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leemaht · 4 years

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spare konoha dating hc's 🥺

believe it or not i had these in my drafts already. hope you enjoy :3

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boyfriend scenarios/dating headcanons

haiba lev, akinori konoha as your boyfriend

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warnings: none

pairings: lev x reader; konoha x reader

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lev

he is baby

you were in the same class. he noticed you but didn’t act on it except for occasional greetings in the hallways or small talk during lessons.

one day you got dragged to practice by one of your friends who apparently had a crush on one of the other players.

when lev saw you he walked over and asked why you were here. but not in a bad manner, but was rather excited. then you explained and he got kind of down because it sounded like you didn’t want to be here.

you saw it and added

‘but i would really like to see you play too, so give your best, alright?’

his face lit up and he was flowed by motivation.

‘i will! so watch me!’ and he ran back to the court. you had a light blushy smile on your face because of his cute reaction.

the next few weeks you came to practice every day and you could feel lev’s motivation rise up every time you set foot into the gym

he talked to you before and after practice and even started conversations in class. after a few days he asked you to have lunch with him, that’s when he asked you for your number too.

he texted you every day. texted? spammed!! but you didn’t seem annoyed, responded every time and laughed at his jokes. he didn’t really notice to have fallen for you until he realized that his thoughts were kind of always on you.

when you were hin class, he was literally staring at you the whole time. when he found a funny meme online he thought ‘i bet y/n would like that.’ and sends it to you. and his teammates are so annoyed! he talks about you 24/7.

kuroo made him realize. lev had one of his rants about you and kuroo was fed up.

‘alright we get it! n/n-chan is great and you like them!’

‘like them?’ and he thought about it and he was right.

was way too shy to confess at first. he started to get a bit distant and observe you from afar until it struck him.

at one practice yaku was going off on lev for being incompetent and stuff as per usual. but this was the first time you saw it and it made you feel really bad. lev looked so sad and defeated as he tried to explain himself to yaku.

you stood in between those two and defended him.

that’s when lev couldn’t take it anymore. he just blurted the confession out in front of the whole team.

‘y/n-chan, i really really like you! pleasebemygirl-/boy-friend.’ he said way too fast and way too loud. the whole gym had gone quiet. [they really hoped for you to accept. they all knew about lev’s feelings, i mean he is really obvious. they are like a super supportive family]

‘yeah, i’d really like that.’ you could hear them all breathe out at once.

cheering and a bear hug from lev after.

you had your first kiss on your first date. not because there was a mood but lev became over excited. he had planned this date for days and since this was his first date ever he researched. on. the. internet.

and this one article said that couples who kissed on their first date were reportedly less likely to separate. he believed this shady article.

he made it his goal to kiss you and desperately waited for the right moment. but every time he thought about it the moment was gone.

after a while he looked really down and you asked him what was wrong. he explained his problem. after that you chuckled and kissed him.

he blushed so badly. pouted a bit because he was the one who wanted to kiss you though.

study dates? well you have to tutor him... he has other qualities than being clever.

carries you around on his back, randomly picks you up bridal style or sneaks up to you from behind hugging you.

hear me out. he is the little spoon. i just really like the idea of him being hugged from behind while you nuzzle your face into his back

when he sees you first in the morning you bet he screams your name and waves even when he is still on the other side of the hallway. he is always so exited to see you.

this guy is an adhd (no offence) patient. he doesn’t even notice that he is fidgeting with your fingers or subconsciously braids your hair but doesn’t stop either when he realizes

good morning and good night texts every day

he picks you flowers when he sees them along his way

jealousy: always

when he sees you talking to one of your male classmates or even his teammates he starts pouting and won’t talk to you before you didn’t assure him how much you loved him and maybe kissed him. after he is back to his cheery self

konoha

this boy is a dork. a good one though

how you met? you were a friend and classmate of akaashi

akaashi had a team lunch scheduled at one break and he had totally forgotten about it because he was just eating with you.

the whole team [mainly bokuto] blew up his phone asking where he was. bokuto forced him to attend

‘but i’m with n/n right now.’

‘just bring them along.’ so you tagged along.

‘should i really? i mean it’s a team meeting.’

