#roope hintz x reader

[laurenairay]

Pumpkin patch - R. Hintz

Summary: Much to your surprise (but also not at all), Roope has strong opinions about choosing pumpkins.

The fifth of my Autumn & Halloween blurbs! Just imaging Roope trekking around a pumpkin patch was enough for me.

Word Count: 830 words

Tagging: @starshine-hockey-girl @lam-ila @kurlyteuvo @tonyspep @cixrosie

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“We’re here!”

Pitchfork Pumpkin Patch, as recommended by several of the guys on Roope’s team. Very impulsively, your boyfriend had decided that his Saturday rest day would include the two of you getting up early to head over to pick pumpkins ahead of Halloween. It was all you could do to go along with his laser-focused enthusiasm, not questioning him when he was in this kind of mood, knowing through experience that Roope only acted like this when he was passionate about something.

What had triggered him to be so passionate about picking pumpkins was beyond you, but you were happy if he was happy. You were sure his motivations would become clear at some point at least.

“You’re chirpy this morning,” you mused.

Roope just rolled his eyes, although a smile was creeping at the corner of his lips. “I like Halloween. It’s fun.”

Well you couldn’t argue with that.

“We can get snacks and drinks here, right?”

“Yeah, I think they have stands. Pumpkins first though?”

You grinned at the hope in his voice. What was going on?

“Yeah baby, pumpkins first.”

The two of you walked across the parking lot to the entrance of the farm. You were just glad that being some of the first customers of the day meant it wasn’t heaving with people yet. You could only imagine how busy a place like this could get, especially so close to Halloween.

“Kulta.”

“Yes Roope?”

“My shoes are getting muddy,” he grumbled.

“It’s an outdoor pumpkin patch, Roope, what did you expect?” you teased.

“Not this level of ruin,” he muttered.

“We can come back another day y’know,” you mused.

But Roope just shook his head. “No let’s do this, all the good ones will be gone otherwise,” he sighed.

Trust your drama queen to have a plan worth ruining his boots for.

“If you’re sure,” you grinned.

Roope stuck his tongue out at you, clearly recognising the lingering teasing in your voice, making you laugh even as you linked your fingers with him, swinging your joined hands until a small smile graced his face.

You let Roope take the lead as he navigated the two of you through the field, smiling to yourself at his critical eye swept over the rows in front of you.

“How about these?” you said, pointing to a cluster of medium simple orange pumpkins.

“No. No this is a bad one. See? It’s already squishy on the side, it won’t take any time at all to go mouldy,” Roope said, shaking his head.

“Okay, wow Roope,” you laughed, hands raised in mock surrender.

But your boyfriend just nodded, hands almost artfully placed on his hips as he surveyed the patch in front of you.

“We need at least six pumpkins. All different sizes, although two will need to be similar sizes for each of us to carve. Preferably we can get a couple of white ones too for balance. But only if they’re smooth – I don’t want bumpy ugly ones. I’d be happier with ten pumpkins but I’ll take what we can get,” Roope said firmly.

Oh he was serious wasn’t he?

“Do you have some kind of artistic vision or something baby?” you teased.

You weren’t sure what was showing on your face, but Roope’s focused gaze softened when he turned to look at you properly.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m acting weird,” he said, a bit sheepish.

“Maybe, but I figure you have a reason?” you said, trying to prompt him.

Interestingly, he blushed a little, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Miro and Esa are both doing a pumpkin competition kind of thing. An arrangement on their front porches, I guess? Carved pumpkins but also an arty display? They said I could…we could do one as well, but I don’t want it to be dumb because I was added in last minute. I want it to be perfect,” Roope sighed.

Oh bless his heart. Leave it to the Finnish mafia to come up with something like this. And of course he was overthinking things – that was just who he was, your sweet sassy perfectionist.

“By the amount of effort you’ve already put in to thinking about this, it’s going to be amazing, baby,” you said reassuringly.

“I’m sorry, I know I can be a bit much,” he said, self-deprecating smile making your heart ache.

“Not in the slightest. This is important to you, so let’s make it fun, instead of stressful, okay? Whatever you want, we’ll get it and we’ll plan out a really artistic layout for our front porch.”

Roope looked a little stunned for a second, before he quickly pulled you into a tight hug. “I love you, so much.”

You couldn’t help but grin, pressing your face into his chest briefly before stepping back to look up at him.

“I love you too. Let’s do this, and kick Heiskanen and Lindell butt,” you said, smiling.

“That’s the spirit,” Roope said, smile turning sharp.

[ilyasorokinn]

hello my darling, congratulations on 2.5k you deserve it all and more!! 💘💘

could I request “You can’t just act like nothings wrong when it is!” with Roope Hintz!! 🫶🏼

CHEATER, CHEATER, PUMPKIN EATER

thank you bestie! love you <3

21. "you can't just act like nothing's wrong when it is." (from this prompt list, angst)

tw: cheating

for a while, you had an inkling that something was wrong but you didn't want to believe it, so you just pushed it to the back of your mind.

but you can only ignore something for so long.

in the beginning, your boyfriend, cole, was a good boyfriend. he would send you random things at work or bring you presents after work. but somewhere in between the 6-12 month period, something went wrong.

the first red flag was when he would come home at all hours of the night, smelling only slightly of another woman's perfume. it was so faint you almost couldn't smell it, but it was there.

the second red flag was him forgetting date nights, again, using the work excuse. more often than not, you would find yourself sitting alone at a fancy restaurant, waiting for cole to show up, only to look like a fool when he would text you from home, asking where you were.

and the last red flag, which could also be classified as a red billboard, was when he called you another woman's name. you were in the kitchen and he was in the living room.

"hey, cas, could you get me a beer from the fridge?" you froze. you knew, right then and there, he was cheating.

you don't remember leaving the apartment, but somehow you ended up at roope's apartment. it was almost like you were on autopilot.

"so, what'd wrong? why're you acting like this?"

"i think cole's cheating on me," you said.

"you think?"

"i know." you corrected yourself.

"how do you know?"

"he came home a few weeks ago and he smelled like perfume but it wasn't mine. it was one of those really expensive ones. then he stood me up on date night. he wasn't at work, i called his secretary, and he wasn't at home. and tonight, he called me cas."

roope looked upset for you. more upset than you somehow, "how are you so calm? why aren't you like screaming? throwing a fit?"

"i don't know." you shrugged, "do you have cheese? cheese sounds nice." you stood up off his couch and headed for his kitchen.

"y/n, you can't just act like nothing's wrong when there is!" he stated.

"oh, i'm sorry. is there a proper way to react when you find out you've been cheated on? i must've missed that part in school." you glared.

"i didn't say that. i'm just saying he's a cheater, y/n. he's gross."

"i know that, but i don't know what to do." your eyes finally filled with the tears you were so scared to cry.

"here's what we're gonna do. we're gonna go back to your apartment, and we're gonna gather all the stuff you left there, then we're gonna come back here and we're gonna just binge. whatever you want." you smiled.

"you sure you don't mind? i'm kind of crazy."

"well, we all are."

taylor's 2.5k celly!

