#mika zibanejad imagine

[laurenairay]

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.”

#my writing #mika zibanejad blurb #follower milestone celebration #mika zibanejad fic #mika zibanejad imagine #mika zibanejad x reader #mika zibanejad fanfic #hockey blurb

[skjeinon]

cockwarming mika z while he makes music but after a bit he gets impatient and just fucks the shit outta you

18+

you both have this apartment in new york, you’ve been living with him for a good 4-5 months now and you’re aware that he takes time to himself to make music , especially when he gets the rare time

week long christmas break? you both decided to stay in new york , together. going home was difficult to swing for either of you so you’re both occupying your time in new york while chris goes back to boston and the other guys are here, doing their own things with family.

mika, busy with his music, let’s it occupy a day or two and he’s acknowledged to himself that he hadn’t taken care of you enough so one time while he’s sitting at his desk, he pulls his headphones off and turns to see you sitting on the couch, wearing one of his hoodies in a pair of flimsy shorts and fuzzy socks, looking down at your phone. your eyes flick to his , smiling to see he was looking at you. your screen was bright on your face as night had fallen over the city, lightning up the apartment with the lamp from across the room, his computer screen and the city light from the large windows.

“you’re so gorgeous..” he mumbles, smiling at your own smile, he then beckons you to get up and you do. “what is it?” you mumble, walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “cmere..” he taps his lap, causing you to follow his orders, sitting down on his lap. you could feel where he was hard. you knew what he wanted and you had been hoping for it all day. you were cooped up in the apartment and just wanted him to bend you over and fuck you at any moment.

you , without acting like it was on purpose, rolled against his hips. a soft groan left him, his hardon becoming increasingly noticeable. you do it again, this time to bother him, while letting out a soft whimper against your own will. “fuck - babe.” he mumbled, placing his chin against your shoulder as he continued to work. sharing your body heat in the chilly new york apartment. readjusting, you do it again. “mika..” you mumble softly against him. he lets out a groan, but this times groan of annoyance.

“you trying to distract me?” he smiled as he pulled away, looking down at you. “yeah maybe a little. you were the one that called me over here,” you shrugged. he let you lean back against his desk as he moved his hands down to mess with his shorts. “i guess you’re right” he said as he pulled his cock out. “just sit in it for now, i’ll fuck you later i promise.” nodding, you pull the shorts aside and slowly slide onto his cock. you tried not to throw your head back as he filled you. his cock was perfect. it fit all inside, just snugly against your core, and everytime he fucked you it never got old.

sitting against his hips, you got comfortable but every now and again, with his headphones over his ears, he would tap his leg. you would try not to react but you could feel him tense up every time you tightened around him. he thought maybe he could get through it but he felt like he was gonna break as his foot tapped to a fast beat and you were basically trying not to melt under him. he finally pulled his headphones off and grabbed you, pulling you close to him as he stood up. you still on his cock, while he just carried you to the couch.

you had no words, just a little stunned as he pulled out, laid you down, and was setting himself back up to enter you again. “i couldn’t wait any longer, you just kept squeezing around my fucking cock and i just need to fuck you.” his hair was all unkept from the headset and falling over his eyes as he placed his hands on your hips, thumbs pressing up into your belly as he entered you.

once he got used to you again, he began to fuck you like an impatient dog. your head was thrown back as he mumbled “good girl- fuck my good girl.” his hand made it to your face, and gently grabbing your chin, he makes you look him in the eyes. “you’re my baby girl aren’t you..” and as you nodded, he shakes his head. “say it.”

“yes, i am..”

“good girl, and who does this pussy belong to?” god how long had he been holding in this urge. he never pulls out all the dirty talk stops like this.

“it belongs to you, mika..” he could tell you were close by the tremble in your voice, causing him to let go of your face and bring his hands back to your hips. he pulled your hips up closer to his, causing your eyes to roll back as he hit the spot that he knew would make you cum the fastest. “you’re close, aren’t you, baby..”

“yes , fuck yes i am..” with your hands, now wrapped around his wrists as he holds your hips, your hips would rut into his, desperately trying to cum on his cock until he speeds up.

“mhh baby i want you to cum oh my cock, please baby..” he groans, as he can feel you coming closer until you finally give him the satisfaction, the white hot feeling striking through you, leaving you shaking until his sped up thrusts result in his cum spilling into your cunt.

leaning over, with his cock still buried deep in you, your hips resting on his thighs, he kisses you. he mumbled a soft set of i love yous between those kisses before looking down to see satisfaction tracing your face.

#mika zibanejad smut #mika zibanejad #nhl blurb #nhl smut #18+ #nhl nyr #new york rangers imagine #skjeinon answers

[fruitcoops]

So I was just watching Matty Healy’s “celebrity school run” interview from BCC Radio One, and my mind jumped right to imagining Sirius with a couple awestruck hockey kids in the back of his truck, navigating questions as he drives them around (maybe to hockey practice instead of school??)! Congrats on finishing finals!! <3

Fic O'Ween Day 9: Sugar Rush! Cap credit to @lumosinlove and fest credit to @noots-fic-fests <3 Cutie patootie start to the weekend!

“Ask him!”

“I don’t wanna ask. You do it.”

“Everything alright back there?”

A small boy in a blue shirt dropped an elbow into the side of his, equally small yet significantly blonder, companion. “How does the internet work?” the blond boy blurted.

In the front seat, Sirius Black frowned at the road. “Quoi?”

“I told you it was a dumb question!” a redheaded little girl whispered across the seat.

“The internet,” the blond boy repeated, twisting the pocket of his cargo shorts into a nub in his fist. “How’s it work?”

“Uh…”

“My mom said the government tells you on your first adult birthday,” the dark-haired boy informed him as he leaned forward onto the console. “So you’ve gotta know, ‘cause you’re totally an adult.”

“Your mother is right, Ethan,” Sirius agreed. His eyes darted to the small camera stuck on the car’s dashboard. “That’s—yes, you’ll have to wait until you’re eighteen to find out. I can’t tell you. It would be illegal.”

Ethan rolled his eyes. “But you’re Canadian, so American laws don’t apply to you.”