‘don’t worry, bokuto asked me to bring you more than once already. they will like you.’

you arrived and bokuto hugged you tightly

‘n/n-chaaaan.’ after he introduced you to everybody

konoha was still missing though. 15 minutes into the lunch break he showed up out of breath from running and sat directly next to you, neither realizing your presence nor how close you were. he explained why he was late. after that bokuto just randomly remarked

‘btw that is l/n y/n next to you.’ that’s when konoha looked at you for the first time and scooted away from you out of embarrassment

‘god i’m really sorry, i thought you were one of us.’

‘ah it’s fine’ and you smiled a wide closed-eye smiles which could brighten up the whole day of the person addressed. and it did.

konoha blushed really bad as he reached out his hand for you to shake

‘konoha’ ‘y/n’

this was the moment he knew he wanted to get to know you better. you were so pretty

the rest of the meeting konoha asked you tons of questions about yourself while the rest of the team except bokuto exchanged knowing glances and smirks

the next day he came to your class. he didn’t plan on talking to you but check on you so he awkwardly stood in the door frame looking for you. in vain. you were nowhere to be seen

right when he was about to leave he flinched as he heard your voice behind him

‘konoha-kun? what are you doing here?’

he was a stuttering mess,then akaashi saved him.

‘we need to talk about something club related’

‘i’ll leave you two to it then.’ and you walked to your seat

‘thanks you really saved my ass here.’

akaashi this little jerk wrote what happened into the group chat of the team. they all hyped him up to ask you out. at first he refused but they started bugging him so hard that he finally gave in. bokuto is his personal hype man. [lots of shoulder pats and thumbs up in the next few days.]

he got your number from akaashi and asked you for a meeting on the weekend

he took you to lunch and a long walk in the park were he confessed. he tried to be as cool and composed as possible but failed miserably

you let him speak though and gave him your sweetest smile to encourage him to continue. you didn’t look surprised though so he got a little worried

‘wait, did you know?’

‘not really, but bokuto’s sign language whenever we talked was a bis suspicious.’ he chuckled on your remark but knew that this joke didn’t mean you accepted him. he put his hand on the back of his neck and asked the question

‘y/n, i know we don’t know each other for long but when i first saw you i couldn’t take my eyes of you. you are the prettiest and nicest person i know. would you be my girl-/boy-friend?’ he was a bit calmer and freer in his speech after your remark

he lost his confidence though when you didn’t answer for a few seconds

‘ah, was that too much? i’m-’ you cut him off with a kiss. it was just a quick peck but it was enough to leave him speechless

‘yeah, i’d really really like that, konoha.’

he was so relieved.

he kissed you again right after, but this time deeper and more passionate, putting his hands on either side of your jaw as yours rested on his chest feeling his fast heartbeat.

at the beginning of your relationship he was nervous and rather shy really. you didn’t know each other that long so he was afraid that you might not like him anymore if he opened up too much at a time. but when he realized how serious you actually were about him he didn’t hesitate.

he shoots really bad jokes and pick up lines at you all the time.

he shows you off so much. he is so proud of everything you do. the whole team knows every one of your test results and every meme you ever sent him.

he takes photos of you in private and posts them all over his social media [with your permission of course]

has a really pretty picture of you as his lock screen and wallpaper.

kiss him on his cheek while taking a selfie and you can be sure this guy gets a nosebleed

his room is hung with framed pictures of you [you two]

hugs? yes please. hug his waist and rest you head on his chest and he will marry you on spot. he also loves to hug you from behind and rest his head/forehead on your shoulder. that gets really awkward sometimes because he does that randomly even when you are chatting with your friends.

that’s also how he expresses his jealousy. when a guy is hitting on you he just walks up from behind, hugs you and stares the guy down with his piercing green eyes.

he likes to act cool in public, the team knows him as a joker but as soon as he is fully comfortable around you [which didn’t take long btw] he is a complete different person. he is a big softie, tells you all about his worries and likes to be comforted by you.

resting his head on your chest,listening to your heartbeat while you stroke his hair is his second favorite hobby apart from volleyball

lots of hand holding and side hugs as pda. also loves to have his arm around you waist as kind of protection from other guys

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! fanfiction #haikyuu!! headcanons #haikyuu!! x reader #lev haiba #lev x reader #konoha akinori #konoha x reader

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sparrellow · 4 years

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oops

Rin realised with absolute terror, that by some cursed oddity, the quite-revealing, most definitely embarrassing selfie she had just taken had been sent to Len.

rating: T genre: humour, romance pairing: rinlen words: 2,477

It was a balmy Tuesday afternoon, and Rin was bored, so she went window shopping.

