeleau & Nick Blankenburg - New Years Day Hungover in Bed
✨Brock Boeser & Quinn Hughes - Together in the Cabin
✨Shea Weber & Cole Caufield - Attending a Holiday Party
✨Jake Neighbours & Scott Perunovich - NYE Kiss
✨Trevor Zegras &Jamie Drysdale - Northern Lights Vacation
✨Jack, Luke, Quinn Hughes - Celebrate Hanukkah
✨Alexander Kerfoot & William Nylander - NYE Proposal
✨Tristian Jarry & Jeff Carter - Decorating the Tree
✨Trevor Zegras & Mason Mctavish - Happy/Grumpy Christmas
✨Brendan Brisson & Thomas Bordeleau - Vegas Christmas
✨Derek Grant & Adam Henrique - Snowed in at the Cabin on the Lake
✨Trevor Zegras & Jamie Drysdale - Excited/Lazy (Grumpy/Happy) for the holidays
✨Chris Kreider & Mika Zibanejad - Hungover in Bed New Years Day
✨Troy Terry & Max Jones - Baking/Decorating Cookies
✨Anthony Stolarz & John Gibson - Moody Christmas Morning
✨Tim Stutzle & Brady Tkachuk - Drunk NYE Kiss -> Hungover New Years Day
✨Jamie Drysdale & Trevor Zegras - Driving in a Snow Storm -> Snowed In
✨Mason Marchment Roope Hintz & Jani Hakanpaa -> First Christmas Together
✨Jamie Drysdale & Trevor Zegras - Inspired by Hallmark AU fanfic
✨Mika Zibanejad & Chris Kreider - Spicy Christmas at the Cabin (18+)
✨Jeremy Swayman & Linus Ullmark - Boston Christmas; Cuddling Inside (18+)
✨Jake Oettinger & Jason Robertson - Cuddles in Cabin
✨Joe Pavelski & Jamie Benn - Cuddles Inside
✨Juraj Slafkovsky & Arber Xhekaj - Soft Badass Christmas
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The Arrangement Part 6
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Summary:  You’re an aspiring model in NYC who is offered an opportunity of a lifetime - an arranged relationship with a famous Ranger. Things start out rough and are further complicated by the fact you’re already in a relationship. Will you be able to figure things out or will it all end in disaster? Word Count:2,655
Warnings: None! sorry this took so long lol
The next morning you woke up the couch. In your emotional stupor, you somehow managed to pull yourself up to sit, despite the protest of your achy muscles. You blinked hard, trying - and failing - to get the sleep out of your eyes.
You couldn’t believe what happened last night. You had a feeling that this whole thing would blow up with Eric eventually. but you never thought it would happen like that. Everything happened to fast it felt like a blur. The one thing that did stand out was Mika’s words. It felt like a knife to the chest all over again thinking of him saying he never wanted to see you again.
You partly felt like you deserved it. What you said to him was awful. You don’t even know why you said it. Everything has been so crazy you went into self-defense autopilot and ended up fucking up something you really wanted.
All you wanted to do was mope all day, but apparently Alice had other plans. Your stomach lurched when her number flashed across your phone. She told you you needed to get down to the agency immediately. She wouldn’t say why, but she did not sound happy.
Your heart was thudding as you got ready. You looked in the mirror before leaving,red puffy eyes staring back at you. You weren’t at all happy with how you looked, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
You walked briskly through the city, wanting to get whatever Alice was going to talk to you about over with. With each block closer you got, your nerves grew. Your mind wandered to worst case scenarios, wondering if you could be fired. Standing outside Alice’s office, you took one last deep breath before opening the door.
Three head’s whipped around: Alice’s, Mika’s, and an unfamiliar man in a suit. You stood there awkwardly for a second, half considering turning around and sprinting away, before taking the open seat next to Mika. Alice and the suited man stood behind her desk, making you feel like a kid getting in trouble with the principle.
“Y/n this is Steve, he works for Mika’s team’s legal team,” Alice explained. Your heart stopped. If the legal team was here, you must be in some deep shit. “We called both of you in today because someone by the name of Eric Holmes came in and told us some pretty troubling things.” You stole look at Mika, to see his reaction, but he was only staring blankly ahead.
“Ms. Y/L/N, Eric said he was your boyfriend and he told us that you told him your relationship with Mika was a publicity stunt. You’re aware that is in direct violation of the contract you signed, yes?” Steve questioned you. You stared wide-eyed, feeling like a deer in headlights. Eric was an asshole, but you couldn’t believe he was actually trying to destroy everything you worked for. You opened your mouth to respond, but your words got caught in your throat.
