#Mil's drabble game fics

[bat-kidsarebi-kids]

22, 24, & 28 for the ask game please? <3

tauria hi!!! first of all let me say i did a flappy hands happy lil dance seeing this because i genuinely did not expect anyone to respond to the ask game. i am Thrilled. thank you <3

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

unfortunately, as much as i hate google ideologically, i am a google docs lad through and through. i just have like 1.5 mil words between all my writing & can't bring myself to spend days moving it all somewhere else when i genuinely (evil) like (evil) the (evil) gdocs (evil) interface (evil). i organize my works by fandom and have folders for each of my WIPs & another folder for various drabbles. both of my big WIPs have like. at least 30 documents each so i also have one document that puts them all in chronological order and links each fic so i don't have to sort through all those folders.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

hm. prep implies that i do this ahead of time and i Do Not. every in-depth long-ass WIP i have started out as like a 2k drabble and took on a life of its own. so i end up doing the organization and planning as i go. this also suggests i have Control over my stories and that is also not true. i am beholden to the Whims of my brain. all of this to say i rough out the plot & i have docs that organize timelines in a weird bastardized bullet point list sort of way. i tend to write my fics very out of order because the 'connecting' pieces in between are very hard for me and if i try to write everything chronologically nothing will ever be finished. i love following the joy. i hate writing the in between parts. i also hate making those plot diagrams and timelines, i find it tedious and my little brain goes humph. why am i doing this. i already know this why am i writing it down. but the thing is if i don't then when i inevitably accidentally take a 6-month hiatus from writing i won't remember anything.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

jason todd is my favorite character and roy harper is close behind. when i wrote Can I Help You Not To Hurt Anymore? and The Null HypotheCis back-to-back before returning to Jason and Roy's relationship in A City of Phantoms and Fistfights it felt like seeing an old friend for the first time in years. i feel like their chemistry writes itself and writing never feels more effortless than when i'm writing those idiots pining for each other. all of that being said the most delight i've ever felt while writing a character is the slade wilson i created for my Local Man Stans Bloodsoaked Stranger series. this is because he is a ginormous prick with a heart of gold silver bronze, maybe? LMSBS let me play with finding justifications for characters to behave very differently than they do in canon while challenging myself to still write them as in-character as possible (a Batman that kills, a roy that has his shit together, etc) which made space for a slade who has friends (but would never admit it). i am a goody-two-shoes in real life and i can't stand making anyone feel bad or being mean or rude, so writing him was definitely wish fulfillment for the snarky mean thing in me that wants to be let out of its cage every once in a while. i also love finding ways to say i love you, i trust you, i don't want a life without you in it without using those words because Slade Would Never, but exploring how he would go about making connections after losing his wife and kids was so fucking delightful.

thank you so much for sending me this ask!! please feel free to ask for any more if you'd like :)

[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.

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Niko/Joel

Situation: right before first kiss and sentence: “You’re stuck with me, like it or not.”

Heyyy, part 3 of my two part fic- game! I hope you are still there and you'll like this!

Niko/Joel, 24) Right before first kiss 37) You are stuck with me, like it or not.

Words: 1266, angst & fluff

“What's up?”

Joel leaned to the balcony railing and glanced at Niko. He could almost feel how Joel watched him. The look wasn't even worried or concerned, it was just heavy and too observant for Niko's liking. 

Despite his sour mood he tricked the smile on his face before answering. “Nothing much. Nice evening!”

“You are here alone watching the sunset?” Joel asked, as if making sure he had understood correctly why Niko preferred to spend his night outside in the chilly, late August night instead of playing Mario Kart with others. 

“You came here too, so no. Not alone.” Niko grinned back and lifted his beer to Joel, who lifted his left eyebrow before clicking his own can against Niko’s. They lapsed in silence. Lights from inside were lighting the darkening evening, heat from the day before was faintly trying to cling to the air, but it was evident that it would be gone soon. 

Joel shifted in his place and Niko was just waiting for him to open the discussion he had obviously come outside for. He had dodged Joel and others the whole day, seeing the concern and unasked questions in their eyes, but he had not felt like stopping to talk. He could have maybe escaped now too, by saying it is too cold or that he needed another beer or that he had left Rommi alone for too long and had to leave. 

