#nana's fiance

[hemulenish-hijinks]

Mr. Hemulen

Originally from Comet in Moominland, then continuing his role in Finn Family Moomintroll (in fact, he's the only Hemulen to appear in more than one book from the main book series!), he was a grumpy and oblivious old man who only ever focused on his stamps, but after he finished his collection and took up plant collecting, his character softened. He was later fully adapted into the 90s series, becoming a very often reoccurring character who offers his knowledge on plants and other fields of science.

Nana's Fiance

Not much is known about him besides being Mr. Hemulen's nephew, but we do know he had a disrespect for fireworks before his uncle taught him The Way. He seems like a fine gentleman, engaged to a pretty girl who became exhausted looking for him.

[flowerakatsuka]

gay ppl @ a summer festival, what will they do??

[aria-ashryver]

hello darlings!

just a quick note re. Starlight's posting schedule - I'm going to be in and out of hospital a lot, so we might be in for an erratic few weeks where I'm not keeping up with a new chapter every monday (I'll probably say as much in my next A/N, but just thought I'd post here too).

im still chipping away at things, but i doubt i'll have a chapter out today unfortunately 😭💔 with any luck, things will all be back on track soon! 😊

I'll do my best to get healthy!! 💪💪💪

[hoperays-song]

Sing Floorplans Pt. 6(?): Noodlemoon Apartment

they got the apartment about five-ish months after Sing 1.

porsha stays in their guest room/office after Sing 2.

there are potted plants everywhere (eddie’s new hobby).

it’s only a few blocks from ash’s studio apartment so it’s easier for them to have family dinners.

there are sun catchers in every window.

surprisingly bright and airy.

[finelinevogue]

notes on love

summary - harry attends the football and you attend the baftas

pairing - fiance!harry x famous!reader

word count - ~1.5k

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It was the first time Harry had made a public appearance in months.

Sans a hat on his head.

After braving a shave to solidify a new chapter in his life, Harry had decided that enough was enough and he just wanted to be seen again. Gain some new publicity.

“I can’t do this.” Harry’s voice rang through your phone.

Your phone was currently propped up on the vanity in front of you, whilst your stylist gracefully worked around you to get your hair and makeup done.

“H, baby. You’re going to a football match where over half the population there will be white bald men. You’ll blend right in.”

You took a sip of your apple juice in its carton as you suppressed a laugh. Harry rolled his eyes at you, taking the joke like the good sport he is.

“I actually have more hair than them. I’m not bald anymore.”

“See! Embrace the new hair, H. You look really good.”

Harry smiled at you then, his eyes which had previously been darting between watching you and looking out the moving car window were now permanently on you.

“Not as beautiful as you, though, love.”

“Don’t even have my makeup on yet.”

“Never needed it.”

You blew him a camera kiss for those words alone.

“Where are you now?” You reached for a slice of pineapple from the bowl of fruit you’d ordered from room service.

“About five minutes away I think. Are you still in the hotel?”

“Yeah. Don’t need to be ready until 5.”

You were getting ready for the BAFTAS, which Harry had hoped to be there with you for but you’d decided to take your nan as your date instead since she wanted to spend as much time with you as possible.

Harry was more than happy to let Nana, as he liked to call her, be your date to the BAFTAS. Plus, it meant that he could go see the football.

“You’re going to look so pretty.”

Harry had helped your pick out your dress, which was a sophisticated black to contrast the red carpet you’d be walking down. The dress itself was beautifully cut and shaped you in all the right places, making you look elegant and regal.

“I’m nervous.” You picked up your phone so the conversation felt a little more intimate, even though it was still over face-time.

“Why, love?”

“Don’t normally do stuff like this without you.” You pouted.

Harry wished he could kiss that pout away, “And yet the times that you do, you always end up winning! It’s like they never want you to win when i’m there.”

It was a running joke that Harry was your ‘bad luck charm’.

You didn’t believe that though. It’s just that other actors performed better and won, over you, because of it. If anything, you always won because you got to go home and drink hot tea and eat popcorn with your Harry.

“I’ll miss you.” Your face was so close to the camera that Harry could probably see up your nose.

“I miss you. Send me photos when you’re getting ready. I wanna see you before anyone else.”

“Okay.” You smiled. It was routine at this point to always show each other’s public outfits before anyone else.

“Have you got your ring?”

You held up your left hand and wiggled your ring finger in front of the camera. You blushed thinking about the moment that you got given the piece of delicate jewellery, with Harry on one knee.

“Always.”

“You going to wear it on the carpet?”

“Of course. Not going to draw attention to it though. I’ll let people discover it for themselves.”

Harry laughed at the thought. You two were practically the biggest, most A-List, celebrity couple around at the moment and so when people watch sight of you with the ring there’s no doubt it’s all people will talk about for weeks.

Someone told Harry they’d arrived at the venue, then.