“It was me,” Mika answered for you. All eyes fell on him, yours being the most surprised. “I was helping y/n with her bags and Eric ambushed us at her apartment. If I hadn’t said anything, he would have gone nuts.”
“Are you sure about that? Because he told us specifically that it was y/n and that she told him the two of you slept together, which is a violation of both of your contracts,” Steve pressed on.
“Of course he would say that, he’s an asshole just trying to get his ex in trouble. The dude swung at me and pushed her, clearly he’s not trustworthy,” Mika replied.
“Then why are there pictures of you and y/n kissing?” Alice jumped in.
Mika shrugged casually. “I’ve kissed people during publicity relationships before. I thought I was supposed to. I misunderstood.” The two of them eyed him skeptically, then turned their attention to you.
“Is this true?” Steve asked. You looked at Mika, who nodded, telling you it was okay to go along with it.
“He’s right,” you agreed, “Eric’s crazy, he was probably just trying to hurt me.”
“You’re going to need to cut contact with him,” Steve instructed.
“That will not be a problem,” you replied, more than happy to never see him again.
“And the two of you are going to have to be more careful when you’re out on the last couple dates. No more kissing,” Steve continued.
“That definitely won’t be a problem,” Mika muttered. You kept a poker face as best as you could, trying to ignore how that stung. After a few more reminders of how we were supposed to behave, we were set free. Mika left without a word, but you caught up with him in the lobby.
“Mika wait,” you called after him, wanting a chance to explain yourself.
He sighed, reluctantly turning around. “What?”
You froze, suddenly feeling nervous in front of him. “I- uh I just wanted to thank you for- for saving my ass in there,” you stumbled.
“You’ve got a lot more to lose than I do,” Mika shrugged.
“Right, well I really appreciate that,” you replied awkwardly. He could have easily thrown you under the bus, but he didn’t.
“Sure,” Mika replied halfheartedly.
“About everything that happened yesterday, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-” Mika put his hand up, cutting you off.
“I’ve been thinking and you’re right y/n,” He began, “We’ve caused problems in each other’s lives. I was never the type to cheat, yet I knowingly slept with someone who had a boyfriend. I don’t want to be that person. Let’s just get through these last couple dates and then we can move on with our lives.”
His words weren’t necessarily mean, but they felt so harsh. So final. “Okay,” was all you could bring yourself to say. With that, Mika left and you were alone again. You sulked back to your apartment, ready to return to your moping.
As much as you wanted to do nothing, you decided you had to check your email, something you hadn’t done in a few days. Just because you personal life was going to shit didn’t mean your professional life had to. You scrolled through a bunch of spam when suddenly your heart stopped. You had an email from Gucci.
You clicked it immediately, finding an invitation to a casting call for their New York Fashion week show. You wanted to jump up and scream with joy. You’ve wanted to do something like that since you started modeling and you couldn’t believe you may actually have a chance.
For a second you wondered if you should even take it. Was it right to take an opportunity from Mika after everything that happened? Part of you felt bad, but you reasoned that you should get something good out of this mess. If you landed this, it could change your world. You weren’t about to let a stupid mistake get in the way.
A few days later you were walking towards the building where the Gucci casting call was taking place. You tried to calm your nerves with slow breaths, knowing Gucci wouldn’t be looking for someone who wasn’t confident. You walked into the waiting, surrounded by other beautiful girls. You sat in one of the only empty seats, getting yourself in the zone.
When your name was called, you took a final deep breath and got into your work mode. The creative director of the fashion show flipped through the photos you bought and complimented much of your work, boosting your confidence.
Now it was time for your walk. This was the scariest part. You were pretty confident in your runway walk abilities, but all it could take was a bump in the floor to throw you off. Nevertheless, you killed the walk and you felt like she was impressed.
The woman told you that in about a week or so she would be making calls about who was walking for the show. Although you wouldn’t know for sure, you felt like you left a really good impression and had a decent chance of getting a spot in the show. As you walked out of the building, you felt the best you did in a couple days. However, there was a cloud hanging over your joy. All you wanted to do was call Mika and tell him how well it went, but you couldn’t.
Whatever, you thought, you’re going to try the best to enjoy this little high you were on. You treated yourself to your favorite coffee drink, then picked up some cookie mix. By the time you got back to your apartment, you couldn’t wait to start baking and draw up a bath to relax in. However, Alice had other plans.
