nhl imagines.

48. KEVIN FIALA | wild

this is for @Minutemen2018 ! sorry this took so long but thank you for requesting! lmk if this isn't what you want or if you have anymore requests! other then that, hope you enjoy it!

You coughed, your eyes skimming over the paper you had just been given. You were called a few hours ago, asking if you wanted to visit Minnesota for a trip to take 'notes' on the upcoming Minnesota Wild game. It wasn't exactly the job you had pursued, but it was a fun one time thing.

You were going with your friend Casey, who was a diehard Wild fan. After years of disappointment and depression, that was a hard thing to be. You knew it was, and that was sort of the reason why you classified yourself as an overall hockey fan, but not devoted to one team.

It was still amazing to watch the sport, so you went, of course. You wouldn't turn down an offer like that, especially if your crazed hockey best friend was going with you on the journey. You guys started packing your bags and got on the plane, having a wonderfully safe but snore filled flight.

When you arrived, it was around 12 PM, and the game started at seven. You had enough time to get ready and go out for something to eat before arriving at the Xcel Energy Center. Casey and you had decided on a restaurant near the arena, and you both had an evening lunch.

Once you both were finished, you headed to the arena, donned in green and red. Casey has a Staal jersey, and she had bought you a Fiala jersey when you guys were searching a sports store before getting food. She had picked it out and you didn't mind; plus, Fiala was making a name for himself.

You both huddled into the arena and as you sat down, noticing that number 22 had his eyes on you, you started chewing your lip. He started to skate towards you guys, flipping the puck on his stick like he was making pancakes. Casey laughed as he glanced at the two of you.

"Looks like 22 has some eyes for you," she teased, her eyes glimmering as she positioned herself in her seat. You rolled your eyes, feeling your cheeks get got. You thought that Kevin wouldn't keep staring at you, but he did, and that meant more taunting remarks from Casey.

You sighed, propping your head on your fist. "Case, will you shut it? He's probably looked at a lot of fans like that, considering half the people in here are wearing his jersey," you tried to explain, but she shook her head, obviously not taking your words seriously.

"I don't think so, Y/N, he's been staring at you since you sat down. God only knows how many times Kevin's gonna look at you in the game," she fawned, her eyes flickering to the ice. The game was about to start, and you were madly blushing due to all the words she had said.

You chose not to retaliate and kept your mouth shut, focusing on the game, and more importantly focusing on Kevin. He seemed to be focused on you, too, and you found yourself catching feelings for him. You told yourself off and tried to think about the Wild, not a specific player.

The game was going well and Kevin had scored twice, which made you proud to be wearing his jersey. He was such an outstanding player, and if anyone thought otherwise, you would fight them instantly. He seemed so good at everything he tried his hand at, and he didn't even have to try to have you smitten with him; you already were.

The end of regulation horn sounded with the Wild snatching a win, 4-2, over the Arizona Coyotes. The other two goals for the Wild were scored by Eric Staal, the player that wore the jersey Casey had on, and Zach Parise, not surprisingly.

Casey and you began walking out of the stands before a security guard stopped you and opened his mouth to speak. "Excuse me, Miss. a player of the Minnesota Wild would like to meet you in the locker room hallway." You were surprised, but Casey shot you a glance that made you bite your lip.

You headed down the hallway, tapping the bottom of your shoe against the wall all as you stood, waiting for the player to emerge. You wondered what they - or he - wanted with you, but Casey said it would be Kevin, asking to become your 'knight in shining armor'.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes, exhaling lightly as you heard the door open. There he was - there Kevin was, approaching you with the largest grin you had ever seen on a person's face. He looked genuinely happy, and that made you instantly smile.

"Hey," he quietly greeted, eyeing your small frame up and down. "What's your name?" he reached out an arm and you took his hands, letting him pull you closer to him. You were drowning in feelings for him; you were absolutely smitten with him, and you couldn't do anything about it.

You chewed on your lip gently like you had when you arrived at the arena. "Y/N," you shakily answered, trying your hardest not to break down at the moment. You were coming undone purely because of the fact that you loved this boy, and you just hoped he had the same feelings towards you, but it wasn't justified. Casey thought so, though.

"Y/N... that's a pretty name. So, uh, I have a question..." he trailed off, making your heart leap. He had a simple question for you and that was it; why were you so excited to hear the question? Kevin blinked, opening his mouth to ask you the golden question, "Will you go out with me, Y/N?"

You gulped and nodded, a smile spreading across your lips innocently. "Yes," you breathed out, genuinely happy that he had asked you that question. Your heart was racing as his hand trailed from your arm to your side, and he pulled you closer to his body.

"Yes it is, then."