#awww so springtime!!

[redheadspark]

Hey !!! Can I pls ask for azriel fic with #15 I think it would be so cute and wholesome ❤️❤️❤️

A/N - CCUUUTTTEEE! Thanks for requesting this, friend! This is great for Azriel!

Softie

Summary - Azriel is taught the simpler joys of bubbles

Warnings - just some fluff ;)

"Come on, Nyx! Like this, see?"

Nyx giggled and clapped as Cassian blew a big bubble from his spot, sending several bubbles up into the air as the winter winds were picking up to send the bubbles out and away. Cassian chuckled as he dipped the wand back into the solution to blow some more bubbles for his nephew that was perched in his lap. You were accompanying them since your mate and Cassian's mate would rather be inside by the roaring fire than enjoy the spring-fallen snow in Velaris.

After the winter winds came through and brought a storm along with it, Spring finally started in Night Court. Although snow was still common in the very early springtime, it wasn't as bad or chilling as it was in the winter. The snow was actually fluffier and gentler to the touch, which was perfect for you and Cassian to take your nephew out into the snow as his mother and father were busy in meetings and were tied up for the afternoon.

You loved watching Nyx, being his favorite babysitter apart from his Aunt Nesta and Aunt Elaine. But Elaine was with her fiance Lucriene in Autumn Court planning their wedding and Nesta was not too fond of the chilling snow. So you ventured out with Cassian, the pair of you not minding the cold as you had Nyx bundled in warm clothes.

"You can do it, Nyx!" You said to your young nephew as you held the wand to his lips, seeing you look determined as he tried to blow. He spate mostly but a few bubbles came out. Both you and Cassian cheered, knowing Nyx would love the praise as he shrieked.

"Awww, what a cute little bunch!" You and Cassian looked as Nesta and your mate, Azriel, poked their heads out from inside the House of Wind. Nyx grinned at his Aunt, grabbing at her with his fingers.

"Nesta! Nesta!" He said in earnest, "Bubbles, Nesta!"

"Yeah, babe! Come join us with a bubble session," Cassian said, "Unless you're too cool to play with your husband, sister in law and nephew,"

"I doubt that is the reason, Cas," Azriel commented, Cassian flipping him off behind Nyx so Nyx could see. Now Nyx was seeing his Uncle, reaching for him now and grinning wide.

"Az! Unc Az!" He cried out for Azriel. Azriel, being the softie that he was for his Nephew, caved in and walked out into the small patch of snow that you were all playing in. He picked up Nyx, hearing him squeal as he was placed on Azriel's shoulders. Azriel moved him to show the entire city of Velaris below them, the rooftops covered in snow and some ice still being seen out on the ocean tops.

"One day you're gonna be in charge of this whole city, Nyx," Azriel said to Nyx as his nephew was grabbing at his dark hair.

"What a scary thought, knowing who his dad is," Cassian said with a snort as Nesta came out to sit next to him in the snow, shoving his shoulder.

"But a great thought, knowing who his mom is," She reminded him, then throwing some snow at his face and Cassian tackling her to get some snow down the back of her shirt. They were laughing and scowling at one another as you were watching your mate interact with your nephew.

Azriel was never a softie when it came to simpler things like this, not until Nyx was born. The little one had a hold on the Spymaster, whether Azriel liked it or not. Perhaps he saw the small boy he used to be in that little one when Nyx was first placed in his arms, or maybe he saw the innocence that was both infectious and endearing. Either way, Azriel loved Nyx.

Even more so when you would hold Nyx or rock him to sleep, Azriel watching with a smile on his lips while you took care of Nyx and showered him with love.

After Nyx was put to sleep one Spring night, Azriel snuck up behind you and wrapped you in his arms.

"I want one," he said against your neck, you chuckled as you patted his arm.

"All in due time, Az." You reassured him, feeling him poke your side and you quietly smacking his arm.

Quietly you blew a few more bubbles, seeing them float up in the air and over in the direction of Nyx and his Uncle. Nyx saw the bubbles, babbling as he was trying to catch the bubbles himself. Azriel merely chuckled, popping a few with his free hand and then looking behind him to see you holding the wand. You both winked at one another, not needing to say a thing.

The perfect snow day with your nephew.

The End.

Spring Prompt Session

[hoshizora-the-yume]

Can I request a plantonic for yuki doji with an onmyoji reader

𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐧𝐦𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐣𝐢!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

SFW, Oneshot, Platonic, GN!Reader

A/N: Awww, a cute Yuki Douji request. Never thought I’d get him requested because he isn’t the most popular shikigami around, but I’m happy because he’s one of my favorites as well. In fact, he’s actually my main Jungler in the Arena spinoff! 

You woke up to the chill of a winter morning in full swing. From the misty sky, snowflakes gently fell to the ground, signaling the epilogue of springtime’s warmth.

As someone who adored wintertime, you would always sit in the courtyard, watching it blossom and unfold before your eyes. Throughout the years, you would spend these little moments on your own.

However, this year was different. This time, someone was there, watching the pure white scenery at your side. 

“You sure love wintertime, don’t you, Master y/n?” A soft and youthful voice said. Next to you was the owner of the voice, a snow spirit named Yuki Douji. 

Like the snow that was cold yet soft, he was a kind-hearted boy underneath his icy exterior. Whenever you looked at him, you wished that others would see the sweet boy that you saw and not a distant loner.

“Yeah… I’ve always loved it.” You replied. Taking a deep breath, you exhaled against your hand as cloud-like puffs of air appeared on your palms. “Ever since I was a child, it’s always been my favorite season.”

Yuki Douji looked at you, doe-eyed. Despite his ever frigid expression, the light in his eyes told you everything. “You don’t hate the cold?”

You shook your head and smiled. “Not really. Somehow, it’s comforting for me.” As you took in the beautiful scenery before you two, your mind returned to those innocent days when you built snowmen.

“Master y/n.” Yuki Douji called out to you. With a face that almost seemed to be pleading, he asked you this. “Do you want to play in the snow?”