When you saw her name on your phone you considered ignoring it and pretending like you didn’t see it. However, after the shit that happened the other day, you weren’t trying to get yourself in more trouble.
Alice told you that tonight you had to go out to a fancy restaurant tonight. The exact opposite of what you wanted to do. Not that it mattered to her.
“Maybe tomorrow,” you said to the cookies, as you reluctantly put them away. You retreated to your room, now needing to get ready to spend a night with someone who barely wanted to look at you. Fun.
The only dress you felt was nice enough for the occasion was a silky black one you bought awhile back. It was one of those slinky dresses that seemed to just fall on your body and hit you in all the right places. Ironically, you purchased it with the intention of wearing it on an anniversary date with Eric, but that definitely wasn’t going to be happening. Nevertheless, it was a a sexy dress and shouldn’t to waste. If you didn’t feel good, you wanted to at least look good.
Fred’s ‘here’ text came way too soon. You braced yourself for an awkward car ride, but when you opened the door, Mika was not there.
“He wanted to go separately,” Fred explained noticing your confused expression.
“Oh,” was all you could manage, slumping down into your seat.
“I may be out of place for asking, but is everything alright with you and Mika? You seemed so happy the other day,” he questioned.
You sighed. “I messed up. I said something stupid and hurt him and now I’ve ruined everything.”
“Do you like him, y/n? I mean like do you really, really like him?” Fred asked.
“Yes,” you answered without having to think about it, “I do. But I don’t know if that matters now. After what I said I doubt he feels the same anymore.”
“Y/n, I’ve seen the way that boy looks at you. He’s head over heals crazy for you. The feelings behind that kind of look doesn’t go away over one stupid fight. If you like him like you say you do, you need to let him know. Love’s not easy, but it’s the most amazing thing when you get it right. And I think you and Mika could have something beautiful if you’re willing to fight for it,” Fred stated.
“Thank you Fred,” you replied, biting back tears, “I really needed to hear that.”
“Of course,” Fred replied, “I’ve driven a lot people around over the years. A lot of people who’ve said they’re in love, but don’t have anything between them. You and Mika have something special and I would hate to see that end.”
“I swear you’re more like a therapist than a driver,” you laughed, grateful you had someone to talk to.
“Just doing my job,” Fred smiled as he pulled up to the restaurant. “Now go in here and get your man.”
You flung your arms around Fred from the backseat, hugging him the best you could. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you gushed, before hopping out of the car. You felt a million times more confident than you did before.
However, that didn’t last too terribly long. Seeing Mika, especially dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, took a bit over your nerve away. Nothing like an insanely attractive man to mess up for confidence.
“Hey,” you said quietly, taking a seat across from him.
“Hey,” Mika replied with no enthusiasm. You fell into an awkward silence. You tried to think in your head how you wanted to say this. Or if he would even let you say it. He cut you off when you tried to apologize the other day. Maybe he didn’t care and wouldn’t want to listen.
The waiter came and filled the silence. You and Mika both absentmindedly ordered something, clearly not very interested in food at the moment. And then the silence returned. It was crushing. You couldn’t stand it any longer so you decided it was now or never.
“Mika, I need to talk to you and I- I need you to just listen, okay?” you tried sounding confident, but you weren’t sure it was convincing.
“Okay,” Mika replied with a sigh. Here goes nothing.
“What happened with Eric,” you began trying to find the words, “What I said, it couldn’t be further from the truth. I was scared and upset and I let my stupid emotions speak for me. You haven’t made my life worse, you’ve made it so much better. I’ve only known you for a few weeks, but they’ve been some of the happiest I’ve had and I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want to lose you. If you really want nothing to do with me, then fine. I’ll go on the last date and never bother you again. But if you feel anything for me, let me show you I mean what I’m saying. Tell me there is something left fighting for, and I swear I will fight for you with everything I have in me.”
You were slightly breathless from all the words that just fell out of your mouth. You were proud of yourself for making it through he whole thing without crying, though. Mika looked at you with a face that was hard to read, and you wondered if you made a fool of yourself.
Suddenly, Mika’s hand slipped over yours. A small graced his face. “Of course there is something to fight for. There always will be with you.”
“Seriously? You meant it?” You couldn’t believe your ears.
“Absolutely,” He confirmed, “You’ve been under a crazy amount of stress, especially after Eric pushed you like that. I shouldn’t have let my anger get the best of me the way I did. I’m sorry I said those things and made you feel like I didn’t care about you.”