But part of him didn’t want to leave. That part which yearned Joel’s closeness and undivided attention. The part that wanted to take Joel’s hand and never let go again. The part that wanted to fuel further Joel’s passions and craziest ideas and hold him together when yet another setback dropped him from his highest fantasies and dreams. And maybe sometimes let himself curl in Joel’s arms to heal his own wounds and insecurities. And this time that part won the urge to flee. 

“Niko?” Joel had apparently finally gotten bored with the silence Niko thought and hummed him the sign that he was listening. 

“What are you thinking? You have been weird since that email.” 

What was he thinking? Niko locked his gaze to the top of the empty flagpole and watched how the last remnants of the sunlight reflected from it. If he pushed Joel out of his mind, there was only one thought. 

Maybe you should try without the rapper? Rap is not really big at the moment and we could maybe start discussing the deal without it.

Maybe without the rapper.

Without the rapper.

Ditch the rapper.

Ditch Niko.

Niko bit his lip and tipped his head downwards. “What are you thinking about it?”

Joel fixed his position against the rail and leaned more to it. Niko counted Joel’s breaths before he opened his mouth. There were five breath-ins. 

“I think they should go fuck themselves and not tell us what to do.” 

Niko had waited to hear that. Deep inside he even agreed, but one could only take so many hits before starting to believe that him being a rapper meant no place in a band. Hadn’t he seen that already in highschool? Seemed like he didn’t learn the lesson then and was getting a revision of it now. 

“You didn’t answer me. Niko?” 

“Should I drop off? You could make it big without me.” Niko asked quietly. He kept his voice even, almost conversational and was proud of not showing how much the mere thought hurt. 

“I could make other stuff, be part of the crew and make my own music on the side. Be your biggest fan.” He tried to give Joel a playful grin, but the look on Joel’s face made it melt away and instead he found he was trying to swallow the lump in his throat. 

“Fucking no! Niko what the hell, of course you are not going anywhere. We are not letting you. As a matter of fact, if you leave, I will leave too. And I am sure others will follow. You can’t escape us.” Joel’s voice was shocked and almost angry. 

“What if I want to try to make it alone? You’ll sound great without me.” Niko was not even sure what he was hoping for Joel to say. Joel would be right to agree with him and Niko would never forgive himself if he stayed and they would never make it. But also he silently begged Joel to disagree and let him try to make his position in the band work. Only one more chance, Niko would not ask more. 

“With all due respect towards your wishes, but I am not letting you go. If you are not on the stage with me, I will not go there either. We have two singers and a rapper in this band. Period.”

Niko wiped his eyes quickly when he felt slight burning in them and exhaled. Joel had come closer and his shoulder leaned against Niko’s, the warmth and pressure making tears well in Niko’s eyes even more insistently and he tried to blink them away. The job became impossible when Joel came even closer, threw his hand over his shoulders and leaned his forehead to the side of Niko’s head to mumble in his ear. “You hear me? You are part of us, everyone has to fight me first if they want to get rid of you and after me there is Joonas, Olli and Tommi. Only over our dead bodies.” 

Tears rolled down his cheeks now and he was crying for all those times he had not been good enough to get in the band in the first place. And he cried for this one band that had adopted him and he cried because they wanted to still keep him even when they were told to not do so. And he cried a little because Joel smelled so good and had wrapped his arms around him when Niko had turned to hide his face against Joel’s chest. 

“Why?” He asked when most of the tears had been cried into Joel’s hoodie. 

Joel was silent for a long time. The quietness stretched to its limits and Niko waited anxiously for what Joel was about to say. He stepped back a little, to give him a space, but Joel grabbed his arm and looked at his eyes. 

“I…” Joel took a deep breath and started again. “I care for you way too much to watch you walk away. If you do that, I will follow. You are stuck with me, want it or not.” Joel evidently tried to sound like he was joking, but Niko had heard the essential message anyway. His heart started to pound so loudly he wondered if Joel heard it too. And when Joel dropped the hold he still had on his arm and started to walk back inside, Niko realised he had just stood there and said nothing. Quickly he took hold of the back of Joel’s hoodie and prevented him from leaving. 