“It’s international.” Suburban homes rolled past outside, surrounded by fresh spring foliage. “The UN decided on that rule.”

“Aw, man.”

“Are you really getting married?” the redheaded girl piped up.

“Yes.”

“When?”

“Summer.”

“But when?”

“Summer,” Sirius repeated with a laugh.

“What day?” She poked her head between the front seats as well, bumping shoulders with Ethan. “Can we come?”

“Definitely not. Both of you, sit back, you’re going to get hurt.” Sirius glanced into the rearview mirror as he turned onto another narrow street. “Look at Jacob. He’s doing it right.”

Jacob preened, shooting each of his companions a Cheshire grin. “Lydia said you’re getting married to your boyfriend. Is that true?”

“Fiance, but yes.” Sirius reached back to shoo Lydia and Ethan back into their seats, one hand on the wheel. “Why do you know so much about my wedding? Aren’t you supposed to ask me hockey questions?”

“We have time. School doesn’t start for an hour.” Lydia folded her hands in her lap and squinted to look out at the road. “Also, my sister plays hockey and she was telling me that her team was telling her that you're gonna be the first married hockey player ever.”

“That’s…that’s not true.”

“Of course it is.”

“There are so many married hockey players!” Sirius laughed.

“Oh yeah?” Jacob challenged. “Who?”

“James Potter, Pascal Dumais, Sergei Ivanov, Adam Fox, Mika Zibanejad, Brad Marchand—I think most NHL players are married, actually.”

“Is the Earth actually round, or is the government lying?” Ethan asked, picking at the back of Sirius’ seat.

Sirius pressed his lips together for a moment. “Ah,” he began, coughing through a laugh. “Nope, it’s definitely round. People have known that for a long time.”

“My uncle says the government lies a lot.”

“Well, my uncle works for the government,” Jacob scoffed.

“Well—”

“Why is the Earth round?” Lydia butted in. “I think you’re lying. If it was round, everything in Australia would be upside down.”

“Oh god,” Sirius muttered. “Okay, new rule: no flat Earth discussions in the car.”

“Cause you’re lying?”

“Cause Galileo is spinning in his grave.”

“Isn’t that the bird from the movie with the girl and the volcano and the lizard and Russell Crowe and that one lady?”

Jacob gasped and turned to her. “My mom loves Russell Crowe! Y’know, Mr. Sirius Black, you kinda look like Russell Crowe.”

“No, he doesn’t.”

“He kinda does,” Ethan admitted.

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Nuh—”

“Okay,” Sirius announced as he paused at a stoplight with a thousand-yard stare. “We’re not doing any ‘nuh-uh’s until you are safely at school. Do you act like this when your parents are driving?”

All three children stared at him from the backseat. For a singular second, their fidgeting paused. “Like what?” Lydia asked, clearly bewildered. “The lady with the camera told us to ask you questions.”

Sirius seemed to process that for a beat. His fingertips drummed on the steering wheel while they waited for the light to change. “I’m starting to realize I don’t spend enough time with kids to know how you’re supposed to act.”

“Isn’t your brother a million years younger than you?”

“Six years.”

Lydia gave him a skeptical look over her glasses. “I’m only eight, so that’s basically forever.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“How come clouds have different shapes?” Ethan asked. “Is it because birds fly through them and turn them all thin after they’re fluffy?”

“No, the wind does that.”

“Why?”

“It’s the wind, it doesn’t have reasons.”

“How do you know.”

“Because I’m an adult. Hey, look, a pigeon.”

All three children lunged toward the window, straining at their seatbelts and booster seats. Sirius glanced at the dashcam with a small, pleased smile and made a smooth left turn onto Main Street. “Where is it?” Jacob asked eagerly. “Was it big? What color was it? I don’t see it.”

“Oh, I think it was in the parking lot back there,” Sirius said casually. “Keep an eye out, see if there are more.”

“I’m never allowed to ask adults this many questions,” Lydia gushed, swinging her feet above the floor of the car. “Do you pay taxes?”

“Yes.”

“How do they work?”

“Good question. I have no idea.”

Ethan, apparently tired of pigeon-spotting, sat up straight and began peeling a sticker off the side of his booster. “Do you speak French?”

“Ouais.”

“Can you say something in French?”

“Ouais,” Sirius repeated with a grin.

“Please?”

“I just did.”

“Way,” Ethan mimicked. “Ha! That sounds like a duck. Wah-wah-wah-wah—”

“Yellow punch buggy.”

A flurry of movement and stifled ‘ow’s followed on swift wings; Sirius winced, but didn’t seem particularly regretful. “So,” he tried again. “What do you guys like to do at school?”

“Have lunch.”

“Read.”

“Recess.”

He nodded with a light laugh. “You know what, that’s fair.”

Jacob cocked his head to the side. “Did you like school?”

“I loved school.”

“What was your favorite subject?”

“Math.” A simultaneous false gag from three different mouths made him jump slightly, glancing over his shoulder. “Jesus—”

“I hate math,” Lydia declared. “We started multiplication and it makes my head hurt.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

Ethan’s nose wrinkled. “I like math, but it’s definitely not my favorite. Hey, do you have tattoos?”

“No.”

“Can we see them?”

Sirius’ brow knit. “I just told you I don’t have any.”

“You’re a hockey player, you gotta have tattoos. Thomas Walker has them, Cole Reyes has them, James Potter has them…”

“James doesn’t have tattoos,” Sirius snorted. “Where are you getting your information?”

“My brother. He knows everything.”

“How old is he?”

“Eleven.”

Sirius nodded slowly, biting the inside of his cheek. “A wise age.”

“How many teeth are you missing?”

“None, dude,” Jacob interrupted. “Didn’t you see earlier? He has perfect teeth. Hey, Mr. Sirius Black, did you have braces?”

“No.”

“Your teeth just grew like that?”

“Mhmm.”

“I just lost a tooth last week.”

Sirius stopped at the corner, looking over his shoulder at them. “Oh, really? Your first?”

“Nah, my fifth,” Jacob answered, as jaded as a third-grader could get. “It’s boring now. I got a quarter for it, though. My sister wanted to tie it to a doorknob, but my dad didn’t let her.”