“Don’t apologize,” you shook your head, “I deserved that.”
“But you didn’t,” Mika replied, “I should have been more understanding to what you were going through. You had it a lot worse than me.”
“It’s okay, Mika. I just want to out that behind us,” you told him.
“I would be more than happy to leave that behind,” Mika agreed. “I just want to focus on a future with you.”
“Are they going to let us be together?” you asked nervously. As much as you and Mika wanted to be together, the contracts would always put that in jeopardy.
“Nothing they do is going to stop me from being with you,” Mika stated with certainty.
“What do you think they’ll do to us?” you asked, scared of what could happen. Would they really take everything from you? The lawyer Steve seemed pretty damn serious.
“Don’t worry about that now, love. We have each other right now and that’s what matters,” Mika assured you. He brought your hand to his lips, kissing it softly. You smiled knowing he was right. Everything else didn’t matter in that moment because for now, you were safe with him.
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numba99 · 5 years
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The Arrangement Part 5
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Summary: You’re an aspiring model in NYC who is offered an opportunity of a lifetime - an arranged relationship with a famous Ranger. Things start out rough and are further complicated by the fact that you’re already in a relationship. Will you be able to figure thing out or will it all end in disaster? Word count:2,502
Warnings: light smut, physical altercation 
The morning sun flooded the room, warming every inch of skin it hit. Your eyes fluttered open, finding two hazel ones staring dreamily at you. You smiled as the events of last night came back to you.
“Morning. love,” Mika greeted you softly, his voice thick with grogginess.
“Morning,” you replied, stretching lightly, “Enjoying the view?”
“Yes actually,” he smiled, “You’re quite beautiful when you sleep.” You blushed, turning into his bare chest. “And when you’re shy.”
“You’re cute when you’re complimenting me,” you joked, pressing his skin.
“Am I cute when I’m hungry? Because I’m starving,” Mika replied.
“Definitely still cute,” you confirmed, “Some food sounds really good right about now.”
“You like pancakes?” Mika asked, gently petting the top of your head.
“Who doesn’t?”
“Fair enough,” he laughed, getting up from bed. You admired his bare frame as he walked away. How was it that every single part of him was so beautiful? He slipped on a pair of boxers and a sweater, smirking when he caught you staring. “You rest here babe, I’ll bring you food when it’s ready,” Mika told you.
You laid in bed alone for a little while, savoring how peaceful you felt. However, you quickly started to miss Mika. The bed grew cold without him there, and you craved the warmth only he could provide. You pulled on a pair of underwear and the yellow sweater he was supposed to give you yesterday and then joined him in the kitchen. You snuck up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Sorry, I couldn’t stay away,” you admitted, kissing his back.
“S’alright,” Mika replied, flipping a pancake, “I was getting a little lonely honestly.” You released him from your embrace, giving him room to flip the pancakes. You hopped up on the counter across from him, enjoying the view.
Mika turned around, faking an offended face. “You stole my look.”
“Right, because you invented the sweater underwear look,” you rolled your eyes.
Mika chuckled, “The most annoying part is you look better in that sweater than I do.” He walked over to you, sliding himself between your legs at the edge of the counter.
“Well I wouldn’t go that far,” you replied, wrapping you legs around him to pull him closer.
“If I wasn’t so hungry, I fuck you right here on the counter,” Mika purred, pressing a kiss to your neck.
“If I wasn’t so hungry, I’d let you,” you replied, pulling his face up to yours and nipping his bottom lip. “Um I think something is burning,” you said, seeing smoke over his shoulder.
“Shit,” Mika laughed, pulling himself away from you. He yanked the pan off the stove and tossed the blackened pancake into the garbage. Mika made a couple more pancakes before deciding it was enough for the two of you (although it looked like enough for a small army to you). He got out a plate for each of you and carried the towering stack of pancakes to the table on the porch outside.
The two of you ate more than your fair share of pancakes, surrounded by crisp, clear air. Once you were both stuffed, Mika nodded towards the jacuzzi. “Want to try that out?”
“Only if you don’t judge my food baby,” you joked rubbing your stomach.
“I would never,” he laughed, gathering up the empty plates. You returned to your respective rooms to change into bathing suits. You dug through your suitcase, glad you tossed in a swimsuit at the last minute. You pulled on your little red bikini, checking to make sure you looked good, before heading back out to the porch.
