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senditcolton · 4 years ago

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You Make It Easy

summary: you were proud of how far the Stars went in the playoffs and you were disappointed when they fell just short of the finish line. but you missed your boyfriend Roope and you wouldn’t lie, you were happy to have him home. after all these months, you needed him by your side. and he needed you just as much.

song word count: 5.3k warnings: smut! oral (m and f receiving), multiple orgasms, and body worship.

Translations: rakkaani = my love // vittu, sinä olet niin kaunis = fuck, you are so beautiful // pian kulta, hyvin pian = soon baby, very soon // upea = gorgeous // prinsessa = princess // anna minun kuulla sinut = let me hear you

I am so proud of you. You will always be a champion to me.

You glanced down at your phone again, wanting to see if you had a response. You had sent that text message to your boyfriend Roope a day ago. And you still haven’t gotten anything back. You weren’t upset. Instead you were concerned. The radio silence just confirmed your worries.

You had seen the game. Everyone in Dallas was watching and hoping for another comeback. But once the final five minutes hit and the score was still the same, the collective heart of Texas sank. And yours sank even more. Because you knew that your boyfriend was sitting in that arena, watching it all play out on the ice below, and being unable to do anything about it.

The voice over the loudspeaker in the airport caught your attention, pulling your eyes away from your phone. You listened as the announcer told the terminal that Roope’s flight had finally touched down. You knew you didn’t have to meet him here at the airport. You could’ve waited for him to come home, but considering the absolute silence from his end, you knew that you needed to be there for him as soon as you could.

You looked towards the arrival gate, waiting for him to walk through. You were standing next to a few other WAG’s and some of their kids, everyone excited to reunite. Slowly but surely, the Dallas Stars started to appear. You heard shouts of joy and happiness from the girls around you and excited squeals from their children. You would normally look on to celebrate and welcome them back as well. Reunions always made you happy. But you were focused on the doorway, waiting to see the face that you had been missing for the past 3 months.

You caught sight of Miro and Esa together and you waved at them. You became close friends with the group that the fans affectionately called the Finnish Mafia and you saw their eyes light up when they spotted you. They wandered over and you hugged each of them affectionately.

“Hey guys. Welcome back,” you said, breaking away from Esa. “How was the flight?”

“Long,” Miro replied, stretching his arms above his head. You wanted to ask about Roope but you didn’t want to sound rude. You did enjoy being around them but your mind kept jumping back to him. Thankfully, both of them could see right through you.

“He should be out in a few,” Esa told you. You turned your head back to the entrance, sighing.

“How is his injury? They never confirmed what it was.”

“Nothing serious, nothing broken. They thought he might be able to play in Game 7, you know, if there was one,” Miro replied.

“I’m sorry guys. But you all put up a hell of a run and you know that we are all proud of you for how far you got,” you said, smiling up at them. It was hard not to sound too cliché, but it was the best you could do. It seemed to work at least a little as they both looped you into another hug.

“Thanks Y/N. We’ll see you around, yeah?” Esa pulled away from you and picked up his bag.

“Am I that bad of company?” you joked as they both started walking towards the exit. Miro turned back to you.

“You are wonderful Y/N,” he laughed. You saw his eyes flit quickly to something over your shoulder. “But I think there is someone who needs your company a little bit more.”

You turned around and finally saw the blonde hair and tall frame of your boyfriend. A noise escaped your mouth, half cheer, half sob, and you started running towards him. Roope heard your shoes rapidly hitting the tile floor and looked up to see you. He dropped his bag from his hands just before you two collided.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pushing your head into his chest, feeling tears escape your eyes. After 3 months of not being able to hold him, you never wanted to let go. And you knew that Roope felt the same way, considering how his arms almost entirely enveloped you. You felt his face press into your hair, holding you as close to him as he could. Both of you stood there for a moment, tangled up in one another. You took a few deep breaths, taking in his familiar scent and basking in warmth of his arms. Finally, you pushed back from his chest although your arms never left their spot on his waist. As you looked up into his pale blue eyes, it felt like your heart breaking and yet becoming whole at the same time.

“I missed you so much,” you say, watching Roope’s eyes soften as he looked at you.

“I missed you too, rakkaani.”

“I wish I could kiss you right now,” you lightly laugh, reaching one hand up to cradle his face, the fabric of the medical mask he was wearing tickling your palm. As soon as your fingers made contact with his face, you saw him sigh and melt into your hand. You let him stay like that, knowing that he needed this. Needed to feel your touch after such a long time.

“Come on,” you say, pulling your hand away and running it down his arm to interlace your fingers with his. “Let’s go home.”

Roope didn’t fight you, just simply picked up his bag and started walking with you out of the airport. You two walked in silence into the parking garage. You still weren’t sure what to say, or what Roope needed you to say, if anything. So, you settled for having his hand in yours and the comfortable silence that often appeared when you two were together. You made it all the way to your car and as you opened the trunk for Roope to put his bags inside, he startled you by grabbing your waist and spinning you to face him once again.

He had already taken his mask off and was smiling down at you. A soft laugh fell from his lips and you looked up at him, confused. It wasn’t until his hands reached up to cradle your face, that you realized you were still wearing yours. You blushed beneath the fabric and started to reach up to take it off but Roope stopped you. He pulled you close to him and your eyes fluttered close as he pressed his lips against your forehead. You felt his fingers in your hair as his thumbs caressing your cheek, gently sneaking under the straps around your ears. You felt your mask fall from your face as Roope pulled back, grabbing it in one hand and absentmindedly tossing it into the trunk. His other hand was still holding the back of your head and finally, he pulled your lips to his.

It started off soft, like you two were still trying to figure out if this was real, if the person in front of you was actually there. You felt a sigh escape from you and as you relaxed into this kiss. The softness lasted for a few moments, the both of you simply enjoying the feeling of each other. But soon, the reality set in, that this was real, that you were together again after months, and the kiss quickly turned into something more passionate.

Roope pushed against you, his hands snaking from your hair down to the small of your back. Your arms found their way around his neck, your fingers catching the brim of his baseball cap, accidentally pushing it forward. You whined in frustration and without breaking your lips from his, you grabbed the hat from his head and threw it into the trunk as well. Your fingers then went back to tangle in his hair, slightly tugging at his locks. You heard a small growl escape his chest as he deepened the kiss, his hands wandering further down until he was practically lifting you up off the ground. Your legs went to wrap around his hips, trying to get as close to him as you possibly could. Roope was gripping onto you as if he let go, you would disappear again. You two finally break away from each other, your forehead still resting on his, your heavy breaths intermingling with his.

“Vittu, sinä olet niin kaunis,” Roope muttered under his breath, his eyes never leaving yours. He pushed your lips together once again and your hands went to hold his face and pull him even closer to you.

“Ew, get a room you two!” You turn your head to see Tyler walking hand in hand with his girlfriend Katie, his three dogs happily trotting besides them.

