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💗 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 - 𝙧𝙤𝙚'𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣

eddie munson x fem!reader

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For @carolmunson's eddie munson event that you can find here!

Prompt and plot: A romantic night at the trailer that holds a twist at the end of the story that seals the fate and future of you two - filled with fluff, yearning, established relationship and eddie munson shenanigans

a/n: it doesn't really have the stranger things lore, but this is just Eddie, normal goofy Eddie. taggin people here if they are interested to participate @andvys @lofaewrites @taintedcigs

THE BOY IS MINE

You were whistling while moving around in the small kitchen, the water already boiling for the pasta you were going to make for today’s dinner. You were finishing off the cake on the counter, tongue poking out as you squeezed the piping bag to create swirls with the vanilla frosting oozing out.

It wasn’t the best, but it was something. Tomorrow was Wayne’s birthday after all, and you wanted everything to be perfect when he returns from work in the morning. You finished, not noticing a bit of frosting was on your nose, and you dragged the cake into the fridge. The sounds around Forest Hills were the same as always, someone laughing at a sitcom on the TV, teenagers laughing in the back, but then at one point, the park became silent at night.

It was bliss compared to your life before meeting Eddie.

That comedic charismatic boy back in high school who got on the cafeteria tables to state the most mundane things, catching everyone’s attention, including yours. Fate brought you two together, and you found out he was not… as charismatic as you first believed he was. At least not entirely natural.

But that made you stick to him like glue, and he always reminded you that he couldn’t believe you paid attention to him. That was five years ago, and now, leaving your messy luxurious life behind, you are happily dancing in the kitchen to the sound of Rock the Casbah. At the same time, you throw the pasta in the boiling water and grab the can of prepared marinara sauce so that you can heat it in a pan.

The door slowly opened and you turned to see Eddie walking in with a tired look on his face, your heart skipped a beat but you decided to keep dancing, turning the sound up. His eyes meet your face and you smile at him and his dimples start to form, his bright teeth shine through, his eyebrows perking up as he rushes towards you to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close, swaying his hips with yours, greeting you with a shower of kisses all over your face, successfully cleaning your nose.

“How is my queen doing?” He asked with a huge smile after he left saliva all over your face. His hair was messy, and it was pretty noticeable that he wore your scrunchie at work because of the dents here and there. He had a bit of dirt on his nose so you licked your thumb and softly wiped it away and he hummed in approval.

“Making dinner… How was work?” And at your question, he rolled his head in a circle while groaning loudly.

“If I have to explain to Eugene how to change oil one more time, I will commit arson darling– Seriously, you will have to help me hide a body with the way things are going.” He sighed while pulling away from you so you could swirl the pasta in the pot and mix a little bit of spices into the sauce.

“You know I would completely do it, you just tell me when to buy the acid.” A giggle escaped your lips and he smiled while approaching you from behind, pressing a kiss on the back of your exposed neck. You sighed in delight and then you turned your head with a smile on your face, receiving a kiss on the lips from him. Soft, tender, caring, just like he always does with you, your heart soaring towards the roof of the trailer, and if it could, it would go towards the moon.

“This is why I love you.” You gave him another soft peck, turning back towards the food. He kept the kisses, one after the other on the skin of your neck, a shiver running down your spine as your body started to rise in temperature. He always riled you up whenever he could, and now more so than before.

“Eddie, baby, I love you too but if you don’t stop we’re gonna have a problem… and I’m hungry.” You heard him chuckle as he let go of you, going towards the fridge and opening it to gasp in surprise.

“HOLY SHIT! Look at that darling! Wayne is gonna go crazy with this.” He was giddy, doing a little jump in his place and you giggled at his childish act, yet so endearing. Your eyes widened when you saw him already poking his hand in.

“Don’t mess up my frosting! It took a while!” He shook his head with a pout as he closed the fridge’s door, rushing towards you to grab onto your free hand and raise your arm up as he started kissing from wrist to shoulder, making you laugh in your place, wiggling with his touch.

“You are the best thing, a gift from above, how lucky it is I for having thee in my life!” His voice was squeaky, high pitched, yet adorable in every way possible, that comedic side of him that never left him, despite it all. Despite adulthood, despite the hard times the two of you are going through.