Lydia nodded solemnly. “My cousin lost her first tooth when a piñata hit her.”

“I lost mine while I was eating a tuna sandwich,” Ethan added. “Then it was a blood sandwich. It was crazy.”

“Gross,” Lydia said with great approval.

Apparently satisfied with the direction the conversation had gone, the car remained near-silent for almost fifteen seconds. They headed past several gas stations (and their pigeon-filled parking lots) before stopping once again at a red light.

Ethan let out a loud gasp. “Tim Hortons!”

Sirius turned as if on instinct, craning his neck, before he seemed to realize the danger of the situation. Lydia slapped at the back of the driver’s seat with an excited hand, bouncing in her booster. “We gotta go, we gotta go, we gotta go.”

To his credit, Sirius spared a half-second to consider it. “Absolutely not.”

To his demise, Sirius spared a half-second to consider it. They fell on him like miniature wolves to a downed caribou.

“Please,” Ethan begged. “Please, please, their hot cocoa is so good, you don’t understand.”

“I’m Canadian, I understand better than you do.”

“Then we have to go!”

“There is no world where I get three kids on a Tim Horton’s sugar rush before school.” He shook his head and began turning off Main Street. “Not in this lifetime. Your teachers would hunt me for sport.”

“You’re Canadian! You’re—you’re Queb—” Ethan made a frustrated noise and turned to Jacob. “What’s the word for Quebec people?”

“…Canadians…?”

“Quebecois,” Sirius informed him. His eyes widened slightly. “Wow, is that the first question you’ve asked that I can actually answer?”

“You’re Quebecois,” Ethan continued, stumbling over each syllable. He made it there in the end, but not before everyone else in the car made a pained face. “That means you have to take us to Tim Horton’s.”

“No.”

Lydia’s eyes were fever-bright in the backseat, as if she had knocked back a handful of jellybeans and Red Bull. “Timmy’s, Timmy’s, Timmy’s…”

“Please, no.”

Jacob and Ethan brightened immediately, because of course they did. Sirius watched the road in mournful disbelief, like he was driving into his personal hell with no exit ramp in sight. “TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S—”

“I’ve never having children.”

“TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S, TIMMY’S—”

The shouting came to an abrupt halt. Sirius parked the car under the shade of a large oak tree and waited for several seconds, until all three kids started to exchange wary looks. The silence dragged on. Polyester and cotton rustled.

Sirius rested his elbow on the console and turned to the backseat, one eyebrow raised. “Are we done?”

“Are you gonna turn this car around?” Jacob whispered in quiet horror.

“Non. I have a deal for you, though.” Instant curiosity overcame their concern. Sirius held three fingers up. “One: don’t kick the back of my seat. Two: don’t yell in my car, it’s very distracting. Three: Count five pigeons by the time we get to school. I will ask your parents if I can bring you Timbits—”

Gasps of delight filled the car.

“—if you promise to do all three of those things.”

Jacob tucked his hands under his legs, all but vibrating with anticipation. “Can you get cinnamon ones?”

“Can you find five pigeons?”

“Of course I can,” he whispered.

Sirius nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Do you make a million bajillion dollars?” Lydia asked.

“Non. But I do have money for Timbits for nice kids who ask cool questions.”

Ethan’s mouth fell open. “We’re nice kids who ask cool questions!”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Sirius gave a teasing hum. “I don’t know. Think you can prove it in the next five minutes?”

“What kind of dog do you have?” Lydia asked without hesitation.

“Oh, that is a good question.” The car rumbled to life, and they pulled onto the road without issue. “I don’t know. She’s black, and she has pointy ears.”

“How long do you want to play hockey?”

“Oof. A while. Maybe ten more years? We’ll see.”

Ethan finished peeling the sticker off his booster seat and reached over Lydia to stick it on Jacob’s. “Is being an adult fun?”

“Yes.”

“Is it hard?”

“Yes.”

“If you could get in a time machine and be eight again, would you do it?”

“No.”

Jacob frowned. “How come?”

“Because I like being able to make my own dinner, I would miss my friends, and I wouldn’t be able to get Tim Horton’s whenever I want to.”

Lydia started to kick the back of his seat in boredom, but quickly tucked her foot behind her other leg. “If you were eight and went to our school, do you think we would be friends?”

Sirius smiled, moving slowly past a wire fence. “Sure.”

“Can you say more French stuff?”

“Comme quoi?”

“Um—can you say ‘hello’?”

“Bonjour.”

Jacob chewed on his lower lip. “Can you say…this school is super cool?”

“Cette école est très cool.”

“Is ‘cool’ the same in both?”

“Ouais.”

“Okay, stop, stop, you gotta do English now,” Ethan said hurriedly, waving his hands. “I don’t speak French.”

“That’s okay, you can learn,” Sirius laughed. They rolled to a stop in a mostly-empty section of the parking lot; he waved to someone outside, and the children quickly followed suit. He propped his arm on the console again and raised his eyebrows. “I think your parents are ready to have you back. Any last questions?”

“Do you like books?”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“What kind of Timbits do you like?’

“Have you been playing hockey since before we were born?”

“How does electricity work?”

“Do you kiss your boyfriend? Oh, yeah, how do cars work?”

“How come the sky changes colors but the ocean doesn’t?”

Sirius didn’t miss a beat. “Yes, blue, all of them, yes, I think it’s something with electrons and metal? Yes, engines and combustion, and because the sky and the ocean are made of different things.”

“Okay,” Jacob said with a decisive nod. “Cool! Thanks!”

“Thank you, this was lots of fun.” Sirius unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the car, then came around and opened the backseat door for them. They spilled out in a pile, each meeting his gentle fist-bump with incredible enthusiasm that only grew when he feigned injury at the strength of their hands. Their booster seats came free with little finagling. “Alright, go see your parents. I can carry these.”

“Wait!” Lydia yelped, turning on her heel halfway through a step. “What about the Timbits?”

“Nobody kicked my seat or yelled,” Sirius mused, gathering the boosters in his arms. “Pigeons?”

“Two on the sidewalk, one in the parking lot, and two at the Gas ‘n Sip,” Jacob announced.