“Fuck you Seguin,” Roope shot back and you saw Tyler raise his shoulders in fake surprise, smiling at the two of you. You let out a small laugh and turned to face Roope again. You pressed one more gentle kiss to his lips and untangled from his grip. He smiled down at you as you closed the trunk and went around to the passenger side.

The car ride back home started out uneventful. You threw on some soft classic rock to fill the quiet and Roope’s hand was almost always grasped in yours. The only thing that left you on edge was when he decided to rest his hand on your thigh. You sighed at the feeling of him drawing small patterns through your jeans. He slowly moved his hand up, continuing his ministrations. It wasn’t until he gently squeezed your flesh that you let out a gasp and pressed your thighs together. Roope glanced at you out of the side of his eye, noticing your movement. He moved his hand back down to its original place and resumed his tracing. You heard him chuckle lightly at the frown on your face.

“Pian, kulta, hyvin pian.”

You sighed heavily and spent the rest of the ride staring out the window, trying desperately not to whine as Roope’s hand continued to rest against your leg. You were buzzing with need and when the car finally stopped at your place, you practically leaped out of the car. Roope grabbed his bags and reached out for your hand again. You two walked into your house and as soon as the front door closed behind you, the suitcases were dropped onto the floor and Roope was lifting you back into his arms.

He pushed you against the door, his lips attacking your neck and you let out a moan as his hips pressed into your center, finally feeling the beautiful friction against your heat. You pulled his head from your throat and pulled him into a messy kiss, your tongues and teeth clashing against each other. His hands gripped the underside of your thighs causing you to grind against him even more. You broke away from the kiss but before Roope could move back to your neck, you held his face and connected your eyes to his beautiful blue ones.

“What do you need baby?” you whispered. You saw by the look in his eyes that he understood you weren’t just asking to be a tease. He knew that you were genuinely concerned for him. And as much as you wanted him to be between your thighs, you wanted to make sure that he was alright. Roope pressed his lips against yours again. But this kiss wasn’t rough and needy. It was filled with so much love and understanding that you melted against him.

“I just need you. Just you,” he mumbled into your lips. You smiled against him.

“Well, you have me.”

As soon as those words were out of your mouth, your lips were attached again. Roope pulled you away from the door and with you still in his arms started walking you towards the bedroom. He miraculously didn’t hit anything on the way and you were silently impressed by his memory of how the place was laid out. But considering that he had done this walk multiple times, in the dark and in various states of inebriation, it wasn’t too surprising.

Roope kicked the door close with the back of his foot and deposited you on the bed. Your legs were still wrapped around him as his lips left yours and started their path back down to your neck. You sighed against him as your hands snuck their way underneath his shirt, your fingers tracing his waistband. You heard him let out a grunt as he tore head away from you and stood up, leaving you breathless on the bed. He started to kick off his shoes and you lifted yourself up, doing the same. You looked up in enough time to see Roope reach behind him and tear his shirt away.

Your breath almost caught in your throat as you took in the sight of him shirtless in front of you. You missed him. You missed this. And if the ache between your legs was any indication, you needed him as desperately as he needed you. You reached out towards him and he smiled and walked back to you. When your fingers finally touched his smooth skin, you started running your hands across the planes of his chest, the ridges of his abdomen. You never wanted to stop touching him. When you looked up at him, he was staring down at you perched on the edge of the bed. You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to him stomach, watching as his eyes fluttered shut, a small shiver running through his body.

“Beautiful,” you mumbled against his skin. “You are so stunning.”

Roope’s eyes opened as you pulled away from him. You smirked slightly and lifted your arms above your head. Roope let out a small laugh as his hands found their way to the hem of your t-shirt and he slowly pulled off of you. As soon as the fabric had vanished, he pressed his lips against yours and your arms went from their place in the air to around his neck. You felt his hands tracing up and down your sides and slowly wrapping around your back. His fingers made quick work of the clasp on your bra and you let your arms drop in order for it to slide down to the floor.

Roope pushed you back against the bed and broke away from the kiss to stare at you, your upper body now completely bare to him. His eyes wandered along your chest, taking in your smooth skin, your necklace now pooling in the dips of your collarbones.

“Upea” he muttered, leaning back down to capture your lips again. He trails down to you neck, sucking yet another mark against the column of your throat. You take in a sharp breath as his teeth gently graze your skin as he moves to your collarbones, continuing to make bruises appear on your skin as if he was making up for the lost time.

You felt his hands run up your sides and move to cup your breasts. You hear Roope groan against your skin as he squeezes them, his fingers moving to play with your nipples. You let out a moan as he continues, his lips moving lower until your feel them close over one of your nipples, his tongue flicking over the bud, already stiff from his attention.

“Roope, please,” you whine out.

“What do you need, prinsessa? Do you need my fingers? Or my tongue?”

“Anything, please.”

You hear him chuckle darkly as he continues down your body. His fingers run across the top of your jeans, continuing to tease you even more. You push your hips up to him, silently begging for him to move quicker. But he resists, slowly unbuttoning your jeans, his fingers just barely dipping underneath. Another whine escapes your lips and finally, Roope grips the waistband of both your jeans and your panties and slowly strips them down your legs.

Roope grips one of your ankles in his hand and lifts your leg up to his mouth. He presses a gentle kiss to your ankle, his other hand stroking your calf, caressing the soft skin underneath his fingertips. He slowly works his way up, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses onto your calf, the side of your knee, the inside of your thighs. You sigh into his actions, a surprised gasp leaving your lips as his hands gripped your waist and pulled you closer to him, your ass now perched on the very edge of the bed, your legs hooked over his shoulders.

You looked down at Roope, locking eyes with him as he continued to press his lips everywhere but the place that you needed. You reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair, trying desperately to pull him to your heat. He laughs against your skin, his strength no match for you. He reaches and plucks your hand away from him, and interlaces his fingers between yours, pushing it back against the mattress. He looks up at you one more time, catching your pleading eyes in his gaze, until he finally puts his mouth on your soaked pussy.

Even though he had been away for months, Roope knew your body like the back of his hand. And even after all that time, he knew exactly how to please you.

As soon as his tongue connected with your center, you let out a loud moan, your head thrown back onto the bed. Every movement he made had you writhing against him. And when his lips moved up to encircle your clit, sucking lightly, your hips bucked up, trying desperately to get him closer. One of his tattooed arms went to wrap around the front of your hips, pressing them down against the bed, holding you still, completely at his mercy.

“I missed the taste of you,” Roope whispered, breaking away to press more kisses into your thighs. All you could do is whine in response as he dove back between your legs. When his mouth goes to move back over your clit, his tongue running small circles over the sensitive nub, you threw an arm up over your mouth, biting into your skin, trying to muffle your moans. Roope noticed your action and let his teeth gently scrape over you. His action released a slight scream from you, your arm falling away from your face.

“That’s it prinsessa. Anna minun kuulla sinut. Let me hear you.”

