Mika Fanfictions

Heeeey :D I really like your stories. I'm new and I read them all in one day. I like the Ariana = Mika one. Pleease make part 3. I'm sooooo waiting for that. I'm a big fan of Mika! I love youu! <3

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 23:36:13 -0400

Thank you C: I feel so slack cuz I always start stories but leave them for ages without updates Dx… If I can remember, I’ll write part 3 tonight (Australian Time) :’)

Pleeeeaaaase update the Ariana one?? Seriously, it's soooo good! :)

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 04:45:49 -0400

I really need to get around to that..

r u updating the ariana one soon?

Mon, 20 May 2013 06:51:58 -0400

Very soon, sorry Dx.

Plz update im counting secondds ur stories r amazing

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:56:46 -0400

I will tonight if I have the time, I’m just really hungover right now :P

Is there going to be a new story?

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:46:50 -0400

I posted the next chapter for ariana + mika

"Tell Me This Isn't Fair" - Chapter 2; Running From Running.

Wed, 15 May 2013 07:25:17 -0400

The alarm rang sharply into Mika’s ears as he slammed his hand down on the button. Groaning he threw the covers off and lied there in a moment in just his boxers and a singlet. Fucking school he thought to himself as he shot up out of bed, rubbing his eyes as he stumbled his way down stairs to the kitchen.

“Morning” His mother’s voice ringed with a thick Lebanese accent.

“Morning” Mika said with another groan as he opened the cupboard but shot it quickly and walked over to the fridge. He picked up the carton of milk and drank from it, his mother tutted.

“Do you want me to make you something?” She questioned him, her hands on her hips. He shook his head as he wiped his chin and closed the fridge but walked into his sister Yasmine. She gave him a silly face and Mika poked out his tongue before going back up stairs to brush his teeth.

*********************

Mika arrived early, looking at the school with dismay. The kids were chattering amoungst themselves, about bands, music and probably sex. He sighed deeply and found his locker, taking out a textbook but when he shut it, Ariana was there with a bright smile. Shocked by her sudden appearance Mika blinked his eyes widely.

“Hey Mika!” Ariana said with a massive cheer in her voice.

“Hey” Mika mimicked back at her. He almost felt a smile forming at his lips just as the bell rang. “Um I have English now, what do you have?” Ariana asked, just as a group of boys walked past giving Mika a dirty look.

“English as well…” Mika said, trying to hide the fact he felt a little uncomfortable. “I have Mr Bowin.”

Ariana quickly flipped through her papers that she was carrying.

“Hey I have him too, so this way right?” She asked as she pointed down the left of the hall. They both headed into the room, where Mika took a seat up front and Ariana took one next to him to his right. She smiled sweetly at him and he felt kind of warm - but weary.

The teacher walked in just as the rest of the class paraded in, the laughter and throwing of paper started instantly as they got in and made their way to their seats. Russel made his way towards a seat behind Mika, with a menacing smile across his face. He was quickly followed by Jesse seated directly behind Ariana. The class began by the teacher handing out everyone their reading material and the teacher starting the first chapter.

Mika wasn’t sure how many times he zoned out from his talking but every time he came back, he had no idea what the teacher was up to. He shifted in his head, eyeing Ariana who was surprisingly alert and listening. The chuckles behind him were getting louder just as a kick went into the back of his seat. The teacher didn’t look up from his book, his loud monotone voice sending practically everyone to a nice slumber of pure boredom. Kick again. Then again. Next a paper plane flew on Mika’s desk.

“Ahem, Russel pay attention” The teacher said as he cleared his throat.

“Yes sir” Russel said smugly.

Mika looked at the paper plane and fiddled with it, realising there was some writing inside it. He opened it and saw the word “FAG” written in horrible hand writing. He looked away, annoyed that his eyes were watering at it. It was just a word. Ariana took notice, her eyes filled with concern and confusion. She tapped Mika’s hand and whispered to him, asking what was wrong. He quickly showed her the paper and Ariana’s eyes filled with anguish. She turned to the boys laughing with a fierce look just as the bell rang and everyone jumped up.