“Then they’ll be here when you get out of school,” he promised. They shook on it, tiny hands dwarfed by his palm, before they were off at a sprint once more. “Be safe! Don’t trip on the concrete!”

#sirius black #ocs #sweater weather #vaincre #my fic #fanfic #lumosinlove #fluff #lion pride #celebrity school run #fic o’ween 2023

[fr33sh00tr]

Waves. Hi. I was the anon...I get nervous but ongod I am perceiving....I love sport au's I just think they're funny and silly:) tell me more

HIIIIIII!!!!!! some of this might repeat from the last post bc its late and im tired but here are some more AWESOME FACTS

the organization seekers of darkness are based on the new york rangers, specifically the jersey stripes and color schemes of the uniforms but purple instead of blue and black instead of white

some of the org members are based off irl players: xigbar's appearance is based off mika zibanejad, xemnas' position and goaltending style is lifted from igor shesterkin, saix's enforcer-like qualities are from ryan reaves (who is unfortunately no longer on the nyr

i didnt mention this in the last ask but all of the org members DO IN FACT use their powers to cheat constantly. they have a rule within the team that using their powers is okay as long as they cant get caught by refs or cameras

xigbar specifically uses his gravity powers to invert the inner ear liquid of opposing team players who he is fighting to knock them off balance.

I HAVE A FIC FOR THIS AU ALSO!!! it has the ace attorney team in there too but you can skip around to the org chapters if you wish... you won't really miss anything

the team doesnt have any staff which is fuckt up compared to both irl teams and other teams within the au. they dont have any medical staff or equipment managers or anything theyre just insane like that

luxord has this very unfortunate penchant for catching pucks in the face that is exacerbated by the fact that he refuses to wear a visor on his helmet

marluxia is like a fucking TANK on the ice he bowls over people all the time. he's honestly probably better suited to be a football quarterback but he is really good at keeping the other team from shooting the puck

whenever larxene isnt playing shes on the bench screaming like a spectator. and she has been known to scream "KILL HIM" when a fight breaks out on the ice

despite being consistently in the top 10 teams in the league at all times, the seekers are so damn annoying to everyone that they are considered an underdog team on the in-universe twitter community. similar to how the vegas golden knights are

there have been numerous occasions where vexen and zexion have made a call against the team (they work for the league, not the seekers. it doesnt make sense but dont worry about it) and they have gone home to the castle later that night and found the doors to their rooms mysteriously welded shut. such is life in the hockey team that never was

axel is so. how do i describe his playstyle. if he gets too into the game his skate blades will heat up and melt the ice. he is aware of this so he doesn't stand still even when shooting

if you know what the michigan move is - it's demyx's specialty move. he mostly does cheap, insane, or unexpected goals and is rarely ever able to replicate them afterwards

OKAY that is all i can remember at the moment. i need to go back and update that fic at some point but i imagine as this hockey season picks up (and if the nyr continue to win like they have been) i'll probably be talking abt it more... seriously though thanks for asking about the hockey au ^^ i love talking about it

#askbox #txt #hockey au

[gritty-big-naturals]

okay so *alexis rose hands under chin listening enthusiastically gif* I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED to read your kreids/mika vamp fic (i just cant read incomplete fics, so im waiting for it to be finished for it to be an entire treat f or me!) But like i still want to know about it , like where did the concept come from, and the desire to write *THEM* as vamps?! is there anything you haven't published yet you can tell me about it!? Do any other hockeys/rangers make an appearance? are they still hockey players?

TELL ME WHATEVER you want about this fic honestly, im so READY TO READ IT (no pressure!)

oHOHO I CAN TELL YOU SO MANY THINGS

the idea came from irma zibanejad, absolute queen, putting this on her IG story

i deadass saw the picture and went “ah yes. vampire time” and then i checked the kreidbanejad tag on ao3 and there was not a single vampire fic and i knew what had to be done

the basic premise is that mika’s been a vampire in secret for as long as he’s been on the rangers. he’s got a regular blood “donor” who straight up bails out of the country with no warning so he’s shit out of luck with a very short window of time to figure out how he’s gonna eat, with a big road-trip coming up

he’s got uh. Emotions about being a vampire and most of them are negative (it wasn’t his choice) so he Refuses to tell the team about any of it and just gets sicker and sicker as time goes on

MEANWHILE kreids has been absolutely in love with mika for ages now and sees him start getting ILL and is really freaked out about it and gets (somehow even more) clingy with mika who is also coming to terms with the fact that he’s in love with kreids.

it comes to a head when mika is like. delirious on a road trip because he hasn’t eaten in a month and kreids accidentally starts bleeding im sure u can imagine where it goes from there 👀👀👀

it’s gonna be primarily mika & kreids but other rangers will def be making an appearance, i’m just not Entirely sure whomst exactly yet

but tl;dr i saw pointy canines and said hey what if he was a vampire and also sad about it and also suffering

(also no worries about waiting to read til it’s complete i completely get u!! i usually only read one shots or completed works myself so. i felt that. but i will warn u i’m one of them bitches that takes 83 years to write two sentences so it may take a min lmaoooo)

#kreidbanejad vampire au #vampire!mika #i have so many more thoughts and concepts if u have further questions #but this is the gist of it #sometimes the fic doesn’t exist and u have to do everything urself #including but not limited to making that man sad and gay #fic stuff

[juhollamago]

8??

Zibanejad-Kreider.

if you look at tumblr you might think differently, but I don't think there's this league-wide appreciation for this duo, considering they constantly imagine Mika with someone else. 😂

#tiia takes hockey seriously

[fear-of-flyers]

31 Days of December!

Day 5: Music (Mika Zibanejad x gn!reader)

Suggested Listening: Real Estate by Adam Melchor

Word Count: 881

Warnings: None that I can think of! Please let me know if this isn't true!

Dating Mika had been one of the best things in your life, and one of the things the two of you connected most on was music. You met him while he was DJing at a small club in New York, and with some encouragement from your friends you got his number, setting up a date for later that week. The date was wonderful, Mika kissing you in front of your apartment after with a second date already set up, and now 3 years later it was your third late November anniversary.