You didn’t hold back the moans that left you after that. Roope was all over your pussy, his tongue moving from licking broad stripes up your slit to circling your clit and back again. His ministrations were making your head spin and you felt yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge.

“Baby, please, I’m going to cum,” you moaned out, your heels digging into his back, tightening your grip on his hand. Roope moved the hand that was pressed on your hips to your center and his fingers pressed down on your clit, rubbing tight circles against you. He kept up his movements as his tongue dipped in between your folds, fucking into you.

“Ohmygod, baby, fuck.” You feel your orgasm crashing over you, your back arching off the bed, your mouth falling open into a silent moan. Roope continued his actions, prolonging your pleasure as your legs tightened around him. You felt your legs tremble as you came down from your high, whimpering as Roope gradually slowed his movements. He pressed one last kiss into the soft skin of your thigh before he crawled up the bed to hover over you.

“So good for me,” Roope whispers, one hand gently pushing away the hair that had stuck to your face. You lifted your head and pulled him into a deep kiss, moaning as your tasted yourself against his lips.

You ran your hands back down his abdomen and smiled into the kiss as your fingertips made contact with the waistband of his sweats. You moved to gently scrape your nails against his abs, feeling his stomach tighten. You swallowed the groan that escaped him as you dipped your hand underneath his boxers and gripped his length. You stroked him a few times until he broke away from the kiss, muttering curses at your actions. You took this moment to grip the edge of his sweats and boxers, pushing them down.

Roope pulled you up, adjusting you until you were resting on the bed entirely, with his body situated between yours. You mewled as his tip made contact with your still sensitive core. You hooked one of your legs over his hip and gripped his shoulders, throwing all your weight into him, causing him to flip over. His back hit the bed and you were straddled over him. He smiled up at you and you returned his smirk as your leaned down and kissed him again.

You moved your lips down, determined to not be the only one that was marked by the end of the night. You took your time, sucking a few hickeys into his throat, against the prominent vein in his neck. Once you were pleased with your work, you continued to trail down his body. You heard Roope let out grunt above you as you moved all the way down, pressing a soft kiss right at the dip of his hips. His cock was resting heavily against him and you took it back into your hand, gently kissing the tip. You felt Roope’s hand tangle into your hair as you slowly lowered your mouth down to wrap about him. You bobbed your head, your tongue circling around his girth as you moaned at the salty taste of his precum.

“Vittu,” Roope cursed, his hips gently bucking up into your mouth. You moaned around him, the vibrations causing yet another moan to tear from his chest. You move your mouth to the tip and sucked, your tongue moving to trace the vein on the underside of his cock.

“Stop, prinsessa. I won’t last.” You released him from your mouth with a small pop and he pulled you back up until you were once again straddling his hips. Roope kept his fingers tangled in your hair and pulled you into another searing kiss. Your hips started to grind against him, releasing moans from both of you as your pussy ran across his length.

You broke away from his lips and lifted your hips until you were hovering over him. Reaching between your two bodies, you gripped him once again and teasingly ran the tip of him up and down your slit. Roope’s hands shot to your hips as you finally sank down on him.

Both of you let out contented groans, relishing in the feeling of one another. Roope was looking up at you with such adoration and his attention made your skin light up underneath his gaze.

Once you got used to the feeling of him stretching you out, you started to move, slightly raising your hips and then sinking back down to him. Roope’s hands gripped your hips tight, helping you bounce, each movement causing his cock to hit your g-spot perfectly. You threw your head back as moan after moan escaped your lips. You moved your hands to rest on his chest, giving you a steady surface to push off from. Your nails dug into his skin every time he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Roope cursed beneath you, his hands moving from your hips to caress your body, tracing over your ribcage, up to your breasts, slightly teasing your nipples again. His fingers danced across your collarbones and went to wrap around your neck.

“So good, so pretty,” Roope mumbled beneath you as he worshiped your body. You let out a moan, begging him for more, for his fingers to continue their path, igniting a fire beneath your skin. “Are you close prinsessa?”

All you could do was let out another high-pitched whine, resorting to grinding your hips into his, trying to achieve the friction against your clit that you desperately needed. Roope noticed your actions and let one hand fall to where you two were connected.

“Fuck! Roope.” His thumb skillfully rubbed your clit, pushing you closer to your peak once again. You continued to grid against him, his name falling from your lips. Your head was tossed back as you chased your release, Roope’s hand never leaving your clit while his other hand went to your chest, tweaking your nipple. Roope felt your body tense as your orgasm hit. He continued to fuck you through it, your legs quivering around him. He lifted his upper body to connect with yours, swallowing your moans as they escaped from your lips. His arms wrapped around your waist as your hands went to tangle in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer, your hips still grinding against him.

Eventually, your body relaxed against his, your orgasm washing away. Roope’s lips were still on yours and it took a few moments for you to realize that Roope was still painfully hard in you. You groaned and moved your hips again. He broke away from you, forcing you to look in his pale blue eyes.

“Do you have one more for me, prinsessa?” he asked as one hand went to lightly play with your hair. You nodded weakly and Roope pressed his lips softly to yours. You melted into him and then let out a gasp as he flipped you over, your back connecting with the soft sheets.

Roope continued to kiss you as he gripped one of your thighs, raising it to wrap around his hips, opening you up for him. He slowly started to pump into you, aware that you were still sensitive from your last orgasm. You mewled against his lips every time he sank into you, his cock creating beautiful friction against your walls. Your head fell back against the pillow as Roope’s lips moved down to kiss along your jaw. It wasn’t until you were pushing your hips up to meet his that Roope increased his speed. You let out a loud moan, your sensitivity already driving you to your third orgasm. Roope felt your pussy fluttering around him and started to thrust even faster, his cock hitting deep within you. You couldn’t control the noises that fell from your lips, a combination of curses, moans, and his name filling the air. You felt incredibly full and when Roope let his hand drift back down your body, pressing against your clit once more, you shot up, arms wrapping around his back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried out as you felt the coil in you tightening impossibly fast. Roope continued to pound into you, desperately chasing his own high.

“Cum, prinsessa. Cum for me.”

With that, the coil snapped as your third and final orgasm rushed through your body. Your back arched off the bed, your nails digging into his back, leaving angry red marks against his skin. The feeling of your pussy clamping down around him brought Roope to his peak, his cum spilling into you, your name repeatedly falling from your lips like a prayer.

Roope collapsed on top of you, his forearms supporting his body weight as he rested. Your hands went to tangle in his hair and you lifted him to your lips for one last kiss. You two stayed tangled in each other for a few moments, relishing in the feeling of being together once again.

Roope lifted up off of you, gently pulling out of you. A small whimper escapes your lips and he presses a kiss into your forehead. Roope moves to kneel down next to the bed, staring at your face, his eyes taking in every bit of your blissed-out expression.

“How about a bath?” A small smile dances onto your lips.