Her favourite thing to do was try on cute outfits, take selfies in them, and then not buy anything at all. It wasn’t like she could afford to buy any of the things she tried, anyway—she was a broke university student, barely scraping by weekly on nutritious meals of cup ramen.

This day, she felt particularly ambitious. A little sexy, even. So she went to her favourite lingerie store and tried on a bunch of cute, expensive underwear.

Alas, it did not go exactly as planned.

When she unlocked her phone to take a selfie, it did some weird glitch thing, but she simply shrugged it off and went to snap a photo of herself in the pastel, frilly, mermaid-themed underwear she’d picked out. Hmm. Cute. She clicked the confirm button, and went to take another picture, except—

Except the screen didn’t return to the camera option.

Oh, no.

It didn’t.

It had, in fact, opened up her message with Len. Her uni friend. The cute guy from her Psychology class.

But that wasn’t it.

Because, Rin realised with absolute terror, that by some cursed oddity, the quite-revealing , most definitely embarrassing selfie she had just taken had been sent to him.

The final hit was the little: Read at 2:36 .

“Fuck!”

It was a balmy Tuesday afternoon, and Len was struggling to stay awake during his Introduction to Molecular Chemistry lecture. He kept nodding off every few minutes, the lecturer’s voice oddly soothing—both a blessing and a curse in his case.

But then his phone buzzed, and his eyes popped open to read the notification.

(1) Message from Rin Kagamine.

Huh. Wonder why Rin was texting him. They didn’t really talk much outside of their class together, but she was pretty cool. Pretty and cool, that was. He didn’t really think they were on that level for casual conversations yet, so perhaps it was uni-related, or something.

He reached over to unlock his phone to read the message.

And promptly turned off his screen again.

What… what was that .

His eyes had almost fallen out of his sockets. Had he just seen correctly? Or was his mind playing tricks on him? He wasn’t even entirely sure.

Reluctantly, he opened the message back up.

And confirmed, it was, indeed, not a mistake of his eyes.

She had, in fact, just sent him a picture of her in underwear. (Very nice underwear, might he add! But also, what the fuck was going on here .)

Before he could even form some degree of coherent message in response to the picture, Rin had begun spamming him in a flurry of panic.

FUCK

I’M SO SORRY

I’M SO FUCKING EMBARRASSED OH MY FUCKING GOD

FUCK!!!!

I SWEAR THIS WAS AN ACCIDENT I

I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED MY PHONE GLITCHED I’M SO SORRY LEN FUCK

He raised an eyebrow at the messages, amused. So it was… an accident? How does one send a sexy selfie as an accident? How does one’s phone glitch to the degree of accidentally sending someone a sexy selfie? Had she been meaning to send it to someone else?

There were so many questions.

Well, the good thing was that Len was definitely awake now.

Rin was crouching on the floor of the dressing room, half-naked and freaking out because he still hadn’t replied. But he had read all the messages. Oh god. What happens if he, like, posted the picture to some Facebook group to shame her? What if he used it for blackmail?

Was Len that sort of person? Did he like blackmail?

But before she could jump to any more conclusions, he’d responded with:

Thanks. I needed something to make this lecture a little bit more bearable.

He was at school? Had he opened the message in front of everyone? Had everyone else seen her in the cute little frilly mermaid underwear with her unshaven legs and pot-belly from eating two servings of instant yakisoba for lunch????

Rin sunk further down onto the ground, clutching her head, texting back rapid-fire.

I swear it was an accident I don’t know why it was sent to you I was literally just taking pics of myself and AHHHHH

Did she really just admit that she had been taking photos of herself, half-naked, in the dressing room of an expensive lingerie store?