You warmly smiled. “Sure. Not in the courtyard though, we don’t want to make a mess here, do we?”

Shortly after, you accompanied your little shikigami outside. Despite how cold it was, the Capital was busy as ever. Coal sellers littered around on the streets, trying to make a living. 

Yuki Douji looked around the city with great curiosity, seemingly amazed by everything. Although he had traveled around the land before, there were still many things he hadn't seen.

While he was distracted, you grabbed and made a snowball out of the snow below. Grinning mischievously, you catapulted it towards the back of his head.

For a few seconds, he was quiet and still as if the impact of the snowball had yet to register. Before you knew it, your face was covered in snow.

“Oho, looks like lil, ol’ Yuki Douji is challenging me to a snowball battle?” You cracked your knuckles. “I like the courage.”

If anything, you were the brave one. Given he was a snow spirit, he had the advantage over you in a wintertime related activity. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to go down so easily.

As his Onmyouji, your pride wouldn’t let you lose to your own shikigami, even in something as small as a snowball fight.

The match started out normally, with you and Yuki Douji going back and forth with throwing snowballs. Although you were even at first, your shikigami’s advantage as a spirit and skilled swordsman meant he could last longer.

“Think, y/n, think.” You told herself mentally. That’s when you had a brilliant idea. Since you were an Onmyouji after all, why not use your own spells to give you a bit of a boost? Making sure it won’t go on his radar, you quietly casted a spell. 

When a barrage of snowballs was directly fired at Yuki Douji’s face, he went pale and fell down on his back. Now buried underneath a pile of snow, he suddenly realized what you did.

“Hehe, I win.” You laughed, as you walked towards the pile of snow. As Yuki Douji’s head poked out of the little mound, his companion Yukimaru had emerged alongside him. Looks like the commotion had woken up the little snow bunny. 

“Master y/n…” Yuki Douji frowned. “You cheater.”

“Hey, who said you had to be fair in a snowball fight?” You shrugged. “On the battlefield, nothing is off-limits.” 

Lording over your petty victory didn’t last too long, as realization came over you. Passers-by who were just minding their own business were staring at you two.

You had caused a ruckus in the middle of the Capital, despite being an esteemed Onmyoji. Not a very good look for you, if you say so yourself…

Once you apologized and excused yourself to Heian-kyo’s citizens, you returned to the courtyard with Yuki Douji. On the way, you couldn’t help but notice that he was still upset over the snowball fight.

Refusing to talk to you, his expression was as cold as the snow as he stomped towards the furthest corner away from you. There, he decided to distract himself by doing his usual hobby—turning Yukimaru into all sorts of shapes. 

“Huh, he really is mad at me.” You thought, nervously smiling. In spite of his straight-laced disposition, Yuki Douji was very much a sensitive spirit.

Now, it was up to you to make things up to him. Since you were dealing with someone who was practically a child, the onus was on you to be the bigger person.

Luckily, you knew exactly what to do.

After a few moping sessions, Yuki Douji fell asleep on the spot. Perhaps, he was exhausted from all the pent up anger inside of him. 

A few hours passed while you waited, and he woke up. “Wait, what’s this, Master y/n?” 

“It’s exactly what it looks like.” 

While he was sleeping, you had personally gone shopping. Normally, no one sold fruits around this cold season, so you were lucky to find some stocks of his favorite—watermelon.

“T-This isn’t a prank, is it?” Yuki Douji pouted. Looks like he still wasn’t over what you did quite yet.

“Nah, why would it be?” You said. “Actually… I bought these because I wanted to apologize.”

“You still haven’t said sorry.”

“So strict.” You remarked in your mind. 

“Fine… I’m sorry.”

Yuki Douji looked away for a bit, closing his eyes and frowning. When your words of apology had registered, he opened his eyes and said this. “No more cheating, okay? Promise?”

“Promise.”

Like that, he gave you a slight smile. Now that you have been forgiven, the two of you could play again like you always did. 

[homobeast]

Passing an "anniversary" of a traumatic event without even realizing it until day(s) after is so healing, I'm so glad for you

awww thank youuu!! i was thinking the same thing!!! like okay maybe i am healing… and its springtime… :)

[justrainandcoffee]

I love the new theme! It's so floral, and even though I'm in the middle of a snowstorm, it makes me feel like it's springtime <3

Awww thanks!! I prefer cold weather than warm, but I must admit that this winter was hard af.

Last years because of climate change winters were "soft" but this one 😬. That's why despite I can't breathe i decided to embrace the spring 😂.

Not summer, I hate summer but I'm enjoying these warm days. And I decided to put some flowers here for that reason 🌼❤️.

( but probably I'm going to change it soon for Halloween)

Thanks for your kind words, Ari!!

[hysteria-things]

my family has a ranch in SD and i love it sm ☹️

i have a highland calf up there named frenchy and hes my babbbyyyy

i can js imagine matt absolutely fiending over the cattle in the springtime when the calves are born ☹️🫶

-💫

AWWW my mom’s horsie is named snickers he’s a little shithead sometimes

but my boy is ranger i love him so much🥹

[librarycards]

shuffle your favourite playlist & post the first five songs that come up. then copy-paste this ask to your favourite mutuals <3

awww yay, it's very much reciprocated!

here are mine, w youtube links:

News / Tune-Yards

You Look So Good / Claire Bowditch and The Feeding Set

Name on a Matchbook / Springtime Carnivore

Bjl / Being Jane Lane

Only Child / Tierra Whack

[askkrisachan]

FUNNILY enough i was just thinking about my namjoon fic and also youuuu!!! HOW ARE YOU PAL?