“Yes please.” Roope kisses you once again, his hand coming to cradle your face, fingers gently playing with your hair. He rises and starts to move towards the bathroom but you stop him by grabbing his wrist.

“Roope,” you start, him turning back to face you. “I’m sorry, about the game.” You seen pain flash in his eyes. His lips twist into a small smile, touched at your concern.

“It’s okay.” That was all he said as he turned back to the bathroom, his hand escaping yours. You sighed against the bed, listening to running water filling the bathtub. You wanted him to talk to you, but you knew that at this point, it was too fresh in his mind and still a little too painful. So, you accepted that for right now, you were happy to simply be there for him and be next to him, since you couldn’t before.

After a few moments, you pushed up from the bed and made your way towards the bathroom, not bothering to throw on any clothes. The thought of the hot water against your sore muscles sounded like heaven. You get to the doorway, catching sight of Roope leaning against the counter of the sink. You sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, your cheek resting on his back. You feel him relax into your touch. Peeking around his body, you noticed the razor in his hand and looked up to see his newly clean-shaven face.

“Aw, you didn’t keep the beard?” you pout, catching his eyes in the mirror.

“Not right now. Why? Did you like it?” he teased, watching as your cheeks lit up.

“Well, it felt pretty nice,” you muttered under your breath, your teeth tugging at your bottom lip. Roope let out a chuckle and washed the rest of the shaving cream off of him. He turned to face you and brought his hands to your hips.

“I’ll grow it back for your birthday. How about that?” You smiled up at him and pushed yourself up onto your tip-toes, connecting his lips with yours. You broke away, the smile still playing on your lips.

“I’m holding you to that.”

Roope laughed again, the sound becoming music to your ears. He leaned down and kissed you once more. You let out a small squeak of surprise as he scooped you up into his arms, walking you to tub. He gently placed you into the warm bubbly water, the temperature instantly relaxing you. He climbed in behind you, pulling you towards him until your back made contact with his chest. His arms wrapped around you and you sighed into him.

You two relaxed in the water, simply taking in the quiet. You two had often spent hours just silently wrapped up in each other. It was comfortable, the kind of silence that happened when two people understood each other so deeply that no words were needed. Roope’s hands continued to trace along your skin, his chin resting on the top of your head. After a while, as the water started to cool and you felt your eyelids start to droop, you finally decided to speak.

“I meant what I said earlier. You will always be a champion to me.” You felt his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You felt his face burrow into your hair, his lips gently pressing into the soft skin of your neck. His light breath fanned the side of your face as he whispered into your ear;

“And you will always be my greatest prize.”

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burkymakar · 4 years ago

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Mikko Rantanen Imagine: Remembered (Part 1)

Summary: After an accident that finds you on the side of the road, you’re lost in the middle of the Vail mountains with no memory of who you are. Mikko Rantanen, with several Avalanche players, finds you and takes you in.

Word Count: 3.2k

Rating: T (Blood and vomit mentions, nothing graphic)

Note: I’ve never had amnesia and this is not medically accurate. This is soap opera amnesia. This is also basically the plot of the Hallmark movie A Christmas To Remember.

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Pure rage coursed through your veins, but tears streamed down your face.

That was the worst part, that you were sad.

You wanted to feel joy, you should feel free.

Maybe you will tomorrow, but tonight, all you felt was misery.

You wiped at your face harshly with a gloved hand. When that glove was soggy, you used the other but found just your bare hand.

Fuck, in your haste to shove everything in your suitcase, you forgot your other glove. Who knew what else you forgot?

But you definitely knew what you left behind.

You looked at your car’s radio station, and tried to fiddle to get some music. But the storm seemed to be dulling the towers, because it was mostly static. You had no idea what Vail’s music stations were. Too bad your phone was dead.

You should have waited until the snow blew over but you needed to leave the resort immediately.

Giving up on music, you looked up to see a deer, standing in your headlights as you barrelled down on it. Shrieking, you swerved out of the way, and felt your car lose traction.

Desperate to right yourself, you lost all control of the car as it practically drove itself off the road and through the snow on the street side.

The deer and spinning snow were quickly replaced with a tree, and you didn’t have nearly enough time to react in this instance.

The car crashed into the tree, and metal crunched around you. Your head hit the steering wheel, the airbags went off, and everything went dark.

Mikko Rantanen was pleasantly sore from a long weekend of skiing with his Avalanche bros. Colorado snows were a lot different than Finnish winters, and he appreciated that. When he first moved to Denver, locals kept saying how the snow was “different here.” And he didn’t get that until he started skiing. It was like a winter wonderland that people always sing about.

It was also good to distract from the season, and just spend time as friends instead of teammates.

“You keep going this way, then get onto the highway in fifteen miles,” Mark Barberio said, reading from his phone.

“I still don’t get why you get the front seat,” Tyson Jost said, playing on his phone sullenly next to him in Andre Burakovsky’s car.

“I’m a better navigator, and I’m older,” Barbs replied.

“If Burky drives fast, we won’t have much to go,” Mikko reassured.

“I will turn this car around,” Andre threatened mockingly.

“Please, I already miss our lodge,” Josty said.

“I miss fireplace,” Mikko agreed. “So warm.”

“Get one in your place, Mr. Fancy Contract,” Barbs said.

Mikko kicked the back of his seat as they all laughed. Ignoring them and their playful jealousy, he looked out the window as the snow fell. Part of him was worried about the season returning, but this was a great reprieve. Andre always talked about “work-life balance” and he finally felt he hit a balance.

Outside the window, he looked at all the passing trees, covered in snow as the sun slowly set. It looked like a postcard. Fuck, he should send his mother a postcard.

But then, out in the trees, he saw someone on the side of the road, walking alone. For the briefest flash as the car drove fast, he saw your face, blood trickling from the forehead.

“Vittu! Burk, stop car,” he ordered, almost forgetting English.

“What?” Andre demanded, slowing down.

“There’s someone out there,” he said and hopped out of the car just as it slowed to a stop.

“No! No hitchhikers in my ride,” Burky yelled but Mikko was already racing to meet the stranger.

You looked freezing cold, in only a ski jacket and missing a glove. There was a bright pink beanie on your head with one of those puff balls on top, and you were wearing Uggs.

But the most concerning thing was the blood on your face.

“Are you okay?” He asked, once he was about three meters away.

You looked him in the eye, “Hello?”

“Hello,” he said. He could hear Burky and Tyson yelling at him, but he ignored them. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t think so,” You said. “Who are you?”

“I was gonna ask you that,” he said, trying to hide his obvious worry. You smiled a little. “What’s your name?”

“My name?” Your eyebrows furrowed, and you swayed a little. “My name is- Uh, fuck. I- I dunno.”

A chill different from the winter cold ran through him. “I’m Mikko,” he said. “You’re bleeding.”

“I am?” Your non-gloved hand went to your face and you winced as you pressed against your wound.

“What are you doing out here?”