Yes. Yes she did.

And Len had the audacity to send back a crying-laughing face.

Well idk if you wanted an opinion, but it looks cute. You should buy it.

Rin buried her face into her knees, utterly humiliated . This wasn’t what she was expecting her boring Tuesday afternoon to be like. Maybe she should’ve just stayed home and studied like a good student.

Well. It was too late to go back now.

I wish I could but it’s way out of my price range

Thanks, tho

She closed her phone and stood up, taking a breath to calm herself. At that moment, the dressing room assistant knocked on her door and asked, “Do you need any help?”

“I’m fine!” she croaked, scrambling to change into her next outfit. God forbid she let anyone else look at her body today.

Len couldn’t help but be a little disappointed at the fact that she’d stop replying after that last message.

Of course, it was normal , given that this was all apparently an accident , but he was hoping she’d send another picture or two.

You know.

That sounded dirty of him. But she was cute. And that first picture was—although very much a surprise—somewhat eye candy for him. Plus he was super bored. He still had another hour left of his lecture and his soul was slowly being leached from his body.

So, like the little disgusting man he was, he sent another message.

Is that all?

About a minute passed, before Rin responded with, What?

He internally winced. Was he really going to make himself sound like a major creep?

Yes. Yes he was.

(This was going to make his Psychology class super awkward and he knew it.)

You’re not trying any others on?

Rin’s reply came almost immediately after that. Of COURSE I’m trying others on

What, do you want more pictures of an underdeveloped adult woman with hairy legs and a bloated stomach in your phone?

Len snorted. The picture she’d sent was fine. It was a body. A very nice body he liked to look at.

So he said, I can give you a second opinion?

It was radio static silent from Rin. She’d read his message, but no answer. He waited about five minutes, before he put down his phone with a sigh and tried to tune into his class.

She’d probably blocked his number. With good reason.

God. How was he going to meet her eyes in Psychology class on Thursday?

Providing she didn’t like, sock him in the jaw for being a pervert.

But he couldn’t help it! He needed the thrill! The entertainment! Also the pictures of a cute girl in cute underwear on his phone!

Len was going to hell but he didn’t even care.

Rin had stared at her phone for an incredibly long time, not sure how to respond to her classmate.

Look, she got it. It was her fault for being a dumbass and not checking before taking the picture. She technically asked for this roundabout method of torture.

And yet. He had the audacity to ask for more.

She didn’t know whether to be mad or impressed. Madpressed, maybe.

So she left it to stew on, finished taking selfies of all the cute underwear in her naked glory, and went home very pensive. She thought very hard about it all on the bus, and glared hard at his little, stupid face in his icon on the message app.

Len was a good-looking guy. And , from the few conversations they had in class, he had a good sense of humour. And judging by his messages, he was also a cheeky asshole.

But she could’ve done worse. A whole lot worse. She could’ve sent that picture to her grandfather, or better yet, one of her creepy great uncles. Perhaps it was a good thing she’d sent it to some random (hot) guy from university.

Yeah.

So Rin decided to send the rest of her photos to him, and die gracefully in a puddle of shame.

He’d already seen one, so he might as well see them all.

Len almost tripped and fell flat on his face when Rin suddenly bulk-sent five more pictures of her in various, adorable lingerie.

He wasn’t even in his lecture anymore. He was walking home, feeling sorry for his little perverted self, and the fact that he accidentally slept through the remainder of his class. How on earth was he even going to pass that class.

The blood rushing to his head (and to the south pole), he managed to type out a response that read a lot more underwhelmingly compared to what was really going on in his mind.

Very nice.

Was it something a girl wanted to read after sending multiple pictures of herself in a vulnerable state? No, probably not. But his brain had turned to mush and was starting to seep out of his ears.

Rin wasn’t impressed.

You could’ve at least said thank you

Len fumbled for his dorm key, hands sweaty. Look, he was inexperienced. No one had ever sent him sexy pictures—or the equivalent of them, at least, whatever these were. He didn’t know how to handle it! Besides, she wasn’t even, like, a girl he was dating. He couldn’t just go full-mcCreep and tell her that he had a boner.

Could he?

