Fan Stories- Miles Wood
Thanks @72bread-pasta88 ! i’m slowly starting to become a devils fan and I can’t handle it haha
Request: Hiii welcome to the imagine world!! I would like to request one to start u off about Miles Wood where u r at a fan event and an older couple comes up to u guys and says how cute u two look together and it’s just very fluffy and adorable! Thank u so much and good luck with your writing!!! 💕💕💕
Warnings: Some swearing
You jogged over to your apartment, coffee and bagels in hand. It was a little after nine in the morning, but last night had been a rough one for your boyfriend and you knew a little bit of his favorite food wouldn’t hurt in getting him up and moving.
“Morning, (Y/N),” your buildings door man beamed.
“Good morning,” Sam, you smiled back, handing him a coffee from the tray. “Thought you could use a little pick me up this beautiful morning.”
“You always know how to make my day,” Sam laughed. “That boyfriend of your’s sure is a lucky one.”
“Yeah and don’t you let him forget it,” you called as you headed for the elevators.
The elevator doors opened an floor 15 and you stepped out, making your way carefully towards your apartment. You struggled with your keys a few seconds before finally being able to get the door opened.
“Miles?” you called out as you closed the door behind you.
“Hey baby, where’d you go?” Miles asked, leaning his head in from the kitchen.
“Food,” you declared. You walked towards him, offering him the bag. “I know last night was a rough game and then today’s going to be pretty long too, so I figured I’d treat you.”
Miles took the coffee and bagels from your hands and set them on the counter. His hands found your hips and he dipped his head to kiss you. “You’re too good to me woman.”
“Sam said the same thing. About time you started realizing it,” you joked.
“Remind me to give Sam an invite to our wedding,” Miles said as he turned his attention to the food.
You released your breath, a look of wonder on your face. Everyone knew Miles Wood wasn’t one to rush into a relationship and you yourself never thought in a million years you’d hear him talk about marriage, but this was the fifth time this week something about your permanent future had come up. You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Miles and him admitting he wanted the same thing made you happier than you would ever let on.
“What?” Miles asked. You hadn’t realized he had turned around to look at you. And he had totally caught you staring.
“Nothing,” you shrugged, a small smile on your lips. Miles cocked an eyebrow. “Really! I just have to go get changed and then we can head to Jersey.” You told him as you headed towards your bed room. “And don’t eat my bagel!”
You quickly changed into your favorite pair of skinny jeans and threw on your number 44 jersey before throwing your hair into a loose ponytail and heading back into the kitchen, grabbing two different shoes on the way out.
“Which ones?” You held up the shoes for Miles to see.
“The wedges,” he smirked. “They make you butt look great.” You playfully rolled your eyes before going back to grab the matching pair and put them on.
“Ready?” You asked as you emerged once more.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Miles made a face.
“Oh come on, you love your fans!” You objected as he helped you into your coat.
“Yeah, but after a loss like last night? We disappointed them (Y/N/N).”
“Trust me, this isn’t the first time and your guys’ fans are always so loyal! They love you no matter how much you lose by.”
“Yeah, but we lost by 10 last night,” Miles shook his head, leaning it against the elevator’s wall.
“It could’ve been 11,” you smirked.
“Shut up smart ass.”
“I thought you liked my ass?” Miles laughed as he grabbed your hand.
An hour later and you were still stuck in New York City traffic. Miles grumbling as he looked for a way to get in the tunnel 20 feet in front of him.
“We still have a good hour until we have to be there.”
“I know, I just would like there to be no traffic for once.”
“Dude, you picked the wrong city to life in then.” You chided. Miles playfully glared at you. Then his face turned soft.
“Would you honestly be okay with living in the city for the rest of your life?”
You brought your eyes to his, questioning. “Yeah, I guess?”
“As in, if I wear to play with the Devils for the rest of my carer, you’d be okay staying in the city? Or would you want a house in Jersey, because that can definitely be arranged!” He was talking fast now, thoughts flying out of his mouth. “Or if I was traded, would you be okay with that? Would you come with me? Why haven’t I asked you this before? I’m so stupid.”
“Mi!” You said loudly enough to grab his attention. He stopped talking, biting his lip as he waited for you to respond. “I’m going where ever you’re going okay?”
He smiled, grabbing your hand across the counsel. And there it was: 6th time this week he brought up your future together.
The two of you finally made it to New Jersey and entered the arena with 15 minutes to spare. Henrique and Greene spotted you and called you over. You gave the two men hugs before turning your attention to the event manager.
The day was simple; it was a time for fans to come in and meet the team and for kids to get to play some carnival games and for their parents to take part in a silent auction. All proceeds went to charity and you couldn’t be happier to help make the day go smoothly.
Honestly, as long as you got to see your boyfriend smile and have fun, you’d do anything the Devils franchise asked you too.
You hadn’t expected this many people to turn out for the event. But there were families and couples everywhere. And not one person was grumbling about last night’s loss. You made a mental note to give Miles a gentle “I told you so”. Your last kid in line had just left your booth when you felt too arms wrap around you.
“You’re good with kids,” Miles mumbled as he pressed a kiss behind your ear.
“You’re not too bad yourself.” You turned around. You had never seen his eyes light up that much.
“Really?” He asked, hopefully. You nodded, a smile on your lips.
“Good,” he laughed. He moved in front of the booth, looking at the game. “I used to love these basketball games. I won every single time.”
“Bet you couldn’t win now,” you smirked, challenging him.
“Oh you’re on!”
He grabbed a basketball and started to shooting, not once missing the net.
“So you’re not that bad,” you grumbled. You rolled your eyes at his cocky smirk.
“I’ll teach our kids to ball basketball like that one day. After I teach them how to play hockey of course.”
You shook your head at him, mouth open. He quirked his head, moving closer to you when a couple that looked to be in their late 50′s walked over.
“Big fan Mr. Wood,” the man said, shaking Miles’ hand.
“Thank you. We couldn’t do it with out you guys,” he admitted and, knowing him so well, you knew he was being completely honest.
The woman smiled at you. “Our first date was at a carnival,” she smiled, looking at her husband.
“And last,” he said, as he placed his arms around her shoulder. “The first date I played one of these exact games, trying to impress her by winning her a stuffed bear. Must have worked,” he raised his eyebrows, making the rest of you laugh.
“And on our last date as boyfriend and girlfriend he took me to a carnival that was in town and insisted he had to play this game. He told me he had to win me a prize. And he did. He handed me a new teddy bear with a ring tied to its neck and when I looked down he was on one knee,” the women gushed to you. You couldn’t help it and aw-ed hardcore.
“That’s an adorable engagement story!” You were almost squealing.
“How did you propose?” The women smiled at Miles.
“I haven’t yet,” Miles said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I’m going to very, very soon,” he looked at you out of the corner of his eye.
“Just make sure its cute and memorable,” the man instructed before leading his wife away.
“You’re really going to propose?” You asked tentatively.
“Absolutely!” Miles turned to face you. “I have the most amazing girl right here in front of me and I’m not letting her get away. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I’m willingly to do whatever is necessary to make you happy and to make that happen.”
“Mi,” you whispered, blinking back the tears.
“Hey, hey, don’t cry now. I haven’t even done anything yet,” he joked, trying to make the tears stopped. He brushed them off your cheeks, looking into your eyes. “I plan on spending the rest of my life making sure you know I love you and your butt.” He laughed as he kissed your forehead.
“I can live with that,” you said. “But the man is right, it better be an adorable proposal or my answer is going to be no!” You warned.
Miles just laughed, pulling you closer to him and you hugged him back, happy beyond belief to have this boy for the rest of your life.