[diorsluv]

die for you , part 1

“ swear i couldn’t sleep a wink last night ”

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next chapter notes ) your bitch is back with a trevor au and this time it’s gonna be irl + smau because i was fucking STRUGGLING with feather.. and also i’m thinking of the nickname being lacey because i think it’s just so cute and also i got a whole backstory and all… 😈 but regarding ilia malinin and all of my favorite dallas stars.. yall might have to know some stars and figure skating lore for this one but i don’t really think it’s gonna affect the plot of the story or the story itself (you just might not know who anyone is 😭😭) as always if you wanna be tagged, just comment or dm me!!

[littlemortals]

The request:

the idea was enemies to lovers with either rope or miro. the reader is friends with the nashville predators and dallas trades one of nashville and reader is angry about it and basically hates dallas and just meets one of them and it's slowburn enemies to lovers? would that work?

AN: I am not super familiar with Nashville's players so sorry for that! Also I am not sure if this is what you wanted but I hope you like it!! English is not my first language so keep that in mind!<3 Also didn't read this through cause i got lazy, oops

Word count: little over 2k

"What do you mean you're getting traded? Where?" You were shocked to say at least, you weren't expecting to hear that one of your best friends was getting traded to another state.

"As I said, I am getting traded to Dallas Stars for Miro Heiskanen." Jeremy said. "That is so not fair! You are supposed to be here!" You angrily said. "Who am I going to annoy now if you're leaving for Dallas?" You huffed. "Hey! You still have us or don't you want to be our friend anymore?" Alexandre asked. You rolled your eyes at him. It wasn't a secret to anyone that you were really close with Jeremy so obviously you were upset about the fact that he was leaving. "Miro is a good guy, you're gonna love him." Juuse said. It made you laugh a little. "Obviously you're gonna say that, he is a Finn too." Juuse just smiled and shrugged his shoulders at you. "When are you going to leave?" "On Wednesday." Jeremy looked at you sadly. "But that's tomorrow! Wait. Is this why Juuse asked us to come here? This is your goodbye party, isn't it? Jeremy, how could you not tell me you were leaving!?" You shrieked. Jeremy came over to you and wrapped you in a hug. "I promise if I was allowed to tell you I would've, but you know how it is with contracts and stuff." You wrapped your arms tighter around him. "So when is this Miro coming here? Tomorrow?" Everyone just nodded at you. You let out an overdramatic sigh as you savoured the hug. The next day You were at the welcome party that Nashville was throwing for Miro. "You know, I don't want to be here." You said to Juuse. He just laughed at you and wrapped his arm around you. "I swear on every god out there that he is a nice person and you are going to like him, just give him a chance okay? It isn't his fault that Jeremy had to change teams, he probably doesn't want to be here either." Now that you thought about it he was probably right. Still, you were feeling upset, Dallas did steal your best friend away from you. So you got up and went to get yourself a drink and decided to be nice to Miro. Just as you were getting back to your seat with your drink the party erupted in cheers as Miro walked in. You smiled and gave a small applause for his arrival and sat down.

You had just a little bit too much to drink during the party and weren’t thinking straight. It was all a blur to you, you had no idea how or why you were upstairs. All you remember is that he was there and suddenly you were kissing him. You hadn’t said a word to Miro and there you were, his hands on your body, your lips on his, your legs tangled around his waist as he was walking towards the bathroom. He put you on the sink and you started to open his pants and he was lifting your dress over your hips. Yet still, the two of you hadn’t exchanged a word, not even hi, but just maybe you didn’t need to do that right now…

Your little session in Juuse’s bathroom was coming to an end, you got down from the sink and lowered your dress back to its place. Before you could lift your head up, you heard the bathroom door open and close. Suddenly you were left alone and confused. Did he seriously just fucked you without saying anything and just leave? Not even like bye or that was good? You were starting to get mad, how dare he do that to you? Before you get really mad you heard Juuse’s voice outside the bathroom asking you if you were okay since it has been a while since he saw you.

“Yeah yeah, I’m good, just a bit too drunk.” You laughed as you came out of the bathroom. He put his arm around you and started leading you back downstairs. For the rest of the night, you didn't see Miro, not even a glimpse of him.

You didn’t see any of the Predators until Sunday when they had a game. As you were getting ready for your job as the social media manager for the Predators you were thinking about what you were going to do about Miro, were you just going act like it didn’t happen or have an awkward talk about it? You knew that you had to see him since he just came to the team and you needed to make a post about him and his arrival.

You arrived at the arena and started walking towards the locker room where you knew the boys, including Miro, were at the moment. Last night you had prepared some questions that you could ask Miro and make a small video for the fans. Thoughts about possible outcomes of seeing Miro had clouded your mind and you didn’t even notice that you were already standing in front of the locker room and you heard the boys making noises. Taking a deep breath before you opened the door and were greeted by the buzzing atmosphere of the locker room.

“Y/n!” You heard … yell, it made you smile. You just couldn’t believe you get to work with the amazing team and it actually made you enjoy your job.

“Hi, guys! How is everyone? Doing good, ready for tonight's game?” I asked them and got some answers saying everything is great. I looked around but I didn’t see Miro anywhere,

“Does anyone know where Miro is? I need to ask him some questions about what his expectations are for his first games with you guys.” As I finished my question he walked through the door with the equipment manager.

Since you didn’t introduce ourselves last night you decided to start our conversation by telling your name and what you do. Funny to think how this guy was inside of you and probably doesn’t even know your name.

“Hi, my name is y/n l/n and I am the social media manager for Nashville Predators. I promise this won’t take long but I need you to answer some questions for a video.” You happily told him about your plan. He just nodded his head at you, not even a hi. You turned your gaze to Juuse who was standing close to the two of you and gave him a puzzled look. He looked confused why Miro didn’t even say hi to you but thought that he might just be nervous about tonight's game or something.

Miro started walking towards his space and you just followed him, he sat down and you set up the camera and got the questions ready for him. After you were done you explained to him that you were going to ask more questions after the game, and to that he just nodded again. Still not a word from him to you. Did he not know how to talk or something? You seriously started to think that, but it also bothered you how intimate you two were a couple of days and now he just acts like you don’t exist. So you decided to ask him about it, quietly because you didn’t want the team to know what happened between the two of you.

“So are you just not going to talk about what we did the other night or are you just going to keep pretending that we didn’t do anything and I don’t exist?” He looked up at you and said nothing. Nothing. You were getting mad, like seriously not even one word?

“Are you serious? What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Can you not speak or what is it?” You whispered to him.

“I need to get ready for the game.” Oh, you were so mad at him, how can he just act like that? So you turned around and walked away, before you left the locker room you gave a look to Juuse who just shrugged his shoulders.

The game ended with Nashville winning and you were moving back to the locker room to ask more questions from Miro. You set the camera ready and asked the questions from Miro. After you were done you decided to try and talk to him again.

“Can I talk to you, privately?” You asked with determination in your voice. He looked at you a little weirdly and reluctantly agreed. The two of you went outside of the locker room where you could have some privacy. “Why aren’t you speaking to me? For the love of gods, we don’t have to talk about what happened the other night but you can at least talk to me.” You said angrily.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” he said bluntly. You were shocked, what the actual fuck.