No. He couldn’t.

Thank you , he responded, upon letting himself into his dorm room. I like the lavender one btw. It goes well with your hair colour

Was that too… much? He didn’t know if what he was doing was right. What did she expect him to say? He had no idea what on earth this entire situation was meant to be.

Oh really? That was my favourite

Cost like half a kidney tho

Len sank down onto his bed, relieved at her response. Okay. Okay. He was doing better. But now … he had a very important question he wanted to ask.

What’s the name of the store?

Rin blinked at his message, wondering why he was asking.

But she decided it was better not to ask. Maybe he had a girlfriend, or something. (Which, if he did, she would be incredibly pissed, because wouldn’t this classify as cheating? If he did, she was going to make sure he couldn’t walk straight ever again.)

She sent him back the store name. And left it there.

Thanks!

I’ll see you on Thursday ;)

Rin stared at his messages. Why did he send that winky face. What did it mean. What did it mean.

She didn’t respond, just tossed her phone aside and flopped back against her couch. She’d find out soon enough if she’d regret her actions.

Come Thursday, Rin had all but mentally prepared for her encounter with Len.

He pulled out the chair beside her in their lecture hall, and she stiffened, reluctantly dragging her eyes up to meet his gaze.

“Morning,” he said, acting way too casual given the circumstances. He plopped a familiar bag down on the desk in front of her and winked. Winked.

She felt her breakfast come up a little as it dawned on her, with absolute horror, that the bag donned the logo of the exact same store she’d been trying on underwear in the other day.

“What… is this,” she asked, gesturing at the bag like it was a severed toe.

Len looked smug, resting his chin on his hand. “I don’t know. Take a peek.”

“You don’t know,” Rin muttered to herself, unconvinced. She leaned forward, peering into the bag, catching a glimpse of something the shade of lavender. Uhhhh. She’d seen that shade of lavender somewhere. On her body. In the dressing room.

Hm.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Len said, shifting his gaze away so that he was facing forward. “No, I don’t know your size. I guessed.”

She wanted to send her face forward into the surface of the desk.

“But if it doesn’t fit,” he added, lips turning up into a smirk, “you can always take it in to swap it for your size. The receipt is in the bag.”

God. What on earth. What the even. What?

“Is this… are you going to like… blackmail me or something, or,” Rin spluttered, eyeing him with suspicion. “What are you going to have me do in return for… this? This brand isn’t… cheap.”

Len glanced back at her, shrugged his shoulders. “Well, you technically don’t have to do anything , but…” He licked his lips. What the fuck? Ew. Gross. “I wouldn’t mind some more pictures.”

She gawked at him, heat rushing to her cheeks. “ Re ally?” She didn’t trust him. She didn’t trust this pretty-faced man-boy at all. “So, you want to be my sugar daddy?”

He choked. After recovering from his coughing fit, he sat up straight, made direct eye-contact and said smoothly, “Yeah, if that’s how you want to see it.”

So, he gave her expensive lingerie. In exchange for. Pictures of her. In said lingerie.

Wow.

Rin wasn’t sure whether she was awake anymore, or just dreaming. Maybe she had passed out or something, and was having a fever dream. This was just too weird to even be real. She pinched her thigh under the desk, but nothing happened (alas).

“I mean, you could just go on a date with me instead, and maybe you’ll get to see the real thing,” her mouth said, without any mental input. It just came out.

It was real clown hours in this Psychology lecture, huh.

Len’s mouth popped open. Then closed. Then opened again. “That could work, too.”

It was silent. No one knew how to handle this situation, apparently. They were both staring awkwardly at the bag of lingerie on the desk between them, like it might eat them at any moment.

Eventually, Rin’s hand reached out and snatched it off the desk, stuffing it down into her shoulder bag on the ground. She cleared her throat, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, I’ll try it on tonight and see how it fits.”

Len tried not to look too pleased. And failed. “Cool.” He hesitated, side-glancing her. “If it does… ”

“I’ll meet you at Crypton's at seven.”

He blinked, surprised, before leaning back in his seat and grinning with satisfaction. “Sounds good.”

(Spoiler alert: Rin’s underwear didn’t fit, but they still went on the date anyway.)