“Do you really have to be so immature?” Ariana piped up at Russel just as he was leaving his desk.

“What?” He said, pretending to be confused. She rolled her eyes. Mika was still upset, slowly moving his junk into his bag.

“You don’t have a right to treat people badly” She said with a low tone.

Russel moved over to her, Jesse following. The teacher had blindly already left the class room.

“What you gonna do, girl?” He sniggered.

In that last breath he made, she striked him with her fist. He looked at him with an even menacing look as Russel looked at her in rage just as Jesse came up and grabbed her wrists from behind. Russel cupped Ariana’s face, smiling.

“Leave her alone you idiot!” Mika shouted as he hit Russel over the head with a book.

“Argh what the fuck!” Russel shouted. Ariana quickly ran out of Jesse’s grip and grabbed Mika and they both ran out. Mika gripped her wrist tight.

“We better get out of here, fast. They will fucking kill us both. They don’t care about you being a girl. His brother gave me me hell last year.” Mika said huffing and puffing. They both sent posters flying as they ran around the corners of the school and Ariana opened the girl’s toilet and shoved them both into a cubicle. She started trying to catch her breath as she held Mika’s hand tight. They both waited as they caught their breath and listened, hoping they hadn’t thought of looking there. There was a light silence besides the dripping of a tap. Mika sighed, looking at Ariana.

“You didn’t have to do that for me” He said looking down. “But thank-you.”

Ariana gripped his hand tighter, even though it was clammy from them running.

“I transferred to this school cause I got bullied at my first. I know what’s like” She said with a smile as she rubbed his hand. Without thinking, Mika pulled her in and hugged her heaps tight. He hated people but he didn’t hate her. She was nice, she wasn’t like them bullies who made him feel so bad he tried to commit suicide.

Mika bend down to her height, his hands on her shoulders so he could look her in the eyes as he said : “I tried to kill myself last year because of the bullying but if anyone has bullied you, I want you to know I will protect you.” Tears welled up in Ariana’s eyes as she grabbed Mika and kissed him hard. He didn’t even close his eyes because he was shocked but he didn’t pull away.

“Sorry” She said as she broke away.

Mika moved closer to her, “Don’t be sorry” he said softly down her neck as he kissed her again, this time more passionately.

I love ur new one holy crap its like the evil mika!!! I love it!!! Try to make him evil and dark.. like whEn he is around ariana he is a little softer... the story is just like the music video I love it!!! When is the next one coming btw?

Wed, 15 May 2013 06:54:32 -0400

Awwh thank-you <3 I’m gonna write the second chapter right now ^^

Please update the one with ariana in it!! I think mika and her make cute couples

Tue, 14 May 2013 02:12:49 -0400

I agree, sorry I’ve been with busy with college and stuff

Im new heh and the story wih mika and ariana is there a second patt coming soon?

Tue, 14 May 2013 02:12:04 -0400

Yeah there will be I’m just busy with school work.

NEW STORY! :: Chapter One: "Tell Me This Isn't Fair?"

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 03:40:00 -0400

A year off from school seemed to make the place look almost completely foreign to Mika. The way the lockers doors clanged as the kids speed past, talking amongst themselves, not really paying attention to their next classes but Mika, he was too consumed within himself. Returning to school, having to repeat year 10 made him more than well uncomfortable. He felt like he stood out of the crowd - and he did. With his overly tall stature and lanky frame, he looked some what like a character from a cartoon. He sighed heavily as he flicked a brown curl from his face. With big brown eyes watching anyone who would pick him as their target today. Carrying his books to his first class of the year was a little daunting, even if everyone was too busy excited about seeing their friends after the Christmas break. He sat down in the front row of his first class, just as the bell rang and the teenagers poured in. He instantly looked down at his book, scribbling on his papers attempting to draw as little attention to himself as possible.