“What do you mean? We literally work together. You have to talk to me. And why wouldn’t you want to talk to me? I haven’t done anything to you!” You said a little loudly.

“I just don’t. I have to go.” HE said and left. You were shocked, if he wanted to act like that, then surely you wouldn’t talk to him either. On the positive side at least you could now say that Juuse was wrong, which for the record did not happen often.

That went on for a while, you did your work but didn’t say a word to him and he didn’t say a word to you. Juuse had tried to ask Miro why he was acting so cold towards you since you hadn’t done anything to him but he got nothing. Then came yet another party that you were invited to, of course, Miro was there too.

You had avoided him the entire evening, not in the mood to deal with him at the moment. You just wanted to let loose for a while. Life had been kicking your ass, work was stressful and you were losing your passion towards it, you wanted something more. You had gone on a few dates, and most of them were okay, just boring. Unlike those dates your last date was awful. He was really creepy and disgusting and ever since that date, you had felt like someone was following you. Maybe you were just being paranoid because the date was so weird, that’s what you made yourself believe. Still, you just couldn’t shake off that feeling that someone was watching you.

So tonight you decided to take a break from everything and just relax and have some fun. that is exactly what you did, you got yourself some drinks, danced and laughed with your friends. Walking towards the kitchen you got the feeling again, it felt like someone’s eyes were on you and you were being followed. Deciding that it was just the alcohol's effect you decided to grab a glass of water and clear your head a bit.

You drank the water and decided to go look for Juuse. As you turned around you were met with your last date, Brandon. Feeling like your stomach had just dropped you tried to get past him without acknowledging him. It didn’t work, when you were next to him he grabbed your arm and turned you to face him.

“So you think you can just ignore me?” He asked lowly. You thought for a moment before you answered. “Considering how our date went, yeah I think I can do that.” He chuckled at you and tightened his grip on your arm. It felt uncomfortable and you tried to move your arm away from him but that just made him squeeze your arm painfully.

“Let me go.”

“Not before you come outside and talk with me.” He said to you bitterly. You gave him an angry look and kicked him on his groin. He let go of your arm but quickly stood up and punched you in your face. His punch was strong and you fell to the ground. You quickly stood up and held your nose which was now bleeding. He gave you a furious look and tried to hit you again but you dodged it.

“You bitch, I’m gonna teach you how to be respectful.” He spat at you. Before he could try to hurt you again Miro walked into the kitchen. He looked at your bloody face and then he looked at your old date. He rushed between the two of you and pushed you behind him.

“What the fuck did you do to her?” He yelled at the man, Miro was enraged. You looked at his back and noticed how he still had one hand on your arm. You honestly weren’t expecting that reaction out of him.

“Hey man, this has nothing to do so why don’t you just leave and let me finish my business with her.” Brandon said to him. Miro’s body visibly tensed. Before Brandon could even react Miro had punched him in the face. You were pretty sure you heard a crack and taking into consideration the amount of blood that was coming out of his nose, you were pretty sure Miro broke his nose. While Brandon was holding his nose Miro gently moved you out of the kitchen to the closest bathroom.

“Thank you.” you whispered as you sat down on the toilet. Miro came in front of you with some paper and put it against your nose.

“You don’t have to thank me for that.” he calmly said to you. If you were being completely honest to yourself you weren’t expecting him to actually answer you. He kept cleaning the blood off your face and you just looked at him.

“Why would you do that for me?” You questioned. He looked at you and just shook his head at the question.

“He hurt you.” He said with a hint of affection in his voice.

“Yeah, but you aren’t responsible for me. You didn’t have to do that.” You said. “Of course, I had to do that, I can’t just let him hurt you.” He said with a hint of irritation in his voice.

“Why? You don’t like me. You fucked me in a bathroom one time and act like I don’t fucking exist! You don’t talk to me, you don’t look at me and I have been nothing but nice to you this entire time! Yeah, I get it our one nightstand was a mistake but gods you don’t have to be a dick!” You angrily yelled at him.

“Because that bathroom sex made me feel something and I don’t know what it is. I act like that because every time I look at you, you take my breath away. Your whole existence reminds me of spring and sunlight. The way you smile makes me so unbelievably happy that it doesn’t feel real. I know I have been horrible to you, I know that. I just don’t know how to deal with my emotions. You don’t deserve that at all. So I thought that ignoring you would make them go away but you and your stupid kindness trapped me. That one nightstand sparked something in me and I got scared but I promise you that I don't think of it as a mistake. He confessed to you.

Your nose had stopped bleeding and now you were just staring at him. His confession caught you off guard.

“Please, I know I don't deserve it all, I know that. But please I am on my knees begging you to give me a chance to prove myself to you and make up for the way I treated you in the past. Please.” he begged you. You on the other hand were completely speechless. Maybe you could give him a chance.

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting that at all.” You breathed out.

“Okay, I’ll give you chance but don’t fuck it up okay.”

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and you nodded.

Thank you for reading my loves<3

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Blue Salvia [JT Compher x reader] Candytuft [Tyson Jost x OC Madeleine Murphy] (part of the “call my bluff, call you babe” universe) Daffodil [Mat Barzal x OC Delaney Pierce] (part of “the pull of you” universe) Edelweiss [Matt Martin x reader] (part of the “we’re a bad idea” universe) Gardenia [Andrei Svechnikov x reader] (part of the ”king of my heart” alternate universe) Gardenia [Colton Parayko x OC Elizabeth Astor] (part of the “would it be enough?” universe) Holly [Tyson Jost x reader] Myrtle [Casey Cizikas x reader] Myrtle [Tyler Seguin x reader] Oak [Brock Boeser x reader] Oak [Ryan Graves x reader]

“Showstopper” Sugar Cookies (moodboards)

“at least we were electrified” with Matt Martin (part of the “we’re a bad idea” universe) Carnival Date with Andrei Svechnikov “Knights of Silver & Gold” with Marc-Andre Fleury Lake Shenanigans with Tyson Jost Renaissance Faire with Brock Boeser Vacation with Mat Barzal

“Wild and Wacky” Vintage Chocolate Cake (headcanons)

Getting Lost on a Long Drive with Tyson Jost Going to a Sauna with Mikko Rantanen Moving Into a New Home with Roope Hintz

“Sweet Like Honey” Buttermilk Honey Bread (playlists)

Forbidden Royal Romance with Andrei Svechnikov (part of the ���king of my heart” universe)Meeting in a Bookshop with Sidney Crosby Unrequited Love with Erik Johnson

“The Apple of My Eye” Caramel Rose Apple Pie (fic recs)

Jake Oettinger Mikko Rantanen Sidney Crosby Tyson Jost

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Top 5 NHL Players Top 5 Places I’ve Seen Top 5 Tropes to Read Top 5 Tropes to Write Top 5 Underrated Active NHL Players Top 5 Vacation Spots

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[typical-simplelove]

Roope Hintz. Prompt 45 " I bought this for you." Because let's face it. Roope has got one of the greatest style in hockey and who wouldn't want him to take us clothes shopping? P. S. I hope that you having a lovely week.