“I don’t know,” You said, and took a step before losing footing. He rushed over and caught you before you hit the street.

“It’s okay,” he said, and kept your elbows in his grip. “I think we need go to hospital.”

“Are you okay?” You said, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“I mean for you,” he said.

“Okay, Mikko,” You said.

“My friend Andre gonna drive you,” he said, gently leading you back to the car. “Do you know how you got here?”

“Got where?”

“On the side of the road?”

You shook your head and winced again.

“It’s okay, we figure it out,” he promised and saw Josty now standing outside the car, dancing slightly in the chill.

“Dude, what the fuck? Who is she?”

“I dunno,” Mikko admitted. “But I think she’s hurt.”

Tyson walked over, “Jeez, she looks like she fought a goon.”

“I might have,” You said. “Who are you?”

“This is Tyson,” Mikko said. “He’s nice but idiot.”

Tyson rolled his eyes, but they helped you into the car, gently putting you in the middle seat between them.

“I said no hitchhikers,” Andre said, turning around then pausing at the sight of you. “Shit, is she okay?”

Mikko grabbed one of the spare Nike towels Andre had lying around in his backseat. After it passed the sniff test, he gently held it to your forehead’s wound.

“Can we take her to hospital?”

“A hospital, oh god,” You said, looking nervous. “I- Do we have to?”

“I think Katie’s still around,” Barbs said, referring to Katie Chen, one of their medics. “I’ll see if she can take her in.”

“Thanks,” Mikko said. “It’s okay, we’ll get you help.”

“Thank you,” You said softly. “What’s your name again?”

“Mikko,” he said. “That’s Mark, Andre and Tyson.”

You waved hesitantly, “I’m sorry. I really appreciate this.”

“What’s your name?” Andre asked. “If I’m your chauffeur.”

“I don’t know,” You admitted.

“Do you think she has amnesia?” Mark asked. “And Katie said she can stay late at the Can and meet us there.”

“Oh god,” You said, tears welling in your eyes. Fuck, that made Mikko nervous. Since he was still applying pressure to your head wound, he patted your knee with his other hand.

“It’s okay,” Mikko said. “Dr. Katie is real good. She fix you.”

“Thank you,” You said softly. “You are all being so kind. I- I don’t know if I can repay you.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he assured. “Let’s just get you safe.”

“We’ll be there soon,” Andre added, and they kept driving back to Denver.

You stepped out of the very nice car and onto the streets in front of a giant building. All the lights were on, and the sign read Pepsi Center.

Your mouth watered, but you didn’t know what that name meant.

“Where are we?”

“This is where we work,” the one named Tyson but they called Josty said as Mikko steadied you with a gentle hand at your elbow. Christ, he was so tall. “One of our coworkers is a doctor, she can help you.”

You nodded and followed them into the building. They flashed badges and you were guided to a small room that was very brightly lit and it made your head hurt.

“If any of you fuckers got injured while skiing, I will kill you,” Someone said, and you jolted at the threat.

“Not us, Mikko picked up a stray,” the one named Mark said. The one who drove, who’s name you didn’t remember, elbowed him in the side.

“Oh?” A young Asian woman stepped up to the five of you, her clothes bright blue. “Oh jeez, that’s quite the head laceration. Bring her to me, what’s your name?”

You were moved to a chair, and you found you really hated the question what’s your name?

“I don’t know,” You said.

The woman looked at the four men and sighed, “That’s not a good sign.”

“I’m sorry,” You offered.

She finally smiled at you. “Not your fault. I’m Dr. Katie, I take care of these idiots. Let’s get that wound sealed up. We’ll figure out what to call you later.”

After numbing the wound, she sewed you up and performed “concussion protocol.”

“You definitely have a concussion,” she said. “Try not to look at screens- Oh, wait! If you have a phone, we could get your information?”

“Why didn’t we think of that?” Josty asked, berating of himself.

“Check your pockets,” the doctor ordered, and you instantly shoved your hands in your jean’s pockets, and in the pockets of your coat. Nothing except a gum packet. No wallet, no phone, no keys.

“It was a good idea,” You said. “I’m sorry I’m so useless, I don’t know why I can’t remember.”

“I know why, you have amnesia,” Katie said. “Retrograde it seems.”

“I know that,” the driver one said. “Mercury does that sometimes.”

“You so dumb,” Mikko said, and you hid a smile because that was mean but funny. “Is she get memory back?”

“She might. Ideally, we’d have her be in familiar places to jog it, but you guys said you said you found her on the side of the road.”

“She could have been skiing,” Mark said. “Or snowboarding.”

“Or she lived there as a lumberjack or she could be a tourist from New York,” Katie added. “Unfortunately, there are hundreds of possibilities. She’s gonna need a place to stay, routine is best for amnesiac patients.”

“She can stay with me,” Mikko said.

Everyone looked shocked at that idea, even you.

“Mikko, thank you, but I can’t ask you to do that,” You said.

“You not ask, I offer.” He shrugged. “It’s no big deal, I have extra room at my apartment.”

“Thank you,” You said, feeling lost in more ways than one. But at least you’d have a room that night. You didn’t even think about that.

Everything was swirling around you, and in panic and fear and exhaustion, you gagged. The doctor was prepared and handed you a wastebasket that you promptly threw up in.

“It’s been a rough day for you,” she soothed you, and you let the shame fill your body instead of the dizziness.

“I’m sorry,” You said. Not sure if you were saying it to the doctor or the men that found you or to yourself.

After that, the doctor sent the guys out, and it was just you and her. She ran a couple more tests on you, checking if you had whiplash (which you didn’t) or if you were dehydrated (you were).

“I don’t know if I can pay you back for this.”

“Don’t worry, I do this for fun,” she said with a grin. “Mikko!” She called, and you winced a little at the sudden sharp sound.

“Rantanen, bring her back to me in ten days so I can get those stitches out,” Katie said then turned to you. “Hopefully, though, you’ll be back at your doctor by that point.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mikko said, and you nodded as well. You had no idea where home was but you wanted to find it so badly.

“And I was thinking, you found you on the side of a highway,” Katie said. “You could have gotten in an accident. Did you see a car nearby?”

“No, I was distracted by the bleeding girl.”

“That’s fair,” she conceded and turned back to you. “Do you remember anything before Mikko found you?”

You stared at Mikko, with his fluffy blonde hair and gray-blue eyes. Then blinked as you forced yourself to try to remember.

Before Mikko ran up to you, it was all white and green and gray. The snow, the trees, the road. When you tried to think back farther, it turned completely fuzzy and it even hurt to attempt to picture it.

“I don’t. At all- is that bad?”

“Not necessarily, you might have entered a minor fugue state,” she said. “That happens sometimes in amnesiacs. Considering you don’t have frostbite or hypothermia, you probably weren’t out there long. I’ll get the information to the police, and maybe they can find your car if it’s out there.”

You nodded.