Awww, you're so sweet to ask! Hi, I'm doing good! Springtime is lovely this time around, I had cherry vanilla coke earlier today [I wish I could buy bottles of it, here where I live they only sell overpriced cans ;__;] and took the time to draw a little gijinka!Kirby! And then, caved in and watched the Kbs19!Dionysus live... *shojo sigh*

[plumbogs]

After fighting through the bore that is Bluewater Village, it's springtime and a new round at last. The Brokes without Dustin are an adjustment. On one hand, there's far less bathroom juggling, but on the other there's the loss of income. Brandi found a career back in the culinary world today so that shouldn't be the worst.

Beau went on a date at the skating rink :) awww. Then he rolled the want to call Dustin to chat and they talked on the phone for two hours. i can't get enough of the brokes they're all so cute

[louistomlinsonismypatronus]

I'm so happy your on my dash today! I have missed you. Hope all is well. 🦔

Awww, 'nk you sweet nonny <3 Springtime lethargy is kinda turning me into a zombie right now, but me and the Hellhogs are still around. Albeit not as often...

Hope you're well too!

[kalamity-jayne]

hiii i just wanted to say you're so cool and awesome and i hope you have a great day/springtime/life :) <3

Awww, you are such a sweetheart! Thank you so much! 🥰🥰🥰

[aserranopepper]

🐝: Bzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! (Hello! I took a long break! I have pollinated a lot of flowers! We have brought you some!)

🌸🌼🌷🌻🌺🌸🌷🌹🌼🌷🌼🌻🌺🌷

🦋: -flutter flutter flutter- (Oh yea! You should check them out! It is springtime for us!)

-woof woof!- 💕

🌸🌼🌷🌻🌺 🐕 🌷🌹🌼🌷🌼🌻

🐝: 👁️👄👁️ Bzzzzzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz? Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! (Oh my god! What is that cute fluffy creature? I think he likes you!)

Awww thank you! *Takes flower* Aww fuzzy bee. I've been sick a week and a half so I haven't checked into tumblr in awhile so I love opening the app to see this! I'm still getting over my sickness, my sinuses are still so bad and the phlem and mucus is so bad I'm constantly choking on phlem whenever I clear my nose. But finally cleared my nose and now I can smell these beautiful flowers you brought me! It's springtime where I am too! I also got chicks recently when they were newly hatched. They're 6 weeks old now. It's a Polish and Silkie.

[justincase-77]

These ducklings (I calll them ducklets just ro be different) and their equally adorable cousin, chicks. (Chicklets of course) 😉🇨🇦❤😀Both harbingers of springtime and new Life. And that's always

cottagecore magazine

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

Respite Among Chaos | Pt II

Porco Galliard x Athlete!Reader

summary: now that you and Porco are closer than ever thanks to Reiner, witness the conclusion of your unresolved feelings for each other! are you ready to admit your friendship is a bit more? read part 1 here!

word count: 3652 (including words in text messages)

a/n: imma be honest this was gonna be a 10.2k 1-parter but Tumblr is being a bitch so that didn’t happen 🙃 I thought my hatred for the most recent mobile update hit a new height the other night when I was painstakingly trying to make the moodboard for this story, but today I learned something new about myself 🙃 please tell me I am not alone in this frustration. anyways, I hope you enjoy this conclusion!

masterlist

I’m surprised to find Porco waiting for me at my dorm, bouquet in one hand, Ben & Jerry’s in the other. “Porco! Where did you find a bouquet at this hour?”

“Walmart over in Liberio.” He shrugs it off as if it were nothing.

My eyes soften. “That’s really sweet, you didn’t have to do that. The ice cream was already more than enough.” I unlock my dorm, flicking the living room lights on. Pieck’s asleep in our bedroom, so I put my hand up to my lips. “Don’t be too loud.”

He nods and maneuvers around me so I can close the door, and I catch a whiff of his cologne. It smells like the forest after a long rain, refreshing. So very… Porco.

I hop in the shower, scrubbing myself down as quickly as I can and washing my hair (which takes the longest, of course), and as soon as I’ve got the water turned off I can hear a knock on the door. I wrap a towel around myself and open it to be greeted with Porco’s face.

He takes in my body and his nose turns a rosy shade of pink. He looks away as he says, “I got everything set up. Do you want to watch another scary movie?”

“Sure, thanks. I might be awhile because I have to put all my hair products in, but I’ll go as fast as I can.”

“Do you need help?” He asks.

“Nah, I got it. There’s a specific order to it or else it won’t lock in moisture how it’s supposed to.” His mouth forms an ‘O’ in understanding and he leaves me to my hair care.

When I come out, I’m dressed in a baggy tshirt and basketball shorts, also known as my springtime pajamas because it’s too damn hot in Marley for me to be wearing flannel ones.

Porco’s laid out like last time, except now he has an arm resting on my side of the couch back, remote in hand. “I’m sure your hair is perfect, princess. Come on.” He motions for me to come on, already, and I acquiesce his request by jumping on the couch bed, making it rock a little. He casually pulls me into him with his arm, then starts the movie.

•••

Minus the flowers, that’s how most nights go now, and my days are spent studying with Porco next to me when I’m not practicing. Every now and then he’ll buy me coffee, complete with whipped cream and my favorite drizzle. Sometimes he’ll even drop it off to me when I’m in class, eliciting ‘ooos’ and ‘awwws’ from the other students, much to my chagrin.

He always greets my Professors with his pearly whites, using the excuse of, “I apologize for the interruption, Professor, but the track star here needs her daily coffee or else she might get bad luck - superstitions, and all - anyway, I hope your students are getting valuable information from all the hard work you’re putting in. Have a nice day!” And then he leaves before anyone can say anything.

In the classes I share with Pieck and Historia, the two of them always nudge my arm and tease me, and I always hide my face in my arms.

One day, I get a notification on my phone, and open it to see Historia has made a group chat. We spend the rest of Professor Hange’s class texting while taking notes.

I sigh in frustration, putting my phone down, but I’m a little too loud, garnering Professor Hange’s attention. They look over at me. “Anything you would like to share with the class, y/l/n?”

I vigorously shake my head no. “Sorry, my mom just doesn’t understand what I mean when I say I can’t talk because I’m in class.”