“I have to go, honey, but text me updates please. Wanna see you get ready through photos, okay?”

“Okay.” You promised. “Text me to let me know you’re safely home later, please.”

Even though he was going back to his Manchester home, you still liked to know that he was safe and sound. Especially since you were in London and weren’t going to get to be with him tonight.

“Will do. I love you.” Harry kissed his fingers and then dotted them over the camera.

You returned the gesture, “I love you. Bye, bye, bye!”

•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•

You were just finishing getting ready and scrolling through Twitter.

Harry was trending worldwide for showcasing his new hair. His growing hair. No one had seen him like this since the end of Tour last year.

You pouted because you missed him a lot.

People were absolutely loving it. As always, a lot of people were losing their shit over Harry content. You were too, because you missed him.

“Oh, he looks so good!” Your stylist, Jamie, gasped behind you.

Jamie was currently fixing your hair and you had to say they had done an impressive job.

“I know.” You smiled to yourself.

“He looks like a sexy CEO.”

You laughed out loud at that, “When he puts on his glasses he does.” You agreed.

“Harry wears glasses?” Jamie gasped.

“Yeah, hang on..”

You started to go through your camera roll. It was only a few days ago that he had gotten new glasses, because he’d managed to lose his old ones. Typical.

You stopped on a photo of Harry sat in bed with the duvet up on his chest, a book in his lap and his glasses on. He didn’t realise you had taken the photo of him, but it was now one of your favourites.

“Oh damn…” Jamie gasped. “If your marriage ever goes south, tell him I’ll be available.”

You laughed again, shaking your head in dismissal but also approval.

You went back to Twitter to see if any of the Harrie accounts you follow have tweeted anything. You make yourself laugh as you look through their feral comments.

And just because you like to cause a riot on the internet you liked an insane tweet.

harriesmiles: the way that this photo makes me want to cling onto harry like a koala bear and never let go

It wasn’t long before you were trending with Harry.

Then the face-time call comes through from him.

“Am I done?” You asked Jamie quickly.

He nods, knowing you routine with Harry, and allows you to slip into the bathroom next to the bedroom.

You answered the call shortly after locking the bathroom door.

“Hellooo.” You said in a weird voice, feeling hyper from the Twitter craze.

“Hi, babe.” Harry was obviously outside and trying to watch where he was going, more than looking at you.

“Has the match finished?”

“Yeah.” And you honestly didn’t care enough about football to ask how it went. “Are you ready?”

Harry’s eyes flicked down to his screen momentarily, smirking when he catches sight of your glammed out makeup.

One thing Harry loved more than anything was you in a red-lip, so of course you had to make sure you had one for him - despite the fact he couldn’t kiss it off you tonight.

“What?” You giggled, watching him trying to suppress his smirk in public.

“You’re so annoying. I’m trying to act all cool and mysterious here and you’re making me smile like an idiot.”

You dipped your head and smiled, accentuating the blush that was already powdered onto your cheeks.

“H, honey, you’re walking through the streets of Manchester. No one cares about how you act. They’re probably all drunk anyways.”

“True, true.”

“Did you have a pint?” You propped your phone on the counter.

“Uh, yeah.” He said whilst trying to cross a road.

“Love, do you want to call me back when you’re at less risk of being hit by a car?” You sarcastically asked.

“No!” He yelped. “No. Needs to be now.”

You gave him a confused look but carried on regardless.

You shuffled back in the bathroom, giving him a full angle.

You watched in anticipation as Harry looked at you through his tiny screen, wishing it were ten times bigger.

“Wow.” Was all he said and you giggled like a girl having a high-school crush. “I love you so much.”

“So you like?” You swished your dress from side to side.

“Mhm. Wishing I wasn’t so far from you now.”

“Tomorrow. I’ll have all the kisses for you then.”

“Tomorrow it is, then.” Harry smirked to himself, kissing the camera.

Little did you know that tomorrow was coming a lot sooner. In fact, Harry had been running for the earliest train out of Manchester and down to London for the duration of the phone call. Because Harry was always going to show up for you.

[lorarri]

★ . . . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 , 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

summary , being forced to go to a gp was not something on Y/N's 2023 bingo card but who knows maybe she will create a friendships that could help her thought this tough time

pairing , step dad! lewis hamilton x fem! young teen! reader

pervious part | series masterlist | main masterlist | f1 masterlist | lewis hamilton masterlist | next part

MOTHER Lewis has got us VIP tickets to the Australian gp Isn't that exciting!

Y/N but I have an archery comp on that weekend

MOTHER dw about it I've pulled you from the comp you can do the next

Y/N are you fucking kidding me you pulled me from a comp to go watch you boyfriend's race what the fuck?!?!?!

MOTHER language young lady first of all he my fiance and he is gonna be your step father soon

Y/N he is not gonna be my anything as far as I'm concerned and the only way I am going is if you drag me there kicking and screaming so fuck you

MINJI babe where is u at?