“You can take ibuprofen for the pain,” she said. “Not best to go harder than that, especially with your memory fog. You got some at home, right, Rantanen?” The man nodded. “If you were serious about her staying with you, you can take her there now.”

“I can be serious.”

The doctor rolled her eyes, and lead them out of her office.

You stepped out of the Pepsi Center with Mikko, and stared out at the expansive parking lot.

“The snow is so pretty,” You couldn’t help but say, letting it fall on you without stepping anywhere to shield yourself. “I don’t even mind the cold.”

“Do you think you’re from somewhere cold?” He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You turned to look at him and pursed your lips, “I dunno. I seem to be used to it, but... When I think back, it’s just a haze. Like a cloud, you know?”

He nodded.

You stared out at the big city and tall buildings. You didn’t even know where you were. The guys mentioned Denver but that town didn’t ring a bell.

Maybe your family was there. Maybe they were far away, and you were trapped. Did they know you were gone?

“Do you think people are looking for me?” You asked.

“Absolutely,” he said without hesitation.

“I hope so,” You said, shoving your own hands in your pockets as the snow picked up and flurried around you both. “That’d be awfully lonely otherwise. And just plain awful.” You cleared your throat to fight tears. You’d been too embarrassing already in your short amount of consciousness.

“It’ll be ok...” he said then trailed off. “I don’t know what call you,” he said.

“I don’t either,” You admitted. “I don’t even have a guess.”

He pursed his lips and looked around them, then said, “How about Snow?”

You stared at the falling snow again, and felt warm. “I like that. Please call me Snow.”

“Great, Snow. Let’s get you to my place.” Mikko gently held your elbow again and guided you to his car.

Mikko Rantanen had brought his fair share of women to his apartment in Denver, but all of them could remember their own name.

Until now.

“This place is really nice,” You said as you kicked off your boots at his front door. There were still snowflakes in your hair, but you didn’t seem to mind.

He was about to warn you about his dog when Bobby booked it into the front entryway and wiggled around.

As he knelt down, he told his dog how much he missed him in Finnish and gave him all the pets he could as Bobby licked his face.

“What language is that?” You asked.

At the sound of your voice, Bobby noticed you and barked at you, causing you to jump back into the wall. He left Mikko’s hands and immediately went to you, wiggling again but in an angry way this time. He jumped on your knees, still barking.

“Bobby! Ei! Alas!” He ordered his dog to get down. He always got too excited with new people. But you no longer seemed frightened.

“It’s okay,” You said. “We never had dogs but I love them,” You knelt down to scratch his ear and give him scratches. Bobby, enthused with the attention, switched from barking to happy whining. You perked up, “Wait, I remembered something! I remembered we didn’t have a dog.”

“Who’s we?” He tried to encourage you.

You paused, looking almost comical with Bobby licking your chin if it weren’t for the dimming excitement in your eyes. “Dammit. I don’t know. I can just almost picture wanting one, for a long time. You know?”

He couldn’t relate but he nodded anyway.

“I show you room, okay?” You pushed up and followed him. As he lead the way, he caught a note from Nazem Kadri, who nicely looked after Bobby while they were gone for the weekend. Naz’s wife is a cat person, so he loved looking after dogs when he could.

Bobby danced and weaved between both your feet but Mikko pushed into the guest room, still clean from when his parents visited to see American Thanksgiving.

“Wow,” You said, stepping in. “This is lovely.”

“Thanks,” he said, wondering absently if he was showing off. But you just seemed nicely impressed instead of taken aback. You shrugged out of your ski jacket. “The bathroom is across the hall. And- shit, you have no clothes.”

You looked down at your outfit, “Shit. You’re right.”

“One sec, I can grab some.” He stepped into his room, Bobby abandoning him for Snow. He dug into his closets and found a comfy Avalanche shirt from last year’s playoffs and some old trackies when he was a teenager that he packed like an idiot.

He came back to your room, and handed them to you in a stack. “I don’t have any ladies’ underwear, sorry.”

He wanted to warn you, but that seemed to just make you burn bright red.

“Fuck, sorry,” he continued, wishing he could rewind time five minutes. “I no know what I’m doing.”

You looked him in the eye, “You’re being absolutely kind, that’s what. I- It means so much to know I’m safe here. Thank you. I don’t- I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to pay you back.”

“You keep saying that,” he said gently. “No payment here. Just get warm and safe. We will find where you from.”

“Thank you,” You said.

“Good night, Snow.”

“Good night, Mikko.”

He closed the door and went back to his room. Bobby whined at your door for a bit, but Mikko bribed him with treats and they stayed in the master bedroom.

“We’ll see her in the morning,” Mikko reassured his dog, and got out of his clothes and into pajamas. Normally he liked to sleep naked, but you might need something in the middle of the night, and he didn’t want to frighten you.

Bobby curled up at the foot of his bed, and Mikko got himself situated. Even with his mind running a mile a minute (who are you? Will you be okay? How long will you stay?), he slowly drifted off to sleep from the effort of a big day.

Note: not sure when i’ll be able to update with part two but I’ll try to have it out soon. Thank you for reading and I hope you liked it!

#mikko rantanen imagine #colorado avalanche imagine #nhl imagine #mywriting

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hellishchrissy · 5 years ago

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rules: put your playlist on shuffle and write your favourite lyrics from the first 10 songs

thank you for tagging me @ilsuosorrisoilmiopreferito 💛

i’ll hyperlink all the songs in the titles if ur interested!

1. ”I don’t wanna end up alone, so promise me you wont let me drown.” (Wiped out! by the Neighbourhood)

2. ”Crying on my shoulder, damn we’re getting older.” (Out of love by Peter Manos)

3. ”You tell me I’m okay, you tell me I’m good. You tell me you miss me more than you should.” (Tell me by Lav)

4. ”Mä en ikinä muista miten tää tarina alkaa.” (Hei mä soitan sulle ihan kohta by Pariisin Kevät)

5. ”We’re doing well, sitting, watching the world falling down.” (Circles by Mac Miller)

6. ”Have you lost your mind? Tell me when you think we’ve crossed the line.” (Hell of a life by Kanye West)

7. ”So call out my name.” (Call out my name by The Weeknd) (i have such an emotional bond to this song and this little line especially.)

8. ”You say it’s alright, but you’re not the one who’s up at night. You’ll probably say ”we tried”.” (In my head by Peter Manos)

9. ”I think you like me out of focus, and I think I like you in the moment.” (Devil’s in the backseat by Lostboycrow)

10. ”Oon sanonu jo ennenki, oon sanonu tän kaiken vittu jo ennenki.” (v!@%#mikko by Pyhimys)

i tag @teamnick @geetalkstv and @carolineskam

#anna talks #music #playlist #tag game #personal #skam #skam italia #incantava

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ainalystipoika · 4 years ago

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Sorry for crossing the border uninvited and without any notice but can you please tell Karelia to answer my phone calls, it's urgent. Thanks.