“Shut up! Prepare the table and get the fancy glasses my liege.” You joked as he let go of your arm, squinting at you, a soft ‘ha ha’ leaving his mouth.

“I ran out of those, are cups of your interest your majesty?” He mimicked and you straightened up while taking the sauce out of the stove so it wouldn’t overboil.

“I guess I can be flexible. Just for now.” He smiled, reaching out on his cupboards to start preparing the coffee table for your dinner. Your stomach growled and growled in desperate need of substance and you were getting irritated at the damn noodles in the pot that just needed two more minutes. You bent down with a groan as you opened the cabinet under the sink to take the colander out.

Eddie walked back into the kitchen in two steps and looked into the pot. With a fork he fetched one single noodle out and held it in between his fingers, slamming it against his wall and seeing it stick, a proud smile on his face while you were already glaring at him. The back of the stove is definitely filled with noodles that fell after Eddie’s test.

“What? I checked and they are done!” He gave your forehead a kiss and grabbed the colander out of your hands and put it on the sink. You whined as you looked at your empty hands and back at him.

“I can–”

“Put the drinks on the table baby.” You sighed and rolled your eyes as you opened the fridge to take the Pepsi and water out. You walked towards the living room and placed the bottles on the coffee table where Eddie already placed two cups and two forks.

You looked towards your boyfriend who was cursing under his breath while moving the pot with worn-out kitchen gloves towards the colander and you couldn’t help but giggle when you saw all the steam engulf him as he strained the noodles. Your boyfriend that sometimes works on weekends in order to make a few more extra dollars. Your boyfriend who stays extra hours for a little more in his paycheck, and all you do is make dinner for him and breakfast for Wayne, making you feel a little… useless. But Eddie wouldn’t let you help with work at all, not for now.

You walked back towards him to prepare the plates filled with pasta, your mouth salivating even more as Eddie did small jumps next to you with excitement. You were laughing at him, handing him his plate as you two walked towards the couch and finally sat down to have your peaceful dinner.

You devoured your plate in one second almost, and Eddie often told you to slow down with a laugh on his lips as he wiped the sauce off the corners of your mouth. You were smiling as you talked to him about your day, which wasn’t much, but it was something. You met with Robin, bought a few things you needed, bought the ingredients for the cake, and returned home to clean the house.

“And that is how I want you. Calm, at least for now.” He said with a fond smile as he finished his plate of food, you frowned at him and then looked at your plate and then back at him.

“Eds… Am I getting fat? Like too fat? More than what it should be?” The question was out of nowhere, yet it was always in the back of your mind, nagging like a needle in the middle of your nape. Always finishing your plates at record speed, eating more than usual… His eyebrows went downwards into a frown as he shook his head.

“What? Don’t say that, you know it’s not even true.” He replied with a soft tone in his voice and a fond look in his eyes that always sparkled whenever he looked at you… even after all these years.

“So, you like me like this?” You asked with a bit of shyness and he wiggled his eyebrows at you in a playful manner, and you already knew that he was going to say something ‘Eddie’.

“Well I prefer no clothes, but this is fine too–” And you threw a cushion up his head, making his head bob to the side, his mop of curls bouncing as he laughed, putting the cushion on his other side before looking back at you again. “I love you baby, in your entirety. I’m yours and always will be.”

You smiled at him, and your worries vanished in a second, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips, electricity flowing through the both of you as if it were the first time you ever kissed. That kiss that happened after graduation, behind the bleachers, the two of you finally leaving the games behind and falling blindly into one another.

Eddie pulled away with a big smack of the lips and you giggled at him as you turned to take a sip of your Pepsi while Eddie glanced at the small notebook on the corner of the table. He grinned widely an ‘OH’ escaping his lips, as if he remembered something, making you raise an eyebrow at him.

“What is that smile for?”

“I almost forgot, damn– Lemme– Cause I was talking to Henderson on the phone at work today cause I had THE BIGGEST idea for next campaign…” He reached out for the notebook and the pen, opening it, a list of names filling the small pages and he went to the very last one and wrote the name down, making you peek, a scrunch of your nose immediately happening on your face with disgust.

“Killiath!? What kind of name is that!?”