Y/N @ the Aussie Gp 💀 ... girl don't u remember me telling you guys about this 🙄

HANNI We do but your mom just called asking if we knew where you were 😭😭

Y/N wtf would you guys know where I am 😐

DANIELLE cuz aparently she can't find you and she thinks you are trying to catch a flight out of the country to avoid spending time with her and lewis 🫣

Y/N tf is this bitch on? I would never put that much effort into her let that be know first and for most 😝 second of all I'm hanging out with Max and Daniel 😌 so dw I'm not trynna skip town 😔

HAERIN Max and Daniel? as in like Red Bull's drivers Max and Daniel as in like Mad Max 😡 and big dick Danny ric 🤠

Y/N ew 🤢🤢🤮🤮 never say that again 🚫 but yes that would be them 👍

MINJI ... proof or it never happened 👀

Y/N

happy now?

HANNI okay but how did you even meet?

Y/N walked off to have a smoke and ran into them and started talking

DANIELLE ain't your mom gonna be pissed though?

Y/N why?

HAERIN cuz your created a better bond with Max and Daniel then what you have with Lewis

Y/N tbh I don't really fucking care Lewis seems like an alright guy ngl but I don't like how my mother is forcing me to spend time with him it's awkward and weird escpially since my dad is refusing to answer my calls or texts and everytime a ask my mother about it she says "maybe he is busy sweetheart" and "well look at it this way it will be the perfect opportunity to bond with Lewis" so yeah I have 0 shits to give rn anyway I need to go time for the race max says I can watch in the red bull garage

NANA (EX WIFE) my plan isn't working I thought by forcing you to stay away Y/N and Lewis could bond but I think she hates him more now

JUNHO (EX HUSBAND) no shit sherlock btw I'm coming to pick Y/N up this weekend she staying at my house till she has to go back to school

NANA (EX WIFE) is that bitch gonna be there?

JUNHO (EX HUSBAND) yes my girlfriend is going to be there and I am going to show you the correct way of introducing your kid to your new partner and that starts by telling them the truth about why you marriage ended in the first place and since you refuse to tell her I will read

[haruchi-slit]

"ARE YOU MISTER RIGHT? ARE YOU THE LOVE OF MY LIFE?"

warnings: mdni + p in v + missionary + not proof read | synopsis: surprising kento with a lingerie :)

nanami is literally, literally the perfect man, he's literally what GUY.exe (song) is describing! 6ft tall? check, super strong? check, emotional stability? check, kind? check! financial security? check! nanami is literally the man of possibilities and most importantly he's someone who's literally so sweet and romantic, he never once missed to pick you up from your work, he is the type to carry your bags so you won't struggle to carry them around, nanami is the type of guy to not ket you suffer alone from loneliness but, most importantly he is someone passionate and rough in bed....he'd have you moaning and squirming in bed like crazy, with your hands pinned down close to your ears as he slowly snaps his hips to your cunt, he's so gentle and all, he's the type of guy to be rough but in the most gentle way possible...

and because your fiance is such husband material, you decided to surprise him by secretly ordering a lingrie online, to reward him on his endless love for you...

and it was the best choice you've ever made in your life.

"nana-ahhmi!" you'd roll his name out of your mouth as you feel his cock penetrate deep down in your pussy, as your nails burry themselves on nanami's back and shoulders, "h-honey" he huffs, his voice full of thirst and extremity as he pushes your thighs higher that it almost folded you in half, "sorry for -goodness-" he paused, as your gummy walls

spasmed around his throbbing cock, "ripping your lingerie," he continues, with his raspy voice tinted with a apologetic tone,

"'s no problem kento- ah!" your mind full of fervor and lewd thoughts as kento plunges his pudgy cock in and out of your gummy walls, your hands creeping on to his neck, while your eyes locked on to one another, while you admired his surreally handsome face with his prominent jawline, he was just so majestic, angelic, even.

his sweat rolls down to the crevices of his neck, as his hand inched to your forehead to swiftly swipe away your hair and sweat, "i-i know I've told you this so many times..." he struggles to form a sentence as his other hand supported your neck, "-but you're so gorgeous," he mused with a frail tone,

"i love you, so much my love" he adds, his hips instinctively twitching to you, "me too kento- ugh! i love you!" you blurted out as your hazy eyes focused on how his cock derange your insides, he so far deep in you that you could feel him, hitting your womb, as his cock bulged on your tummy, you could feel the familiar knot tighten in your abdomen as the waves of pleasure waved across your head to your shoulders then to the heels of your foot to your clit, "mmmffhh-ah!" you let out a breathy moan, as clenched and sucked kento's cock in your pussy, you spasmed around him, drenching his cock with your arousal, "are you, close?" you couldn't respond, you were completely blanked out, fucked dumb, your eyes rolling back in the deepest part of your skull, your toes squirming and quivering and your back arched, your whole body throbbed and pulsed as you soaked kento's member with your sappy cum slushing down on his thick cock, "kentoo, yesyesyes! gosh!" you screamed as kento throbed inside your cunt, he continues to thrust in you making your pussy spasm uncontrollably around his cock, making your pussy so tight,