You found Mika fiddling with the knobs wearing none other than a red bathing suit. “Well would you look who’s the copy cat now,” you said. Mika whipped around, laughing as he saw you two wore the same color.
“I guess it was just meant to be,” He smiled, he pressed a button, making the entire tub bubble. Mika clapped, “Got it!” He extended his hand, helping you step into the warm tub. Mika settled in next to you, draping his arm over your shoulders.
“You think there are people out there taking our picture right now?” you asked, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Probably,” Mika sighed. You looked deep into the trees, trying to find any sign of life. You didn’t see anyone, yet you still felt like you were being watched.
“So weird,” you mumbled, shaking your head.
“Maybe we should give them a show?” Mika suggested with a cheeky smile. You were about to ask what he meant when his hand snaked down you boy, toying with the strings of your bikini.
“Mika!” you gasped, slapping his chest.
“What?” he smirked, “It’s underwater, they’ll never see.” He pulled on the string, causing your bottom to fall away. He gently rubbed over your center, making you squirm. “It’s kind of hot, no? The danger of getting caught at any moment,” he purred. You had to admit it, it was pretty freaking hot. You feel that familiar pleasurable ache of arousal already.
“If I have to risk it so do you,” you replied, reach your hand down, surprised to find his bathing suit was already down.
“Mine been off since we got in here, babe,” Mika smirked proudly.
“You were planning to do this, weren’t you?” you asked, laughing.
“You caught me,” Mika mused, slipping a finger into you making your mouth fall open. “Care now, love, gotta keep a straight face or they’ll know.” You snapped your mouth shut and nodded, definitely not wanting to get caught.
Mika pumped his finger, making the water pulsate around you. The new stimulation was making your pleasure build at faster rate. Before you got too caught up in your own pleasure, you wanted to give Mika a taste of his own medicine.
You wrapped your hand around his hard base sliding up and down his length. The drag from the water made it hard for you to move too fast, but Mika seemed to like the new sensation as much as you. His jaw tightened, trying as hard as possible to keep a straight face.
Mika moved his fingers to your clit, rubbing circles over the already sensitive area. You felt your orgasm mounting fast and you knew you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself. Just as your high hit, you slid underwater to conceal your face. Being submerged cut off all your other sense, making the pleasure you felt so much more intense.
When you finished, you came up gasping for air making Mika laugh. “Shut up,” you laughed, splashing him with water. It was time for him to know how it felt. Your tightened your grip on him making him hiss. You moved as quickly as the water allowed, building up his pleasure. You rubbed your thumb over his tip, making his hips twitch. Just as he was going to release, he grabbed your face, kissing you deeply to hide his orgasm.
You returned his kiss, happily finishing him off. Suddenly, it hit you that you weren’t supposed to be kissing in public. You jumped back, afraid it was already too late. “Shit, Mika, we aren’t supposed to kiss where our picture could be taken,” you said.
“Fuck the rules,” Mika replied, taking your face in his and kissing you again. This time you didn’t pull away. Maybe there would be repercussions, but you didn’t care. You wanted Mika and that was all that mattered.
When you finally pulled away you smiled, nuzzling against Mika’s shoulder. “Is it wrong that I don’t want to leave?” you asked, tracing random shapes over his skin.
Mika shook his head. “I would stay right here forever if I could.” The two of you stayed like that for awhile, just enjoying each others company. Eventually you returned inside, where the same activities ensued just under a blanket instead of in water.
Sunday came too soon. You found yourself packing up your stuff with a frown on your face. “S’alright love,” Mika whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist, “It’s not over for us.”
Fred pulled up right on time, helping you with your stuff. “Did you two kids have a nice weekend?” he asked as you and Mika settled into the back seat. The two of you exchanged a knowing smile.
“You could say that,” he replied. Fred smiled and pulled off as Mika wrapped his arm around you. You rested your head on his shoulder, trying to bite back tears. You don’t know why you suddenly became so sad. You felt like you were leaving behind your happiness. It was so simple in that cabin. Just you and Mika, nothing else mattered. But now you were returning to a world of rules, regulations, complications and… Eirc.
Shit Eric, you thought. As shitty as it sounds, you completely forgot about him this weekend. How the hell were you going to navigate this? You’ve been lying to him for weeks and now you’ve actually cheated on him. You felt like the worlds biggest asshole.
The decision between Mika and Eric should be easy, yet it wasn’t. Sure, Mika was amazing, but there was so much that came with being with him. You weren’t even sure if you were legally allowed to date him after all that paperwork you signed. And even if you were, all that media attention all time would be a lot. Eric, well, he at the very least was familiar. You were torn between what was easy and what you knew, and was amazing, but not certain.