They muse on my easy lie for a moment, then say, “Well. It’s not surprising, given your boyfriend doesn’t understand that either.”

My eyes widen, and I say, “He’s not my boyfriend, Professor.”

They frown. “Hm? He should be. Seems like a keeper.” And before I have time to say anything, they return to their lecture, Historia and Pieck sniggering, their eyes darting back and forth between me and themselves.

I mutter under my breath, “You guys are the worst.”

•••

I jolt out of my sleep in a cold sweat, panting. I check my phone. It’s after midnight. In a moment of vulnerability, I text Porco:

Almost immediately my phone vibrates with a response.

No sooner have I gotten everything ready (including my appearance) than I hear a quiet knock on the door. Opening it reveals Porco, who enters, closes the door for me, and immediately envelops me in a hug. I sigh in his arms, breathing in his cologne. “Thanks, Porco.”

He pulls back, eyes searching mine. “What’s going on?”

I let my forehead fall against his chest. “It’s a long story... Pieck and Historia are the only ones who know the full thing. Marcel and Ymir know some of it, but they don’t have the whole picture.” I ramble, my voice muffled in his jacket.

“You only need to tell me what you want to tell me. But, you probably can’t do that while eating my shirt.” Porco jests, and gently grabs one of my hands, leading me over to the couch bed. He takes his jacket off, tossing it over the couch back, and I look away when he makes to pull his pants off, but catch a glimpse of his briefs as he holds the blanket up for me to climb under, patting his chest.

I quickly join him after turning the lights off, laying my head on him. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer, and I feel every tense muscle in my body loosen up, his embrace a calming agent.

“So.” He says.

“So.” I mimic. After a few moments of silence, I try, “I… was abused as a kid.”

Porco whistles. “That is… really depressing to start with. What else?”

“Sorry,” I apologize, “It’s… there’s no way to explain it without going straight to the nitty gritty. But basically, my mom and dad split, and my dad would hurt me to get back at my mom. He’d leave bruises, scars, he’d lock me in a closet, he wouldn’t feed me, and when she would confront him about it all he just threatened to turn it back on her because he had friends who were cops. My mom felt powerless, and I was powerless. He broke me down and convinced me it was my fault that he did it to me, that I deserved it, and it blinded me to a lot of toxic friendships throughout my schooling, up until college when I started therapy. So… that’s why I have anxiety. And why I feel like a burden to people.”

“I am so sorry, y/n. No one should ever have to go through that. Especially not a kid.” His hand finds purchase on mine, his thumb rubbing circles on my hand. “You have to be really strong to make it through something like that, though. No wonder you’re a superstar.”

“I don’t feel strong, though. Everyday… It’s like it takes everything in me to not crumble under the weight of it. It’s a chain I can never quite break free from, and it makes everything just a little harder. Even sleep.”

“Is that what your dream was?” Porco asks.

“Yea, it was. Sort of.”

“What happened in it?”

I give a breathy laugh. “It’s weird, but, here goes. I was stuck on a date with Reiner, and was trying to find a way to get out of it. Going to bathrooms to hide, trying to climb out windows, waiting for him to be distracted so I could run out of the front door, the works. I already didn’t want to be on the date, but the thing making me want to leave was that something was wrong with him. He sounded like my dad. And finally, I did find a way out. Only, when I got out I was trapped in my dad’s house, and if I was trying to go out an exit, the room would extend forever. If I was just walking around? Nothing. But then, he started chasing me through the house, like he was hunting for me. Whispering my name and laughing, with this laugh he always had before… I had to be silent, but he could smell me. Eventually, Reiner found me, but… he wasn’t Reiner anymore. He was my dad, with Reiner’s face peeling off his skin. And when he caught me, he… I woke up then.” I nuzzle into his chest, needing comfort.

Porco tucks his head in, resting it in my hair. “Do you think sleeping with me at night would help?”

I ponder it, but shake my head. “I really don’t know. Selfishly, I hope it does, but I don’t want to steal you away from Marcel all the time. He might miss his little brother, you know.”

“Steal me from him all you want, it’s not like Pieck doesn’t steal him from me constantly. Can I tell you something?” His voice rumbles in his chest, and the vibrations in my ear are relaxing.

“As much as you want.” Is my response.

“That whole thing about Marcel being injured… The reason I don’t like Reiner is because he almost killed my brother.”

“What?” I turn my head to look up into his eyes, moonlight filtering in through the blinds to reveal his depths of amber.

He bites his lip as he scowls at the air, mind caught in the past. “He crashed his car with Marcel in the passenger seat. He was at fault for the crash, and somehow came out relatively unscathed compared to Marcel. He put him in the hospital. Critical condition, and a coma. I didn’t… we didn’t know if he would wake up. Every day was a nightmare.” His grip tightens on me as his voice becomes strained. “When he did wake up, he was all smiles, being a good sport about everything - you know how Marcel is. But I was never able to forgive Reiner. I almost lost my best friend. If I did-” He cuts himself off, inhaling the scent of my hair. “It’s something I don’t want to think about. By the way, whatever products you use smell amazing.”

“That would be Cantu, sir.” I say helpfully, then drop off, not sure what to say. After a while I settle on, “That’s some heavy history to back up a grudge. Even if Reiner wasn’t a jerk, I really wouldn’t blame you. If something happened to you because of him, I’m pretty sure I’d be able to override my anxiety to commit battery and assault. Or arson, at least.”

“At least?” Porco repeats, shocked. “Well, since we’re confessing, I might as well tell you… I told Reiner if he ever fucked with you again I would lay him out in front of the whole school, football scholarship be damned. Well, not in those exact words, but still.”

I gasp, poking him playfully. “Porco! Stop bullying, speak up!”

“You’re so corny.” He chuckles, rubbing his hand up and down my arm.

“And you’re so meaty.” I argue with a giggle, rolling away a little bit.