"you're squeezing me so t-tight" he grunts his voice was raspy, so alluring that you just want to cum all over his cock again,

"so close, honey, I'm close" he moaned, as his arms pulled you close burying his cock much deeper in you, as he nuzzles on your neck, before shooting his luscious cream in your cunt, you both catched your breaths your bodies, was scorchingly hot because of the heated session, "i love you" he whispers, still nuzzling on your neck, making his voice vibrate against your body "i love you more" you murmur as you feel your mixed arousal drip down your pussy, your hand wandered on his back as your other hand supported your body, the two of stayed silent basking the after glow of the bliss the two of you shared.

a/n: gege is right nanami is the ONLY right choice...

[tilthedayidice]

Welcome Back to "Hey I don't have a date for this thing i have this weekend.... are... are you busy?"

Today's "Treasure" is: +1 Breastplate

"Wearing this "Plus One" garment allows you to bring one additional person to a wedding or any other similar occasion.

AC bonus from Dexterity limited to a +2

Medium Armor"

THANK THE GOD!S!!! Marta's bitch ass fiance said I couldn't bring Ballimund with me this weekend and I REFUSE to go spend time with his family WITHOUT someone to pull me out of convos there. Fuck THAT and FUCK his Nana's Amaranth Loaf, ITS DRY!!!!

[lol-im-done]

Ghost of His Past

summary: joel hadn't seen you since the night the world had gone to shit, now here you were 20 years later in the Boston QZ, bursting into his life like a ray of sunlight after the darkest storm. read on ao3

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

author's note/tags: wrote this purely based off me watching the show, apologies for any inconsistencies with the game. I love Pedro as Joel! would love to write more so any suggestions/feedback would be appreciated.

no major warnings, all the feels, flashbacks to pre!outbreak joel, references to drugs, some dark themes, age gap.

Boston QZ, 2023

“Joel?”

A soft voice floated through the air but Joel ignored it, thinking it a figment of his imagination, a stray memory coming back to torment him. The now familiar voice called out to him again and he paused in the middle of the sidewalk, heart beginning to pound involuntarily. Next to him Tess’ eyebrows scrunched in confusion at his reaction, twisting around to try and find the source. There was only one person who it could be and he wouldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe it until he saw it with his own eyes. Forcing himself to take a deep breath, he turned slowly to face the ghost of his past. His usual stoicness crumbled the moment he saw you. There you stood a bit uneasy in your new environment but you offered him a timid smile. The air left his lungs as if someone had kicked him in the ribs and he was transported back to Austin. 

September 26th, 2003

The last time he had seen you was the night the whole world had gone to shit. As the twisted body of Nana Adler half crawled, half ran at him, fear had Joel frozen in place unsure of what to do as Tommy shouted behind him. Before he could raise his makeshift weapon a gunshot rang through the air and Nana’s body hit the ground with a thud, blood and brains splattered against the grass of the pristine lawn. Joel, Tommy and Sarah turned to look at their savior, you, still clad in your nursing scrubs. Had it been under different circumstances Joel would have been impressed by your aim, he didn’t even know you could shoot a gun. 

You were a twenty-three year old with a dazzling smile that matched the ring on your wedding finger. Newly engaged, you and your fiance Luke had moved into the neighborhood only a year ago becoming fast friends of the Millers. Sarah had quickly latched onto you and you had taken her under your wing with enthusiasm. Joel had been amazed at the way you dotted on her, supported her and been there for her in the short time you had known them. Luke had come to admire Joel, taking lessons on how to fix up the house and learning the art of grilling on the weekends. You had developed a friendship with Joel based on your mutual love of music and surprisingly puzzles. Now you looked fractured, the last few hours completely shattering your reality and completely changing you forever. He could tell by your expression, the blood splattered against your face and Luke’s gun in your trembling hand that you had been forced to do the unthinkable in your home. Before he could offer you help the two remaining members of the Adler family came charging out of the home and in rapid succession you had sent more bullets flying, making them howl in pain. 

“Go!” you screamed at them, Tommy wasting no time in jumping into the driver’s seat but Sarah tried desperately to reach for you. 

“We can’t leave her dad!” Sarah had screeched in a panic as Joel pushed her into the truck. 

“It’ll be alright Sarah, I’ll be fine,” you choked out, trying to reassure the young girl but the panic in your voice did little to calm her. Joel paused at the truck door, jaw tense and knuckles tight as he gripped the wrench. He was overwhelmed, so conflicted in that moment, not wanting to leave you but he didn’t know what this was. He didn’t know who could end up sick. You wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to explain himself, that you understood he had to focus on his family and their safety first. Your lip wobbled as you sucked in a deep breath, motioning for him to get in the truck. 

