Request: Hey, I was wondering if I could request an imagine with Jake Virtanen where he takes the reader out on a cute date around Vancouver. Thank you💕
Spring break hadn’t been able to come soon enough. It had been the semester from hell and you were ready to pack your bags and head to Vancouver. You had grown up in the city and had moved away for school, leaving both your beloved city and boyfriend behind.
You had met Jake while you had been working in a little coffee shop downtown, trying to save up for college in the states. The blonde haired boy had come in every day for a month before he finally started talking to you. It took him another month to ask for your phone number. It only took him two weeks after that, however, to finally ask you on a date. The two of you were now going on two years and you honestly couldn’t be happier.
Except for the fact that this semester had drained you completely and it was obvious that school had started to take its tole on you. You weren’t sleeping and your anxiety had gone through the roof. Jake had easily noticed and tried to be the best boyfriend he could be from afar. That meant regular phone calls, daily texts, and the occasional food delivered right to your front door curtesy of Jake’s credit card. He had even tried to come down to visit you and take care of daily errands and chores, but it was right in the middle of the season and there was no way you were going to let him forfeit any games.
Your plane landed and you stood up immediately, grabbing your carry on and impatiently waiting to be let off the plane. You almost groaned out loud as it took another ten minutes for you to finally enter the terminal. You walked as fast as your feet would carry you towards the baggage claim. Now that you were off the plane, you calmed down a little, relaxing into the familiar rhythm of Vancouver. Your phone vibrated in your hand and looked at the message quickly.
Jake-a-Bake: Turn around loser
You quickly turned. And there stood you blonde haired hockey player, a huge smile plastered on his face. Before you could even move, he had you in a bone crushing hug, not that you cared. You hugged him back just as tightly, already feeling the stress of school melting away.
“I missed you,” Jake admitted, before kissing you.
“I guess I missed you too,” you smirked, leaning into him.
“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes, still smiling. “Which one is your bag? Never mind, how could i ever forget that obnoxious orange color?” He teased as he picked your neon orange suitcase off the conveyor belt.
“Hey!” You objected. “Its easy to find okay?”
“Whatever you say,” Jake poked your side, before grabbing your hand and leading you towards the exit. “So would you object to spending the rest of your night with me?” He looked at you out of the corner of his eye as he put his car in reverse.
“Have I ever?”
“I was just checking,” he scoffed. “I didn’t know how tired you would be, but I have a few things planned.”
“If you planned it then I’m up for it!”
“Good,” Jake smiled, grabbing you hand and holding it as he drove.
It was a quick trip to his house and the ride was filled with stories and laughs, almost as if you hadn’t been away for ten weeks.
“I have something for you, wait here,” Jake told you once you had deposited your bag in his room. He emerged from his closet with a box in his hand. “Its for you to wear tonight.”
You opened it to find a beautiful lace, black dress with matching heels, and a matching set of diamond earrings and necklace.
“Jake,” you breathed out. “I can’t, this is too much.”
“No it isn’t,” Jake said simply, resting his hand on your cheek. “I haven’t been there for you as much as I would’ve liked these past few weeks and I know how awful this semester has been. I was hoping these would make up for it.”
“Jake you’ve always been there,” you shook your head.
“Yeah well, like I said, not enough. And I love getting to spoil my girlfriend. Now go get ready, we have to leave in 20,” he told you pushing you in the direction of the bathroom.
You grabbed his hand, pulling him to you. “Thank you,” you said, kissing him. He smiled into the kiss, but pulled back and turned you in the direction of the bathroom.
Half an hour later and the two of you walked into a brand new restaurant downtown. You looked around in awe. It was on the top floor of a 54 floor building and the restaurant jutted out over the side, the glass windows letting you see the lights below.
“This is gorgeous,” you said, still staring out the window.
“I like my view better,” Jake said, making you throw a piece of your bed at him. “Hey! This is a nice restaurant, no throwing food!” He said as he chucked his straw wrapper at you. “If you don’t appreciate my Cheese-iness, I’ll take it somewhere else.”
“Yeah, tell Ben I say hi.”
“At least he appreciates my pick up lines.”
“I appreciate them!” You defended yourself. “And I appreciate everything you do for me.” Jake looked at you, a small smile on his lips. “How new is this place?” You asked as the waiter brought over your food.
“Very, very new.”
“How did you even get a reservation then?”
“I’ll have you know I play for the Vancouver Canucks.”
“Do you really?” You playfully gasped.
“I do and having those kind of connections and that kind of money really helps when you need to make something happen.”
“You paid for this reservation?” You deadpanned.
“Just a little,” Jake shrugged.
“Jake you can’t keep spending-,” But your boyfriend cut you off.
“I can and I will,” He said, his tone indicating that the conversation was over. “I only get to spoil you every so often. Let me okay?” He said, his voice softer now.
“Fine, but I’m paying for desert.” You crossed your arms.
“Only if we get pie from Patty’s.”
“Where else?” You laughed, picking up your fork.
Another two hours later and the two of you sat in the park on your favorite bench right by the fountain, pie and forks in hand. The lights from the city sparkled on the water and reminded you of the first time the two of you had come here.
Jake stood up and grabbed your empty carry out box, throwing it in the trash before coming to sit next to you and pulling you into his side.
“I really did miss you,” he said into your hair.
“And you know I really missed you too,” you said, playing with his fingers. “Thank you for tonight.”
“Of course! You deserve only the best. I mean, you have put up with me for the past two years. And I know how hard it is to have a hockey player as a boyfriend.”
“Dude, you and Ben are on the same team, its not like you’re long distance,” you laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder. You had made it clear on your first date that Ben Hutton was your favorite Canuck and that was never going to change.
“Shut up or he’s never allowed to hang out with us again,” Jake played with your hair.
“Our relationship would be over.”
“Good to know you’re really only with me because you love my team mates.”
Jake laughed, placing his head in the crook of your neck. “I’m glad your home.”
“Me too Jakey, me too.” The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, soaking in each other’s company. You sighed dramatically before you sat up, earning a giggle from your boyfriend. “But these shoes are killing me and I’m getting tired. So how about we head back and just cuddle a lot?” You smiled, pulling him to his feet.
“As you wish,” he grinned, quoting your favorite movie. He leaned down and kissed you, holding you in place.
When you have your main teams you support but you also love specific players in the other teams and because you love them you kinda love their team too, so you're stuck loving all the teams like the hoe that you are