[milirii]

🔸Mil, she/her, fin, 20+

🔸Fic writing, Ao3 and inspirational things are in here, but I have my main blog too (@mil-peri )

🔸Feel free to talk to me (about anything!), I am hopeless of starting conversations (i am awkward and impossibly shy) but I love to talk to you 💚

🔸English is not my strength but I learn as I go 🙌 please point out big mistakes if you notice something! 💚

[milirii]

Blind Channel advent calendar

Day 17: „The Story of Wolffie and Verttie“

„You wrote me a story as an advent calendar gift. That is so cute“ Niko cooed at his boyfriend when he had just opened the 17th box from their couple advent calendar. It was their first time trying this tradition, and so far both of them liked it, even though Niko would never tell anyone about the gift Joonas had come up with on the 9th of December. It was hot not gonna lie there, but how did he… well never mind.

„Yes I did. And now give it to me so I can read the story to you. And hands to yourself mister“ Joonas playfully warned Niko, knowing his boyfriends mischievousness.

„Storytime“ Niko cheered handing the paper to Joonas and getting himself comfortable on their bed.

When Niko seemed to be ready Joonas began with his story…

„Once upon a time there was a little wolf. The cutest and littlest of them all. But sadly he was afraid of the big world he lived in, and of all the other creatures surrounding him. One day in this big and scary place that is called school he met his knight in a shining armor though. A fearless and sometimes also a little hyper robot.“

„I wasn’t that small Joonas! Also why did I get described as cute, little and scared easily while you described yourself as hyper and fearless?“ Niko chimed in, interrupting the story.

„Because it is true sweetheart! Now do you want to hear the rest of the story or not?“  Joonas asked Niko with a teasing tone in his voice.

„Yes I do…But can we maybe get Wolffie and Vertti? It is their story too I think“ Niko replied pointing at the worn out wolf plushie and the toy robot on the shelf.

„Of course we can“ Joonas quickly agreed, getting up to get them from the shelf. „But no more interrupting now please“ he said when he returned with the two of them.

Instead of answering Niko just nodded and pretended to lock up his mouth with an imaginary key.

„Okay so let’s continue…The little wolf and the robot grew close very quickly and had many adventures together. The robot was happy to see his wolf friend bloom slowly and open up to the scary world with the help of him. And the robot was also happy to have someone at his side who seemed to understand him better than he did himself. They were together through everything, through the good and the bad. They also found four other…well let’s say unique creatures that made their friendship circle complete, and together the six of them began living their dream. But with time the robot and the wolf both realized that their friendship was not enough for them, that there was more than that between them. This time it was not the fearless robot taking the first step though, because losing his wolf was his biggest fear. He knew he could never live without his wolf by his side so he would have stayed quiet about this forever. But it turned out his wolf was actually the bravest of the two all along, because he took the step and told the robot about his feelings. And here they are now, many years later, still side by side, still living their dreams together and loving each other more than anything.“ Joonas broke of, took a big breath and than continued with a nervous voice now...

„This isn’t the end of their story though. A few months ago the robot realized he wants more with the wolf. That he wants everything with him actually. And that is why he is about to take the next step now…“ With that Joonas looked up from the paper he was holding, and at Niko with a mix of love and fear shown on his face.

„My wolf do you want to marry me?“

- 🦋 wearing a santa hat

I really loved that little emoji drabble with Wolffie and Verttie, so I decided to try and make an advent calendar story out of it for you. It was way better in my head though... I hope you still like it. If not let me know so I can write you another one

OH MY GOD!!! If you guys are hearing a distand sobbing, don't worry, that is just me, reading my advent calendar story! 😭 (I GOT ADVENT CALENDAR STORY? I was not expecting to get one 😭❤️❤️)

This is the most perfect thing?! 🥺❤️ Look at them being cute and happy and in love! My heart is about to burst, this has everything I want from a story 😭 Thank you, thank you, thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[hlurz]

Blind Channel advent calendar

Day 14: „Tradition, love and a book“

Tommi was excited. Excited and nervous actually. Olli was sitting next to him on the bed and had just begun opening his advent calendar box for today. The two of them had a long tradition of doing advent calendars together, with him getting the uneven numbers and Olli the even ones.

It started when they were kids acutally. Both of them always hearing from their classmates cool advent calendars while they both only got the simple chocolate ones. Olli was the one who suggested it back then, and Tommi was immediately on board with the idea, because that must be the coolest advent calendar ever. No one shared their advent calendar with their best friend.

They gifts started out as the simplest little things, like each others favorite sweets, little handmade friendship bracelets, or just random things they collected throughout the year. With the years the gifts got more meaningful, and an advent calendar gift had also been the start of their relationship.

Tommi still remembers that day. He had been even more nervous than today, waiting for his best friends reaction to the Lord of the Rings book he had gotten him. He thought it was perfect doing it this way, the Lord of the Rings movies were Ollis favorite movies, he had been speaking about getting the books for a long time, and using their tradition as a way to ask him out seemed perfect to. Back then he had written a little message (his love confession) on the last page of the book, because he knew Olli always read the last page of a book first. He knew Olli would see this. And Tommi was still relieved to this day that it had worked out back then, that he could now call his best friend his boyfriend aswell, and that he didn’t lose his best friend and their tradition with his gift.

While moving to a new flat together just last year the book had gotten lost though. It was something that made both Tommi and Olli really sad because they really cherished that book. And they still had no idea how it happened. Well Olli didn’t, Tommi got the answer a while ago when he had gotten a call from Aleksi. Apparently while they were moving, the book found its way into the box of things Aleksi took home with him. And Aleksi had apparently also completely forgotten about that box when he helped search for the book.

Tommi was a bit angry at Aleksi first because of it, but he wasn’t for long. No one could stay angry at the little man for long. And as much as he had wanted to tell Olli the good news as soon as he found out, he actually had a better idea how to give the book back to him. An idea that made him wait until today, the day that he had also given him the book the first time all those years ago…

„OMG Tommi“ were the words that pulled Tommi out of his thoughts. Thoughts that he didn’t even realize he had lost himself in. Olli had just unpacked the book and was now looking at him with an emotional expression on his face. „Is that…“ Olli broke of not finishing the question.

„Just look and find out“ Tommi replied nervously.

Tommi watched as Olli opened the book at the last page. At first he just looked happy as he seemed to realize it was indeed the missing book, but then he gasped and his expression changed to one of shock. It seemed like he had also found the new message he had added on the page:

How about you and me forever Olli?

- 🦋 wearing a santa hat

I just read your ask again and realized that this is a probably little different than what you suggested 🙈. I hope you still like it, if not let me know and I can write you another one

Yeah, I suggested something different but I love what you write! This is amazing! Thank you so much for writing this!