“The name of a warrior babe!” He smiled at you, teeth showing, dimples forming as he pointed at the name he wrote, curls bobbing up and down as he explained with dramatic hands. “It is fantastic, imagine, it’s the perfect name because who would mess with someone named Killiath!?”

“We don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl yet, Eds!” You whined at him and he laughed, putting the notebook on the table again. A notebook that is filled with a bunch of names that the two of you have been writing down for the arrival of a new Munson in the family. It wasn’t planned, but not unwelcome.

Nothing is unwelcome with Eddie and he feels the same about you.

Eddie has been working his ass off since he graduated so he could buy a new place for the two of you, but now he worked even harder with the extra hours and shifts to reach that goal before the baby is born… and he is extremely close.

“It can be neutral! Killiath sounds pretty badass, you can’t deny that.” You giggled at his childishness, shaking your head at him.

“Did Dustin talk you into this?”

“You know, Harrington asked me the same thing. I don’t know what’s wrong with Killiath.”

You shook your head as you rubbed your belly, but a fond smile of pure happiness was on your lips. The trailer was already a bit messy with all the baby things you started buying, everything that you could find on sale, and stuff that was donated from from Karen Wheeler and Claudia Henderson. Joyce Byers cooperated with an old strolled that was still sturdy even after so many years.

Even Gareth, Jeff, and Grant bought things for the baby, lots of ‘Rock n Roll’ clothes. They said they couldn’t wait to see if the child would turn out to be a musician like his father or a writer like yourself. You worked at the Hawkin’s Post before getting pregnant, and Eddie immediately told you to quit because that place, misogynistic as fuck, stressed you to levels you’ve never felt before, and the obstetrician advised to avoid any kind of stress for the baby.

Ever since then, you had time to write a lot, and having Eddie Munson as a boyfriend helped your imagination flow like water. Hopefully, when the baby is born, you can finally put out your very first book, and Eddie said he would be right next to you every step of the way, just like he always promised you. Life was sweet, even with the unexpected turn, and you wouldn’t change it for anything in the entire world.

“Everything Eds… Every fucking thing.” And your boyfriend pouted as he cursed under his breath in a small voice and a stomp of his boot.

“You’re no fun.”

end.

a/n: i just know eddie would be the happiest to have a kid, and try to give him everything he couldn't have when growing up.

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the art of purrsuasion - y. jungwon

jungwon has the purrfect solution for your unfurtunate situation

PAIRING: non idol! y. jungwon x reader GENRE: university au , fluff, friends to lovers | WORDCOUNT: 3.9 k WARNINGS: mild language? nothing rlly

Birthday Café Event!

Jungwon blinks at the sign hanging over the door to his favorite café, willing the mirage to change before his eyes. Not that it would do much considering the walls plastered with large posters of some k-pop idol in various poses, accompanied by balloons and streamers hanging obnoxiously from the ceiling.

The once cozy shop, tucked away in a less traveled street near his classes, had become a constant in his weekly routine. He found comfort in the quaint tables, the soft notes of music and the aroma of fresh baked goods flooding his senses as he grinded through his work. And yet, the café was betraying him now, the bustling crowd of fans indicating that today, his favorite latte and croissant wouldn't be there to soothe the sting of a 5 page requirement.

“Jungwon!” a voice calls in greeting, and he whips around to meet your eyes, catching your quickly falling expression as you take in the packed café. “Woah…what the hell is going on?”

You were another new constant in his life, ever since the first day of the semester. You had stumbled into class late, your hair whipping wildly around you as you quickly slid into the nearest available seat. Luckily for Jungwon, it just so happened to be the seat next to his own. He had slid his notes over to you, receiving a grateful beam in return that had his stomach churning and his cheeks heating.

That same seat was occupied by you the next day, and the day after that, and the next. Until, sometime between the muffled snorts at your professor’s sad attempts at jokes and whispered, “what the fuck does that even mean’s, the pair of you had become friends.

Jungwon was all for trying new things, but what he craved was stability, playing by the rules, routine. You were the opposite, a whirlwind of a person coming into his life with all the force of a hurricane.

Instead of putting up his walls to maintain some semblance of security, Jungwon found himself swept away by your gusts of change, and happily so. Where he once had to drag himself out of bed, fighting the urge to skip his 8am lecture, he now woke even before his alarm had a chance to ring. You were his new routine. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday he would rush to get to class to see you, and every Tuesday and Thursday he would count the minutes until he could see you again.