“Wait, you care about me? Like… like friends or like –” 

Niko sighed in the kiss and held on for dear life. Joel’s lips felt a little dry, there was light stubble scraping against Niko’s chin and the kiss itself was all Niko had hoped it would be. Gentle at first and more demanding when Niko wrapped his arms around Joel’s shoulders and pulled the hair tie away to let the ponytail fall apart. He slid his fingers in Joel’s hair to keep him in place. 

“No, not like friends.” Joel panted against his lips when they broke apart.

[milirii]

Oooooh drabble games!! I'd like some Allu/Olli with situation #6 and sentence #33 please 🥰

Now we finally begin with the prompts! 🥰

6) In bed at 2am, blissfully drowsy 33) It’s too hot.

Words: 1155, just cute and fluffy

Aleksi collapsed on his bed and let the feeling of ultimate relaxation wash over him. Sauna made everything better, he felt cleaner than in months and he had missed the feeling of heated mist that rose from the sauna stove to gently burn his skin. It was like the whole tour's worth of grime would have been rinsed away. And clean sheets on top if that? He was in heaven.

And speaking of heaven, he slightly opened his eyes when another presence joined him in the room and sat down on the edge of his bed. Close enough to radiate heat from the sauna warmed skin and Aleksi couldn’t help but smile when warm fingers scratched fondly at his belly and then slipped down to the bed. Olli leaned over him and bumped their noses together before pressing a small kiss to his lips. Aleksi couldn’t believe his luck.

He shifted a bit to give Olli some room to lay himself down next to him and Olli did just that and flopped down on the moomin sheets. Aleksi propped himself up on his elbow, Olli relaxed against the pillows and breathed out blissfully. Aleksi’s hand found its way up to Olli’s chest and he traced the line up the sternum and dipped his thumb lightly at the hollow of Olli’s throat before continuing his way along the collarbone towards Olli’s left shoulder. He liked touching his boyfriend. Loved to show his appreciation and adoration with physical contact and make Olli feel loved and noticed. Like he was the most important thing in the universe. And in Aleksi's universe, he really was. The center, the definition of everything good and the force that kept his world together and moving.

“Do you think we should open the window at night?” He asked quietly as if to not break the peaceful and drowsy atmosphere with something so mundane as to worry about the room's temperature. But also: the room was not really big, the sauna warmed the apartment and there would be two people in a too small bed. It would get too warm.

Olli shook his head at Aleksi’s proposition and yawned. “It is raining and the night temperature isn’t very high anyway. We will just get cold. We can't get sick right before summer festivals."

“I could keep you warm.” Aleksi settled back to lay down and leaned his chin to Olli’s right shoulder. He blew gently at his neck and Olli giggled little.

“You can keep me warm without the window open,” Olli smiled at him and then fished his phone from the bedside table to set the alarm. “If we fall asleep right now, we will get six hours of sleep.”

“Better try to sleep then.” Aleksi reached for a good night's kiss and Olli gave him several, before they settled to lay in each other's arms.

Aleksi was really tired. Of course he was, touring first America and then Europe came with a sleep debt that wasn’t paid back with only one night’s sleep. Not even a week or month were probably enough. But he still couldn’t close his eyes and fall asleep. Not just yet. He wanted to cherish this little moment of peace and memorise it. How good it felt to let his tired limbs relax and press heavily against the mattress. And how soft the blanket felt, how it smelled like fabric softener and how it looked so snuggly wrapped around Olli. How his tired head got a moment of peace in the silence of his apartment. He finally had some time and space to think.

So much had happened. In the middle of their America tour he had gotten sick and missed a couple of shows. Olli had kept texting him the whole time (in tow of Joel and others. Joel was texting a lot. And still Olli somehow managed to outdo him.) and kept him company, made sure he drank enough liquids, ate something and rested. And told everything about their shows afterwards, Aleksi felt almost like he had been there with them and it eased a little his longing and sadness.