Such an amazing tradition they have... I'm sure all the gifts, even the simplest ones, have a lot of meaning and love behind 😊

Also, having someone to declare their love for you on your favorite book 😩❤️😊

[theflyingfeeling]

Porko on itseasiassa ollu riparilla isosena :)

noni hei!! ei siis mitenkään tuulesta temmattu juttu ole tämä 😌

pspsps @milirii oisko lisää headcanoneita?? 👀

[milirii]

Headcanoneitahan kyllä piisaa useempaanki ficciin, mut otan ensin hetken sille että kuvittelen miten mahtavaa olis ollu riparilla isosena Porkon kanssa 😩❤️

Nonii ja sitte 👀

- talviriparilla ihan ykkösleikki on Nöffe, jossa porukka jaetaan kahtia, pelivälineeksi otetaan jätesäkki täynnä lunta ja sit tapellaan sitä jätesäkistä lumihangessa niin armottomasti ku vaan osataan. Ehkäpä päähenkilö ei oo kauheen potentiaalinen vastus, mutta hemmetti vie ku ihastus on yks taitavimmista ja sille on pakko näyttää mihin ite pystyy. Kummasti löytyy sisua tapella Nöffestä ku saa (pitkiä) hämmästyneitä ja hyväksyviö katseita lähietäisyydeltä. Ja apua ku tekis mieli vaan jäähä kattomaan ihaniin silmiin ja hipasta pakkasesta rusottavaa poskea. 🥺

- Talviripariin liittyy tietenki myös avanto. Avannon hakkaaminen suoritetaan (tietenki) pimeessä ku aurinko laskee jo kolmen jälkeen. Kaikilla on mukana ohtalamput, lapiot, kirveet ja mitä vaan millä saa jäätä rikki. Illalla avantoon pulahetaan saunasta ja joku porukasta sattuu olemaan ensikertalainen. Älyttömän kannustuksen seurauksena ensikertalainen päättää hypätä avantoon ekana mutta oi voi ku on liukas jää ja kaveri lentää selälleen hyisee veteen. Alkushokista selviämisen jälkeen uimari pinkasee takas saunaan, jonne yleisen naurukohtauksen jälkeen palaa myös toinen isonen. Sauna on hetken kokonaan heillä ja on aikaa hetki halailla ja tsekata että kaikki on hyvin. ❤️

- Yöisosen pesti on sillon tällön vähän tylsä, etenki jos muut isoset sattuu olemaan tunnollista (tai väsynyttä) sorttia ja pittää valvoa yksin. Sillon tällön on kuitenki mahollista että alkuyöstä joku muuki vielä valvoo ja tullee saunakaveriksi. Leirin ohjaaja ei täysin hyväksy tätä ku muijen pittää nukkua sillon ku siihen on mahollisuus mut mitä sille ei kerro, se ei tiiä 😌 ja saunassa oli hyvät löylyt ja pukuhuoneessaki mukavan lämpönen 🤭

- Yöisosena voi talvella olla myös vähän jännittävää, etenki jos yks ryhmäisois on ääliö ja kertoilee virnuillen hiipparijuttuja ennen ku ite painuu nukkumaan. Tietenkään meijän yöiso ei myönnä että nyt pelottaa mennä käymään toisessa majotusrakennuksessa kierroksella ku sinne pittää mennä ulkokautta. Mut onneksi se ääliö ryhmäiso on myös tosi sulonen ja ihana ja se saa hymyllään kaiken anteeksi. Ja seki auttaa ku se tullee hetken päästä vielä sanomaan että hänet saa herättää seuraksi jos alkaa ahistaa liikaa <3 (ehkä kauhujuttujen kertominen oliki suunnitelma? 👀)

[theflyingfeeling]

I'll try to change my request, so let's try 37 with Joonas/Niko 🤗

Well chosen, friend! 🥺

I gotta say, I really love writing stories like the one below; stories that leave just enough for the reader's interpretation. In this one there's quite a bit left to read in between the lines... ✨

37. I keep wishing for you on dandelions and you catch me one time (2042 words)

~

I wish you looked at me the way you look at the crowd every night, like it’s made out of gold and everything that glitters.

I wish you’d hold my gaze after every time we kiss on stage, so that I’d know you’re losing your mind over it too.

Joonas was sitting on the doorframe of their tour bus, twirling a fluffy white dandelion between his fingers.

He still remembered what his mother had once told him, when he’d been about five or six years old.

“Did you know, Joonas, that if you close your eyes and make a wish as you blow on one of these, your wish might come true?”

“Really?!” little Joonas had squealed, his thoughts instantly wandering to the cool toy truck with a crane he had seen in the supermarket the day before.

“Do you want to try?” his mother had asked, holding a dandelion to Joonas.

So Joonas did as his mother had advised and squeezed his eyes shut. He used all the capacity in his 5-year-old brain to focus on his heart’s current desire, filled his lungs with air and puffed at the flower in his mothers hand. When he opened his eyes again, only a few tufts remained, and his mother blew the rest into the air. 

“Hey! It’s my dandelion! Find your own!”

“I was just helping you out,” his mother had smiled.

“But you don’t know what I wished for!”

His mother had said nothing more, only caressed Joonas’ chubby cheek, and Joonas had spent the rest of the day sulking at her for ruining his first ever dandelion wish.

“I promise I won’t intervene this time,” his mother had said in an attempt to make him try again, but Joonas had turned a deaf ear to her appeasement. The incident had been forgotten the next day, although Joonas had strongly refused to touch a dandelion again, until his faith had been restored when his grandparents had paid them a visit a few weeks later, bringing with them the toy truck of his dreams. Since then he had relied on dandelions in every turning point of his life.

Such was the case now, as Joonas looked at the ripe flower, trying to decide how to word his wish. 

I wish you wouldn’t let go of me so soon when you hug me.

I wish the moment we shared backstage yesterday had meant something; that your lingering touch had meant something; that you don’t show that soft side of you to anyone else but me.

I wish you liked me more than just a friend.

“Hey, Porko, we’re about to start the soundcheck!” Joonas was pulled back to reality when Joel shouted at him from the back door of their venue of the evening.

Sighing, Joonas settled for an incoherent combination of all his yearnings and blew the dandelion. Then he stood up and followed Joel to the dark of the venue.

~

I wish you’ll always laugh at my stupid jokes.

I wish you weren’t so quick to laugh it off when we drink too much and accidentally get boners while grinding on the dance floor.

I wish you’d have stayed longer in my bunk this morning.

Joonas’ ears were still ringing from all the loud noises of the concert as he leaned against the tour bus and took another drag on his cigarette. His other hand was clutching the now bald dandelion, its fuzz long gone with the wind.