With music being such a huge part of your relationship it was the basis of many gifts you had given each other. Gifts ranging from concert tickets to art, you even turning the extra room in your apartment into a music room for Mika, him later adding a record player with all of your favorite records. Playlists and the songs they contained became a staple in your relationship, both you and Mika gaining the ability to match a song to a particular moment and a playlist to an era in your relationship.

One of your favorite parts of the year was the Rangers annual holiday skate. Seeing all of Mika’s teammates with their partners and kids was always nice and you loved spending time with Mika on the ice at MSG without the stress of a hockey game. The past couple of years your favorite part of the skate had been the speaker system that Chris had sweet talked his way into accessing and the jumble of music that came with it. There was a laptop on the bench with Spotify open and a list of rules (that you had to make after too many people hadn’t heard their song, and a particularly funny yelling match between Artemi and Igor that devolved into Russian).

Every year both you and Mika would queue multiple songs, at least once queueing the same song, enjoying the music while skating around with each other, teammates and their kids. This year you were skating with Chris, Mika having gone off to queue a song, talking about your and Mika’s relationship. “It’s been three years, right?” Chris asks. You nod in confirmation “Yep, three of the best years of my life.” You say, “It’s been really good and I’m super happy.” Chris smiles “He’s happy too,” he says “His play has improved over these years, he’s better at expressing how he feels,” “But that could be a coincidence,” you say not believing everything that Chris is saying. “He looks at you like you hung the moon Y/n, it’s you.” Chris responds rolling his eyes “You two are great together. Any talk of a proposal?” You blush at his question and come to a stop. “Yeah, actually.” You say, “We’re both ready and I told him that I just don’t want it to be some big thing.” Chris smiles and pulls you into a hug saying “Well, I’m happy for you, whenever it happens.”

Then, Mika came back over a worried look on his face. “Is everything okay?” He asked, looking you over. “Yeah, we’re fine, why?” You respond confused, you hadn’t fallen or done anything that would be of concern. “You stopped.” Mika said, “You stopped and Chris hugged you, I thought you might have been upset.” You smile at his concerns, loving how caring Mika always was, and pull him into a hug. “I’m just fine love,” you say, pulling out of the hug and grabbing his hand. “Ready to skate again?” Mika smiles, responding by pulling you with him in another lap of the rink.

About halfway through your lap, Real Estate by Adam Melchor starts playing. You look over at Mika and smile, knowing this was the song he queued. Mika smiles back and pulls you into him to dance, singing the song softly into your ear. “Y’know it’s true,” Mika says as he sways the two of you. “What’s true?” You ask looking up from Mika’s chest. “I would bet the house on you.” Mika says “I don’t think that I could survive without you and you influence my every choice in the best way possible.” At that, Mika stops swaying you, you pull back confused and see Mika on one knee in front of you. Gasping out a “Mika”, your hands fly to your mouth, tears starting to form. Around the rink people start to slow down, watching the scene in front of them unfold.

“You’ve been one of the most important people in my life from our first date. You are loving and kind and I couldn’t imagine my life without you. We bought our first house just last month and this song felt perfect for today. Y/n Y/l/n you are the love of my life. Will you marry me?” Mika says. “Yes! Oh my god, yes! Of course, I’ll marry you!” You sob out. Mika slides the ring onto your finger, getting up to pull you into a hug, tears also in his eyes. Clapping around the rink breaks the two of you out of your bubble. Chris pulls you both into a hug whispering a “Congratulations.” You both thank him, accepting congratulations from other friends and teammates, before taking your first lap as fiances.

#mika zibanejad imagine #mika zibanejad x reader #mika zibanejad fic #mika zibanejad #hockey imagine #my writing #fear of writing #31 days of december

[numba99]

Fatal Attraction - Part 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

summary: When a mysterious man shows up at your job, you find yourself inexplicably drawn to him - and him to you. But behind the beautiful face is the dark lifestyle of a man who has made his wealth through becoming the most powerful drug dealer in the city. Word count: 2k

Song: My Favorite Part // Mac Miller

warning; light smut, also sorry if things are repetitive or if their or contingency errors as y'all know I took a bit of a break from writing so if something is a little off apologies just go with with it!!

When you woke up the next morning, your head was still pounding, though it was much lighter than the night before. Truthfully, you were more bothered by the pounding in your chest. You used to wake up like this a lot, feeling incredibly anxious and like your heart could beat out of your chest. It first started after your parents were killed and plagued you almost every morning for the month following. You hadn’t experienced it in quite sometime, but you guessed kidnapping would do that to you.

You reached out beside you, instantly soothed that Mika was there. You rolled over, finding that he was already awake and watching you. He looked worried and you began to wonder if he could actually hear how hard your heart had been pounding.

“Did you sleep okay?” he asked, though it sounded like he already knew the answer.

“Yes,” you lied. You didn’t want him to be anymore worried about you than he already was. Mika didn’t seem too fully believe you, but he didn’t question you either.

“I think we need some time away,” he said sitting up.

“What? I thought last night we agreed we weren't going to leave each other?” you questioned as a rush of anxiety flooded you.

“Sweetheart, no that’s not what I meant,” Mika insisted, taking your hand in his. You settled down, feeling silly for your overreaction. You couldn’t help it, the thought of being away from Mika scared you more than you knew it should. “I’m sorry I scared you with that last night, I really didn’t mean it.”

“It’s okay,” you replied, squeezing his hand and feeling your heart slow.

“No it isn’t,” Mika replied, “I don’t want you to think I ever think about leaving you. I just want to keep you safe and that was me speaking out of fear that I couldn’t protect you anymore. But I can and I will. I promise I’m yours forever, y/n.”

You rested your hand on his cheek, knowing he needed the comforting now. You smiled softly, feeling the familiar scratch of his beard on your palm. “I know Mika. I love you for that.”

“I love you too,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “What I was trying to say was that I want us to go away for a little. Get away from the city and... everything. I have a place upstate thats pretty secluded, we could just have some alone time.”