“Go and don’t look back.” 

A lump formed in his throat at your words and against his better judgment he surged forward and placed a hand against your cheek. Tears continued to stream down your face as you gave him a weak smile of thanks. 

“Joel, we gotta go!” Tommy shouted as another neighbor crawled from their front door a few houses down. Before he knew it they were speeding down their street leaving their home behind, the sound of gunshots echoing through the cul de sac once more. Joel risked a look in the rear view mirror and the sight of you on your knees, gun cradled to your chest sent a chill down his spine. The ear splitting scream of sorrow that followed would haunt him for years to come. 

Present Day

Even now the radiance of your smile almost blinds him, the setting sun casting a golden glow against your skin. Joel wasn’t sure what overcame him at that moment, he was suddenly flooded with emotions he had spent the last two decades trying to suppress. An invisible force seemed to pull you both together as you ran towards each other. The moment his arms wrapped around you, practically crushing you, a sob broke past your lips as you squeezed him back with equal fervor to make sure he was real. When you had seen him walking down the street you hadn’t quite believed it was him but his striking features assured you it was Joel Miller. 

“It’s so good to see you,” you laughed tearfully. 

“I can’t believe you’re alive- that you’re here,” Joel murmured into your hair. 

“Who’s this?” 

Tess’ voice seemed to snap Joel out of it and he slowly  untangled himself from you but still kept himself close to your side as if you were at risk of disappearing. 

“This is (Y/N), we were neighbors back in Texas. A friend of the family,” Joel explained and you nodded in agreement. A short silence followed as your adrenaline waned, questions flooding your mind and it was clear that a more serious conversation would follow. 

“I’ll see you later Joel,” Tess murmured, still looking confused as if she had never seen this side of him before. Joel gave her a brief nod in reply before turning to you, his deep brown eyes trailing over your face. 

“C’mon, we got a lot to catch up on.”

Following him to his apartment which you realized was across the building you had been assigned to, he led you into his space mumbling an apology about the mess. As he poured you a cup of water your eyes roamed the room, heart lurching at the butterfly on the window. It matched the one in his kitchen back home. Home. There was no more home for either of you and you shook your head to rid yourself of the thought. 

“Joel?”

He turned to look at you and his stomach twisted uncomfortably, he knew that look and what would come next.  

“Sarah...she’s not here is she?”

“She’s not.”

At his words you sank into one of the chairs, hand pressed to your heart as it seemed to crumble beneath your skin. “You don't have to say anything more about her Joel, just know that I loved her very much,” you finally managed to say. When you looked up at him, you had to stop yourself from reaching out to comfort him, he looked so lost. 

“I won’t pretend I know how to start this off. It's not everyday you find someone from before,” Joel sat in the chair next to you. 

“I think it would be only right for me to say that I’m glad you’re alive,” you replied. That seemed to make the corners of his lips slightly curve upwards and you had a feeling he didn’t smile much these days. 

“How did you make it all this way darling?”

The term of endearment had a fiery blush dusting your cheeks which made something flutter in Joel’s chest. He had never called you that before which was expected as you were once engaged. Now though, you took a moment to appreciate his handsome ruggedness before returning to his question.

“I continued my work as a nurse, traveled through the South trying to help who I could. The Army and then FEDRA snatched up most of the doctors and nurses for themselves which didn’t leave much for the survivors. Eventually FEDRA found me in Georgia and I managed to strike a sort of deal. Some freedom of movement and to treat civilians as long as I committed to some time in the QZs,” you explained, glossing over the more traumatic details. Perhaps stories for another time. Joel could tell by your expression and the faded scar on your jaw that you had been through tough times, you being here now only spoke to the bravery you had shown that night you had saved them. Slowly you opened up to one another, treading lightly with the topics of your discussion before you glanced at the clock on the wall. 

“I think I’ve overstayed my welcome,” you smiled nervously, moving to stand and Joel tried not to let his disappointment show. 

“I know things are different now,” you cringed a bit at the understatement. “But if you ever want to hang out you know or just reminisce about Austin...,” you offered. It was your use of the word reminisce, as if he would find it enjoyable to think about everything he had lost. A dark shadow crossed Joel’s face making him frown, the lines around his eyes deepening. 

“Why the hell would I want to reminisce?” he all but growled. Usually his foul moods and brooding stare would scare off anyone in a ten mile radius but he was surprised to not even see you flinch. You had faced much worse in this life than the simple anger of men. His sudden mood change was unsurprising to you, you had once been the same way, poisoned by grief unable to even think about the past without being reduced to a puddle of overwhelming sadness. With a sigh, you scooted closer to Joel. 