“Here,” Fred announced as he pulled up to your apartment.
“Is everything alright?” Mika asked, noticing you were a little off.
“Yeah, just tired,” you lied. Mika nodded, giving you a kiss on the cheek before you exited the car. You grabbed your bags from the trunk, telling Fred you were okay to carry them up on your own.
When you swung open your door, furrowing your brows when you saw the light was on. You could have sworn turned it off before you left…unless…
“Welcome back,” Eric deadpanned from the living room, crumbled roses in his hand.
“Eric… I wasn’t expecting you here,” you said nervously. The TV was on and your heart sunk as you realized the photo of you and Mika kissing was on the screen. You also realized there were some beer cans laying around. Your eyes, darted back to Eric afraid of what he may do.
“You fucking lying bitch,” he spat, “I came here to welcome you back with flowers and this? This is what I fucking see! How could you fucking doing this to me?”
“I can explain, I swear!” you exclaimed, desperate to defuse the situation.
“Really? You’ve been saying that a lot these days, but it’s bull shit,” his words slurred slightly as he yelled at you.
“It’s a publicity relationship!” you admitted despite your better judgement. Eric looked at you confused. There was no going back now, so you explained, “I signed something that said I would go on fake dates with him a couple times. It was supposed to just get my name out there and boost my chances of getting bigger jobs.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? You just lied this entire time,” Eric questioned.
“I signed all this paperwork. They could sue me for everything I have if I tell anyone, including you,” you replied, “I’m sorry Eric, I- I know I should have told you but I was scared I would lose everything. I thought maybe my name would never get out and this would all go away, but I fucked up I’m sorry.”
“So- so this was fake? You never did anything with him?” Eric asked. Your mind flashed to Mika on top of you, sharing an intimate moment. You could lie, he’d never know, but you knew you had to come clean.
You took a deep breath. “I-I slept with him.”
“What!” Eric screamed.
“Hey, y/n, you left this in the - oh shit,” Mika walked through the door to your apartment, holding a hat of yours in his hand. He paused, looking at you wide eyed as he realized he just intruded on a fight.
“You piece of shit!” Eric screamed lunging at Mika. He manged to punch Mika in the face, though it didn’t seem to bother Mika too much. Hockey players are used that you supposed. You jumped up, trying to stop Eric, but he turned his anger on you. “You fucking lying slut!” He pushed you down with all his might, making you fall and hit your head on the coffee table. He went to go after you again, but Mika grabbed him, punching him so hard he fell to the floor. Some blood trickled from a cut on his cheek where one of Mika’s rings had hit him.
Mika rushed to your side. “Y/n are you okay? Are you bleeding?” He anxious checked your head for any sign of injury.
“I’m okay,” you insisted sitting up, though tears were stinging your eyes as you realized your world was falling apart.
Eric got up and spat, “Fuck both of you.” He rushed out the door, slamming it behind him.
“Come on, let me help you up,” Mika said grabbing your arm.
“I’m fine, just get off of me,” you snapped, yanking your arm away from him. So much was swirling around inside you right now. You had difficulty placing all the emotions, so it just came out as anger.
“Y/n, is everything alright?” Eric asked.
“Seriously? My boyfriend just found out I cheated on him and pushed me and you’re asking if I’m alright?” you asked.
“I- I don’t understand,” Mika stumbled, dumbfounded.
“Of course you don’t! Before you came into my life, everything was fine! My life was normal, but then you come along and everything got fucked up!” you yelled. Mika’s face cracked, pain evident in his normally sweet features.
“So it’s my fault Eric is a total asshole to you? Last time I checked you decided to sleep with me,” Mika fired back.
“You took advantage of me. You knew I was upset about Eric was vulnerable,” you shot back. You didn’t even know what you were saying, yet you couldn’t stop yourself. Your emotions were in overdrive, completely fucking up for sense.
“Is that really what you think of me?” Mika asked. You stared back it him unable to reply. You knew Mika wouldn’t do that, yet couldn’t bring yourself to speak. “I’ll take that as my answer,” Mika muttered when you didn’t answer, “Take some fucking accountability for once in your life. Thinking you were different was a fucking mistake, I can’t wait until I never have to see you again.” With that he left, slamming the door behind him.
Once you were alone you collapsed to the floor. Tears flooded your face as you felt your world falling apart.
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