“What’s your problem?” A guy with his hair slicked in an up do questioned Mika. He paused maybe a little too long before answering but social skills seemed to be lacking after all time.

“Nothing” Mika said back, not lifting his eyes off his paper. The guy sniggered, smacking Mika’s desk firmly. Mika’s eyes shot up towards him, looking at him with a slight amount of fright, despite his own size being much taller but width, maybe not so much.

“Aren’t you the kid who went to the mental hospital?” He laughed, high fiving the guy behind him with blonde hair and green eyes.

“I might be” Mika said softly, rolling his eyes. He hated how rumours spread so easily, even if they were true. It pissed him off more so that his parents didn’t fucking let him change high schools after the incident. Why must he return to the one place that shook him up so much to whine up in a place like a hospital for crazies?

“It’s Mike right?” He said with a menacing smile.

“Mika”

“Ohhh right, you’re the mental case with the girl’s name. I remember you, didn’t my brother beat you up?”

Just before Mika could answer or perhaps choke on the lump forming in his throat the teacher walked in, flicking her red heels and dropped her papers on the desk. The lesson will begin now, I suppose Mika thought to himself. He tucked away his scribble paper and opened his book to begin but his mind was far too occupied by the stupid kids questions. He was most likely only 17 at the most but Mika felt like he could still be a bully to him.

“Russel” The teacher warned at the updo guy. “I suppose you know the answer then, since you’re busy talking now?”

Ahhh, the kids name. Mika knew that would come in handy - in avoiding him.

“No Miss, I was asking Jesse for help” He said high fiving the blonde kid. How many times do idiots want to high five a day?

“I’m sure you were mmm” the teacher remarked with sarcasm.

Mika shifted in his seat, the day was a drag. The smell of the class room reminded him too well of tales of horror, with the thin walls covered in dull cream paint that was slowly peeling and the brown underlayer was visible, the place looked like a dump. Posters of class rules splashed with red cordial and god-knows-what-else hung fraily on the walls with rusty pins. The teenagers could only make the same sounds they always did, the clicking of hidden phones texting and chatter amongst nosey gossipers. Mika felt far too superior compared to these fools but at the same time, he feared them and envied their ability to function. He wondered what was even the skills they processed to go on everyday, acting like dim witted dickheads and still stay smiling while he felt like he was rotting away in his own room each night.

Recess break was probably the only time Mika felt okay. The kids didn’t really seem to bother him unless he was out of his seat in the cafeteria. They were too busy about who was sitting in the cool table, the goth table or the nerd table. Mika? He sat on his own table, the one with the wonky opposite seat, no one ever bothered him there. Each kid was lined up the moment the hall of the cafeteria was opened, with their royal blue trays and their appetites for nothing but shit, he looked past the food offered and chucked his tray on the cleaning pile, sitting down in his wonky table. He couldn’t be fucked with eating today. He pulled out his scribble paper and doodled a bit, losing himself in his thoughts.

“What you drawing?” A voice interrupted him. A petite girl with a brunette pony tail stood before him in a puffy dress. He hadn’t seen her before, maybe she was a transfer.

“Uhm” He said, clearing his throat “Just nothing really.” She looked at Mika with curious eyes and sat down, the seat wobbled underneath her and she made a puzzled look.

“That seat’s broken, I wouldn’t sit there” Mika sat, not eyeing the girl.

“It’s okay, I think I can handle it. Why aren’t you eating lunch? It looks like you could afford it” She said with a smirk as she took her sandwich out of her bag. “I hate the cafeteria food here, it stinks.”

Mika looked up at her, starring at her and trying to figure her out. She had full lips smeared some kind of cherry coloured gloss and long dark lashes. She was actually very pretty, was this some kind of joke? What was she doing here.

“Hellooo?” She said, waving her hand infront of him. She smiled awkwardly but also, it was cute.

“Do I know you?” was all Mika could muscle up to say.