Porco gasps dramatically. “Are you calling me-” He yanks me back toward him, “A meathead?” He starts tickling me and a shriek is caught in my throat, knowing Pieck is asleep in her room.

In between breaths, I squeak out, “No- I would- never do that- to you!” The sarcasm still detectable in my tone despite Porco demonically attacking my senses.

I try to push away from him, but he only grabs my hands, and the couch bed shudders as he moves to pin my hands down - one on either side of my head. That pesky moon highlights our eyes, and from my view, his lips, too. He looks down at mine for half a second, murmuring, “You do so much to me.” The air hangs between us for a few seconds, the gravity of his words sinking in, and he leans his head down, his lips meeting mine. One of his hands slips out of mine, cupping my cheek with all the tenderness one would afford a sleeping baby, his other hand splaying open to interlace his calloused fingers with my smaller ones. His warmth seeps into my body, heating me from the inside out, and I melt into his touch, my free hand moving from the bed, to his chest, to his shoulder, then to the back of his neck, like I’m holding onto him for dear life.

When our lips part ways, he whispers, “Fuck. Was… Was that okay?”

I whisper back, “Yea - it was okay. I’m… surprised, but it was okay. More, than okay.”

“How did it surprise you?” He asks, eyes betraying his confusion.

I elaborate, “I uh… I just… I didn’t think you…” I pause, realizing I still don’t quite believe it. “Do…? You feel that way?”

He laughs, but only just. “How do I find the one person on Earth who I can confess my feelings for, and kiss, and they still aren’t sure how I feel about them? Get outta your head, y/n.” He sinks down so his chest is pressed against mine, and the thud of his heart in his chest soothes my nerves.

I counter, “In my defense, you only said I ‘do so much’ to you. You didn’t specify what. Meathead.”

I can’t see the eye roll, but I can hear it in the way he groans. “That’s just semantics. But if you insist, I’ll explain it. But only a little bit, since you called me a meathead.”

I scoff. “Hardly fair.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” He says. “The things you do to me. You make me smile every time I think about you, you make me laugh without even trying, you make me look forward to studying because I get to do it with you, you make me into a fool, doing things I would never do for anyone before - but for you, I get excited to do them. And of course, you’re making my bank account loaded with all the money you’re gonna win for us at the Olympics.”

“For us? You mean for me? And that’s if I even go.” I chide. There’s a comfortable silence before I say, “But that’s… really sweet. I didn’t know you…”

“Yea, I know you didn’t know. It was killing me.” He finally shifts, laying down next to me and pulling me into him.

I find myself tracing patterns on his chest idly. “So… were you just waiting for me to figure it out? Because that would have been a terrible idea.”

He sighs, and I sink further into his embrace, a sigh of my own releasing itself from my lips in this small bliss. He says, “Well, that was before I realized you were oblivious, hot stuff. I should’ve known something was up when I asked for your number.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because,” He kisses the top of my head, “Marcel came home from practice that day and said he hoped I’d been practicing my patience. Little did I know it was because he’d tried to tell you in a roundabout way that I was interested and you were convinced I wasn’t, but he didn’t bother to tell me that ‘til way later.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh…” I say, finally realizing what Marcel was on about that day.

“You’re fucking kidding me. Did you just get that?” Porco asks, and I can tell he can’t believe it.

“To be fair, I am just a dumb jock.”

He stammers, then says, “Ohmygod, just shut up and go to sleep, nerd. You are not ‘just a dumb jock.’ Most ridiculous shit you’ve ever said.”

I kiss his chin, breaths of laughter escaping through my nostrils, and settle in for a good night’s sleep, free of any nightmares, because all I’m dreaming about tonight is the man next to me, making my heart flutter with every passing glance.

•••

“Sup, book thief?” Porco says as he lets her and Historia into my dorm for another group movie night.

“For the last time, Galliard, I thought Marcel’s book was mine! I gave it back after I realized it, I didn’t steal it.” Ymir gripes, then narrows her eyes at me. “You look too smug right now.”

I feign innocence. “Oh, what? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of you and Hisu not being the only couple in the group anymore.”

“You and Porco are homophobic.” She retorts, eyes shooting daggers through my impenetrable soul as Porco closes the door and rejoins me on the loveseat. Since both couples went public, we’ve had to make some adjustments, such as adding a giant bean bag chair capable of fitting two bodies, which they prefer over the previous arrangement.

Historia scolds, “No family drama in front of our new friend, Ymir! Hi, Colt, we’re not as dysfunctional as you think.” She beams at me, winking when she sees Porco throw an arm around my shoulders, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You guys are so cute.”

I hide my face with my hands, and listen to Colt  (who has generously chosen the floor as his designated spot) say, “Oh, don’t worry. I know Ymir is the real nightmare, here. I’m always afraid she’s gonna beat me with the baton in the coed relays.”

“I still might.” She threatens.

“Settle down, grumpy grampa,” Marcel warns, “Any more of that talk and we’ll be having a counseling session to resolve your anger issues instead of a movie marathon. Everyone all good? Pieck?” He looks around, receiving a thumbs-up from everyone including Ymir and Hisu as the pair get comfy on the lounger, and Pieck starts the first movie.

“Now who the fuck decided we’re watching all the hobbit movies? I don’t understand why I have to sit through this shit just to watch the desolation of a dragon-I-can’t-pronounce-his-face-“ Ymir’s complaining is cut off.

“-It’s ‘The Desolation of Smog!’” Colt says, then, “Wait- no, that’s not right. Smay-oge?”

“Smaug.” Porco supplies, and Marcel and I give each other the most shit-eating grins anyone will ever see.

In unison, we throw our heads back, shouting, “Shut up, nerd!”

[woman-child91]

Menma: I look so ugly! I got Poison Ivy and my face is all covered in lotion! *cries*

Charasuke: Awww, Menma. Don’t be like that.

Kakashi: You don’t look as bad you think, Menma. Besides, you’re in the springtime of youth! You’ll recover soon.