Why was it so easy to express his feelings to a damn flower, but when Niko looked at him with his eyes brighter than the northern lights, the words got caught somewhere in Joonas’ throat and never saw the light of day? If Joonas hadn’t known any better, he would have started doubting the power of dandelions again; it was beginning to look like Niko was too far out their reach, after all.

It was eating him alive, to have Niko so close, yet it sometimes felt like he was miles away, heading somewhere Joonas wasn’t sure he was supposed to follow him.

“Joonas?”

He had no idea when Olli had appeared next to him, his shoulder pressed against the tour bus as he faced Joonas. 

“‘Sup,” Joonas acknowledged him.

“You good?”

Joonas couldn’t stop the sad chuckle breaking out of his mouth. 

“I’m alright,” he replied nevertheless and took one last drag before dropping his cigarette on the pavement and putting it out.

“You sure? You’ve seemed..off, lately.”

It was foolish to assume his oldest friend would not have noticed his lovesick exploits. That is why Joonas only exhaled deeply, trusting it would speak louder than his words could have in that moment. 

“Is there something I could do to help? At all?”

The offer made Joonas smile again; Olli may have been a bit of a simpleton sometimes, especially when intoxicated, but damn if he wasn’t a great friend.

“Hand me that, will you?” Joonas pointed at the lone dandelion sprouting in between the asphalt and the concrete wall of the venue. 

“This?” Olli said as he ripped the flower off its barren seedbed.

Olli held out the dandelion for Joonas, but instead of taking it from his hand, Joonas wrapped his own fingers around Olli’s fist.

“I’m gonna need your help a little.”

“Uh-huh?” Olli’s  confused smile told Joonas the bassist had no clue of his intentions. 

“I need you to close your eyes and empty your mind,” Joonas ordered, then added with a lower tone: “...which should be easy enough for you.”

“Hey!” Olli exclaimed, but his eyes were already closed. “Okay, now what?”

“Blow on the flower when I say ‘now’, alright?”

“Alright,” Olli shrugged.

Then Joonas closed his own eyes, clearing his own mind of anything else but a pair of emerald eyes. 

I wish you’d come to me tonight. 

“Now,” he commanded, and together they blew on the dandelion, sending the white seeds twirling in the air.

Perhaps another person’s contribution was just what was needed to strengthen the magic of dandelions to affect even someone as magical as Niko?

~

The more Joonas stared at the dandelion, the more it began to look like an oil painting. Something hot rolled down his cheek and he caught it with his thumb just before it would have fallen down and hit the ground.

I wish I could forever fall asleep playing with your hair.

I wish the warmth of the mattress next to me wasn’t the only evidence of your presence when I wake up.

I wish I knew what it means when you don’t even look at me the whole day, then once the sun sets you’re in my space again and it kills me a little more than it did the day before.

Joonas didn’t know how he was supposed to wrap his head around it, around Niko. He only knew that he wanted to wrap his arms around the man and keep him there for as long as he could help it, with his nose buried in Niko’s hair and his ear pressed against Niko’s temple, if for nothing else but a creative attempt to hear Niko’s thoughts. 

They say that the eyes are the window to one’s soul, but Niko’s, albeit dazzling and intense, could sometimes be so dark and unreadable that Joonas could only dream of knowing what was going on behind them.

Holding on to the thought, Joonas took in a quick breath and blew the dandelion fuzz into the air. His watery eyes followed them as far as they could against the orange sunset sky, until they disappeared from his sphere of vision and all Joonas could see were tiny flying bugs buzzing around in the spring evening. 

Joonas glanced at the instrument case next to him, resting against the back tire of the tour bus. For a second he considered taking out his guitar and strum his sorrows away while the others were enjoying the headline concert inside the venue, but then his eyes fixed on the only remaining dandelion growing on the small patch of grass next to the parking lot.

He crouched to pick it up, and that’s when he realised he wasn’t alone.

There had been no footsteps, but Joonas would recognize the shape of the shadow any day, anywhere.

“Wishing on dandelions or what?”

Joonas quickly wiped his nose on his wrist and stood up, crushing the stem of the dandelion in his palm.

“What if I was?” he chuckled. The lump in his throat was suffocating him when he turned to look at Niko; his eyeliner was smudged, his long hair was a mess and there was a sway to his step when he walked closer to Joonas.

The sight was eerily imperfect and all Joonas could make himself look at in that moment. 

“I’d expect nothing less from you, Porko,” Niko grinned and didn’t seem to be able to stop his feet from dragging himself to Joonas, so close his nose almost bonked on Joonas’ chest. Niko giggled to himself as he leaned against Joonas, and from the light melody of Niko’s laughter Joonas could tell it was going to be one of those nights again.

The kind of night that made Joonas feel foolish for believing in such things as dandelion wishes the morning after, until he’d feel Niko light up a sparkle of hope inside him with the faintest of touches once again. 

But when Niko looked up at Joonas and stared into his eyes, Joonas noticed he maybe wasn’t quite as drunk as he appeared to be.

“What do you wish for, then, dreamer boy?”

I wish you knew.

“I can’t tell, obviously,” Joonas forced his trembling lips into a smile. “They won’t ever come true if I do.”

Niko kept their gazes locked, and in that moment it felt as if Joonas’ whole universe consisted of this gorgeous man and the dandelion he was still clasping in his hand.

“Does it work?” Niko asked quietly. “Have any of your dandelion wishes come true recently?”

I wish I knew how to tell you.

Joonas shook his head.

“How come?”

I wish I knew why.

“Maybe they’re on it, but so far no luck.”

Niko nodded, like Joonas’ explanation was in any way plausible.

“But you’ll keep trying still?”

I wish I wouldn’t have to. 

“I have to,” Joonas said.

“Why?” 

Niko’s eyes kept staring into his, until for the briefest moment they focused at something below Joonas’ nose. 

I wish you could see it.

“Because I don’t know what else to do.”’

The green eyes were back on Joonas’ then, disarming Joonas from the defence he never had to begin with.

“About what?”

Joonas didn’t want to make himself believe the fierce, almost knowing look Niko gave him was nothing else but the makings of his vivid imagination and wishful thinking.

“I…” Joonas tried, but the harder he begged for the words to come out, the farther away they hid somewhere inside him.

His fingernails dug into his palm as he kept holding on to the dandelion.

I wish–

He never got to finish his wish, the one he had been saving for when he would be most desperate.

Because in the blink of an eye, he had no dandelion to wish on; with a quick motion, Niko snatched the flower from his grip, lifted it to his lips, and with one sharp puff of air he blew it free of the white tufts, never breaking eye-contact with Joonas. 