45. "I bought this for you. It's in your favorite color" with Roope Hintz

Claudia's Debut Season of Heartfirst Writing

He was sneaky. He was very sneaky, this man. Roope knew exactly what he was doing when he showed you the shirt. You often made fun of his clothing choices, so Roope put an effort into picking out crazy, wacky clothes just to elicit a reaction out of you.

"It's a Hawaiian shirt," Roope tells you when he notices the shocked look on your face.

"I can see that," you point out.

Most of the time, Hawaiian shirts are nice and aren't a sore sight for the eyes, but this one was hideous.

"I bought this for you," Roope continues. "It's in your favorite color."

You eye the shirt once again. "Huh."

"What?"

"That's something my weird uncle would wear to go fishing on Memorial Day weekend."

Roope throws his head back laughing. "Seriously?"

"Babe, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but the shirt is atrocious. I don't even want to know where you bought the shirt."

"A store," he mumbles, shaking his head. "It's fine. I'll just put it away and wear it some other time."

. . .

It was date night. You and Roope were planning on going to a "Movie Night Under the Stars" in a local park. You were wearing a nice top and jeans and paired it with a cardigan. Roope told you to get ready before he did. He quote, unquote wanted to surprise you with his outfit. You chuckled when he told you but did as he said.

When Roope walked out of his bedroom, he made you laugh out loud.

"Really?" you snort.

"You didn't want to wear it, so I'm going to wear it," Roope explains. "And, I don't plan on wearing a jacket, so everyone's going to see it."

Roope was wearing that hideous Hawaiian shirt, and he was going to rub in how much you disliked it.

"Is that so?" you question, a playful smile on your face.

"Yes, it is so."

"Well then don't complain if you get cold because I'm not going to give you my cardigan," you warn.

"Don't worry," Roope reassures. "As long as everyone sees my atrocious shirt, I'm good."

[twinklelilstarkey]

Hi. Au Dad with Roope Hintz? I don't think that I've ever read any of those. I hope that you are enjoying the holidays. Merry Christmas from America.

A/N.: OH ABSOLUTELY!! We do need Dad!Roope. I hope you're enjoying your holidays as well, my love, Merry Christmas ❤️

First time on ice - Dad!Roope Hintz

Words: 2.4k+

Type: Fluff

Summary: Roope's little boy goes ice skating for the first time.

Warnings: Dad!Roope. Mentions of pregnancy without marriage (Y/N and Roope are still just dating).

Y/S/N = Your son's name

Today's a big day. Roope has been dying for this day to come ever since his little boy was born. He can feel his body vibrating with excitement ever since he got up from bed this morning, so much that he wouldn't be surprised if he actually exploded.

Like any other holiday season, the Dallas Stars are having a family skating day. They're quite fun when you have someone to be there with you. Usually, players bring their parents, siblings, and kids, and when those can't be there, they take their girlfriends or even their friends.

Roope's family skating days never consisted of a lot. He started to bring you with him after you had begun dating since his parents are all the way back in Europe and unable to visit just yet. And that's pretty much it. You were there for all of his family skating days ever since the start and he would not have it any other way. You would skate around him, and with him and you two would have your fun every year.

After the solid (almost) 4 years of dating, aka, almost two years ago, you had a kid. A baby boy.

This baby boy has been the highlight of Roope's days ever since he was born. Roope's schedule doesn't exactly let him constantly be there for both you and him, but he does his best to help you out when he's home and make the best of the time that he has.

Now, the baby is already a toddler as he's practically reaching his 2-year-old birthday and he now walks, runs, jumps, breaks things, and babbles in both English and Finnish. Overall, he's one very hyper little human that owns the entirety of his dad's and mom's heart.

Last year, when family skate day happened. Roope was hoping to get Y/S/N in skates, and so were you. He was practically making a countdown on his head of that day, coming closer and closer, and it was making him the happiest person on earth.

But Y/S/N got a cold that week.

Not one too bad, but it did make him cranky. He did end up going to the family skating anyways, but he refused (with his whiny sounds) to put on the baby skates and, especially, get close to the ice. He had spent the whole time under his thick jacket, wool beanie and scarf, and with his little gloves - all of it to not let him get worse from his cold - and in Roope's arms, of course, constantly leaning on closer to him and snuggling in, and very much away from the cold, cold ground.

Roope didn't get too upset. Of course, he did want to see his kid have little skates on and try to move with his help, but, at the same time, he would never force his kid to do something, especially when he's already sick and in that bad of a mood.

And many people, when hearing him talk about this, do ask him 'why don't you just take him to the rink on a normal day?', but he never has a clear answer for them. It's just that he had planned this whole day in his head for more than a year. Gosh, he has been envisioning this day with all his teammates ever since he held the baby in his arms for the first time. He just wants to replicate what his imagination had created in every aspect.

That is exactly why a month before today, Roope has been focused on his son like crazy. Wrapping in all the blankets like a burrito whenever you would open a window or step out to the balcony - worried that any cold wind could make him fall sick again. Running after him when he goes off in the park with the other kids so he doesn't get hurt in the slightest of ways. Not trying new food so that he doesn't get an upset tummy.

Roope had this in the bag.

To no one's surprise, when today came, Y/S/N was more than okay to go skating. Roope doesn't think he ever had this big of a smile on his face in his life.

This morning started off as chaotic as possible as Roope spent the whole morning cuddling with his son instead of getting anything ready for the day, but, you stepped up to help. Making everyone get out of the house with time to spare (and even get good outfits for all the pictures).

After the drive over to the stadium, funnily enough, Roope doesn't let you be the one to get Y/S/N from his seat. Again, everything needs to go according to his plan, so, of course, you let him.

Roope carries him through the parking lot while holding your hand at the same time and continues on with his conversation about a particular toy truck with his toddler.

Right as you enter, many of the teammates and their families come by to say and wave their short 'hi' to the two of you, and, of course, the little guy - who still needs to get used to meeting new people, as he uses Roope's neck as a refuge whenever someone walks on closer.

All sorts of things like, "How have you been?", "You look great", "Today's your boy's big day, isn't it?" and "Oh my gosh, I'm so excited for you!" are most of the things that went on and on during your conversations. And all the mentions of today's special moment make Roope's smile even wider every time.

But, as always, the guys do need to have their morning training before the whole families come into the ice, so your conversations were cut short when someone announced the time to the group.

"I'll see you in a bit?" You ask your boyfriend.

Roope looks away from your toddler to you and with his little grin, he nods. Slowly, he does pass down Y/S/N to your arms and lays a kiss over his head and another on the side of yours.

"Have fun." You tell him before he steps away.

(...)

Roope goes off to do his job, but, while working, his mind just kept on reminding him what will be happening in just a few minutes.

When already at the ice, his heart also didn't behave like normal. Pumping quicker than ever before, especially when he would look over at the glass and see you with Y/S/N in your arms, pointing at him. All the cute smiles his toddler gave him when he passed by him and the giggles he let out when he tapped the glass with his stick, throwing his little head back to your shoulder.

His heart melted into a puddle every time.

As soon as the final blow on Bowness's whistle sounds through the entirety of the rink, Roope just feels like he's going to explode. It's all going to start now.