Sakura: Yes, Menma. Kakashi-sensei is right.

Menma: *stops crying and wipes off tears* You really think so?

Charasuke: Yeah! I mean, we all love how you look like. You’re always so pretty. You’re just not pretty right now.

Menma: *starts loudly crying all over again*

Kakashi: Way to go, Charasuke. Excellent job on lifting up your boyfriend’s spirits.

Sakura: Charasuke! You moron! You made him even more upset!

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Hey😊

Can you do a fanfic for nozel and dorothy on a date🧡

Hiya, I wonder if you're one and the same ^^` but in any case:

Ooo, I haven't tried writing for them before, so sure!

Pairing: Dorothy x Nozel

Genre: Fluff

Fanfic type: Oneshot

Length: ~0.7k

Nozel’s throat felt dry. As if it was a desert, a beach on a scorching summer day. There was a weight in the bottom of his stomach; perhaps caused by the weight of the butterflies that didn’t have space to flutter in his chest from the storm that already swirled around in there.

He considered himself a brave man. At least to an extent. But this, this made him nervous beyond compare. Even if it felt ridiculous. He had known her for years. And he had confided to her in his hour of need, once upon a time; so many ‘once upon a time’s.

So, by all logic, he shouldn’t have been nervous. After all, she knew him, better than anyone else. Hell, for all he knew she might have known him better than he did. And still, he could feel his hands sweating under the table.

Dorothy was giggling away, telling a story about something that had happened last week. Kirsch had decided on holding a fashion show, and it had yielded unexpected outcomes.

He tried to focus on the words that flowed from her, accompanied by that bubbly laugh, but all he could focus on was the sound of her voice. Her gentle voice that was lulling like the quiet flow of a summer stream, more cheerful than a songbird in springtime. All he could think, was how lovely she sounded.

The dinner had been delicious. But that hadn’t been what had made him wear the almost smile that decorated his lips. Which… he was hoping that she hadn’t noticed; for some reason hoped that she wouldn’t have noticed.

“Awww, is that a smile Zelly?” She laughed with a wide smile.

She was teasing him. She was always teasing him. Even at meetings, lately. But if it was her, he didn’t mind. Not even if it made his lips quiver, as he tried to swallow the tugging of the corner of his lips, because he had a reputation to uphold.

His eyes turned to the side, because he tried to compose himself.

Why was the trying to hide just how happy he was? He didn’t know. Maybe he wasn’t ready to be happy, as ridiculous as it was. Because was this happiness supposed to be for him? To look at her eyes, flickering with the wonderful combination of turquoise and pink that swirled around like something impossible.

Maybe it seemed like something impossible, because it was. She was impossible in his books; someone that might love him. And though it had been just one dinner, one date, he already hoped for some divine grace, even if the last thing he might hope to gain while on this earth, that she might love him with all the days she had left.

“Is that a blush?” She taunted, but this time there was no laugh. There was something better.

His eyes turned to her, as if guided by her voice alone.

The dinner was done. The candles between them were almost burnt out, and there was only a sip left in his wine glass; the same as hers. They were free to leave.

But… he didn’t want to leave. He did and he didn’t.

His fingers climbed from under the table, and settled at the base of the glass, as he tried to think of a reply. Even if his pride wanted him to deny it; not caring if it was true, or obvious, or not.

“It is,” she replied in his stead, reaching over the table, and placed her fingers over his.

This time… this time her voice… Her voice was sweet as nectar, rich like honey and soft like… something he didn’t know. No feather pillow could compare to its softness. And thus, he couldn’t name it. He didn’t need to name it.

It was enough to feel it; the tender way in which the tips of her fingers were placed over his.

She was much braver than he was.

She was better than he was.

She was something holy. To him, at least.

“Yes…” he replied, even if only with a whisper, as his eyes averted again. And oh what a tragedy it was to him, for he missed the tender smile, accompanied with widened eyes, that passed over her expression.

Perhaps he’d see it… some other time.

[theflyingfeeling]

Prompt no. 10 with joonas/olli? 🥺

Awww, that's a cute one! 🥰

10. I have SAD and you drag me out to do all the fun spring things to wake me up from my hibernation (2866 words)

~

Olli could tell who was behind the door by the way the doorbell chimed exactly four times; Joonas may not have been the most neurotic of Olli’s friends – it was Joel who had that credit – but he did hold an irrational loathing of odd numbers. “What if the leftover number gets lonely?” had been the answer when Olli had once asked him about it, and although Olli had been tempted to point out that mathematical figures likely have no feelings and are, thus, unable to grasp the concept of lonesomeness, he had simply smiled and nodded, as if the Porko way of thinking was logical in any aspect.

He noticed his thoughts had begun drifting again when the doorbell sounded another four times. The soft but insisting noise had him nuzzling his face against the throw pillow under his head and muffle his helpless wail on the worn fabric. Apart from having a thing for even numbers, Joonas was also known for having an exceptional hearing, scaringly so, in fact; on more than one occasion, Olli had suspected the man could hear inside his head, which was unsettling to say the least.

There was a short silence after the second sequence of the rhythmic doorbell melody, and then there were exactly four knocks that Olli could only just hear through the double door. When he cracked his eyes open enough to see his phone screen light up on the coffee table, he thanked his past self for turning the device on mute. 

He wasn’t avoiding Joonas, mind you. He was avoiding everyone.

He was avoiding Niko, whose spirits were 100% restored once the thermal spring started, and it was a rare evening when he wasn’t bombarding the group chat with invitations to get beers at every terrace in town (Olli had beer in his fridge and a balcony opening from his living room, so excuse him if he didn’t quite understand the appeal).

He was avoiding Aleksi, who always seemed to panic about the amount of sunlight each spring and was, therefore, working twice as hard as he had been during the darker times of the year (it usually passed as the spring progressed, but it made Olli feel awfully bad about himself for the time it lasted nevertheless, as all he could find the willpower to do was drinking aforementioned beer on aforementioned balcony).