In a stroke of genius and a slight desperation to see you more often, Jungwon had suggested study dates sessions. You had regarded him with a smile tugging at the corner of your lips and mirth dancing in your eyes. Heat had licked at the apples of his cheeks and he had begun to stutter out an excuse when you had cut him off “Yeah, I’d like that, text me when and where.”

And so, another piece of you slotted into Jungwon’s schedule, study sessions at the café whenever the two of you could squeeze one in. Maybe the two of you had slight ulterior motives but your grades weren’t complaining and you certainly weren't either. Jungwon much preferred your “dates” to class time. It was the only time he could listen to you freely ramble about everything, from your kitten Dalgona to your frustrations, without the sharp glare your professor was privy to shooting at him.

Now, it's been a particularly challenging week, with never ending assignments, a frustrating project and a three hour long lab on top of it all. Jungwon really needs this. Jungwon really needs you.

You can almost visualize a darkening cloud thundering over Jungwon’s head as he shoots daggers at the café. Letting out a laugh, you bump your hip against his to grab his attention, “Hey it’s alright, we can find somewhere else to study, no need to commit arson.”

Jungwon tilts his head inquisitively, “Yeah, but where? They’re doing construction by the Library Annex and the Main Library is across campus. We don’t have many options besides the big cafes but those are just as busy.”

“My dorm is like five minutes away and my roomie’s gone home for the week,” you offer, Jungwon’s eyes widening comically in response. “Unlessssss, you want to stay at this café? Who knows, maybe you’ll get scouted by some big shot k-pop company. Get some fans of your own,” you tease.

Jungwon scoffs, pushing you lightly as his cheeks flush with color. “As if. Alright, if you’re sure it won’t be an inconvenience let’s go to yours.” Beaming in satisfaction, you tug at his hoodie sleeve, leading him towards the direction of your dorm.

He admires you silently, the way your hair bounces slightly with each step and the swift glances you give when you think he’s not looking. As if you think he might get lost despite the firm grip you have on the fabric of his sleeve. For a second Jungwon considers shifting his arm slightly to just interlock his fingers with yours, but before he can, you’ve come to a halt, looking at him in horror.

“Wait! I forgot all about your cat allergy, will you be okay with Dalgona there? Maybe we should just look for another place?” you ask, your eyes round with worry. Jungwon looks down at you, trying his best to stop from melting at your cute expression.

He shakes his head softly in denial, “My allergy isn’t that severe, I think I can handle a couple hours. Plus I’ve been wanting to meet Dalgona for ages anyways.” Jungwon gestures for you to continue leading the way but you merely squint at him skeptically. Huffing in false exasperation he takes your hand in his, pulling you forward. “Come on, I’ll be fine. I mean it.”

Your pupils dilate at the action, flickering to where your hands are now joined. A wave of embarrassment washes over Jungwon and he laughs awkwardly, hurriedly trying to release his hold on your hand.

Before he can, you’ve already interlocked your fingers with his own, holding onto him firmly as you begin continuing your journey to your dorm. For a second, Jungwon allows himself to be tugged along like a rag doll after you.

Even from behind he can see the slight blush on your ears and cheeks as you desperately try to maintain your composure. The wind tousles your hair gently, pushing the strands back to reveal your features illuminated softly by the sunlight. Jungwon feels as if the air has just been stolen out of his lungs and he thinks that if it meant he got to see this view, he would gladly follow you to the ends of the Earth.

It's not until the pair of you have reached your building and are waiting for the elevator, hands still linked, that something odd occurs to Jungwon. Glancing at the receptionist across the lobby, he leans down to whisper into the shell of your ear. “Y/N,” you startle at the feeling of his breath against your skin, looking up at him inquisitively, “Aren’t pets prohibited in student housing? Unless it's a service animal.”

You glance worriedly at the receptionist, signaling to Jungwon to wait for your answer. The elevator door opens with a chime and you hurry in, pulling Jungwon with you.

It's only when the door shuts securely that you begin whispering conspiratorially, “Ok, yes technically Dalgona isn't allowed to be here. But I'm working on getting him written off as an emotional support companion. You don't understand, I need him,” you pout at Jungwon pleadingly.