After he got back, Olli had hugged him a bit longer than others and with a bit more force. Aleksi had clinged on him too and breathed in the familiar scent of him to assure himself that he had gotten back and was not alone in huge America anymore. They hadn’t left each other the whole evening and even stayed up later together to wash away the longing and missing.

It had taken some weeks more and one headline show in New York for them to confess that behind all the cuddling, seemingly innocent and accidental touches and long looks might be something deeper.

It had been after they had gotten down the stage of their headline show. Adrenaline rushed their veins and made them fly higher than skies and they kissed. It wasn’t sweet or shy. It was so unlike them that it made Aleksi wonder how high they had really been that night. It was bold, brave and straightforward. So full of feelings that just thinking back at it made Aleksi breathless and too hot in his skin. It made him want to do it again. To push Olli against the nearest wall and touch everything at once. To recreate that night in their hotel room…

And… yeah Aleksi felt way too hot. He rolled to his back and away from Olli’s heat and kicked the covers away. He reached his phone from the table and checked the time. 2.30. Only five and half hours to sleep.

“Olli..” He whispered. Olli grunted in response and shifted a bit closer. They hadn’t shared too many beds in their time together, yet, but Aleksi could still tell that the other was not asleep. “Olli, could we maybe open the window? It is way too hot to sleep like this.” He reached to brush curls that had stuck to Olli’s forehead and stroked a little the space between Olli’s eyebrows with his thumb.

“It is cold outside..” Olli mumbled and opened his eyes slightly.

“And it's hot inside. Olli please, we can’t cuddle if we don’t get some cooler air in here and I want to sleep in your arms. Please?” Aleksi kept stroking at Olli’s hair and after Olli finally nodded at him, dived to peck his lips. “Thank you dear!”

He climbed over Olli and cracked the window open. The cool spring air felt good against his sweaty skin and he stood by the window for a moment.

“You promised cuddles. Come back..” Olli called him and Aleksi took only a moment more to breathe the night air in his lungs and smiled happily at the world outside the window. He had everything and when he returned to his place between the wall and Olli’s chest, he was sure that nothing was missing. Nothing.

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Okay, what can you do out of 32&4 with Niko/Olli? 🥰

Uuugh this took long. And I feel so bad to inform you all that the pace is probably not going to get much faster 😅​ Hopefully you like this! ❤️​

Niko/Olli, 32) Date night gone wrong 4) A cup of coffee would be nice.

Words: 2022, bit angst, bit fluff, meantion of panic attack, pre-relationship

Niko was romantic in heart and storyteller in mind. Two combined made him a daydreamer who built up his cloud castles and got lost in the hallways and towers. 

Niko was also realistic. Or so he liked to call himself. Joonas demanded that the correct term was pessimist. But how could anyone keep up the faithful spirit when one cloud tower after another got crumbling down. No, Niko had learned that daydreams were just that, daydreams. Stories that kept him going and gave him a place to go and recharge once in a while. Nothing to copy into real life.  

Once in a while he tried to rebuild some of the towers and this time Joonas had even helped him with building by promising to set him up with “a great guy! He is a friend of mine who is also looking for a relationship and I am sure you'd get along well! Please even try Niko! It doesn't even have to lead anywhere, just go and meet him. For me.” Niko had agreed, even though blind date had never been on his list of preferred first meetings, he would have loved to meet his special human in surprising and sponeus way. To accidentally grab the same book at a library with him or to literally bumb in to someone and then either help them up or let them help him up. Not like this blindly setted up date where the atmosphere was already filled with anticipations and pressure probably in both sides and the guy hasn't even showed up yet.

Niko sighed when he looked at the clock, his date was 15 minutes late already and Niko had gotten second thoughts. The waiting was horrible and made him regret agreeing in the first place. He should have known he would just get his heart broken a little more by the whole thing. 

Nervously Niko fixed his hair and contemplated if he should tie it up instead of letting it fall down his back. At least he should have curled it a bit. He tried to reflect himself through a phone screen and brushed his hand through the long strands, trying to see what part of his appearance had possibly driven away his date before he had even gotten properly in at the restaurant. Maybe the eyeliner had been too much? Maybe black button down was too plain a choice? Should he have styled it with some jewelleries? Why hadn’t he asked Joonas what to wear?