“For a long time I forced myself to not think about that day, and all the days that came afterward. It was even too painful to think about life before Outbreak Day. But in doing that I started forgetting about them, all of the people I cared for. Their loss stained my memories, I started forgetting how they looked, the sound of their voices,” your voice cracked. “It hurts, revisiting the past. I spent so many nights wide awake thinking of simply what could have been. Then I forced myself to face it, said each of their names just to make myself remember. It was like being doused in a bucket of ice water,” you continued and Joel was stunned at your honesty. It had been so long since someone had voiced their emotions so sincerely. “The more I allowed myself to revisit them in my memory, the less I would see Luke’s face as I shot him when I closed my eyes. The less I would imagine all the scenarios in which my family and friends had died,” your continued and Joel found himself offering you his hand which you took gratefully. “I started seeing the big picture again, not the fraction of tragedy. Twenty years is a long time but at least I won’t spend the next twenty as haunted as I was. For some reason we’re still here and they’re not. But that doesn’t mean their memory has to be gone too,” you murmured. 

“Most people that meet me think I’m naive, a hopeless optimist of some kind but I know that every day, every hour is not promised to us. If the universe continues to keep me alive I’m going to try my best to make it worth it,” you finished, giving his hand a squeeze. Joel was at a loss for words, still processing what you had shared with him. After a few moments he managed to find his voice.  

“It's past curfew and I’m not sure if your status as medic will grant you any favors, it's best if you stay here tonight,” Joel offered, standing up and motioning to his bed. 

“Oh you don’t have to- what about the woman you were with? I thought she was-,” you stammered slightly. 

“Tess is my smuggling partner, she comes by some nights but she doesn’t live here,” he corrected you. “We’re not together like that...not anymore.”

“Alright, I don’t mind taking the sofa-,”

“Not a chance darling,” Joel crossed his strong arms. 

“There’s that southern charm I’ve missed,” you teased, squeezing his bicep before tucking yourself into his bed. Surrounded by his scent and the surprisingly warm blanket you quickly succumbed to sleep. Joel found himself watching you sleep soundly, entranced by the way the moonlight cascaded over your face. On instinct he reached for the bag of pills in his pocket. Something stopped him, his hand straying away from the pills as your words replayed in his head. Then I forced myself to face it, said each of their names just to make myself remember. He felt silly but he began to sound out the name he hadn’t uttered in years.

“Sa- Sarah,” he whispered. A weight seemed to unload from his chest and he felt lighter somehow. That night he didn't dream of death, he was in a world of his own creation and like a ray of sunshine in the middle of it all was you.

[cherryschaos]

TIG characters as things I've said recently

Xander: Stop making fun of my eyebrow bald spot

Grayson: I forgot to take my depression meds this morning, do I have to participate

Alisa: Don't gasp like that, it makes me think something's wrong.

Jameson: I came up with this drink concoction I'm officially a genius

Gigi: Okay, but like maybe it won't diuretic more than you're already diureticing

Strawberry Blonde Sociopath #2 (E**) You win the game by being a good liar? Lying? That's like breathing for me

Max: Kylie taught me how to twerk

Libby: I'm sorry I just didn't know who else to call

Grayson: Here, you can borrow my pen. Just don't break it.

Thea: I don't like drama, I like being informed. I'm drama adjacent

Nash: Which option will let you sleep easier

Alisa: I manage phones and family, you take care of patients

Xander: Walk away from the doughnuts. Walk AWAY from the doughnuts.

Jameson: The foreshadowing in this…I can't.

Grayson: How the hell are they that stupid?

Nana: Does it count as murder if it's known they have sleep apnea?

Gigi: I need more coffee

Xander: BEHOLD! The first scribblings of the romance book I've told you my idea about

Max: This author writes smut that will really test your pokerface

Jameson: I don't want your fiance’s armpit germs on my deodorant

Avery: Your name is not a reason why your statement is correct

Alisa: And that is why you shouldn't make friends

[pumpkinprincess22]

Some characters in my rewrite are getting renamed and some unnamed characters are getting names! Here is a few of them

Nicole Von Ronsenburg - Nicole was born the eldest child of the Lord of Scaleswind. Her name when she was born was Nikola but she changed it when she ran away to a less Scaleswind sounding name to blend in further North.

Lord Von Ronsenburg - He never had a name in canon so he's named Alexander Von Ronsenburg now.

Nekoette Ashida - We don't have time to get into the many reasons I don't like the name Nekoette so let's just say I don't like it and move on. Her name is Reina now. I initially named her Rena after Lady Irene but then I changed it to a more Japanese name to fit with Nana.

Kawaii-Chan - This one is easy, changed her name from KC to her birth name from MyStreet because Nana Ashida fits the setting better.

Lady Irene - The religious figure's name is remembered as being Irene but her name as a person was actually Irena. Based on a random early S1 lore drop which was retconned but my ass went but what if it wasn't. In Scaleswind she is remembered as Irena, the person who saved their city. Throughout Ru'aun she is remembered as Irene, the Divine Warrior.