“Alright,” Jungwon chuckles, swinging your hands together as you exit the elevator, coming to a stop in front of your room, “It’s not like I was gonna report you, I just don't want you getting into any trouble with housing.”

“It should be fine honestly, Dalgona is a really sweet kitty, he doesn't get into much trouble. The only real issue is my RA Renjun,” you gesture at the floor monitor's door down the hall, fit with a shiny plaque and complaints box. “He’s really nice though, he’s just a bit of a stickler for the rules. Which is his whole job so I don’t really have much place to complain.”

You come to a stop in front of your door, shifting to grab the keys from your bag. Jungwon reluctantly releases your hand and you finally fish out your keys, opening the door and leading him in. “He’s been pretty close to catching me, sometimes Dalgona meows really loudly near the door and Renjun knocks. I just act like I’m not here and he gives up. I’ve been avoiding him like the plague,” you giggle and Jungwon shakes his head in exasperation.

Jungwon takes in his surroundings while you set down your bag and fiddle with your speaker until Wave to Earth plays quietly in the background. Your room is cute, a large bed equipped with a fluffy duvet and numerous plushies pushed to one corner, and walls and shelves littered with albums, trinkets and plants. On your pillow sits a small calico kitten, his stare trained on the unfamiliar figure in his territory. Suddenly Jungwon’s caught in an intense stare off, sharp green eyes meet rounded brown eyes, both unwilling to be the first to break away.

The tension is shattered when you suddenly chuckle at the scene, “What are you two doing honestly,” you giggle, scooping up Dalgona into your arms. “I’ve always agreed you were cat-like Wonnie, but I didn’t expect to see this feline face off,” you walk over to Jungwon, lifting Dalgona slightly, “Say hi to Jungwon baby,” you coo softly.

Jungwon offers his fingers for Dalgona to sniff and he does so tentatively, before deeming the new intruder acceptable and nuzzling into his palm. “He likes you!” you squeal happily, looking up to find Jungwon already looking at you with a soft smile. Suddenly you’re all too aware of the lack of distance between your faces, the way his broad stature looms over you and the way his eyes draw you in.

Laughing nervously, you stumble back, nearly tripping on your rug as you try to regain some semblance of normalcy. “Woah, careful,” Jungwon steadies you, his hand resting against the small of your back.

“Thanks,” you breathe out, Dalgona leaps out of your arms with a meow, affronted by your jolts. The movement snaps the two of you out of your daze and you clear your throat awkwardly and step away from him. “You wanna get started on the review outline?” You gather your laptop and notebooks, settling onto your bed and beckoning Jungwon to come join you.

Jungwon nods stiffly, and sits gingerly at the edge of your bed despite there being ample space for him to scoot closer. It's silent, an uncomfortable tension that you’ve never experienced with him stifling the air. Jungwon leans in slightly from his position, struggling to read the notes on the screen and you meet eyes.

You're blinking owlishly at each other when suddenly you both break into laughter, Jungwon doubling over until he's laying flat on the bed, right next to you. “What's wrong with us today?” you wheeze, wiping a stray tear from the force of your laughs.

“I have no clue,” Jungwon smiled sheepishly, “We’re just being a little silly, I don't know why it’s so awkward. Maybe it's the new setting that's throwing us off.” You roll back into your back, mimicking Jungwon’s position until you're looking back into his eyes.

“Yeah maybe it is, we really should get to working though, this assignment is gonna kill us if we push it off any longer,” you grumble shifting back to look at the papers. Jungwon nods in agreement, and this time the silence that settles is warm, accompanied only by the faint sounds of music and Dalgona playing with his toys.

It's hours later and Jungwon’s eyes have started to sting, the letters and words all blurring together. He lets out a sigh, throwing his head back dramatically to rest against your shoulder. You look at him in amusement, knocking your head against his playfully, “Am I losing you to the deathly grips of literary analysis Wonnie?”

Jungwon only groans in response, burying his face deeper into the crook of your neck. Absentmindedly, he thinks that you smell good, warm and slightly sweet, nothing like the scents that usually overpower his sensitive nose. It's kind of intoxicating, like the smell of fresh baked treats at the café, and Jungwon finds himself inhaling you subconsciously.

“Jungwon… did you just sniff me?”