You let many of the families go in first since you didn't want to be with a shy toddler in the middle of all the commotion. And only after it clears out a bit, someone from the staff passes you the right size of skates for Y/S/N. As you look up, you notice Roope coming into the benches at the same time you do.

"Hi." He tells you with his big cheeky smile, excitement more than readable in his face.

"Hi." You tell him back.

He takes off his gloves and passes down his helmet and stick to someone from the staff team. You sit down on the bench beside many other moms doing the same thing you'll be doing and sit Y/S/N over your legs. Roope squats down in front of you and begins to help you with putting on the skates on the fidgety toddler. Starting with taking off his little shoes.

Roope still has to go to the locker room to get his gear off like his teammates are currently doing, but he would not forgive himself if he missed fixing up his little boy's tiny skates.

You watch as your boyfriend just smiles and answers every babble of some words in Finnish, sometimes even laughing with what your baby keeps on telling him. Roope's curly blonde hair sitting at the top of his head, not too squished from his helmet, and his smile just as big as ever. Practically making you fall in love with him all over again.

After tightening the laces, Roope runs to the locker-room (which almost made him fall as he tripped on a cable), and right as he walks through the doorway, he's already stripping out of his gear - keeping on some of it like everyone else, but enough to make him more comfortable throughout the whole skating.

He runs back - this time, careful enough to not trip - to find you in the exact same place, talking to one of the wives, and already with your skates on.

Right as his baby's eyes land on him, his little arms stretch towards him. Roope, when close enough, picks him up and lays a hand at the small of your back, casually ending your conversation to pull you with him to the gate that leads to the ice.

You're the one to step foot in first, turning back to see Roope holding onto Y/S/N close to his chest while stepping in as well. You two skate to a more empty area to not ruin any kid's race or something along those lines, and Roope begins to lower his toddler to the ground.

"Ready?" He asks the toddler.

He nods while biting his lower lip, almost as if a bit lost in thought.

Y/S/N's feet touch the iced floor and he looks down at it, finding it a bit strange to step on it with the blades. Roope holds onto his little hands and forearms as he hunches over him, and begins to use his own feet to make the two of them move just a few inches.

You stare at the two of them, heart melting and eyes practically already watering at the cute sight.

Roope's smile is ginormous and his tone is constantly soft to his kid, all while he tells him how to kick out his little feet to be able to skate 'just like dad'.

After only a few minutes, Y/S/N begins to get the hang of it, kicking out his tiny feet while being held onto by his dad. He looks up at you and Roope for reassurance a few times, and that makes you two love the moment a little more every time.

As Roope tells him littles "you're doing it!" or "good job", the overall happy feeling was more and more readable in Y/S/N's face. Especially when he would just let out similar sentences to himself.

"'m doin' it!" He says, louder than Roope, in his cute little voice.

You skate beside them the whole time, watching them carefully while giving a few of your own vocal encouragements as well. But also being the one that notices all the looks everyone's giving you three. The bright smiles, especially by Roope's teammates, as they know how much this day means to their forward.

After some more minutes, you switch with your boyfriend as his back begins to kill him for that awkward position he was in the whole time. Which you two had to laugh at as he held both of his hands by his back while letting cackles of pain.

You squat down and just hold your toddler steady over the ice as he looks up at his dad cutely. Yet quickly, he looks back at you and gives you a toothy smile, holding out his little hands to your face and giggling as he would touch it.

"Are you having fun?" You ask him, getting a large and enthusiastic nod from the little one.

Roope, after some time, squats as well and that steals the attention of the toddler once more. You and Roope are in between a very short distance, your arms can easily reach out to get to either of you, so Y/S/N is more than safe in between you.

You turn the toddler around and Roope puts his warm hands over yours. And that's when you notice that his hands are there but his hold really isn’t, all while he begins to encourage the mini-him to try and kick out some steps on his own.

Might be a bit too early to do this, but why not try?

Poor Y/S/N did try, and he lost his balance in many of the tries. His butt would never hit the ice as both your and Roope’s hands were there to hold him, so, that only meant that he never really lost faith in himself.

For this reason, he still continuously kicks his little feet towards his dad as he holds onto Roope’s jersey sleeves the whole time, still while fully trying his best.

After much, much trial and error, a loud gasp leaves your lips.

Your toddler, unbelievably, is able to skate the whole small distance between the two of you practically on his own (even though he had your hands there the whole time), but the sight of him doing it, completely broke Roope.

He pulls his son into a hug and lays kisses on the top of his head, congratulating him while at the same time, looking up at you in disbelief. And that's when you notice how teary his eyes are.

"Awn!" You say out loud at the sight of your boyfriend and give him a big smile while getting closer to him.

Your hands lay over his cheeks, comforting him, and you give him a quick peck on the lips. Roope smiles too, finding humor in his own display of emotions and your quick response with comfort, and you two stand back up.

The two of you get back on congratulating your toddler with many tickles under his open jacket and kisses on his chubby cute cheeks, and all while he giggles loudly. His little beanie-covered head is thrown back as he tries to get away from the two of you, and you could not ignore the look on Roope’s face as he looks down at his son. His eyes would move over to you, time and time again, almost as if not sure who to look at for longer.

And his eyes were filled with only one emotion...

Pure and utter love.

Love for you. Love for his baby. Love for his little family.

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[harlowhockeystick]

hi!! could I please request a blurb with Roope Hintz or Sebastian Aho (surprise me! lol) where you're sick and they try convince you to stay home with them for the day to rest? thank youuuu!

"i think you'll have to carry me"

blurb weekend, every weekend

contains: sick reader (not covid, when i write i don't have it set in a covid world lol)

the common cold- humanity's greatest enemy since the dawn of time. though it lasted just seventy two hours at most, it still had you laying on the couch in a miss of tissues, two blankets on top of you with a cup of warm tea in your hands.

you watched his game on the television, wishing you were there in person. you wanted to always go above and beyond to support him, and when you had the chance to go with him to a game you always wanted to take it. and you were very adamant that you were fine and able to go to the game, but roope put his foot down and made you stay home. he didn't want you to pick something else up from another person and get even more sick.

he walked through the door in the same suit he left in, except he just had his tie around his neck with a couple buttons at the top undone. he had a smile on his face, looking down at you on the couch, bending a little to lean his forearms on the back of the furniture piece.

"how do you feel?" he asked, pressing his hand against your forehead. roope noticed that you still had a slight temperature. he frowned a little, walking around the couch to stand in front of you. he took your groans as a response. he reached for the remote to turn the television off, walking over and doing the same with the lamp.

"i'm not gonna let you fall asleep on the couch again. come on, let's go to bed." he started to walk away, but got halfway to your bedroom when he noticed that you weren't following. "what are you doing?"