Abraham Goldwin - So he's not technically a character in MCD but he is important to my Zianna so he's important to me. Jeffory and Vylad's father, Zianna's ex-fiance. He is the person Abby is named after and the reason Jeffory and Abby use the surname 'Goldenheart'.

Shad and Irene's daughter - She doesn't have a name in canon but I am giving her one. She accidentally became my favourite character last night when I got a little too invested in her. Her name was Astra.

Finally and perhaps most importantly Aphmau herself - I decided I didn't really like her name so I changed it. Arja is a nickname of Irena in finish and it begins with an A. It's the perfect name for her.

[hemulenish-hijinks]

Aunt Hemulen

Exclusive to the second series of Adventures from Moominvalley, she came to Moominvalley to give her brother, Mr. Hemulen, a surprise visit, only to be sidetracked by a group of children with no adult supervision.

Infamous for a clip on YouTube of her most rude moment in the episode, Aunt Hemulen isn't actually such a terrible person, she just happens to be an extremely naggy person who has amazing cooking skills and a genuine care for these children she's never seen before. She has an extreme fear of the Groke and yet she took the hint when the children used that against her and let them be, only to speak of them very kindly to her brother and be saved by them when nearly drowning in the river.

Nana's Fiance

Not much is known about him besides being Mr. Hemulen's nephew, but we do know he had a disrespect for fireworks before his uncle taught him The Way. He seems like a fine gentleman, engaged to a pretty girl who became exhausted looking for him.

[flowerakatsuka]

kuroba isn't the only person on staff at yotsubana florals, say hello to the other employees of the store!

[ txt transcription + more info under the cut! ]

NANA MIDORIYO ( meant to sound similar to " nanmo da yo, " a phrase meaning " don't worry about it " in the Hokkaido dialect )

~ 26 years old • she / her • 5'1" ( 154.9 cm )

One of the employees at Yotsubana Florals and a college friend of Kuroba's. Originally from Furano, Hokkaido. Dreams of starting a flower farm, works at Kuroba's shop to save towards that goal. Has a fiance back in her hometown named Azuma Shiraki, ( meant to sound similar to " azumashi, " an adjective from the Hokkaido dialect that describes something as comfortable or calming. ) Very sweet and care-free, a bit air-headed at times. Was one of Kuroba's fans back in college, but after a certain " karaoke incident, " she befriended them once she realized they were pretty down-to-earth and easy to talk to. A bit of a busybody when it comes to others' romantic lives, especially Kuroba's

Comes from a big family that runs an osen in Furano, youngest of 5 kids and grew up around a lot of her extended family.

Azuma was a friend of hers since middle school, but didn't confess his feelings to her until she came back from college. They've been engaged for a little over a year, he plans to move to Tokyo once they're officially married and go to school for agricultural economics, ( he wants to be helpful with Nana's dream. )

Kuroba calls her " Nanamo. "

HISOKA KIBATSU ( meaning " secret " & " unusual " respectively )

~ 17 years old • he / him • 5'8" ( 172.7 cm )

Another employee of Yotsubana Florals, a 2nd year student at Akatsuka Highschool and a friend of Kuroba's younger brother, Keshiki. He's a member of the school's Beautification Committee and idolizes Kuroba after finding a hydrangea care guide they wrote up for the incoming underclassmen years ago. Hopes to study botany in college. Comes across as a reserved and serious kid, ( if not a bit of a hardass, ) but is actually on the strange side and only really cares about plants. This extends to his grades, with Science being the only subject he does well in. Collects floral-themed socks and wears them according to the flower's blooming period.

Only child, raised by a single working mother. Grew up in Tokyo, but lives outside of Akatsuka so he commutes to school by train, ( usually with Keshiki. )

He met Keshiki in their first year of highschool, when the latter stopped by the Beautification Committee to check it out despite not wanting to join. Hisoka told him to get lost since he was wasting their time, but switched up real quick once he heard someone call him " Yotsubana. " Despite that rough first meeting, they actually ended up getting along pretty well and became close since then.

Popular with girls, but is extremely indifferent about it and shrugs them off. This kinda pisses Keshiki off, ( like be grateful, damn it, ) but he usually shuts up once Hisoka tells him he'd rather hang out with him.

Kuroba usually calls him " Hisoka-kun " or " Hiso-kun. " Hisoka is very keen on calling them " Sensei " in return, even though they'd prefer he'd not. Also, has called them dad at least once and is forever embarrassed about it.

AAAAND, for a little bonus : here's what they think of the shop's most loyal loiter and temp employee.

[hannahhook7744]

I'm honestly surprised that in the original Leverage everyone had a family member show up or be a victim except for Hardison.

Sophie had that lady that was her aunt.

Nate had his dad, his ex wife, and his niece (and his son in flashbacks).

Parker had her father figure show up (and less than stellar guardians in flashbacks).

Elliot's ex fiance and her dad showed up and he went to visit his dad once.