You, you wh-wh-wh-- eh!? HUH?! Mitä vittua!!

[ he does a quick spin on his heel and barrels back inside, slamming the door shut and locking it in quick succession before lifting up the mail flap and glaring through the slot ] Vittusaatana! Why are you on my front porch?! And why would I deliver a message from you?! She probably blocked your number like I did, and good for her! Haista vittu paskiainen! Veä vittu päähäs! Now go away before I acquaint you with my other cousin, Miss Sako RK 62!

#czesarevich #✲ ic

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nipsutin91 · 6 years ago

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TMI no one asked because I’m hella bored

1. What is you middle name? - Susanna

2. How old are you? - 27 but soon turning 28

3. When is your birthday? - 24.3.1991

4. What is your zodiac sign? - Aries

5. What is your favorite color? - Don’t have one, all colors are nice

6. What’s your lucky number? - 13

7. Do you have any pets? - Officially I have a cat, but it lives with my parents now. But he is always my baby boy and I miss him badly.

8. Where are you from? - Finland

9. How tall are you? - 161 cm(about 5′3) so not that tall.

10. What shoe size are you? - 40 or 41(about 25.4/25.7 cm)

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? - Maaaany, but I only use three pairs.

12. What was your last dream about? - Can’t remember.

13. What talents do you have? - Singing, rapping(I’m not very good tho but I try). I love to try new styles in singing.

14. Are you psychic in any way? - I want to believe I am.

15. Favorite song? - Right now... Propably Stray Kids’ My Pace. I can relate to that song so much.

16. Favorite movie? - I don’t know, but propably one of the horror movies I have watched. Or Tim Burton movie, I love them.

17. Who would be your ideal partner? - Too hard question to answer. Maybe someone who is as open-minded and kind of out place kid as I am. I still feel like I don’t belong anywhere so I am all over the place.

18. Do you want children? - Not really. Maybe if someone that great comes along that I really want to start a family, sure. But for now I’m not really into the idea. I like pets more.

19. Do you want a church wedding? - Again, not a big fan of the idea.

20. Are you religious? - I believe in something, but I don’t necessary believe in God and all the things in the Bible. I have kind of made up my own beliefs.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? - Two times.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? - No. I have been a good kid.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? - Some Finnish ones and some Japanese.

24. Baths or showers? - SAUNA!

25. What color socks are you wearing? - I’m not wearing any right now.

26. Have you ever been famous? - Not that I know of.

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? - Naaahh.

28. What type of music do you like? - I can listen all kinds of music, but mostly I listen either metal and rock or kpop and jpop(or Japanese music in general). I also love instrumental music a lot.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? - When I was little.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? - Two.

31. What position do you usually sleep in? - On my back, or on my left side.

32. How big is your house? - I live in a two-room apartment.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? - Eggs, and sometimes bacon.

34. Have you ever fired a gun? - No.

35. Have you ever tried archery? - No, but I really want to!

36. Favorite clean word? - Ummm....

37. Favorite swear word? - In Finnish; voi saatana, vittu. In English; fuck, god dammit.

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? - Maybe about two days? I’m not sure.

39. Do you have any scars? - Yes, many. Who doesn’t?

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? - Then he/she was so secret that I never got to know.

41. Are you a good liar? - No. I’m very bad at it.

42. Are you a good judge of character? - I think so.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? - Yeah if I reeeeally try.

44. Do you have a strong accent? - I don’t think so.

45. What is your favorite accent? - Irish and Australian accents are so fun to listen, I like them a lot.

46. What is your personality type? - I will throw in some 16 personalities shit. According to that test my personality type is INFJ and I don’t have hard time believing that.

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? - Shoes? I don’t use a lot of money on clothes.

48. Can you curl your tongue? - Yeeeeeah.

49. Are you an innie or an outie? - I’m something in between. I don’t like to be alone at home that much and that’s why I usually visit some friends or just go somewhere by myself but I don’t like to be a long time away from home.

50. Left or right handed? - Leftieee.

51. Are you scared of spiders? - Not the little ones but the big ones are so scary.

52. Favorite food? - I don’t have one.

53. Favorite foreign food? - Sushi.

54. Are you a clean or messy person? - I think I’m pretty clean.

55. Most used phrased? - Umm..

56. Most used word? - Ummm!

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? - 10 minutes if I’m very fast.

58. Do you have much of an ego? - More now than before but I’m still pretty ego-free person. I think.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? - Suck.

60. Do you talk to yourself? - All the time!

61. Do you sing to yourself? - Of course, again, all the time.

62. Are you a good singer? - Yeah.

63. Biggest Fear? - To be left alone.

64. Are you a gossip? - No I hate that.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? - Is Black Swan dramatic?

66. Do you like long or short hair? - More on the shorter side.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? - Hell no. Can even all the Americans do that?

68. Favorite school subject? - Art, Finnish and English.

69. Extrovert or Introvert? - More on a introverted side.

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? - No.

71. What makes you nervous? - When I am center of attention.

72. Are you scared of the dark? - Sometimes, but mostly not.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? - Sometimes.

74. Are you ticklish? - Yes.

75. Have you ever started a rumor? - I don’t think so. I hope I’m not.

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? - I can’t remember.

77. Have you ever drank underage? - Actually... I think I did not drink much underage. I mean I tasted alcohol but never really drank. So I guess not.

78. Have you ever done drugs? - No.

79. Who was your first real crush? - Someone in my junior high school.

80. How many piercings do you have? - Two.

81. Can you roll your Rs?“ - Of courrrrrrse.

82. How fast can you type? - I don’t know. I would say I’m pretty fast writer.

83. How fast can you run? - Not fast.

84. What color is your hair? - Blonde.

85. What color is your eyes? - Dark greyish blue.

86. What are you allergic to? - Nothing!

87. Do you keep a journal? - I write once in a while.

88. What do your parents do? - They are both retired. They use to have a farm.

89. Do you like your age? - I actually hope I could be a bit younger. There is a lot of pressure about several things right now.

90. What makes you angry? - Insensitive people.

91. Do you like your own name? - I have grown used to it, I still like my middle name more.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? - Nooooooooo.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? - Both are fine, I don’t have preference.

94. What are you strengths? - I get along with most people, I’m pretty positive and smile a alot.

95. What are your weaknesses? - Too soft and also insecure.

96. How did you get your name? - I don’t remember even though I have asked that before. Maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal.

97. Were your ancestors royalty? - That would be cool! But I don’t think so.

98. Do you have any scars? - Eyyyyy are you playing with me? I have many scars as I said already.

99. Color of your bedspread? - Grey

100. Color of your room? - Depends on which room. My bedroom has a wallpaper which is very pretty but it’s kind of light. So nothing crazy there.