He halts, a prickling heat crawling up his neck, “No?” Jungwon denies meekly, unwilling to lift his head up.

“Oh my god you were sniffing me!” you giggle gleefully, “I don't think you can get any closer to being an actual cat Won, what's next will you meow for me?” Jungwon releases a sound of indignation, backing to splutter a series of denials, when Dalgona starts meowing rather loudly near the door.

Immediately you shoot up from the bed, “Baby! Please don’t.” You grab his favorite toy on the way picking him up and trying best to mollify whatever was bothering him.

There's a loud knocking on the door. You freeze, looking in horror at Jungwon who stares back, equally helpless.

“Y/N! It's Renjun!” you scrunch your face in panic, cursing your luck. “Come on, Y/N you can’t act like you're not here this time, I literally just heard your voice in there. Open up or I’m going to have to get the building supervisor and really don’t want to have to do that.”

“Oh my god,” you whimper, quickly placing Dalgona in your bathroom, equipped with toys and a mat to hopefully keep him occupied while you figure out how to save your academic life. You shut the door as quietly as you can and Jungwon walks over, rubbing soothing circles into your hip.

“Don’t worry we’ll come up with something,” Jungwon whispers comfortingly, but you’re not sure he believes it himself. You smooth your hair, plastering on your most disarming smile and swing the door open.

Renjun’s stood with his hand hovering over the air, clearly poised to knock again. “Heyyyyy Renjun Oppa, it's been a while. I never see you anymore, I almost thought you were avoiding me,” you say brightly, hoping he doesn't see right through your ploy. The hand Jungwon has still resting on your waist tightens just a fraction at your words, before returning again to its ministrations.

“Uh huh I’m sure you did Y/N,” Renjun says dryly, “Can I come in, we need to talk.” Your smile stiffens but you simply nod, inviting him in. He walks in, giving Jungwon a nod in greeting, Renjun doesn't say anything but you don’t miss the way his eyes scour the place, looking for any sign of an prohibited presence.

With a sigh he pivots and turns to you, “Look Y/N I’m sorry to do this when you have company but you know what this is about. I keep hearing meowing from your room and you know pets are against policy. As much as I want to make an exception for you, I can’t. I don't want to get you in any trouble but I will have to file an official report for this.”

Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes as you begin to plead with him, “Wait Renjun please I can explain-”

“It was me.”

Both you and Renjun turn in unison to look at Jungwon incredulously. His cheeks are slightly flushed but his brow is set with determination. “The meowing, it was me.”

“Jungwon, stop you don't have to do this-,” you start but he waves you off, stepping in front of Renjun.

“I, uh get compared to a cat a lot,” Jungwon gestures at his face shyly but Renjun only stares blankly in response. “So I kind of have this habit of meowing, and Y/N finds it cute so I was just doing it to impress her. She just didn't open the door for you before because she wanted to save me from the humiliation.”

At this point you’ve faded into the background, hand clamped in disbelief over your mouth as your eyes dart furiously back and forth between Renjun and Jungwon.

Renjun narrows his eyes, assessing Jungwon fully.

“You do look like a cat, I'll give you that, but you truly honestly expect me to believe that all this time the meowing I've heard from this room has been you and Y/N doing some weird kinky furry shit.”

“I do not have a furry kink,” you protest fervently but are silenced by both guys shooting you a sharp glare, one that clearly says keep quiet.

“It's really not a kink,” Jungwon mumbles before meeting Renjun’s eyes defiantly, “But yes, that's the truth.”

Renjun scoffs in disbelief at the situation, crossing his arms across his chest. “Alright then, prove it.”

“Okay come on, that's too far, Jungwon you don’t-”

“Alright I will,” Jungwon cuts you off brazenly, clearing his throat before releasing a set of meows that sound almost entirely too similar to your kitten’s. Your jaw unhinges and you let out a strangled noise, you’re unsure whether to laugh, cry, or coo at Jungwon. His cheeks are now a bright pink, his hands instinctively coming up to make a claws, his sweater forming cute paws to accompany the image. It's all too cute, and he's doing it all for you, if Renjun doesn’t kick you out first you think you might melt into a puddle on the dormitory floor.