"i don't think i can move, roope." you moaned, your voice gruff and hoarse. the tea was supposed to help with that, but turns out you did not do a very good job of making the tea. "i think you'll have to carry me."

roope smiled, giving you the sweetest but also most pitiful look. chuckling to himself he walked over to you, pulling the blankets off your body and picking you up bridal style. you leaned your head against his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck as he carefully carried you to bed.

he set you down, walking over to your closet and getting out a fresh set of clothes for you to change in to. "here, i'll take your other clothes to the laundry room."

roope came back in to find you laying back down, the covers over your body as you rested your head against the pillow. he went ahead and quickly showered, changing into a pair of boxers and a crewneck. he climbed into bed next to you, laying on his side to look at you. he kissed your warm forehead, putting his arm around your shoulders and let you move closer to him.

"i'm sorry you still feel sick, Y/N." he held your hand under the sheets, resting his head on top of yours while you slowly started to fall asleep on him. "get some rest, babe."

[puckmeboys]

to all the NHL Fanfic writers / Dallas FF writers pls help a sister out. I need a Roope one with the Finnish Mafia theme. They understood the assignment 100%

-Chefs Kiss-

[eberles]

Twenty Four

Roope Hintz

prompt: tracing your names together in the sand

a/n: sorry there’s so much time between each part, i’ve been really blocked lately! enjoy🥰 feedback is welcome

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today you and roope were spending the day at the beach, you didn’t often get the chance to enjoy days like this. you were not a big fan of the ocean, always choosing to just sunbathe on your towel instead of jumping around in the water. roope loved the water and he loved to swim, so you both did your own things for the first half of the beach trip.

you laid on your stomach, moving the sand around to make it a clear slate so you could doodle with your finger. you giggled to yourself, using your pointer finger to draw roope’s name, followed by little hearts. as if on cue you felt a shadow standing over you, blocking the sunlight.

“you’re getting water drops on me!” you laughed, squinting as you looked up at roope.

“come swim with me, i miss you.” roope held out his hands, gesturing for you to come join him in the water.

“orrrrr you can lay with me and get nice and tan.” you smirked when he rolled his eyes before taking his spot next to you on his own towel.

“is that my name?”

“maybe.” you nudged his shoulder, admiring how cheeks turned pink at the sudden affection. he smoothed over the sand in front of him before doodling your name in the sand, accompanied by a few lopsided hearts.

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[laurenairay]

hc request: roope + something fairytale inspired :3

Okay so I have gone full AU with this because the moment I saw fairytale, I literally envisioned Roope as a prince. So sorry if that’s not what you intended but here we go:

I’m getting full Cinderella vibes here. Roope (and the rest of the other Dallas Finns, because hello) are Princes of the realm, and maybe Roope doesn’t have the best luck with finding a partner he’s interested in. Total black cat nature and I’m here for it.

So the invites go out for a ball, hoping that Roope will find someone (I can just imagine Miro and Esa hyping him up) but he’s mostly just dreading having to talk to so many people who are only interested in him for his status – Prince Roope rather than just Roope.

And then he sees you.

This is a masquerade ball (mainly because I love Benedict Bridgerton meeting Sophie) so you’re mostly obscured from him – other than your eyes. Your eyes capture his attention, and as soon as he starts dancing with you and makes you laugh for the first time? he is completely uninterested in anyone else. Miro, Esa, Jani and Kivi are elated, until they realise he didn’t even get your name.

Then start the searches, messengers, the desperation of you falling through his fingers, until just when he’s about to give up, he sees you across the market. Maybe you’ve been purposely ignoring the town crier’s announcements about Roope’s search (strict parents? You weren’t supposed to be at the ball in the first place?) or maybe you’ve genuinely missed them because you have better things to do than listen to gossip, but there’s no way you forgot about him.

How could you? It’s Roope, and he’s beautiful, inside and out.

When the two of you finally reunite and he begs you to give him a chance, you’re always going to ask why. (“why me? I’m nobody” “because you saw me without my title. You just liked me”)

Cue the happily ever after and the big wonderful wedding and falling in love not just with Roope but his wonderful family and friends too.

Obviously there’s also a whole other twist in making him a Fae Prince, but that’s an AU that I don’t think anyone other than a handful of people would be interested in lol.

[ilyasorokinn]

#2 in fluff off ur prompt list w roope hintz? thank u!

STALKERISH

2. "are you hurt? what happened?" (from this prompt list)

you couldn't even get a word in when roope called, "hel-"

"where are you? are you hurt? what happened?" he sounded panicked.

"what? are you talking about?"

"your location. you're at a hospital."

"okay, first of all, creep." you laughed, "and second of all, i'm not hurt. i'm okay. it's connor, riley's boyfriend. he sprained his ankle and riley can't drive, so i drove them here."

he let out a breath in relief, "oh, thank god."

"awh, that's so sweet, if you leave out the part where you stalk me." you joked.

"i wasn't stalking." he defended.

"you kind of were."

"i was doing it for your benefit. and what if you were injured?"

"i would have called you myself. you wouldn't have to have found out by stalking my location." you laughed.

"all right, well, i gotta go. i love you."

"love you, too, stalker."

taylor's blurb "night"

sorry this was short

[diorsluv]

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( diorsluv 2024 )

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nhl + ntdp!2018 x platonic!figureskater!reader,

robertson brothers x fem!cousin!reader,

trevor zegras x fem!fwb!reader

other tags will be revealed once the complete series is done!

prologue

part 1: ( swear i couldn’t sleep a wink last night )

act i

part 2: ( no point in turning off the lights )

part 3: ( not the same without your head on my shoulders )

part 4: ( growing pains but i don’t wanna get older )

part 5: ( almost like we left it all on read )

part 6: ( couple feelings never laid to rest )

part 7: ( didn’t know that the party was over )

part 8: ( and it’s true that i need you here closer )

acts ii, iii, iv, and epilogue coming soon!

[nhlandotherimagines]

Stole My Heart- Roope Hintz

@natbarzal @leafs-forever @anastasiyaigorevnadobrodevskaya @sabtalkshockey

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A/N: I’m sorry I’m so slow with these!! Anyway here we go! Part 13 (that’s crazy) of the Up All Night series! Your feedback would be greatly appreciated, so leave a note, share, DM me, or leave an ask (only if you’d like) and let me know your thoughts! Love y’all

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, pining over a stranger??, cranky Roope?, mentions of Tyler Seguin and Miro Heiskanen if that bothers anyone :)

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The light shines, It's getting hot on my shoulder. I don't mind, this time it doesn't matter 'cause your friends, they look good and you look better.

Sitting on a patio in Dallas, sipping on a now warm beer, Roope wants to complain. To tell his teammates it is too hot to be sitting outside when there is more than enough room inside the air conditioned restaurant to house them all, but he doesn’t. Last time he complained they had chirped him endlessly for it, so this time, he chooses to keep quiet.

The sun beats down on his shoulders, and he curses himself for once again choosing to wear almost all black. His black tank sticks to him, and sweat pools along the bridge of his nose where his sunglasses sit. His mind is so preoccupied with his own personal discomfort, that he hasn’t been paying any attention to his teammates.

As an elbow makes contact with his rib cage, Roope’s attention quickly snaps to the person to his right. Miro grins knowingly at Roope, before nodding his head across the patio.

Roope’s eyes follow his friend’s gesture. He scans the packed patio until his eyes fall on the one and only thing Miro could have been alerting him to. You.