And in the next blink of an eye, Joonas felt hands on his cheeks and a pair of lips on his own.

Hundreds of dandelion wishes sent off with the spring breeze, and the one stolen right out of his hands ended up being the one finally fulfilling them. Joonas would have laughed at it, had his mouth and vocal chords not been otherwise occupied.

When they broke the kiss, Niko’s cheeks were flushed and his eyes looked even wilder than before. Even halfway into getting lost in them, Joonas could see Niko’s lips moving and hear his voice speaking, quiet and soft, but the sound would ring in his ears for days, weeks, years to come:

“I wish for you.”

[theflyingfeeling]

I LOVE THAT OLLI/ALEKSI IS FREQUENTLY HERE NOW

they are definitely my other otp and I love love love love love your anons and you discussing about them 🥺❤️ there needs to be more nerdy, shy boyfriends sharing their wine and bed and Moomin sheets and kisses and weird sense of humor and inside jokes only the other one will ever get and Rilla cuddles and late night skype calls when Olli is back in his apartment in Oulu and the distance feels extremely long and night so very dark and the only thing lighting it up is the other one's smile even if it is through the video call 🥺 they would finally falls asleep while the call is still going on and only notice the next morning when phone battery is nearly run out 🥺

(uugh yeah I wanted to participate and I am having soft feeling on this fine evening 🥺❤️)

ohhh noooooo that's too cute?? 😭😭😭😭 Olli/Aleksi is SUCH a soft ship, perfect for fluff and all kinds of domestic stuff 🥺💕

here's a cute little (Christmassy) Olli/Allu fic idea for all the Olli/Allu shippers out there, as a treat 💖

you've heard of Olli/Aleksi go grocery shopping, now get ready for Olli/Aleksi CHRISTMAS shopping! 😂

they both actually hate doing it because it's so stressful and crowded and they get hot in their winter clothes ugh we've all been there 😩

however, together they have so much fun trying to find the perfect Christmas presents for their bandmates and the crew and just messing around in the stores and squeezing inside the same fitting room to try on some silly Christmas jumpers (this one for Olli and this one for Aleksi)...and maybe also to have a little make-out break like some horny teenagers 😅👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

(yes, they give presents together as well as cards now, you can't change my mind)

and they also grab some glögi and chocolate for themselves to snack on while staying up late to wrap all the presents 🥰

and they giggle while coming up with cheesy poems for the name cards (and they will keep on giggling throughout the band+crew Christmas party where they exchange gifts and see the others' reactions to the poems and the presents 🤭)

they wake up at noon the next morning with decorative glitter in their hair (don't ask how it got there) and to Rilla having shredded the leftover wrapping paper all over the living room 😂

still, they couldn't be happier 🥺💞

[theflyingfeeling]

All I want is Aleksi and Olli taking Rilla and going for the most cozy week in some cabin in the woods to celebrate their birthdays by spending the time cuddling, exploring the forest, doing some cooking together and lazily making out... 💕

So...something like this, maybe? 🥰👬🐶🐿️

~

One fact about Aleksi Kaunisvesi was that he was not a religious person, per se. He did celebrate Christmas with his family in a traditionally Christian way, yes, and he had appreciated the long weekend they were always given from school during Easter, even if he had usually spent the four days stuffing his face with overly sweet chocolate and watching cartoons rather than contemplating the Passion of the Christ, but he did not believe in an “invisible force” that allegedly controlled all life on earth as if it was his personal puppet show. Likewise, he wasn’t entirely convinced of the existence of places like Heaven and Hell, or any other form of afterlife for that matter; the moment he’d be lying dead and stiff in a wooden box, Aleksi supposed (and partly hoped) the only place he was going was six feet under.

He did think, however, that if there was a heaven somewhere, it would be a lot like where he was right now: under a blanket on the couch of his family’s summer cottage, with scented candles and the remains of a birthday cake on the coffee table, and two sleeping figures pressed tightly against him, one curled up in the crook of Aleksi’s neck and sighing dramatically in his ear from time to time, the other resting his head on Aleksi’s chest with one of his arms wrapped around Aleksi’s waist. To him, heaven was the smoothness of Olli’s lips, the look in Rilla’s eyes when she hurried to him with her favourite toy in her mouth, Olli’s sleepy moans in the morning when they pleasured each other in bed, and all their footprints on the front porch of the cottage after a morning walk on foggy fields and mossy forests.

Indeed, if the clouds in Heaven weren’t as soft as Olli’s curls or Rilla’s fur just behind her ear, Aleksi sure as hell wasn’t going to bother living a life free of sin. On the other hand, if the life hereafter was anything like this, Aleksi wouldn’t have minded passing away this instant, as long as it meant he’d get to spend eternity exactly where he was now, all snuggled up with the two creatures he loved the most in the whole terrestrial world.

The drumming of the rain against the windowsill was almost like a lullaby that nearly made Aleksi lose the battle against sleepiness, which he had been fighting bravely ever since they all had settled on the couch together; not because he wasn’t feeling drowsy from the three-course meal they had had – minus Rilla, who had turned up her nose on the filet mignon flavoured Cesar meal – but because he simply couldn’t resist savouring the sight of his loved ones clinging on to him like touch-starved baby koalas. He was, in fact, maybe just a few seconds from nodding off himself, had it not been for the smallest, barely audible rustle sounding from behind the front door.

“Ril–” Aleksi didn’t have any more time to react before Rilla bolted up and sprang to the door, barking sharply at the visitor behind it.

“Mmhhuh?” a sleepy voice mumbled against Aleksi’s sweater. 

“The darned squirrel is back again,” Aleksi sighed. “I told you we shouldn’t have started feeding it.”

“But it looked so sad and starved!” Olli exclaimed as he lifted his cheek off Aleksi’s chest and rested his chin on it instead, locking eyes with Aleksi. Although Aleksi knew it was unintentional on Olli’s part, he couldn’t help but smile fondly at Olli’s face which was an impeccable image of the expression the squirrel had pulled the other morning as it had looked at them through the window while they had been having brunch. Olli had insisted the poor animal had been staring at their late breakfast snacks, and before Aleksi had had a chance to point out that he doubted squirrels were particularly keen on chocolate muffins or yoghurt, Olli had taken a handful of blueberries and put them on his already empty bread and butter plate before tiptoeing to the porch and placing the humble offerings on the small glass table under the window. 