Renjun sighs, pinching his nose bridge before letting his hand drag down his face. “You know what I give up. I can’t afford to be sitting here dissecting whether you guys are actually furries or not. I have an exam coming. Y/N I don't want either of us getting in trouble so if you are hiding a pet, please resolve the issue, or at least find a way to be more discreet.”

You nod feverously, thanking Renjun for not filing a report and basically pushing him out the door. He’s just crossed the threshold when Dalgona lets out a very untimely meow from the bathroom. Renjun freezes, swiveling around to question you further but Jungwon quickly intercepts, “Just saying bye, Renjun hyung!”

Renjun looks as if he’s aged 5 years by the end of your interaction and so he surrenders with a grimace, giving a half hearted wave and walking towards his room. Jungwon and you wait with air lodged in your throats, ears pressed against the wood door until you hear the faint creak and click of Renjun’s room closing with finality.

You face each other, giving a simultaneous cheer of celebration before you jump onto Jungwon. He accepts your hug with open arms, lifting you and spinning you around in utter delight. The rush of adrenaline settles into a lingering flutter, and Jungwon sways you gently from side to side in his embrace.

You're still nuzzled into the soft fabric of his hoodie, when you mumble, “I can’t believe you actually did that. And that it worked. Yang Jungwon, I could quite literally kiss you right now.”

“Maybe you should,” he whispers so faintly, that for a second you question whether you even heard it at all. It isn't until Jungwon’s hand finds your chin, tilting it up to face him and his thumb swipes gently against your parted lips that you realize it's real.

It's with baited breath that you wait, painstakingly, for Jungwon to make a move. “What do you think hm Y/N?” he asks you with a smirk settled onto his face, “Don’t I deserve a kiss baby?” Instead, Jungwon’s rolled the ball back into your court, the decision is yours to make, and there's really never been any other choice. Not with him. Not for you.

You lean in and he meets you halfway, nose brushing against your cheek as he presses a soft kiss against your lips. Jungwon pulls back to look at your expression, the way your breath is stuttered, your flushed cheeks and your widened pupils.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” Jungwon mumbles against your lips, capturing them in a proper kiss. The phrase makes your head reel with thoughts, but it's too difficult to try and dissect what he means when his fingers are buried into your hair and he tastes so good on your tongue.

You don't break away until your lungs are burning, parting with a gasp. For a moment you both stare at each other, watching the rise and fall of your chests, not sure what to make of what just occurred, not sure what comes after. Jungwon’s suddenly filled with humiliation at the memory of earlier and he buries his face into the crook of your neck. “I can’t believe it took me meowing to finally confess to you,” he whines softly.

You let out a sharp guffaw, the tremors of your giggles shaking Jungwon’s head. He turns to look at you from his position, pouting playfully at being the subject of your glee. “Was that really a confession, Wonnie? All you did was ask me for a kiss,” you tease as you brush his bangs away from his eyes.

He takes your teasing challenge in stride, straightening to look at you properly, his hands resting on your hips. “I like you Y/N. A lot. You're all I think about and all I look forward to being with. You’ve completely wrecked my schedule, my life and my dignity. Not only have I meowed for you but I'd even go as far as to bark,” he jokes, pinching your waist as you swat at him playfully.

“I know you’ve already got your hands full with one kitty in your life,” Jungwon continues smiling fondly, “but if you’ll have me I’d love to be the second.”

Your face might split from the smile you give him, eyes curling up cutely into crescents. “I like you too, Yang Jungwon. A lot. Honestly, I don't even like coffee, so if I can bear drinking those nasty drinks for you, I definitely think I can handle another kitty. Especially one as cute as you.”

Jungwon beams at the compliment, grabbing your cheeks gently to peck your face all over, when a rather loud meow resonates from the bathroom.

“Dalgona!” You gasp in panic, breaking away from Jungwon to gather your kitty, checking to make sure he’s okay. Jungwon leans against the door frame watching you coddle Dalgona, giving the feline the kisses that were supposed to be his. He scoffs at the smug look Dalgona shoots him at having received all your attention.

You look up at the sound, smiling at the envy painted so clearly on Jungwon’s face. Leaving Dalgona to roam on his own, you cup Jungwon’s cheeks allowing him to lean into your palm. “What’s it take for a guy to get some affection from his girl around here,” Jungwon sighs theatrically in false annoyance.