Sitting on almost the completely opposite side of the patio, you are surrounded by all of your friends. Your table’s chaotic energy rivaled that of the hockey players’ opposite you, and Roope watches in amazement.

To him you look completely out of place. Surrounded by girls dressed in pale pinks and blues, and one dressed in all white with a tiara sitting atop her head and a sash across her chest that very clearly reads “BRIDE”. Your friends are beautiful, Roope would be blind not to notice. Their hair and makeup is all done perfectly, and they have beautiful bright smiles. Roope knows that his teammates are practically drooling over these girls who are already tipsy, and probably have been since sipping on mimosas at lunch. Not Roope though. He is completely entranced by you.

Your hair is braided messily, and draped over your right shoulder and a beautiful black hat sits on top of your head. The black band tee and baby blue ripped jeans that seem as though they were tailored to your body, have Roope speechless. The small scowl on your lips as you wipe a bead of sweat from your makeup-free face, causes him to smile. Yeah, your friends look good, but you? You look so much better.

Don't you know all night I've been waiting for a girl like you to come around?

6 hours. That’s how long it’s been since Roope left the restaurant. It’s also coincidentally the same amount of time you’ve been living rent free in his head. He doesn’t know you. Not your name, how old you are, are you married, single, are you even into guys? He knows nothing about you. All he knows is that you are everything he could possibly want in a woman.

“Hintz, odds are you’ll never see her again. If it will help I can find you someone else for tonight.” It’s Tyler Seguin who speaks now, clearly annoyed by Roope’s infatuation just like the rest of their teammates.

“It’s not like that, she’s not like any girl you know, and that’s why she’s perfect.” Roope shoots back rolling his eyes.

The Uber finally pulls up in front of the bar, cutting the conversation short. Though that doesn’t stop Miro from placing a hand on Roope’s shoulder before he can get out, “Just don’t let her ruin your night please.”

Roope nods noncommittally, and quickly exits the vehicle. Although he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he was absolutely crushed by the fact he didn’t go talk to you at the restaurant. Maybe right now he’d be texting you, inviting your group out with him and the guys. Or maybe, you would have shot him down, and told him you were taken. The only thing Roope knows for sure, is that he’s waited his whole entire life for someone to take his breath away, to stop time momentarily. Someone who is so unmistakably themselves it’s painfully obvious to everyone around them. Someone like you.

Under the lights tonight, You turned around, and you stole my heart with just one look, when I saw your face, I fell in love

Normally Roope wouldn’t shy away from a dance floor, especially when said dance floor was full of many pretty women, but tonight was different. Tonight he sat, back against the wall, drink in hand, as he watched his friends dance with everyone. He couldn’t bear the thought of dancing with anyone but you.

The lights in the club are blinding, and Roope can’t help but grumble about it as he sits alone. The music is so loud his table shakes continuously, and he can hardly think as he surveys the dancefloor. Tyler is surrounded by what looks like half the club, causing Roope’s eyes to roll in both jealousy and sadness.

He’s so caught up in his own little pity party he almost didn’t notice. If it hadn’t been for the way the light reflected off of her stupid little tiara and into his eyes, he wouldn’t have seen her. Now, he couldn’t pull his eyes away.

It was the girl from the restaurant who sat beside you. Her stupid tiara, her sash that says “BRIDE”, her obnoxiously white outfit. It was undoubtedly her.

When the realization hit him, Roope’s gaze quickly left the bride-to-be and began scanning the crowd around her. One by one Roope recognizes the other girls from the restaurant, and one after another they aren’t who he’s looking for. They aren’t you.

Roope’s mood immediately turns even more sour than it had been before. Letting out a very audible groan, he lifts himself from his seat knocking back the rest of his drink. He spots Miro standing at the bar, and starts toward him.

As he approaches the bar, Roope mentally prepares to argue with Miro, knowing his friend will give him a hard time about leaving early.

The closer he gets, Roope sees the girl leaning against the bar beside his friend. Her head is thrown back in laughter at something Miro had said, and the action has Roope’s eyes rolling. “Miro- I’m leaving man have a goo-“

His words are cut short, just as he had expected, but not by Miro. No, Miro didn’t have to say anything. No one did. The words just wouldn’t come, and the only person he could blame? The girl at the bar.

As she turns to face Roope, the lights catch her eyes. The eyes that hadn’t left his mind all day, now right in front of him. He blinks quickly as if it wasn’t real, as if he’d open his eyes and she’d be gone.

That beautiful girl from the restaurant.

You.

It took a minute girl to steal my heart tonight. With just one look, yeah. I waited for a girl like you

“Roope! This is Y/n.” The smirk perched on Miro’s lips as he spoke would be enough to earn a glare from his teammate, but that would only happen if he could manage to draw his eyes from you to notice. Judging by the look of pure shock on his face, it wasn’t happening anytime soon. “Y/n, this is Roope. The one I was telling you about.”

Miro’s final sentence is what breaks Roope from his trance. The blondes’ eyes quickly snapping to his teammate in horror. His mind racing with the possibilities of what may have been revealed to you.

Your giggle, however, lures him in again. He swears he could listen to the sound all day everyday, and he’d never tire of it. “Well Roope,” you pause, holding your hand out dramatically, “care to dance?”

The smile on Roope’s face grows so big, you can’t help but wonder if he’s somehow managed to smile bigger than you. His hand quickly encompasses your own, smaller, hand.

“Why yes, I’d quite like that.” He winks back matching your dramatics, as he drags you toward the dance floor. The giggles that stumble past your lips, you mentally blame on the buzz you’ve had all day, but deep down you know it’s the man in front of you.

Your giggles quickly die, however as you’re pulled against him. You can feel his heart rate against your palm from where it landed against his chest.

Despite the electronic dance music blasting around you, Roope sways you slowly from side to side holding you against him. “Well Y/n, aside from your name, what else should i know about you?” Roope’s breath sends a shiver down your spine as he dips his head to your ear to make sure you can hear him.

“Not much worth noting really, I’m just another girl out for her friend's bachelorette party.” You shrug, and though it’s loud, Roope hears you loud and clear. His shoulders deflate slightly, but he nods knowingly.

He doesn’t know though. Doesn’t know how the only girl to ever stand out to him in such an amazing way, could sit here and think she was just like every other girl. He wanted to scream, tell her she was special and not at all like any other girl ever. He’s sure he’d sound crazy if he tried, so he settles for a better sentiment. Something he hopes won’t scare you away, but may just let you see how incredibly original you are.

“Are you kidding?” He chuckles, bringing a hand up to cup the back of his neck. “I’ve been waiting all night to find a girl like you.”

[typical-simplelove]

Hey. Number 15: "Thank you for making me smile" with Roope Hintz, I'm so happy that you are back writing. I love your stories. Sending you positive vibes. :)

Sending you positive vibes, and may I offer you my firstborn child in gratitude for your words?

15. "Thank you for making me smile" with Roope Hintz Claudia's Debut Season of Heartfirst Writing

There are some days when everything goes wrong. From your alarm not going off to spilling your coffee all over yourself. From leaving important paperwork at home to getting stuck in traffic. On top of that all, it was undoubtedly one of the worst workdays of your life.