He was avoiding Joel, who was actually his usual nervous self even in springtime, safe for the pitiful longing he always adopted on his face when the sunset gave Aleksi’s bright eyes an orange hue (it was none of Olli’s business of course, but it was eternally frustrating, knowing the vocalist would rather let the market square seagulls peck him alive than admit his crush to their percussionist).

He had had faith in Tommi, given the man was unlikely to let even the sudden arrival of the next ice age destabilise his daily affairs, but this spring in particular Tommi, too, had a new kind of glow to his eyes that made him view the world with such delight and confidence that even his company had been unbearable lately. 

Olli knew he was being a proper downer and he hated himself for it, but he simply couldn’t force himself to even pretend he got a kick out of being out and about, surrounded by laughing, sociable people basking in the sun as if their lives depended on it while all he wanted to do was bury himself under the blankets and instead pretend he didn’t exist until the seasons would change to be more in favour of shy and socially awkward basket cases such as himself.

He wasn’t sure why, though. His best guess was that all the increased sunlight made him feel exposed, somehow. Perhaps he was afraid that without the shield of darkness and shadows, everyone would see him for the clumsy fool he was; the sun would point its flaming finger at each and every one of his errors and mishaps, so he’d rather stay in, where nobody could call attention to his many faults (an unreasonable fear, he knew, yet it always navigated to his chest every year in April and built a nest there like a migratory bird (the common chaffinch, Olli liked to think) and laid a dozen eggs there that wouldn’t hatch and fly away until the leaves started turning yellow and red again in late August).

And yes, Olli was avoiding Joonas as well, but not because the man had embraced an insufferable habit around the time of the vernal equinox; no, Porko was Porko 365 days of the year. His only fault was, ironically and rather tragicomically, being too good a friend.

To Olli’s great frustration, Joonas saw it as his personal responsibility to try and bring Olli back to the land of the living from the comforting zone of his dusty apartment he had locked himself in last November with no intention to step outside unless he ran out of beer. Joonas’ methods, however, were eclectic and many, and more often than not Olli would eventually surrender and pop his head out, just to see what Joonas was on about. 

And the thing about Joonas Porko was that if you gave him an inch, he’d soon take a whole goddamn yard.

Not this time, though, Olli thought to himself as he pulled his blanket to his ears and snuggled deeper into his sofa. I’m perfectly fine over here, hidden from the world and that giant, blazing star you all worship so; you can stick it up your bums for all I care and laugh your stupid fake-laughs about it until you choke on your artisan ales.

His phone screen had turned off a while ago, Olli realised, and he was surprised to see how quickly Joonas had given up on him this time.

That was when Olli heard the mail slot clank, and then the echoes of the deserted stairway of the building carried the sound of the front door opening and closing. 

He managed to fight his self-control a good five, maybe ten minutes until his curiosity got the best of him and he stood up, still wrapped in the fleece comforter his mother had given him for Christmas last year, and plodded to the hallway to see if the noise had been nothing but a trick of his mind.

The inner door creaked when Olli opened it and revealed two yellow dandelions on the floor. 

Olli sighed and shook his head when he picked up the flowers, but as he looked at them, he imagined Joonas crouching by the side of the road to pick up weeds, counting them as he did; one more always became two more, because flowers would definitely understand such human sentiments as loneliness  (at least if you were to ask Joonas Porko). 

The smile Olli had so bravely tried to resist was reaching his ears by the time he was back in the living room with a phone in his hand.

~

“We’re gonna do what?” Olli frowned when Joonas led him down the road, a gloved hand holding his already freezing one. 

He was already regretting letting Joonas drag him out when he had appeared at his door in the morning.

“We’re gonna climb a tree!”

Olli looked at his friend as if he had just announced he was going to build a spacecraft and travel to Mars.

“Why?!”

“Well, why not?” Joonas shrugged, like climbing a tree was an every-day activity for him.

(And, well, knowing Porko, it might just have been.)

“Because we’re not eight years old?”

“And haven’t you missed it all these years, huh?” Joonas stopped walking and stepped to stand in front of Olli. His hand rested at the back of Olli’s neck, his fingertips playing with the tufts of hair there. “Now, wipe that silly pout off your face and relax, alright?”

Olli rolled his eyes.

“For me, Olli? Please?” Joonas batted his big eyes and tilted his head just enough to perfect his most insufferable pleading face. 

The funniest thing was that Joonas wouldn’t even have to use his puppy eyes on Olli; “for me?” did the trick just as fine. 

(Because for himself, Olli could barely manage to open the fridge and cook himself a meal some days, but for Joonas? Oh, for him, Olli would make the whole world from scratch.)

Olli instantly missed the warmth of Joonas’ hand when they arrived at a tall oak tree and Joonas let go of him to grab one of the lowest branches. To Olli it didn’t look nearly thick enough to carry the weight of a grown man, but Olli was in the firm belief that Joonas would learn the best from his own mistakes.

Indeed, the branch let out a questionable creak when Joonas leaned on it, after which the man abandoned the idea and tried another, a notably steadier one on the other side of the trunk and hurled himself on it before extending his hand towards Olli. 

Olli was only a little nervous when the branch creaked ominously as he sat next to Joonas, but his worries were replaced with peace and birdsong when Joonas’ hand wrapped around his waist and his nose touched Olli’s temple. He leaned against the touch and closed his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Not sure this counts as climbing a tree, though.” Olli said, dangling his feet barely half a metre above the ground.

Joonas’ breath felt warm when he chuckled against Olli’s cheek.

“Santeri would kill us if we showed up at the tour bus in June with plaster casts.”

Olli agreed, although the scent of Joonas next to him had erased all the vocabulary to voice his opinion off his already scattered brain.

~

Olli was quite satisfied with himself for having survived One Spring Activity™ and contently thought it would be enough to convince himself and others that he was, against all odds, a functionable human being. Joonas, of course, begged to differ, as Olli was soon to find out when his oldest friend appeared behind his door again the next day.