#tmi #no one asked for this #but did it anyway #I also don't find the original post #so greeeaat

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unleashthemidnight · 7 years ago

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29,26,24,16,10,8,7

Hi and thank you honey

7. Three words from your native language that you like the most?

*immediately forgots that finnish is a language and doesn’t know any words* Help me…

Um, that’s a good question. It’s hard to choose only three words so you are getting more than that (and I’m missing so many other words that I like). I will put them in alphabetical order. ^^

havina - sough, swish (the light sound of the trees’ leaves)hiljainen - silent, quietihme - wonder, miraclekaipaus - longing, yearninglumous - enchantment solina - babble (? the sound of water gently flowing, in the small stream)sumu - mist, fogsyys - autumn, fall (in finnish it’s “syksy” but syys is poetic way)sävel - melody, tunetaival - passage, journeytähtipöly - star dustuni - sleep, dreamusva - mist, fog (yes, again)vadelma - raspberryvaellus - wandering, hiking

There might be somekind of theme there if you really look into it. XD It’s actually really hard to thing just the words and not the things what they mean.

8. Do you get confused with other nationalities? If so, which ones and by whom?

I don’t think people have ever confused me with any other nationality...

There has been times when I have been walking and carrying the shopping bags with my mom and in different times older woman have stopped us and asked from my mom directions in russian. The thing is, my mother has learned it, worked in Russia (or was it Soviet Union back then...) and still remembers some words but my mom is also finnish. I don’t know did my mom looked like she could be russian or just some other reason. We have family from Karelia when it was still Finland’s area (nowadays it’s under Russia), so maybe there had been some feature that made them ask things in russian.

In internet it’s just obvious that Finland isn’t the first thing people think when they meet someone and english is the common language... But no one hasn’t told me that they have thought that I was from certain place or other country, more like “oh, wouldn’t have guessed” or “didn’t know”.

It would be fun to know if anyone has ever thought that I was from US or somewhere else!

10. Most enjoyable swear word in your native language?

I’m just listing all the swear words in my head right now. XD One of the beauty of finnish language is that we can just mix and use whatever cases with any word we want so our swears can actually end up really poetic.

“Perkele” is the famous one that you can see also in memes so that’s given.I use the following too: “helvetti” (hell) and “vittu” (usually translated “fuck” and used like it buuut it also means vagina but def not medical term), “saatana” (satan), “helvetin kuustoista“ (hell’s sixteen, there might be different versions of where this came from).

It really depends of the context; did Finland win or lose something, did I drop something, did I hurt myself. It really depends of the reason what words give you the power and which words are at the moment easy to yell and release the pain if you hurt yourself.

16. Which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with?

If you guys have any stereotypes about Finland and finnish people, please tell me!

The coldness / “It must be so cold there”

So it seems that people don’t know that we actually have all the four seasons with the usual stuff, the things you can see from nature. We have summers, our summers have no snow, it’s warm, there’s sun. Also it seems that people have not hear about dressing properly, according to weather. We have thick walls and it’s necessary to have the double windows.

Our houses are made for last our winters. Why wouldn’t they?

Sure, it’s cold but we know how to live with it.

Finnish schools don’t have homework

I would have been saved from so much anxiety and sleepless night if this was true. Like wtf. I don’t know where this has came from but it one of the things always listed when people are talking how good finnish education is. No, it’s lies, we have homework. And exams.

Finland has no history, no significant events or wars + “Finland has always had good relationship with Russia” + “It’s so easy for you now, so it must always been that way”

READ A FUCKING BOOK

The personal space

Well we don’t necessary hug when we meet someone for first time or kiss the cheek. Handshakes are good, tells a lot of the person. But we hug our family and friends.

Finnish doesn’t have equal to “I love you”

Minä rakastan sinua but definitely not if you say this to anyone.

There’s other ways to show your friends and fellow people that you love and care about them other than saying it and we know that but for others it might be new thing that we don’t say it so much as in some other cultures.

Silent people / No small talk

We talk and we can be very talkative but yes, there’s no “small talk culture”. It’s okay to be silent, you don’t need to speak or listen someone else speaking all the time. It’s phenomenon called “comfortable silence”.

Finnish is one of the most hardest language in the world

It really depends of yourself and your own motivation to learn. I’ll direct you here where I have talked about learning finnish, listed some good reasons to learn and overall learning another language.

PERKELE

Congrats, you know a finnish swear word. Have a cookie.(Okay, this is the first swear words finnish people will teach you and it’s just little bit wtf + laughing when you mention that you are from Finland and the first answer back is Perkele XD)

Metal music

There’s a lot of metal bands but every person still have their own taste of music.

Sisu

Finnish DNA. Our mental additude. Lifestyle. If you say finnish people have something called sisu, you are good.

Living with polar bears

Just no

Blond hair, blue eyes

Well take away my finnish card, I don’t have either. Yes, there’s blond people with blue eyes but also blond people with different color eyes and not all blue eyed people have blond hair etc. And we even have brunettes.

All people come in different colors, sizes and shapes, Finland and finnish people aren’t different.

24. What other nation is joked about most often in your country?

Sweden. Sweden is the target in the Nordic Countries’ jokes. There’s the brotherly love-hate relationship.

26. Does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal?

Are we talking about when famous finnish people are in late shows or when someone is potraying finnish people, playing as one?

I can remember that there was a movie where the person had put “can speak finnish” in their CV and there was corporate party and the boss introduced to abroad partner who was a finn and spoke finnish to this character who def couldn’t speak finnish. And the actor (potraying the finnish) was actually finnish, atleast the pronounciation and acting was like it? Side character, never seen again.

And on NCIS the plain crashed in Russia and they were rescued by DiNozzo and the finnish military who came across the border without permission (surprise when knowing the situation) and DiNozzo just said that the finnish just want to go home. Nothing about the “without permission” or “this is very wrong”, just that they came, helped and now let’s go home, thanks. I don’t remember exactly what was said about the finnish people but along those lines. I remember laughing so much with my mom. “A little bit over the border and quickly back, it’s all good, no worries”. XD

Also there has been lots of finnish things (Marimekko, Nokia etc) on American media but they never bring the finnish backgroung because it would be just out of the plot. XD

It would be nice if people would tell me when things like these when they are showed in media, I want to know! I want to know how we are potrayed.

29. Does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?

Not excatly, atleast I don’t know... Hmm.. We are called as Finland’s Chicago because of past crime rates and sometimes it feels like some people are too much stuck in that (plus we don’t have the highest crime rates anymore!) or how in our dialect we say “Lahest” when others would say “Lahdesta” (grammatically correct). But it’s not beef, it’s just something that people from Lahti hear alot.

There was talking from the goverment about connecting/join the municipalities together and everyone was more like “no thanks, we are too different and the naming would be too hard” with that and we expressed the idea of Lahti and Hollola being together by “shipname” LaHo. Laho means rotten.

But beef with another place, no.

Thank you for asking these things! n__n

Hi, I’m not from US ask set!

#ask #serendiptious-esparza #finland #finnish #lets see if there will be other people giving me some stereotypes or knowing better how finnish people are potrayed in american media

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