“That sounds amazing,” you replied, “but don’t they need you here? For the - uh - business stuff?” “They can manage a few days without me,” Mika replied, “I’ve put Chris in charge while I’m gone, it’s not the first time hes had to take things over for me for a few days. Speaking of which, I had him go to your apartment and get some extra clothes and things for the trip. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course,” you nodded, silently hoping Chris didn’t find anything you wouldn’t want him to. Like clockwork, Chris walked in.

“Everything’s packed and in the car for you guys,” Chris told Mika. 

“We are going now?” you asked.

“Do you have better plans?” he raised a brow at you.

“Guess not,” you chuckled. Before you left, Mika checked you again for concussion symptoms like the doctor ordered. Both of you were relieved to find that you had escaped sans concussion.

“We’ll be back in a few days,” Mika said to Chris as you slid into the car, “Call me if you need me, but try not to need me.”

Chris chuckled, “I've got it don't worry. You two enjoy yourselves.” You both replied with a thanks said goodbye.

You settled into Mika’s side surprised by how giddy you were feeling about a whole weekend alone with Mika. You realized you never really had much alone time with him, there was almost always someone else with you. You savored the idea of it just being you and him, even if it was just for a few days.

You rested comfortably against Mika, watching as the skyscrapers of the city melted, giving away to greenery that sprung up on the sides of the road. You weren’t sure how long you were in the car for - it had to be awhile - but it didn’t feel long or boring. You could have spent all day in the car, just cuddled up to Mika, but eventually you arrive.

The house was beautiful, which didn’t shock you knowing Mika’s taste. It was the perfect cozy looking modern cabin, framed by gorgeous evergreens and looking over a little lake. It wasn’t huge, well not huge for Mika. It would be more than enough space for the two of you, but you imagined multiple people could spend the weekend there comfortably.

“This place is amazing,” you smiled, practically sprinting up the front steps. You breathed deeply, invigorated by the fresh air. You realized you couldn't remember the last time you had been out of the city, let alone somewhere as lush and remote as this. It had only been a few minutes, but you could already feel a sense of peace washing over you.

“Let’s get unpacked a bit and then I can show you around,” Mika replied. And you did just that. Though your unpacking was really just haphazardly throwing clothes into a draw so you could explore the place with him. Everything about the place was so cozy and inviting, feeling less like a vacation house and more like a home.

You and Mika both agreed on what you wanted to do - nothing. The two of you curled up on the couch and binged Netflix for quite sometime and you couldn't have been more thrilled. It felt normal, you felt normal and it was nice. You hadn't felt normal in quite some time, dating a prolific drug dealer would do that to you. Not that you regretted your choice to be with Mika in the slightest, but it was nice to just do something so average and have it feel so special.

After ordering in some food (well ordered to the driver’s hotel room who then delivered the food to you, Mika still didn't want anyone coming directly to his place even up here) Mika suggested you hang out in the hot tub in the back. The sun was setting, casting a soft pinky-violet haze across the sky as you slipped into the warm water. Mika’s arm wrapped around you and you both sat quietly for a while, the only sound being the soft bubbled of the hot tub and a symphony of crickets.

“What are you thinking about?” Mika broke the silence, his finger tips tracing shapes lazily on your arm.

“How I’m so lucky to be here with you,” you replied, “I didn’t realize how much I needed something like this, so thank you for bringing me here. It’s so beautiful.”

Mika leaned into you and even though you weren’t looking at him you could tell he was smiling. “I’m glad you like it. This was one of the first things my dad bought when he got money to his name. He wanted us to have somewhere to go to just be a family.”

“You can feel that here,” you replied, “It’s so homey.”

Mika nodded, “It’s special to me. That’s why I bought up all the land plots around the lake, I wanted to just be a place for me... Though I’v considered building houses on them and giving to the people I work with for them and their families. I think they deserve it.”

“You have the biggest heart of anyone I've ever met,” you told him, resting your head on his shoulder and looking up at him.

“You must not have met a lot of people with big hearts,” Mika joked, but there was an edge in his voice. You knew he didn’t see himself as a good person.

“I have actually,” you replied, “And no one is anywhere near yours. You’re a good person Mika, I hope you know that.” Mika kissed the top of your forehead instead of replying and you fell back into a short silence until you spoke again. “Do you ever thing about that? A family I mean?”

Mika shrugged, “I mean, yes I would love one, but I don't know. I don’t think I’d make a great dad.”

You shot up, turning to him with a scowl. “Mika you’re crazy. You would be an amazing father.”

“Not when my sheer existence put the kid in danger. I couldn’t risk that,” he replied sadly.

“Have you ever considered... I don’t know the right word, but stepping down? I mean do you see yourself doing this forever?” you asked, hoping you didn’t sound judgmental. 

“No, but if I don’t who will? If I stopped my trade the Russians would take over everything. The way they run things... let’s just say the city would be a lot less safe. I don’t want that. I mean I’m no hero, I know that I’m sitting on a drug empire, but I try to run things the right way. No killing for the sake of killing, women and children are off limits, at least there is some sort of code. This probably sounds stupid.”

“Not at all,” you shook your head, “You’re a good man Mika. It pains me you don’t see that. And that you don’t think you deserve a family.”

“I guess I just never thought I would find someone who would make me feel like I could have one,” Mika replied, looking at you with heart-melting fondness.

“At the risk of being forward, I would love to have a family with you someday,” you told him,  you hand resting on his cheek.

Mika’s forehead pressed to yours, “Someday.” It was spoken like a promise and sealed with kiss.

“I love you,” you breathed, locking your arms his neck.

“I love you more,” Mika replied, kissing you again. Mika pulled you on top of him and lifted the two of you out of the water with ease. 

“Mika you’re gonna get water all over,” you said between kisses as he carried you into the house.

“It’ll dry,” he replied.

“The bed won’t.”

“That’s why I'm taking you to a guest room,” he punctuated his response with a nip at your lip and you giggled before returning to his kiss. 

The second you hit the bed you were pulling at each other’s bathing suits. Normally foreplay was always on the table, in fact Mika pretty much insists on pleasuring you until you could barely take it, but tonight you just wanted him. By the look in his eye you could he wanted the same.

Mika slid into you slowly, your nails digging into his back with every inch. It was the sweetest sensation to feel him filling you up so completely. Neither of you were in a rush; Mika working you up with slow lazy thrusts while you kissed and touched. It took a while to finish, not because it didn’t feel good, but because you two just wanted to enjoy each other. 