“But it’s raining!” Olli complained and, for good measure, pointed out his window in case Joonas had somehow missed the downpour on his way to Olli’s apartment. “What could you possibly do in a weather like this, other than lie in bed watching films?” he asked and wistfully glanced at his TV, currently paused halfway through The Two Towers.

“You’re gonna help me plant my herbs.”

Olli smiled but shook his head.

“No, I’m not.”

“You are,” Joonas nodded insistently, “Joel would come too, but he’s busy this time. It’s our annual tradition, actually.”

“Sure he is,” Olli muttered, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not imagine Joel getting his fingertips black unless it was nail polish. 

Still, sooner than Olli registered, he found himself filling a brick red claypot with soil and some smelly stuff Joonas said was fertiliser. 

“This will be basil,” Joonas explained as he worked on his own pot. “What shall we name him?”

Olli blinked, but seeing how Joonas went on with his task without dropping a beat, it appeared he was dead serious about giving a seed plant a name.

“But it’s…a basil,” Olli pointed out nevertheless, although he knew it would be in vain.

“Yes, and he should have a name, so that I’ll know who I’m directing my praise and encouragement to,” Joonas elaborated patiently. 

Olli was horrified to find himself thinking that it almost made sense.

“Can’t you just name it…Basil.”

“Basil the Basil?” Joonas looked at him unimpressed.

“It’s a name,” Olli assured him and hoped Joonas wouldn’t take out his phone and check if it actually was, for Olli himself actually wasn’t half as certain as he may have sounded.

“Alright,” Joonas shrugged to his relief, “but I’ll have you know that among friends he’s called Olli.” 

The look of triumph on Joonas’ face was equal amounts  endearing and annoying, and for a second Olli considered throwing the lump of soil in his hand at it.

“Then I guess it’s only reasonable we name the tarragon after Joel.”

To hell with the singing of the blackbird; Joonas’ hearty laughter was much more beautiful to Olli than any sound of the spring.

~

Although they had had fun sitting on an old oak watching the brimstones fly by and naming Joonas’ unborn herbs after all their mutual friends, Olli was all but ready to retreat to his bedroom for the rest of the spring and maybe come back out to join the others at Niko’s summer cottage for midnight sauna and beers. Yet, when the doorbell rang four times once more the next day, Olli did not stop his feet from walking to the door and greeting Joonas. He was wearing a dandelion behind his ear and offered Olli the one in his hand. 

“Come,” he said and grabbed Olli’s hand, “today I’ve got something special to show you.”

Olli did not know where Joonas was taking him, walking them down narrow alleyways Olli would have avoided at all cost had it not been full daylight and Joonas’ hand in his, until they arrived at the gate of a small park Olli vaguely remembered having biked past a couple of times but never really paid much attention to before.

As if to check everything was alright, Joonas glanced at Olli and squeezed his hand before stepping in through the gate and leading him ahead with determination in his step. It was an elegant and well kept park from what Olli could tell, with colour-coordinated plantings and even a small fountain, which was why Olli was surprised the only people they saw were an elderly man resting on a bench and a young woman walking her spaniel. 

Somewhere in the middle of the park there was a small log cabin. Olli’s eyes lit up when he noticed the menu hanging on the wall next to its front door – Joonas’ unexpected appearance in the morning had interrupted his intentions to get breakfast – but then he saw the sign on the door that read SORRY WE’RE CLOSED and pursed his lips that would not get to wrap around a BLT or a brownie after all.

After his disappointment had passed, he was about to ask where in the world was Joonas taking him if not for a brunch at this secluded little café that seemed quite special indeed, but then he was being pulled behind the cottage, and suddenly he understood. 

At what seemed to be the backyard of the café, they were soon standing on a small pathway shaded by trees not taller than two metres, growing on both sides of the trail, their branches reaching over the gravel like an arch. When Olli looked up, instead of the blue sky he saw small, pink flowers blooming among green leaves, slightly smaller than what Olli had seen in the pictures he browsed whenever he daydreamed about a trip to Japan, and perhaps they were a little stunted as well, but he was still speechless and could only gawk at sight above them.

“They’re young trees, so the blossom isn’t very strong yet,” Joonas said quietly (to not hurt the flower’s feelings, Olli assumed). 

Olli heard his friend inhale and exhale deeply before he continued.

“But I couldn’t wait for any longer,” Joonas turned to look at Olli. “I wanted for you to see them.”

Joonas’ thumb rubbed the back of Olli’s palm, and Olli used it to ground himself enough to speak, despite his lungs being short of breath and his mind empty of coherent thoughts at Joonas’ words.

“You did?” He wished he’d have something more intelligent to offer to the conversation, but the way Joonas’ blue eyes reflected the colour of the flowers was too mesmerising for him to keep his head clear.

Joonas smiled and squeezed Olli’s hand so hard it almost hurt. “I thought it could…äh, nevermind.” Joonas laughed briefly and looked down at the gravel beneath their feet. A single pink petal fell on his blond curls.

“No, tell me,” Olli insisted and stepped closer, not realising what he had done until Joonas looked up again and touched Olli’s nose with his.

“I thought it could make you see how beautiful spring can be. If you stop and look,” Joonas said. The blue in his eyes had turned hazy.

“I never doubted it,” Olli told him. 

“Then what is it?” Joonas but whispered as he pulled Olli closer and looked at him in a way that had Olli believe he wanted to hear about all his sorrows. 

“Rather I…doubt myself, or something,” Olli chuckled but held his breath when Joonas’ fingertips touched his cheek.

Joonas’ smile was affectionate and warm, not sardonic or dismissive like Olli had always feared. 

“Why would you?” Joonas’ lips were almost touching Olli’s now. “You’re way more beautiful than the cherry blossoms and the spring itself anyway.”

It wasn’t easy for Olli to place confidence in Joonas’ words, but the way his lips moved against his own sure helped with the matter.