Thankfully, though, it was Friday, but the mile-long to-do list stared back at you after you got home from work and took a shower. You didn't know what to do first. Regardless of what you do first, you know that you're going to hate it. All you wanted to do was sit on the couch and watch your comfort show, but no, you have to get a ton done tonight because there aren't enough hours on the weekend in order to get everything done.

"I picked up dinner," Roope says, placing the takeout bag on the counter. When you don't notice Roope walk into the kitchen, he grows worried. His eyes follow to where you're staring at your to-do list and computer. Oh, so you're freaking out about work. Quickly, Roope thinks of the corniest joke or pick-line he can think of. You always did like those (in irony).

"Woah, did you just feel that?" Roope asks, eyes trained on you. Your eyes scrunch in confusion for just a second, a flicker of acknowledgment, but you don't answer. "Was that an earthquake, or did you just rock my world?"

You snort, a small smile making its appearance. Okay, Roope's getting somewhere.

"Did you know, if beauty were time, you'd be infinity," Roope continues. At his words, you take a heavy swallow, evidently flustered.

"You're like air to me; I need you to survive," Roope tries. This was the last one he could think of, so if this doesn't work, then he's going to have to try something else. However, you burst out laughing at this pick-up line. With a wide smile on your face, you turn to Roope.

"You're silly; did you know that?"

"But you're feeling a bit better, a bit less stressed?"

You nod, still smiling. "Thank you for making me smile. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You flatter me," Roope responds, pulling you in for a hug, knowing you need it. "I'm here, whatever you need. Corny jokes and all."

You snicker. Yeah, things would be okay.

[twinklelilstarkey]

Braids - Roope Hintz

Words: 1.2k+

Summary: Braiding Roope’s hair.

Inspo: This post bc same

"Pleaseeee." You drag down the word, palms resting against one another as you plead for your boyfriend to let you do what you want.

"Absolutely not."

This all started when you were innocently scrolling through social media, watching random videos and random posts on your explore page. Everything was normal, mostly food videos or silly others, until you swiped to the side to see what your friends have been posting lately.

You saw that one of your closest friends had taken a picture with their younger brother. His hair is usually loose, about chin length and brown, and now it was in two French braids, made by her (according to the caption).

And it looked really good!

You have been living with your boyfriend, Roope, ever since you had completed a year in your relationship, and it's shocking to you how it never occurred to you to just... braid his god damn hair!

We've all seen the iconic pigtails in games or how messily his hair sits on his head after games. Or, in your case, how he walks around the house.

He's surely not planning on cutting it any soon, so, you thought it would be easy to just convince him.

Yeah, well, right off the bat the blonde beauty didn't like your idea all that much. He refused with all his being, yet you did not give up.

"But just look!" You tell him, giving him your phone so he can see the picture you had just seen, "It will look so good on you."

He eyes the screen, a soft scowl still over his features, and after some silent seconds, he shakes his head at you.

You lay your phone back on your lap, giving him your puppy dog eyes and a tiny pout, and, nop, he's not budging.

"Nobody will ever know, I promise." You lay your hands on his shoulders, making sure he's looking at you, "It will just be between the two of us... Please?"

Roope stays silent and you hold your breath as you think he might be considering it. He knows you're in a group chat with both Miro and Esa, for a reason he does not know except that you're all super close.

This also means that any pictures would just be just one click away.

"Nop." He says, sure of himself.

You sit back on your heels since you have been sitting on your knees ever since he had sat beside you. Your hands are still on his shoulders but they aren't grabbing him anymore.

"But it would be so much fun." You try again, dragging your words like a kid.

He gives you another shake of the head, and you sigh.

You let your hands slide from his shoulders to his chest before pulling away completely and giving him a sad look.

Roope's gaze stays on you as you sit on your side, lifting your legs from under you so can bring your knees to your chest. 

Your eyes stay on him, and you silently notice that the show you two had been waiting to watch before all this, is already playing in the background, long forgotten.

"Please?" You whisper, promising yourself that it's the last time.

He doesn't say anything.

"I'll do anything."

"Anything?" He asks, slightly surprised.

"Anything." You do a quick nod.

A smirk slowly grows on his lips and his eyes shift over to the screen, seeing the characters argue over the dramatic music.

"Fine."

(...)

You were a giggly mess the whole time. From running to the bathroom to get elastics and a brush to sitting back down on the couch, you were just as happy as one could be.

Roope, even though he expected a lot of things to come from this experience, he surely did not expect it to go by that pain-free and that quick.

You had made him sit on the floor in front of the couch, and he didn’t seem to care too much about that since his mind was too taken away from reality to focus on anything but his favorite show.

Just like your friend, you did two french braids on Roope, tight enough to be completely against his head, and... now that you’re taking a good look at it, you feel proud about your work.

Roope just realizes you’re done working on his hair the moment you get up from the couch behind him and stand in front of him to take look at his face.

Your hands are resting on your hips and a smile is appearing on your lips. 

You definitely need to get used to not see him curls just rest by his neck and by the sides of his head, but, other than that, god damn.

“So...?” He starts, eyes coming back to the TV, “Do you approve it?”

You stay silent for a bit as if contemplating about it and as soon as he looks back at you, questioning your silence, you smile more widely and sit beside him.

Your arms wrap around his neck and you hug him, or should you say: hug his head, close to you. Your cheeks are pressed between one another as Roope sits confused and you a smiley mess.

“You look so handsome!” You squeal.

A laugh escapes your boyfriend at your excitement and you squeeze him closer to you.

“Why haven’t I thought of this before?” You say with a gasp, “My God!”

A contagious smile finds its way to Roope’s face and you pull away slightly to look at him. Your hands are cupping his face and your face scrunches up as you continue to find him completely adorable.

“This is the best day of my life.” You whisper close to his face and he chuckles at your exaggeration, “Can I take a picture?”

His smile falls and he starts shaking his head in your hands.

“Why not?”

“Because you will send it to Miro and Esa!” He says defensively, yet still doesn’t take his face from between your hands.

“I promise I won’t.” You plead, thumbs moving slightly under his eyes, caressing him, “Promise, promise, promise.”

He looks at you in the eyes for a second and lets out a loud exhale.

“Okay...”

Oh, you were the happiest you’ve ever been and it shows.

You jump up the couch to get your phone and start taking pictures. Even though you didn’t intend on keeping all of them, you were making sure to have every angle. 

Oh and yeah, one with Roope all smiley at the camera too.

“This is the cutest thing ever.” You say while staring down at your phone screen.

“You better keep your promise.” He warns you as you take a seat back on the floor next to him.

“I will, I’ll protect them with my life.” You reassure.

He gives you one singular nod and a smile playing over his lips.

“Thank you for letting me braid your hair.” You say to him and he whispers a sweet ‘you’re welcome’ back.

And, with that, your day went by just normal. Roope didn’t take his braids off until he went to bed and you were a happy camper the whole rest of the day, making his favorite food as dinner and even make dessert.

And the fact that you have pictures to remember this day is beyond you. How did you convince him again? God damn miracle.

Don’t lie, we’ve all day dreamed about this.