“Mika,” you moaned softly as the warm feeling of bliss washed over you. He was right there with you, low moans escaping his lips while he peppered kisses all over you. Even after you both finished, Mika stayed inside you, knowing you loved the feeling of having him in you. He held you close and you buried your face in his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.

“I love you so much Mika,” you said, “So much.” You weren’t sure what it was, but something about being here with Mika after everything was making you emotional. You were realizing just how fragile everything was, but even when you were in danger no one made you feel safer or stronger than Mika. You had never been a big believer in fate or destiny, but something inside you told you that you were meant to meet Mika. He was the only person for you and you couldn't bare the idea of being with anyone else.

“I love you too y/n,” he replied, kissing the top of you head, “More than you could ever know.” His voice was the last thing you heard before drifting to sleep.

#m zibanejad #fatal attraction #mika zibanejad smut #mika zibanejad imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagines

[skjeinon]

hey queen just wondering what you think mika zibanejad's kinks would be? i mean that man is so cute and sensitive but he's also got like hella big dick energy...idk what do you think

whew- okay this may be complicated

18+

- i’m definitely thinking he’s very neutral yknow, definitely wants to be spoiled but totally wants to spoil you, or if anything, just soft vanilla yknow. nothing special.

- it all just depends on eithers mood. sometimes he’s willing to match yours or go total opposite

- the worst sex is when you’re both in a bad mood or upset, or when you’re grumpy and he meets your attitude. bitter x bitter isn’t great.

- i think you can grasp the idea of this concept. if he’s angry, you’ll let him use you, if hes upset, he’ll want you to make him feel better. same with you yknow.

- very touchy , and has his hands all over you no matter how he’s feeling, especially in public. you could simply be at a bar and talking to chris and mika will insist you sit in his lap while he has his arms wrapped around your stomach, his face in your neck.

- cocky when he needs to be, when he can be, that big dick energy has gotta go somewhere, and is overly cocky, especially in bed.

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cocky/angry mika:

- tears down your face, hair pulling, edging and all that. he just is very needy to make you feel *him*

sweet/soft mika:

- he’s usually comforting you, or neither of you are in some kinky mood yknow. it’s very slow and lots of kissing. he drowns in your whimpers and moans and just cannot stop the praise. so much praise. with his face in your neck, he just lets loose with the praises

down in the dumps mika:

- he receives lots of head and riding, minimal work for him, even if he wants to help out, you try to leave him out of it as much as possible.

-

- i totally think he would make you cum a few times before fucking you, especially when he just wants to make you feel good. when he’s in his little cocky mood, he does it because he likes to see you shake. when he’s just doing it to do it, just wants to make sure you’re getting the most pleasure possible.

- toys and lingerie. he spoils you and let’s you buy whatever as long as you promise to show him at some point. this means pics of lingerie, when he comes home from games to show him or whatever. but this also includes the toys.

- usually he’ll send back too 😁 he doesn’t leave you hanging but he swears that it gets harder everytime when on the road.

#mika zibanejad smut #mika zibanejad #new york rangers imagine #nhl nyr #nhl blurb #nhl smut #18+ #skjeinon answers

[mrazxswift]

this team gives me a headache

#hockey #new york rangers #nhl #adam fox #jacob trouba #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #ny rangers #mika zibanejad #chris kreider #barclay goodrow #ryan strome #artemi panarin

[going-full-shmoo]

Men Who Are Not Trash Night!

So...we’re all angry...sick to our stomachs...lost our faith in men...all understandably so

SO, in order to make us feel a little better, I’m going to be doing a blurb night where we talk about all the men who are Not Trash

● Send in blurbs, thoughts, and love for men like ●

Elias Pettersson

Brock Boeser

Jake Virtanen

Jacob Markstrom

Jake DeBrusk

Colton Parayko

Tyson Jost (yes, even he is making a comeback on this blog...we need it)

Tyson Barrie

Most of the Avs and Canucks rosters lets be real

Mika Zibanejad

Chris Krieder

Mat Barzal

Nolan Patrick

And whoever else is not a certified piece of trash

LETS GOOOOOOO!

#nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #elias pettersson #brock boeser #jake virtanen #jacob markstrom #jake debrusk #colton parayko #tyson jost #tyson barrie #gabe landeskog #nathan mackinnon #mika zibanejad #chris kreider #mat barzal #nolan patrick #men who are not trash night

[halliewriteshockey]

Has Mika’s hair always been that long? How have I missed that hair?

He grew it out during quarantine and the summer! It was getting long before last season ended, but he’s definitely let it get a LOT longer. And I for one thank him for his service

#Mika Zibanejad #I can't WAIT to see it French-braided #can you even imagine?? #I will perish on the spot #the most beautiful man in the world #who'd better fucking be okay and not hurt #hockey #Hey nonny no

[leafsbabe]

how Mika Zibanejad is like in bed

what Mika Zibanejad is like in bed:

- you cannot tell me that this man does not like to have his hair played with

- doesn’t matter if you run your fingers through it softly while you cuddle on the couch or grip it in a desperate attemp to not come yet...

- he’s into it

- big foreplay guy

- he’s super into teasing and a little bit into exhibitionism so prepare for that

- loves it when you wear something of his 

- especially if it’s just a shirt with nothing under it

- talented fingers AND a talented mouth

- and very nice thighs perfect for riding

- loves it when you wear something complicated and lacy

- especially if you’re wearing something of his over it

- sometimes you don’t even make it to the bedroom

- but hey the view from the sofa is pretty nice

- and lowkey the idea of somebody watching you get it on gets you hot

- he has definitely entertained the idea of threesomes not only with another girl but maybe also Chris Kreider another dude

- you definitely communicate a lot and try very hard to make every time special and good for one another

- he’s the little spoon and not afraid to say so

his dick:

- real nice and thick

the experience:

10/10

#mika zibanejad #hib series #hockey imagine #Hockey Players #hockey smut

[broadstreetmisfits]

Stay Stay Stay - Mika Zibanejad

Requested?  Y  /  N   “I beg of you something that has Mika Zibanejad bc this man owns me and I’m fine with it”

Prompt: N/A

Warnings: Language

A/N: This was inspired by “Stay Stay Stay” by Taylor Swift. I think this’ll be the last song related writing for a bit, but don’t quote me on it cause I’m not sure

WC: 1,261

Summary: Oh I don’t know how else to summarize this other than you and Mika being adorable and a cute couple

It was the heat of the fight, and both you and your boyfriend, Mika, were screaming at each other. Neither of you could remember what had started it, but whatever it was caused a bomb to go off in both of your heads as you yelled about every single little thing you could think of. 