20 minutes had passed. 

****

It was already 45 minutes past the time Joonas had told him. He watched people coming in and dropped his gaze to his water glass when the last one sitting alone (alongside Niko) got their company and they started to softly speak to each other while examining the menus. The soft smiles and brief and gentle touches hurt Niko’s heart and he focused even more intently on just his water. 

Niko gulped the water down. He should make decisions soon. Either to leave and look like a loser who waited almost an hour for the date who didn't arrive or to order something and while still looking like a loser, at least he would eat well. 

He bit his lip and lifted his eyes to look at the clock on the other side of the room. 50 minutes had gone by and he was hungry. He would have to buy food for himself anyway so could as well eat here and spent the rest of the night miserable and feeling sorry for himself. At least his belly would be full and he could finally order something with promilles.

Maybe he had been lucky that the guy didn't show up. Maybe he would have been creepy and possessive and strange in a bad way.

Niko signed at the waiter and was only slightly disappointed when he didn't even get the hot curly headed one to his table to ease his suffering. Nothing was going as he would liked them to...

****

Poosu: Hey, can you see a pretty, long haired man sitting alone in the restaurant? 

Olli: Yep I saw him. Why? Is he a friend of yours? 

Olli had observed the guy the whole evening, while serving dishes to others. He was absolutely beautiful. Olli wanted to expand his observation to a physical examination and run his fingers through the melted milk chocolate coloured hair and look straight at sad eyes and see the exact color of them. He would have liked to roll the man's shirt sleeves more up to get a good look at the tattoos showing underneath and trace his fingers along the lines drawn with ink. He wanted to cup the man's soft cheeks and stroke the warm skin with his thumbs before testing if the man's lips were really made for kissing. They certainly looked like it. 

If he would have been brave enough, he would have sat down opposite of him and asked why he was sitting alone. 

Poosu: HA! I told Joel you’d know who I am referring to just by describing him as pretty! Yes he is a friend of mine! I set him up for a blind date, but the date just informed me that he is not coming… Can you tell me how miserable he looks already so I can decide the best way to tell him that? 

Olli snorted and blushed a little. Joonas knew his type well enough to know that the guy had attracted his attention the moment he had stepped in. And after reading the rest of the message, he was not sure how he should feel. He was happy, oh so happy that the dreamy man was apparently single and looking for a relationship. And he was happy that whoever Joonas had planned for him was “him” and also a little happy that he was not going to show up. And at the same time he felt so sorry for the guy. He looked so sad, just sitting there and eating alone, that Olli wanted to hug him. And somewhere deep he felt a little betrayed by Joonas that he had not thought about Olli when setting his friend up with someone. 

Olli: I am so close to going to him and apologising on behalf of the idiot who didn't show up. He looks crushed. :( 

Poosu: … :( Poor Niko. I wanted for him to have something good in his life for change, but this is only adding to his bad luck… 

Olli considered the situation. His shift had ended and he needed to only change and then he could go to talk with Niko. If he dared to. And since Niko already made his heart ache in so many different ways, the decision was not that hard to make. He wanted, no, actually he needed to see that pretty face lit up with a smile. Not clouded with that broken expression. 

Olli: What kind of person is he? 

Olli: Niko I mean. Not the jackass who made him sit alone in here for nothing. 

Joonas did quick work writing an answer. 

Poosu: He is sweet, fun, creative, nerdy and romantic. Pretty smart, pain in the ass sometimes and dreamer in main. Musical cat dad with a big heart who raps made up lyrics while playing classical piano pieces. Actually he is dumbass, but I love him still <3 

Olli's heart made a little jolt. Niko sounded like he wasn't even real. Just a whole man knitted out of his sweetest hopes and daydreams.

Poosu: Aaw I hate that I have to tell him the bad news :'( he doesn't deserve them! 

Olli thought everything out last time. 

Olli: Would I maybe have a chance with him? 