Now, Aleksi had always considered himself a man of reason and rationality, and this part of him argued they should restrain from interacting with wildlife like this, no matter how cute. In a few days, their little vacation in the middle of nowhere would be over and there’d be no one leaving the squirrel blueberries fresh from the grocery store anymore. But when it came to Olli Matela, he knew this sort of reasoning was no use; sharing his life with Olli, Aleksi had learnt not only that ‘a second breakfast’ was more than just a silly quirk from the pencil of Mr. Tolkien, but also that some matters were simply meant to be dealt with by your heart rather than by your (annoyingly logical, as his bandmates often complained) head. 

Inviting a lonely squirrel to your breakfast table was clearly one of these matters, and since then, their new friend had paid them a visit at least once a day, making subtle noises on the porch to attract their – and especially Rilla’s – attention. Aleksi thought the furry rodent was trying his luck a little too boldly, climbing up the wooden pillar of the porch just inches before Rilla’s teeth would snap its furry tail, but Olli admired its persistence and bravery and rewarded it with a squirrel-sized portion of salad seed mix (whereas Rilla, Aleksi assumed, was of the opinion that the squirrel would be better off as far away from her territory,  which consisted of the area surrounding the cottage as far as Rilla’s eyesight could reach and a little beyond that, just to be sure). Yet, no matter how stern Aleksi tried to be, it only took him one glance at the way Olli’s eyes brightened as he observed the squirrel nibbling on whatever little snack he had given it from their travel cooler, and Aleksi knew he wasn’t going to stop Olli from feeding the animal the next time it would arrive either.

When the squirrel had finished its meal of the day and scurried back to the nearby pine where they suspected it slept in, Olli turned to Aleksi and shuffled closer, right into Aleksi’s personal space. 

“Shall we continue where we left off now?” Olli’s low voice was like hot chocolate on a winter evening, especially now that Aleksi had already lost all the body heat they had built together under the blanket. 

“Mmmmh,” Aleksi hummed and let himself be dragged towards the couch, slowly and a little clumsily, as neither of them couldn’t bear letting the other go once they were entangled in an embrace once again. “Or maybe…we could do something else?” 

Olli didn’t answer;  he didn’t need to. The answer was given in the curve of his lips, in the brilliant gleam in his thunderstorm coloured eyes, in the tongue that immediately found Aleksi’s when their mouths touched. As Aleksi felt himself be pushed back on the couch cushions, gently but with certainty and purpose, he knew he wouldn’t have to second-guess whether or not Olli had understood his indirect suggestion.

Divine, Aleksi thought when Olli’s hungry eyes undressed him before his hands could. Celestial, he sighed in his mind when Olli’s hands groped his body wherever they could reach, in perfect sync with his equally celestial tongue. Angelic, he almost whispered out loud when Olli’s lust-filled eyes met his. Holy, he wanted to scream when their bodies moved together, the windows of the small cottage fogging up. Heavenly, when Olli finally collapsed on top of him, panting heavily, sweat glistening on his chest.

Heaven, when they kissed slowly by the kitchen counter, waiting for their mulled wine to brew; when they sat wrapped around each other at 3 am, chatting idly about everything and nothing; when their naked bodies melted together as they finally fell asleep. To think of it again, maybe Aleksi could find a little bit of religiousness in himself after all.

[theflyingfeeling]

AU where the guys are talk show/morning show hosts and crew?

Alright, hear this: Good Morning with Blind Channel!

I'm going for a morning show, because I feel like there would be more different kinds of roles there, yeah? 😌

So ummm. In this one Finnish morning show there's a meteorologist who sometimes brings his lil' doggo to the set? So...imagine Aleksi providing the daily weather forecast with his little helper Rilla? 🥰 (who, of course, would sometimes cause havoc in the set; she'd hear a word reminiscing 'walkies' or 'treats' during an interview with a guest in the studio and ruins the whole scene by spurting to the set wagging her little tail before Aleksi can do anything about it 🙈)

Joel is a cameraman secretly crushing on Aleksi (or "secretly" because Joonas and Niko totally know what's up and keep teasing him about it 😏). He's often found staring Aleksi via the camera and sighing longingly, to the point that sometimes he zones out dreaming about the weatherman and forgets his cameraman's duties for a second 🤭

Joonas and Niko are the main hosts / interviewers who keep flirting with each other at every turn 🙄 It's sort of awkward (for everyone else involved), but after that one time the production decided to separate them by pairing them up with other hosts, they were sent masses of negative feedback by outraged fans demanding for the public's favourite hosts to be reunited or else they'd switch to watching another channel's morning show 😤 (poor Santeri the producer thought he was going to be sacked for making such an unfortunate decision)

I don't think Finnish morning shows have a cooking section anymore, but a Blind Channel morning show certainly does, and it's actually the most awaited moment of the whole show; Olli started at the job only a while ago and is still a little nervous about cooking in front of the cameras, not least because it's LIVE, but the viewers absolutely adore him. Maybe it's his silky voice that provides them a smooth start to the day. Perhaps it's the fact that the poor boy seems to always be in such a hurry that he forgets to button his shirt all the way up before having to run back to the set from taking a short power-nap during commercial breaks (he's also not used to the early mornings quite yet 😴)

Niko and/or Joonas have a tendency to show up (unscripted) to "help out" with the cooking; usually they only manage to make Olli mess up somehow or say something funny that the hosts then proceed to giggle about for the rest of the day 😩

Tommi is the news anchor, perfect for the job with his expressionless face and grave voice 😐 ...but only when the cameras are on! Everyone behind the scenes knows Tommi is all smiles and laughter when he's not informing citizens about political crises or economic downturns 🥰 (except for Olli, of course, because he's new, which is why he felt a little weak at the knees when he first saw Tommi smile, having only seen him grim-faced on the telly until now)

Additional plotlines include: 1) Joel almost having a heart-attack when he thinks he sees Aleksi winking at him via the camera 😳, 2) a day when Rilla is acting particularly clingy and everyone in set keeps missing their cues because they're busy giving Rilla the much-needed belly-rubs and ear-scratches 🥺, 3) Niko and Joonas daring each other into making the other laugh while interviewing a guest (both fail horribly and are then given an official reprimand by the production and told to explain the whole thing to the viewers in their social medias 😂), and 4) Olli making a fancy herbal drink for his part of the show and giving it to Tommi who's been a bit poorly recently and struggling with his voice 🍵😌

[penname-tbd]

tbh in some cases calling my projects “wips” kinda feels like a joke, because it implies that it’s actually “in progress” rather than being a thing that plagues my brain every once in a while.

[foxofninetales]

WILTS: Works In Long Term Storage

[lasenbyphoenix]

WHMFUTF: Works Haunting Me From Under The Floorboards

[foxofninetales]

The Tell-Tale WIP

[rpf-bat]

Flufftober Drabbles, Day 20: Bedtime Stories

I’m sorry for waiting until 8:45 at night to post this, but it’s Joel/Niko, and it’s 1,136 words. 🥀

….This is the longest one I’ve done so far. ^^;

It was the night before UMK 2021, and Joel was tossing and turning in his hotel bed.