“Can you stop being so ridiculous?” You yelled

“Oh, I’m the one being ridiculous? You’re blowing this whole thing out of proportion!” Mika yelled back

“Bullshit!” You screamed and grabbed the closest thing to you, which happened to be your phone, and chucked it at him

The crash against the wall silenced both of you. Once Mika got out of his crouch to avoid the thrown object, the two of you stared at each other in shock, realizing what you had just done. 

“Mika…” You finally whispered, barely audible as tears began to swell in your eyes. He was silent, still trying to piece together everything that happened. There was no way he was going to stay with you after this happened, especially with you throwing your phone at him, but you knew you had to try to convince him. “Babe, I’m so sorry”

“No, don’t be sorry.” He spoke and walked over to you “You don’t need to be sorry.”

“I just threw something at you though” You replied, and by this point, the tears were falling down your cheeks

“Yeah, you did, which I admit was a bit scary” He chuckled as he wiped your face “But I know you didn’t mean it. I know you still love me. And I still love you” 

Looking up, your eyes met his deep brown ones. You could tell he was being one hundred percent honest with you. 

“So you’re not breaking up with me?” 

“Of course I’m not” 

---------------------------------

The next morning, you were making breakfast, when Mika came in. 

“Hey, we need to talk,” You began, ready to explain that it wasn’t anything bad and you just wanted to talk about the fight last night.

“Hold on” Mika replied and left the kitchen before you could even respond. You were left there speechless wondering what on Earth he was doing, until he came back in with one of his old hockey helmets. “Okay, let’s talk”

“Why the hell are you wearing that?” You asked, a few giggles escaping your lips. 

“All I’m gonna say is that I don’t want to risk a head injury from a flying phone” He replied, throwing his hands up in his defense

“You’re ridiculous” You smiled, but then turned to a more serious tone “But about that fight… uh, I just wanted to say I’m sorry about everything. I’m sorry about blowing up and throwing my phone at you” 

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have fueled the fire like I did.” 

“So does that mean you’re actually staying? Like you said you were last night?” 

“Of course I’m going to stay. I’ve loved you for quite some time, and one stupid little argument isn’t going to change that” 

---------------------------------

A few weeks later, you had gone out grocery shopping. You expected to come home to an empty apartment because Mika would be at practice, however, you were a bit surprised to see him laying on the couch. 

“What’re you doing here?” You asked 

He looked up from his phone and over at you. “Oh, we have an off day. Rest is important you know.” Mika registered the bags of groceries in your hands then continued “Do you need any help with those?” 

“Nah, I’m good. Thanks though” 

“No, I think you need help,” He said, starting to get up

“I really don’t, but I appreciate the offer,” Walking out of the apartment back down to the car, you heard the sound of your boyfriend’s footsteps behind you. Somehow, you ignored his begging to help until the two of you were outside. “Babe, I really don’t need your help. Like you said, you have an off day and you said that rest is important.” 

“I know what I said, but I can spare five or ten minutes to help my girl. And plus, we’re already down here, I might as well get something” He argued

“Oh my god you are ridiculous” You muttered as you grabbed a bag, causing Mika to laugh “What?” 

“You’re adorable when you’re mad,” He said, leading you to cross your arms

“You won’t be calling me adorable when I beat you up” You threatened, trying to put on your most serious face, even though you wanted to smile

“Oh yeah? Bring it” He teased “Let’s drop the gloves right now” 

After putting the grocery bag back in your car, you put your hands up in fists, this time not even bothering to suppress the smile and the giggles that had started. Both you and Mika exchanged “punches” and you somehow ended up in his arms, with your head on his chest.

“I think I won that,” He said and then planted a kiss on your head

“Yeah, yeah, whatever” You mumbled as you got out of his grasp to get the bags. “But get a bag and let’s get a move on, it’s freezing out here” 

---------------------------------

The last few days at work had been rough. It felt like no one was actually doing their job except for you, and you’d only get a fraction of the stuff to do done. As you came home, there was nothing you wanted more than to eat and go straight to bed. 

However, Mika had other plans.

He knew that you had been having one bad day after another, so he decided to surprise you. On the kitchen island, were some of your favorite things; your favorite drink, your favorite ice cream, everything. Everything that he knew that you loved was there. 

Part of you wanted to eat everything in one sitting, but the rational part of you knew you’d feel horrible in the morning. So, you only took a little bit, and then headed to the room that you and Mika shared. 

When you opened the bedroom door, you found Mika sitting in bed, fiddling with something. He was clearly concentrating on the thing, and almost confused with his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Is everything okay?” You asked, breaking the silence, and causing Mika to jump. 

He quickly hid the thing he was messing with before looking back at you, “Yeah, everything’s good. How was your day? Was work any better” 

“It was alright” You shrugged off the question “What was that thing you were fiddling with?” 

“What thing?” 

“Don’t play stupid. When I opened the door, you had something in your hand. What was it?” 

“Ohhh that thing,” He said and then continued to try to beat around the bush. “It was nothing important” 

“Mika, seriously. I know what you’re trying to do. Please just tell me”

“Okay fine,” He sighed and then got up “So, you know how much I love being with you. Not only as boyfriend and girlfriend, but also just hanging out with you right?” 

“Right…” You answered suspicious of what was to come.

“Well…it’s been occurring to me that I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life” 

“Babe, what are you trying to say?” 

“I want you to marry me.” He said and then got down on one knee “Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” 

“Oh my - yes Yes. Yes!” The words instantly shot from your mouth. And it was from that moment on that you knew he would stay.

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