****

Olli spent so long staring at himself from the mirror, trying to make himself look less tired and more attractive, that when he finally left the changing room, he was worried that Niko had already left the restaurant. Part of him almost hoped that he would have. Then he could just tell Joonas that he couldn't talk with Niko because he was not there anymore and not because he couldn't get the words out of his mouth. 

Luckily (or maybe unluckily, Olli guessed he was about to find out), Niko was still there, nursing the remnants of his wine. Olli gulped and almost escaped back down the stairs he had just climbed up. His phone binged and it gave Olli an excuse to hold back a little while longer. 

Poosu: Just go for it! Niko is seriously so nice and not half as gloomy as he probably looks like. You come along with Joel, you can definitely handle Niko. 

The nerves squeezed Olli’s lungs and he was sure he was about to make a fool of himself by fainting in front of Niko because of too shallow breathing. 

Poosu: Lycka till!! <33

He forced himself to take a deep breath and then switched his brain off and made a figurative jump. He grabbed the strap of his backpack and walked towards Niko’s table. He swallowed, licked his dry lips and then managed to breathe out a simple: “Hi!” 

Niko lifted his face from his wine glass. His confused face, slight frown and questioning eyes were so cute that Olli wanted to just turn around and go back to the changing room to process in peace. And then Niko talked, although it was only the mirrored “Hi”, and Olli wanted to hear more of his voice. 

“I am a friend of Joonas’ and he told me you are not probably having the best night, so I thought I could maybe try to change that.” He started to blabber, like always when he got too nervous to handle it.

Niko’s eyes got a tad more sour look when he asked: “Are you the one I should have had a date with?” 

“No! Although I wouldn’t mind being your date…” Olli realised what his brain to mouth filter had just let through and felt how his cheeks flamed. He heard his heart pounding in his ears and it almost covered his own voice when he tried to save the situation. “...I… I mean that you are very pretty and… and Joonas had told me about you and you seem cool and maybe you’d like to get coffee with me sometimes…” 

Olli’s voice got quieter at the end. He felt seriously like suffocating now, he didn’t dare to look even in the direction of Niko and the blood was still rushing in his ears, making everything sound muffled. When he was sure he was about to pass out, he felt a light touch through the fabric of his hoodie. Warm hand guided him to sit down and grounded Olli from his panic enough for him to realise that Niko was trying to talk to him. “Hey, everything is okay, just sit down and breathe. It’s alright!” 

Niko’s eyes were warm and friendly when Olli finally looked at him. 

“Are you okay?” Niko asked, his hand not leaving Olli’s upper arm and Olli gave him a little nod. 

“So who of Joonas’ friends are you?” 

“My name is Olli.” 

“Oh! Joonas has talked about you!” Niko’s eyes got a little wide and Olli wondered later that night when he was already in bed if he had seen correctly that Niko’s cheeks had gotten a faint shade of red. 

Niko’s arm had dropped to rest on top of the table and the hand had left Olli’s arm. He missed the light pressure of the touch and decided to be brave enough to ask again. In case Niko had not either catched the question earlier or not taken it seriously. “So… would you be up for maybe a cup of coffee? With me?”

Niko’s smile was careful and it made butterflies in Olli’s stomach go wild. “A cup of coffee would be nice.” 

****

“How is it going in your little puppet show?” Joel asked and tried to peek at Joonas' phone screen. Joonas leaned his head at Joel's shoulder and grinned. “Oh Niko’s “spontaneous and romantic first meeting” is going just like I planned it.” Then he showed the latest message from Olli to Joel. 

Olli: I HAVE A DATE TOMORROW, HELP?!!

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How about (t)twins in situation 24 with phrase 37?

Hey! I have finished my fourth fic and this grew so long that I didn't want to put it on tumblr and I instead published it on ao3. (It is for registered users only, let me know if you can't read it dear anon and I'll change the settings <3)

This fic is inspired by Moomin story, Ninny the invisible child. The draft has been on my fic folder ages and now I saw a good chance to use it. I hope you'll like it!

Joonas/Joel, 24) Right before a passionate/first kiss 37)You’re stuck with me, like it or not.

Words: 3205, hurt/comfort, happy ending

You can find the fic behind the link: Invisible Joel