The sound of his restless squirming, was keeping Niko (who had the misfortune of rooming with him) awake.

“Dude,” Niko sighed, rubbing his tired eyes, “are you really that nervous?”

“Yes!” Joel confessed anxiously. “I mean, what if we fuck up tomorrow, in front of the entire country?”

“We’re not going to fuck up,” Niko assured him, from his spot on the other bed. “We’ve rehearsed the song a dozen times. There’s no way you would mess up the lyrics. At this point, you could probably even sing it in your sleep.”

“But what if everyone hates it?” Joel wondered, staring at the ceiling

“We don’t have to win,” Niko shrugged. “Everyone doesn’t have to like it. But, if we get even a few new Spotify listeners from this, I’ll be happy.”

“I’m not worried about winning,” Joel grumbled. “I’m worried about making an ass out of myself on live television!”

“Well, you’ll do better onstage tomorrow, if you get your rest tonight,” Niko yawned. “So….is there anything I can do to help?”

“I don’t know,” Joel muttered. “Tell me a bedtime story?”

“What, like you’re five?” Niko laughed.

“Never mind,” Joel grumbled, turning over on his side. “You’re always super confident about everything. You don’t know what’s it like.”

“Well, alright,” Niko suggested, “then how about I tell you a story, about a time I didn’t have the confidence to do something? I always regretted it.”

“Is this a true story?” Joel asked, rolling back, to look in Niko’s direction.

“Yeah, I’m serious,” Niko nodded. “This is something that happened, back when I was eighteen.”

“Bullshit - I knew you when you were eighteen,” Joel shook his head. “You were a cocky bastard, even back then.”

“Not all the time!” Niko insisted. “Do you want to hear the story, or not?”

“I’m listening,” Joel said, stretching out against his pillows. “Go ahead.”

“In 2013, I had a crush on this guy,” Niko began. “From the moment I met him, I knew he was something special. It was like, love at first sight.”

“That’s not real,” Joel scoffed.

“Is too!” Niko argued. “I felt it, man. I swear.”

“So, what did you do?” Joel asked curiously. “Did you ask for his number?”

“Nah,” Niko shook his head. “I was too scared, of messing up our friendship. I wasn’t even sure if he swung that way.”

“Oh, true,” Joel considered. “If he shot you down, it would’ve been really embarrassing.”

“Right. I was terrified!” Niko recalled, chuckling. “So, I asked Joonas what I should do.”

“Why Joonas?” Joel frowned. “You know, if you had come to me with your problem, I would’ve tried to help, too….”

“Well, uhh…,” Niko reddened. “Joonas had known the guy for a long time. So, I figured he would know if I had a shot or not.”

“Niko, we all went to the same high school!” Joel pointed out, still a little hurt that Niko hadn’t come to him for advice. “Is the guy someone I know, too?”

“Are you gonna let me tell the story, or not?” Niko pouted.

“Sorry,” Joel replied. “Go on.”

“So, Joonas told me to go for it,” Niko explained. “He suggested that I buy the guy flowers.”

“I’ve never gotten flowers from anyone in my life,” Joel confessed. “That’s normally a gift people give to women, y’know?”

“Exactly,” Niko nodded. “That was his logic. Nobody had ever given the guy a bouquet before, so he would be impressed, and think it was special.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Joel shrugged.

“So, one day, on my way home from band practice, I bought a dozen roses at the supermarket,” Niko went on. “Red ones. Really fucking pretty.”

“And what did he say, when you gave them to him?” Joel asked.

“That’s where I screwed up,” Niko frowned. “It snowed that night. But, I still trudged through the cold, on foot, with my stupid bouquet, all the way to his house.”

“And then…?” Joel asked, in suspense.

“I couldn’t fucking knock,” Niko admitted, looking ashamed. “I was standing right outside his house. And I couldn’t make myself knock on his door. I was too scared. What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if confessing my feelings, made him hate me?”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t hate you,” Joel said softly.

“You don’t know that!” Niko snapped. “So….yeah. I left. I dropped the roses on the ground, and I took off. By morning, the bouquet probably got buried, under all the snow. I’m sure he never even saw it.”

“That was it?” Joel realized, eyes wide. “You never told him how you felt?”

“No,” Niko said sadly. “Joonas asked me how it went. I lied and told him I got rejected. That was easier, than admitting I never even had the balls to try.”

“I’m sorry that happened,” Joel said sympathetically. “But…it was years ago, right? I’m sure you’re over that guy by now.”

“Well, I…I don’t know,” Niko stammered, his cheeks turning red. “Sometimes, I still wish I could go on a date with that guy. Just once.”

“Then, you should ask him out on a date!” Joel encouraged. “You’re a confident, cool rock star now, right? So, if you guys are still friends, why don’t you send him a text? I mean, the worst he can say is no.”

“I can’t text him,” Niko shook his head.

“Dude, come on!” Joel scoffed. “You expect me to be brave enough, to sing onstage tomorrow, in front of all of Finland. But you’re not even brave enough, to text one guy, who you’ve had a crush on since high school?!”

“I can’t text him,” Niko said, in the quietest possible voice, “because we’re in the same room.”

“What?” Joel blinked.

“….You heard me,” Niko blushed, staring down at the floor.

“Are you saying…it’s me?!” Joel gasped. “I’m the guy you bought flowers for?”

“Yes, so fucking reject me properly this time, so I can finally move on with my life!” Niko shouted.

“Keep your voice down,” Joel shushed him. “It’s one in the fucking morning.”

He got out of bed, and went to sit beside Niko. He took the brunette’s shaking hands, in his own.

“Niko,” Joel whispered. “Look at me.”

Green eyes hesitantly stared into blue.

“I’m not going to reject you,” Joel smiled. “I would actually love to go on a date with you.”

“What?” Niko’s jaw dropped. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Joel grinned. “C’mere.”

He grabbed Niko by the collar of his pajama shirt, and pulled him into a kiss.

Niko’s lips were so soft. But, his hands were rough, as he pulled Joel closer. Their kiss deepened as they collapsed against the pillows, all their nervousness about the next day forgotten.

[teashadephoenix]

Me reading a really good book: god this makes me wanna write

Me reading a really bad book: ugh this makes me wanna write

Me having coffee: i wanna write

Me going on a drive: i wanna write

Me doing the dishes: i wanna write

Me waking up: i wanna write

Me writing:

[lillagrim]

[ukulelekatie]

You’ve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! It’s when you think of an idea for a fic and then don’t write it

[romanimp]

#not to brag but im so fckn good at this

[rpf-bat]

Flufftober Drabbles, Day 9: Game Day (Sports)

Today it’s Joel/Aleksi again. It’s 583 words. 🏒

“Thanks for coming over,” Joel grinned, as he opened the door to his apartment.