“Nope, I’m new. I moved here in the holidays and now I go to this school. Oh I’m Ariana by the way.”

She spoke so soft with a high pitched squeak ring to it. Mika paused maybe a bit too long, her eyebrow was starting to arch.

“I’m Mika.” He said softly, stretching out his hand to shake. She shaked it, looking at him like he was a bit strange. You don’t shake hands with people at school idiot he thought to himself.

“That’s a weird name”

“So is Ariana” Mika shot back quickly, whilst looking at her eyes for signs of hurt. “Actually it’s not, you’re right my name is weird sorry.”

“I didn’t mean it in a nasty way, I was just making small talk. How come you sit alone?” She said, cocking her head to the left.

“Because I’m the mental case with a chick’s name” Mika said with monotone. Her eyes showed she was confused but also curious. She looked away then sighed.

“Well, I think it’s cool”.

Wait what. Mika looked up, piercing his eyes into hers. Cool? No one had ever refereed that word to him, not even close. Unless it had the word ‘not’ before it.

“Thanks” He mumbled.

*********************

That night, Mika was laying on his bed starring at the ceiling thinking of his day. It was the first time he was actually curious about going to school the next day, hoping secretly that Ariana would sit with him again at recess. But a part of him was telling himself she would be told that he’s a freak and make new, cooler and popular friends. He sat up and looked at his computer screen. He got on it and looked up her name on facebook. He felt a little weird, stalking her at first but he found her pretty quickly. Now was the hard part; did he send a friend request. He shook his head and leaving the computer on as he jumped into bed, kicking off his pants and socks as he slowly fell asleep. A thought was floating in his mind about the past bullying that drove him to a suicide attempt, flashes of his episode of deep wrist cutting came as he tossed and turned. Was this really fair, at all?

When I Woke PART 4

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 21:04:39 -0400

Nevermind, did it now. (Okay so, it’s been a while since I read Part 3, and I believe I left off at the proposal)

“PART 4:

Mika picked me up and spun me around, I looked down at him and he looked up and me. I couldn’t feel any happier I think. I mean im pretty fucking happy when I eat Chimichangas and that’s the happiest I would ever be until I ate another one. Mika let me down and ran his hand through his now-dry hair. He looked to the ground, and since I’m like 5’9” and He’s taller I could see his face. His face looked as if he’d just made a horrid, horrid mistake. And I thought to myself “Did the man of my dreams just propose on accident and not even mean it?”

“So. Are you just gonna sit there and call it quits now? Now that you realized you proposed to me only after like… 2 days?” I asked him, kind of tearing up, my voice rickety.

“Wha-?”

“I understand, Mika, but I mean really… h-h-how do you not have control over asking a question like that?! Y-you look like you just had a fucking demon expelled from your body and realized what a…what a fuck up it did, and…and then you think you actually did all of it.” I said, looking up at him, staring at him, voice still rickety and trying to hold back my tears. “You just don’t do that, man.” Mika looked at me confused, but still had that look on his face. But I could tell he was about to say sorry.

“So.” I said, looking him dead the eye. “What now?”

No answer.

“Great. Thanks, ass hole.” I held back my tears, stood up straight, looked at him one last time, and turned around for the door.

Mika’s face was of that of “Oh fuck, what just happened?!” As I turned to the door and let the waterworks just flood out. I cried, I cried hard. I went to the kitchen and I threw the tea kettle on the stove at the door where I saw Mika trying to come through. I sunk down next to the cabinets, and put my head down on my knees, and put my hands to the back of my neck. Basically the thing you do when you sit under a doorway in an earthquake. My anxiety counselor told me to do this whenever I get an attack like this, it does help. But I don’t know about right now.

He got through the door and he started walking up next to me. I didn’t budge.

“I didn’t regret asking you, Kear.” Mika whispered, sitting down next to me. “But now I’m thinking twice since that kettle hit my shoulder.” He laughed.