#fanfiction #vocaloid #vocaloid fanfiction #rin kagamine #kagamine rin #len kagamine #kagamine len #rinlen #lenrin #rinxlen #lenxrin #uh... yeah

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pucks-no-fucks · 5 years

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Long Distance: Kaapo Kakko X Reader (part 3)

*gif isn’t mine, I am sure I found it on here, I have scoured everywhere, can’t find the owner, if you made it tell me so I can give credit where it’s due*

Authors Note: OOP- I think I know where I’m bringing this now (I have 2 ideas) but you guys will hate me for it for a bit if I go with one of them

Summary: Kaapo and the reader are in Vancouver for the draft.

Warnings: *Possibly a curse or two I can’t remember. Also there’s a passive comment in here, I ain’t got anything against New Jersy btw.

Requested: Yes | No

Word Count: 1,060

It took a lot to convince your mom to bring you to Vancouver. She was pissed about what happened in Slovakia. She was really mad. But you were able to do it. The plane ride over you were giddy. You were excited. You were staying in Vancouver for a week. Plenty of time.

When the plane landed you practically bounced off. Your mom starting becoming suspicious about why you wanted to come to Vancouver. You decided to send Kaapo a text to let him know you were here.

You: Hey I’m here, what are you up too?

Immediately you got a text back.

Kaapo: press

You: oh fun

Read

This was going to be a busy time and it wasn’t necessarily his fault. Besides, he just told you he was working with press. You were too happy for him to possibly be upset about it.

The hotel you and your mom were staying at was nice. Fancy. Gorgeous. Had a nice restaurant beside it too, so your mom treated you there.

Mom was giving you weird vibes however.

You were seated at the table and the second you ordered and the waiter took the menus she gave you a look.

She swished the water and ice in her cup. “So. When were you going to tell me you chased a boy here?”, she said simply. She didn’t sound mad or upset.

You slumped I your chair. “Mom I-“, she cut you off.

“Hey hey. I get it. Sometimes you fall for the wrong person at the wrong time. Sometimes the right person at the wrong time. I just would of liked to know why you had Auntie Aada almost call the police for your return”, she said with a chuckle, taking a sip of her water.

Visibly relaxing, you told her everything. She listened and laughed. She sided with you on most of what happened.

“Aada just worries. Long distance is hard”, mom told you. You knew it was true.

“Yea, but Mom something about this feels right. Not like he’s my soulmate or anything. I mean he very well could be, but that’s not the point. Everything is calm between us. There’s a peace and appreciation that no one else has ever shown me. There’s something there. I haven’t known him long enough to say I’m in love with him but Mom I think that spark is the start. That little something is going to be bigger. I know it’s not going to be easy, but life isn’t easy”, you took a deep breath. Mom looked at you in adoration.

“My Baby is growing up”! Her eyes watered as she said this and her hand grabbed yours. “If long distance is okay with you, then I’m okay with it”.

You blinked back happy tears. She got it. Your mother got it. She was going to support you through it. Dinner was calm after that. Conversation flowed easily.

“Draft is tomorrow. Are you going to be there”?