“Thanks for inviting me,” Aleksi grinned back as he walked into the living room. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was terrible.”

Joel’s TV was already tuned in to the live footage of the hockey game. Today, Oulun Kärpät were facing off against HIFK (the team from Helsinki).

“Who are you rooting for?” Aleksi asked, as Joel handed him a beer.

“Is that even a question?” Joel snorted.

“Well, you’re from Oulu,” Aleksi shrugged, “But, you’ve lived in Helsinki for years now.”

“Of course I’m cheering for Kärpät!” Joel cried. “You’d better be, too.”

“Did you forget I’m from southern Finland?” Aleksi chuckled as he sipped from the bottle.

“So, what - you’re rooting for HIFK?” Joel realized, looking shocked.

“My dad and I have been HIFK fans my whole life,” Aleksi confessed.

“Traitor,” Joel rolled his eyes. “Kärpät will crush them today, for sure.”

“Wanna bet?” Aleksi smirked, his eyes glimmering with mischief.

“Sure, I’ll make a bet with you,” Joel nodded, as he turned the volume up. “How much do you want to bet on your team? Twenty euro?”

“I don’t want money,” Aleksi shook his head. “Let’s bet on something more interesting.”

“What did you have in mind?” Joel asked, raising an eyebrow.

“How about…,” Aleksi grinned wickedly. “If your team loses, you have to do one thing that I command?”

“And if my team wins, you have to take one command from me?” Joel guessed.

“Yeah,” Aleksi nodded. “But, HIFK won’t lose.”

“We’ll see!” Joel laughed. “I’ll take that bet!”

They shook on it, before turning their attention to the television. It was the final third, and score was even so far - both teams had scored five goals each. HIFK were in possession of the puck.

“Go, Jääskä!” Aleksi cheered, recognizing a familiar forward. “Get it into the net!”

“No!” Joel cried, screaming in turn at the Kärpät goalie. “Blomqvist, stop him!”

He glanced anxiously at the clock. There were only seconds left in the game.

Juha Jääskä shot the puck across the ice. It slid past Joel Blomqvist’s skates, into the goalpost.

“GOAAAAL!” the announcer cried enthusiastically. “Time is up - HELSINKI WINS!”

“YEAH!” Aleksi whooped, pumping his fists into the air.

“Nooo,” Joel moaned, burying his head in his hands.

Aleksi couldn’t resist a laugh, as he picked up the remote, and turned the TV off.

“….Alright,” Joel sighed after a moment, picking his head up, “A bet is a bet. I lost. So, what do you want me to do? Wash your car? Buy you lunch?”

“No, nothing like that,” Aleksi shook his head.

“Then, what?” Joel asked.

“What I’d like,” Aleksi smirked, “is for you to kiss me.”

“Huh?” Joel blushed. He hadn’t been expecting this. “….Why?”

“Why?” Aleksi repeated, chuckling. “Because you’re cute, silly.”

“I am?” Joel blinked, looking even more confused.

“Well…,” Aleksi frowned, realizing he might have made a mistake, “if…if you really don’t want to, Joel, of course I’ll pick something else.”

“I want to,” Joel clarified. “To be honest…I’ve wanted to for a while. I just never thought you would want me back.”

He wasted no more time fulfilling Aleksi’s command. He leaned in, and pressed his lips to the DJ’s. Fuck. They were so soft.

Aleksi’s hand came up, and found the back of Joel’s head. He pulled him closer, not wanting the kiss to end.

All thoughts of who had lost or won were immediately forgotten.

[milirii]

"In bed at 2am, blissfully drowsy" and "You smell nice" with Olli/Allu? 🖤 Since people say Olli smells really good and Allu had a nose perfect for sniffing 😄

Hello! I have not forgotten these even tho it might seem like it 😂 This is kind of prology for the other Aleksi/Olli fic I made for this same game, but I am publishing this on my phone and can't be bothered to link the first one in this too 😅 maybe later! But anyway, enjoy this ❤️

Words: 1228, fluff, implied sexual content (i think? Just to be safe?)

****

Warm embrace around his middle and nose pressed against Olli's neck made Aleksi sigh quietly and wrap his arms a bit more strongly around Olli’s shoulders. To keep him there and not let him draw away too quickly. He was back home now.

“I am so happy you are feeling better. It felt horrible to just leave you there.” Aleksi felt how Olli mumbled against his own shoulder and lifted his hand to Olli’s curls to give his scalp gentle scratches. He wanted to assure Olli everything was good.

“It wasn’t too bad. Honestly. I wasn’t terribly sick and you and others really made sure I didn’t feel abandoned. It was just sad that I missed the Whisky A Go Go.”

Olli lifted his head slightly and Aleksi felt how Olli’s lips curled to a smile against his neck.

“We will go there again and make sure you’ll be with us.”

Aleksi felt the drop in his stomach, it felt almost like a kiss, when Olli’s lips opened slightly while he talked. He didn’t even want to really admit it to himself how much he would have hoped for it to be a kiss. Blushing he drew away from Olli’s embrace and with a slight smile for him, he turned to hug Santeri, who had patiently waited his turn.

****

Olli had never looked as good. Red cheeks, bass still hanging on his shoulder, curls wild and some random golden strands stuck on his sweaty forehead and neck, eyes shining with excitement and tears, dimples on his cheeks and widest smile on his lips. Chest heaving alongside his panting. The previous show had already made Aleksi feel beyond tipsy, but Olli’s mere presence made him properly drunk. The sight made his heart beat extra rhythms and brain to give him the stupidest ideas. He would seriously explode with feeling so much pride, awe and love if he didn’t act out soon. And then Olli turned to look at him, the smile on his lips so happy and the look in his eyes inviting. His whole being was so open, so unusually free and so Olli. It was like looking him totally bare of any filters or masks, just a momentarily every feeling was there to be seen if one just paid enough attention and Aleksi was paying. How could he not do so, Olli was glowing and Aleksi had never loved so much.

It took only three hurried steps to get across the backstage area, two heartbeats to gently lift the bass guitar over Olli’s head and to hand it to whoever happened to be the closest and only one look in Olli’s darkened eyes for Aleksi to cup his face and crash their lips together in lustful, passionate kiss. It was hungry right from the start, Olli snaked his fingers under Aleksi’s loose shirt and his touch was burning Aleksi’s skin, making him moan in the open mouthed kiss and slide his hands in Olli’s sweaty curls.