Yet we never see that for Tara (makes sense since she wasn't a main) and Hardison.

Honestly I'm glad though because Hardison's Nana sounds like a saint.

Though a downside is it would have been fun to see her interact with the peeps.

[aliypop]

You Never Can Tell

Word count: 540

Prompt: 1959 Cecelia is in Bad Nauheim Germany to visit her fiance, but in the most tender moments the unexpected happens

Warning: Smut

Note: I hope you enjoy this one shot!

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1959 Bad Naulheim Germany

"Elvis!" Cecelia moaned her thigh around his waist, giving him another angle to thrust with, "God, I missed you..." his breath coming out in soft pants. "Righ there~" She nearly sang out, her legs shaking in the German moonlight, her eyes were half-lidded as she arched her back. If only he could keep this image of her forever in his mind on his remaining lonely nights on base. "You like that sweetheart?" His hips started to sputter as he heard the sweet melody of moans leave her lips,

"See, you've learned a few things..." Her brown eyes looking deep into his soul,

"Might've..." He joked, leaving tender kisses on her nipples,

"Elvis!"

"Just think soon you'll be screamin my name like that on our Wedding night..." His hips went faster as his brow accumulated sweat, "If only it could come Fa-Ster!" She bit her lip, her eyes soaked in lust, his in pure admiration.

"Maybe it can..." Elvis smiled,

"What do you mean?"

"Let's get married tonight." He held her close,

"El..."

"Cil, I mean it, you, me, no press?" He added as she gave him her full attention,

"What about family?"

"Ah, we'll have a big public Wedding when I return for good." He smiled, pulling out of Cecelia as she grinned, "So..."

"Well, go! It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!" She pushed him out the door.

"Cece!"

"What cold feet?"

"Try a cold ass..."

"Oh, Right!" Throwing his boxers at him. When Cecelia walked towards the car. Elvis looked at her in shock. Her hair was curled in a perfect wedding style, but he had wondered what was in that bag of hers,

"You look amazing in your formals..."

"Thanks, honey, but..."

"Shssh just drive."

Elvis waited for Cecelia at the alter as she disappeared to the bathroom, Charlie, who Elvis had called, walked Cecelia down and Elvis' jaw nearly dropped on the floor, to Cecelia her dress was nothing spectacular but to Elvis, he was impressed that she had a white dress ready. As the ceremony went on the two couldn't help but be happy at what they had done, it was sudden and impulsive but it was a them kind of thing.

"Congrats once again Mr. and Mrs. Presley."Charlie winked watching Elvis sneakingly carry her over the threshold. Their giggles stiffened,

"How's it feel?"

"How's what feel?"

"To be my wife." He whispered hoping not to wake anyone,

"It feels... Great."

A week passed and Cecelia was on her way soon back to Memphis, taking her wedding band and placing it by his other ring around her neck, Cecelia gave him a kiss and a salute.

"At ease soldier."

"I'll miss you..."

"See you 1960..."

March 1960 Memphis Tennesee

"Would he like red...No...no pink?" She looked at her lipstick, "Mmmm, mix 'em." She said to herself one foot in her pantyhose the other bare, she was bouncing around getting dressed for his return party, her hair halfway done, taking out her pin-curls. "Wiggle Dress..." She mumbled falling over as she heard laughter,

"Well, don't you look... Sexy."

"Elvis! You're back! Don't look at me!"She blushed as he walked closer, "Me not look at my wife not gonna happen..."

[lorarri]

★ . . . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 , 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

summary , angry at not being able to stay with her dad for a week Y/N is caught doing something she isn't suppose to and now she is stuck in the in between

pairing , step dad! lewis hamilton x fem! young teen! reader

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MOTHER

why have I just got an email from school saying that you are drunk and high and I need to come get you?

Y/N

glad you can read an email and follow basic instructions

MOTHER

why are you doing this

what are you getting out of this besides a bunch of trouble?

Y/N

well maybe if you let me see dad like you promised

instead of forcing me to stay with you and you fiance

I wouldn't be "acting out"

MOTHER

your dad and his new skank girlfriend are clearly a bad influence I mean you have never done this before

Y/N

I have you just never caught me

this message has not been delivered

what ever

when are you coming to pick me up

MOTHER

lewis should be there in half an hour

since I'm out of the country

he's the only one who can come get you

Y/N

great just great

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NANA

how is she?

LEWIS

well she is completly wasted

and reeks of week

NANA

have you tried to talk to her?

LEWIS

no

she is laughing like a maniac

and is in no state to have a serious conversation

talk to her later

NANA

I don't think she wants to talk to me

LEWIS

is she still upset about you not letting her see her dad

NANA

yes

LEWIS

why don't you let her go to his house

it could give both of you time to cool down

NANA

but what if she doesn't want to see me anymore

what if she like junho's girlfriend more than me

LEWIS

that's not gonna happen love

so let her go okay?

NANA

okay...