“Of course”.

~~~~~~~~~

You and your mom sat up with Kaapo and his family. You waited patiently with him, soothing and comforting him. This was big. Obviously, his childhood dream was coming true.

“Your okay babe”, you whispered to him. He had a straight face and was thinking hard.

“Thank you”. He looked over at you and some of the tension in his shoulders disappeared. But not all of it.

You massaged his hand. It always helped you calm down when you were younger. You hoped this would help him. The pad of your thumb ran along the palm of his hand, rubbing slow circles.

“You have small hands”.

You looked up at him with a smirk. “No my hands are average sized. You just have really big hands”.

He smirked but quickly returned his attention to the stage. You rested your head on his shoulder, continuing to massage his hand. Everyone was talking and being loud but the two of you were content with being silent.

New Jersey had taken their place on the stage to announce their selection. Martin Brodeur was announcing it. “For first over all, the New Jersey Devils are proud to select from the US program”, Kappos face fell, “Jack Hughes”.

“New Jersey sucks anyway”, you whispered while clapping for Hughes. You doubted it would help comfort him but it was something. They took their pictures and whatever.

It was a no brainer when the New York Rangers have Kaapo as their selection. It all blurred together, him getting up and hugging you first and then everyone else around him, his walk up, the pictures. The everything.

You were fucking proud.

You knew he was going to be occupied for a long time. You took your phone out and opened Instagram. Multiple notifications came up quickly on your phone.

“Was that you”?

“Are you at the draft”?

“You went to Vancouver”?

You ignored them. Your followers started slowly increasing. You changed your account to private for the time being. Kaapo has found your account making you smile and follow him back.

Opening the explore page, you searched for the Rangers. You followed them. Their page was already quickly filling up with Kakko posts.

New notification: “Is Kakko your boyfriend”?

You didn’t know what to say. Was he? No, the two of you haven’t talked about that. You read it over and over. The question upset you more then it should of. What were you guys? You were too easily upset, you pinned it on a lot of change.

You exited and started scrolling through your feed. Nothing interesting. Basic selfies, basic vacation pics, basic ads.

It was getting late, you had to leave with mom to go back to the hotel. You hugged the Kakko’s congratulations, and left. Kaapo was still busy with the rangers team and press. Mom talked about how much she loved the draft and how she wanted to go to another one.

That made you happy. When you reached the hotel room, only then you realized how tired you were. Almost immediately you fell asleep.

~~~~~~~~

You slept in, but woke up well rested. Quickly, you noticed mom wasn’t in the hotel room. She left a note for you on the clock.

‘Out with the girls, will be back before 5’

It was 11 am. What felt like hundreds of messages spammed your phone. Kaapo had texted you too.

Kaapo: When you get up text me?

You: Sorry I slept in. What’s your plan today?

Your phone dinged almost immediately.

Kaapo: No plans yet. Waited for you.

You: Think we could go somewhere to talk?

You left your phone on the nightstand and started getting ready. Your favourite summer clothes was a good choice. Flip flops and you were almost ready to go. Your hair was put into a lazily done bun before you sat back onto the bed.

Kaapo: Sure

You both decided to meet at the Tim Hortons closest to where he was staying. It wasn’t a far walk for you. Even though you could of taken the bus, you wanted to enjoy Vancouver.

The bell dinged as you opened the door. A quick scan of the Tims was all you needed. An awkward, out of place Kaapo sat in the back corner. You smiled but walked over.

“Is this seat taken”, you said in a deep voice.

Kaapos head snapped up to look at you. He chuckled, but motioned to the chair. You slid into the chair with ease. You rest your chin on your hand and looked intently at Kaapo.

“What are we?”, you asked loudly.

Kaapo went tense. “What do you mean?”, he mumbled, tracing random patterns on the table.

“Like. Are we together? Are we not?”, you sighed.

“I-“, he paused. “I don’t know. What do you want to be?”, he finished.

You smiled softly at him. “I want to be your girlfriend”, you said in a teasing tone.

He smiled. “Y/n, will you be my girlfriend”, he smirked.

“I, Y/n, agree to be your girlfriend”, you said dramatically. You both stopped for a second before bursting into loud fits of laughter. It wasn’t even that funny, so you weren’t sure why. You were wiping tears from your eyes, still trying to hold back laughter.

You reached for his hands. He reached for yours. Locking fingers together, you both giggled. Stupid teenager babble.

“Oh my god! Tell me how everything was for you!”, you exclaimed. You jumped out of your chair and almost leaped across the table to embrace him. His arms wrapped around you as he hummed in delight.

“Was good”.

“No no like TELL me about it”, you said excitedly.

So he did. He sat there and talked to you about it. He tried to be conservative about it. It was obvious he didn’t want to make everything about him.

You loved it. You loved hearing him talk about something so important to him. You loved just hearing him talk. You loved that this was a big part of his life, and inevitably yours too.

“I love you”, you blurted.

He froze. Kaapo looked at you like you had three heads. You were mentally beating yourself up over it. You didn’t even mean it. You didn’t know if you loved him yet. It was all too fast and all too soon. It was a spur of the moment. Your face went red. You regretted it immediately.

“You what”?

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