Some small coherent part in Aleksi’s brain was screaming at them to stop in this instant and leave to their hotel room before going any further. But he didn’t want to stop, he had waited long enough already. Luckily it seemed that Olli had more self-control, or that he had heard Aleksi’s brain and decided to silence it himself since Aleksi was not going to do so. In Aleksi’s slightly hysteric mind the latter seemed like the most believable explanation of why Olli insistently made them part. Only mere centimeters, but still. He could still feel the warmness emanating from Olli, how his hot breath tickled Aleksi’s lips and jaw, how the electricity sparkled in every heated look and in every spot they were touching each other.

“Not in here Allu.” He whispered in between panting and Aleksi gathered the crumbles of his self-control to give him a nod in return. “Then take me somewhere else.”

Olli swallowed and nodded hurriedly, before giving him one more kiss.

****

Aleksi dropped his head against the pillow and whined when he felt Olli getting up. He made his best effort to prevent that from happening, trying to grab Olli's arm, but since he could only barely lift his own limbs, he wasn't very successful.

"I'll be back in a moment, don't worry", Olli said softly and true to his words, soon Aleksi felt the bed dipping under Olli's weight again. Aleksi opened his eyes to look how gently Olli wiped off all evidence of their earlier activities and when he went to bring the towel back in the bathroom, Aleksi took a look at his phone. It seemed they wouldn't be getting too much sleep tonight. Then Olli was back and he joined Aleksi in the bed again. Aleksi put his phone back down, opened his arms and sighed happily when Olli snuggled up against his chest and wrapped his arms around Aleksi' middle. Aleksi's own hands drew incoherent patterns to Olli's back, felt the pumps of his spine and traced again the same paths his fingers had found earlier. Now without hurry or blinding lust. No, now he was memorising them, admiring and loving. Wondering how something this perfect was currently laying in his arms.

Aleksi bowed his face a little to give Olli's temple a kiss and then buried his nose in his sweaty curls. "You smell good. How can you smell this good after the show and sex?" Aleksi mumbled to Olli's skin. Olli smiled against his chest, which made butterflies go crazy in Aleksi's stomach.

"It is just afterglow and post-gig-high that makes you think that."

Aleksi shook his head insistently and with some unexpected force managed to turn them around to snuggle to Olli's neck. "You always smell so good."

Olli pressed Aleksi more firmly against himself and spoke straight to his ear, making shivers run down Aleksi's spine. "Really? How long have you been observing?"

Aleksi decided that he wanted to have the following conversation when looking at Olli's eyes and lift himself to lean on his elbows. He looked down at Olli's blissful face, drowsy eyes and softly smiling lips. "Too long. Months. Way before the Christmas tour, maybe from the end of the summer already."

Olli lifted himself up enough to capture Aleksi's lips in a deep kiss. "We are idiots", he said after the kiss broke and continued when Aleksi gave him the questioning look. "You have been everything I have been able to think for a couple of months already. But… I guess I was too shy to ask you out and then America happened and it didn't seem like a good idea to ask you here if you'd turn me down. It would have just made everything hard."

Aleksi nodded, it was a very valid explanation. Even more so when he had been afraid to do the first move too.

"But we did it now? Is this what you want to do? Are we dating now or was this just a one time thing?"

Olli looked suddenly shy and Aleksi lifted his hand to trace gently his cheekbone. "I would like to date. I can't take it if this was just a one time thing. I need to see what we can have together."

"Me too, we will continue together now", Aleksi pressed his forehead against Olli's and gave him the sweetest kiss.

[milirii]

I have doctor Niko/Joel brainworms now because of you. But like Niko who makes sure Joel is healthy with eating, giving him great tips because there’s a lot he doesn’t like, and whenever Niko is not working night shifts, he stays over at Joel’s because then he sleeps better, but he never gives Joel a hard time for his habits, just maybe nudges him not to drink that tenth cup of coffee of the day. And even though he’s teasing he just as much likes caring for his boyfriend😊 And maybe Joel likes bun Niko with a coat just as much as us😳 Or maybe he even takes some fear off Joel towards doctors (for sure would help me)

I am so happy that brainworms got you too! 👀 I haven't been able to think anything else since that story came out of my head!

But oh, these are so cute ideas 🥺❤️ he would definitely be the caring boyfriend spiced up with some teasing manners (and bun and white coat 👀) and take care of Joel in a way that doesn't make Joel feel like child. ❤️ And it is two way road, Joel would help Niko to relax when work is hectic and he has hard time forgetting some poor patient he doesn't know how to help or who he couldn't help at all. 🥺

And Niko would definitely help Joel come over his fear of doctors at least little bit! Who could stay afraid of someone with soft bun (totally askew after some.. physical therapy session) and friendly, sunshine smile. And white coat turns out to be just hot on him and not scary 👀

[milirii]

hey! can i ask you for a Niko/Joel (since ive noticed its one of your faves!) with whatever emojis you like best?!

Yes you can! I used random emoji generator for the emojis and got 🙄🏥🏐. And then made the absolute superior decision to write this at uni and got some VERY good mental images in my mind 😳

Anyway, this is last emoji-drabble for now! Thank you everyone who sent these and sorry that last ones took so long ❤️ and I hope you like this anon!

Words: 311

****

“What did you do now?” 

Niko wasn’t even fully in the room when he asked and while Joel was actually happy that it was Niko who was seeing him this time and not someone random, he was instantly even more annoyed that Niko’s question implied that he visited the hospital regularly. 

“Wow, you are really becoming a very uptight doctor who is lacking basic manners and having their head up in their ass. Nice.” Joel grumbled back at him, not even trying to behave now that it was only Niko in the room with him. 

Niko rolled his eyes and sat opposite of Joel. “Sorry, why are you here? Again.” 

“I can’t just come to say hi to you?” Joel raised his eyebrow, doing his best to hide the obvious pain in his face. 

Niko squinted at him. “There are patients waiting for me, Joel. Tell me why you are here for real or go home and we can continue this chat when my shift ends.” 

Joel grunted and finally showed his arm to Niko. “We were playing volleyball and I fell on it.” 

Niko’s warm hands were on his skin immediately and Joel hissed when Niko tried to make him straighten or rotate the arm. 

“I don’t think it is broken, but we should maybe take an x-ray to be sure. Have you taken painkillers already or do you want me to give you something?” 

Joel nodded, “I took some like 20 minutes ago.” 

Niko smiled at him. “Good. Nurse will take you to the x-ray and I have to go, but I’ll see you in a while again, okay?” 

Joel was quick to grab Niko’s arm before he had a chance to move too far away from his reach. “Niko..?”

Niko understood without further words, gave a quick glance to the door and leaned down to peck Joel’s lips.