“Then why did you have that look on your face…?” I said looking up at him, exposing my red and mildly swollen eyes.

“I’m supposed to tell my mom first before I plan on proposing to anybody.”

“Oh.” I looked at him, feeling guilty as fuck, now that I literally hurt him for no reason.

‘It’s no big deal,” He whispered, bringing me into his arms and comforting me. “Guess I can endure the little fit she’ll have now that I experienced you.”

“You’re such a butt.’ I said laughing and then kissing him.

“I know.”

For some reason, I started feeling light headed. Like I was going to black out. And then it hit me….I forgot to take my epilepsy pills this morning.

I started shaking, and Mika noticed. I felt like such a dumbass, I always have a seizure after an anxiety attack if I don’t take my pills.

I couldn’t hear Mika very well but I think he said; “Are you- ARE YOU HAVING A SEIZURE?!”

“Abou-abou-about to ha-ha-have a sei-sei-seizur-re!” I called out; “H-HOSPITA-TAL!!!”

And then…. It went black. The fading out of my vision was scary, I couldn’t even tell what was happening, was I kicking punching? What is going on? I can’t see, hear, or feel anything!

A few seconds later, I couldn’t even think.

…………….

I woke up in a hospital, all these people crowded around me. But all I could think of was Mika. I saw my sister, brother, grandparents, scrubs and white coats, but not Mika?

“Well it’s about time!” A scruffy old doctor said in his elderly man-voice. “We thought this may have been your last seizure!”

“Where’s the guy that brought me here?” I asked.

“What guy?” My brother asked me; “I brought you here?”

“No, it wasn’t you, dumbass…It was this guy Mika.Tall, dark curly brown hair, brown eyes? Looks half Lebanese? See him anywhere?”

“Kear…” The doctor took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “I think you may have experienced a prolong hallucination before your seizure. You were sleeping when you started seizing and-;”

“And I came by to get something and I heard you seizing in your room.” My brother said.

The doctor looked at me, heart-wrenchingly and said;

“Everything you have memory of, that you think may have happened… It didn’t.” He caressed my head and tucked hair behind my ear.

“You were dreaming.”

-FIN-

There were four parts to this story, and now it’s done. I’ll get started on part two of The Magic Of Lost Luggage now.

Thank you thank you thank you to whoever has written these stories. You need to write more omg.

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 20:22:41 -0400

Aiiiight, so. THIS IS MIKA'S_GINGER. AND I AM HERE TO START WHEN I WOKE PART FOUR. Jesus Christ it's been almost a year, 2 months till then! WOA. Okay we'll, I guess I'll get a note pad out! I'll try to have it up Saturday because its 3:15am Friday.

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 20:22:31 -0400

Is anyone still writing stories?

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 05:41:32 -0400

Kinda lying quiet for a while now…..

HEY GUISE! new story

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 02:48:59 -0500

There’s an awesome Mika fanfiction over here at: http://nouvellechansonpouremily.tumblr.com

PLEASE CHECK IT OUT c:

Oh my God I didn't see that this got updated! Thank you for your amazing stories!

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 02:35:29 -0400

Nyeh :3 You’re welcome.

"one horny mother fucker" omg i just busted out laughing amd it's fucking 2am xD jesus christ... Anyway im LOVING the Stephanie story. Omg perf

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 02:35:15 -0400

i love your stories! all of them are great! specially when i wake up and see you later darling :) btw your answer last anon made me laugh so much LMFAO, KEEP WRITTING!

Wed, 03 Oct 2012 03:23:54 -0400

Yay! xD

POSITIVE MESSAGES MAKE US HAPPY C:

Holy shit whoever writes these stories must be one horny motherfucker

Tue, 02 Oct 2012 04:06:03 -0400

Depends, there’s a few of us here :) But speaking for myself, I’d have to agree with you.

- Emii

''Stephanie'' (Part 2)

Mon, 01 Oct 2012 23:04:46 -0400

I had left the blinds open. The sun enter through them and flashed in my closed eyes. I woke up to Mika’s face next to mine, to his curls all tangled up above the pillow, to the memories of the terrible mistake we had both made. And still, I didn’t want him to tell him to go, because a part of me had wanted this long time ago. Do you know what it feels like to fancy something so prohibited?

He opened his big brown eyes and smiled to me be. How could he be so relaxed?

”Hi” I said.

”Good morning, precious” he replied.

He must not have remember the night before. He was dead drunk, how could he? But he was such a good actor in pretending he did.

I heard the main door’s doorknob turn, and I jumped.

”Who’s that?” Mika answered, sitting on the bed like me.

”Probably my aunt. She doesn’t know you’re here, oh my god.” I buried my face in my hands, ”Wait! We better hide you!” I said while I jumped out of the bed, and realized I was still naked, but I was more worried about my aunt finding Mika there.

I pushed him into the bathroom and I locked us both inside. It was weird having him so close and naked on the daylight. I guess what’s so simple in the moonlight by the morning seems insane. I wet my hair, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me.

”Don’t come out. Don’t make any noise” I said putting a finger on his lips.

I went out the bathroom and hope my aunt would buy the whole ”I was taking a shower” thing. But when I opened the door, to my surprise it wasn’t my aunt, it was an old friend of hers who I’d known since I was little; and there I was, with nothing but a towel on.

”Hi, Stephanie…” he tried to look away from me. ”You’re so…big, I mean, you’ve grown so much, I mean, kids grow up, right?”

”Yeah yeah I get what you’re saying” I didn’t know whether to feel ashamed or laugh at his reaction.

”Well Clara sent me here to tell you that she’s staying a few days more at that thing and huh…she sent this and…it’s breakfast”

”Oh, ok John thanks”

”I should go now. Bye” and he went trough the door.

I started laughing hysterically and went back to the room to find Mika standing up naked in the middle of the room.

”What are you doing? I told you to stay in the bathroom! What if it turned out to be my aunt and she found you here naked in the middle of the room?”

”Well good it wasn’t” how could he be so calm?

”You see? My aunt trusted me and I am welcoming her with a 29-year-old guy naked in her bed!” and I threw myself to the bed almost in tears. Mika laid down next to me and hugged me. At this point I didn’t know whether to reject him or cry in his arms.

”What worries you?” he whispered, while putting a lock of hair behind my ear.

”This is so wrong… Mika you’re 12 years older than me and…if someone finds out about this you could go to jail…”

”But did it felt wrong yesterday?”

I shook my head.

”Then I guess it’s not. Do not let society dictate who you’re allowed to love and who you aren’t” He lifted up my chin and kissed me sweetly, like draining all worries from me. I took off the towel and tossed it on the floor; now it was just us, naked, hugging and kissing. It was lovely.

We were having a great sweet time until he decided to take it further. What a surprise. He ran a finger through my spine, sending electricity all over my body, and tangled his feet with mine, while hugging and kissing me harder every time. We rolled and I sat on his lap, and slowly felt a boner forming under me. But we’d already had sex yesterday, and it was plain daylight; so I got off the bed and knelt on the edge, between his legs.

”Oh yes” he whispered when he realized what I was about to do.

I started stroking on him first slow, then hard, at the same time that I licked him all over. The best part of it was his face, he closed his eyes and half-opened his mouth, sometimes even bit his lip hard, moaning silently or with repressed moans, like the sound couldn’t come out of his throat. I felt his breathing getting faster and his hands clenching into fists. He sure was enjoying it. Finally, he came shouting a pair of ‘fucks’ and collapsing on the bed. I laid next to him, exhausted, but as soon as my back touched the bed, Mika grabbed my face violently and started kissing me like he had and urge.

”Thank you” he whispered into kisses, ”that was the best one I’ve ever had”

”You deserve it” I said into his mouth.

”Well now it’s my turn. You don’t even know what I’m capable of doing to you”

-LadyJane