A laugh escapes you, and you tug Jungwon forward by the fabric of his jacket until he’s flush against your body, his lips a millimeter distance. “You’ll figure it out, I find you can be rather purrsuasive when you need to be.

a/n: overwrote again,,, but this was inspired by @alouettesque 's promptlist ! hope u guys enjoyed it :)

getting back into writing regularly so send an ask or fill out the form to be added to my taglist! see u guys soon mwah

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#enhanet #kflixnet #k-labels #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #jungwon x reader #enhypen scenarios #jungwon oneshots #yang jungwon #yang jungwon x reader #jungwon imagines #enha x reader #enha smau #enhypen smau #jungwon fluff #enhypen fluff

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stellaron-hunter-blade · 2 months

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ABOUT THE MUSE

Basics

Name: Blade

Nicknames: Bladie (kafka), Knife boy, Old man (Silver wolf), Yingxing (Kai @feathers-and-song )

Age: unknown

Birthday: unknown

Sex: male

Occupation: stellaron hunter

Species: Human?

Looks

Hair Color: Black fading into red

Eye Color: red

Mental Health Problems: depression, ptsd, bipolar

Physical Problems: mara?

Scars: many scars along his back, chest, and arms

Piercings: ear piercing

Social/Relationships

Family: none

Enemies: Dan Heng?

Sexual Orientation: gay

Life

Personality Type: ISTJ

Hobbies: swords work

Events That Majorly Effected Him: the fall of the high cloud quintet

Other Factors Effecting Him: joining the stellaron hunters

Other

Left/Right handed: ambidextrous

Police Record: murder, terrorism, aggravated assult, battery, breaking and entering, trespassing, stalking, arson, robery, hate crime, black mail, bribery, disturbing the peace, exturion, fraud, identify theft, shoplifting, tax evasion, vandalism, child endangerment, and child abuse

Residence: stellaron hunter base

RULES

No NSFW, suggestive is fine as long as the muse if over 18

Please dont be weird if your a minor

basic dni rules

I have no posting schedule as i post when asks come in or ooc stuff when i feel like it

THINGS THIS BLOG WILL INCLUDE

Ships (none active at moment)

violence (blood, wounds, gore, ect.)

talk of depression, ptsd, criminal activity, alcohol

TAGS

♢ ᵂᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ - first time interactions

❅ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʷᵉ ᵐᵉᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ - interactions with hsr characters/ocs

❃ ᴵˢ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᵗʸ - interactions with other fandoms

☾ ᴸᵒⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ - interactions with the HIgh Cloud Quintet

☦ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ - interactions with the Stellaron Hunters

☯ ᴵᵗˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ - interactions with the Astral Express

¤ ᴵᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ - interactions with the IPC

≠ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵃʳ ʸᵉᵗ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ - AU interactions

♫ ᴿᵒʷᵃⁿ ⁱˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉᵐˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ - Out of character posts

ABOUT THE MOD

Name: Rowan

Nicknames and other names I go by: Ro, Nico

Pronouns: Any

Interests: genshin, hsr, pjo, zzz, wuwa, theater, rp

OTHER BLOGS THE MOD RUNS

Dan Heng - @transgalatic-dragon

Kora (hsr oc) - @user-kora

Main acc - @rowanb3rry

#hsr #hsr blade #hsr rp #♫ ᴿᵒʷᵃⁿ ⁱˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉᵐˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ

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ask-thebrokensoul · 16 days

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Why did this happen to me..?

Welcome to my blog!

This is run by @mod-arson, still a relatively new ask blogger, but in no way am I new to roleplaying!

This blog is focused on the Roblox Pressure fandom, but feel free to send in cross-fandom asks as well!

Mod is 18+, so 18+ asks are welcome IF you are 18+.

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The Broken will speak like this.

Events and Descriptions are spoken like this.

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Afilliated Bloggers/OCs

@ask-eyefestation - Z-317, dubbed "Eyefestation"

@asksearchlights - Vultus Limunaria, dubbed "Searchlights"

@expendable-exp420 - Casey, the lost.

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OC Info under the cut!

Name - [REDACTED]

Codename - The Broken

Gender - Female

Age - Specifics Unknown (Currently), likely 19-22

Birthday - September 24th

ID - 9275867163

Previous Affiliation with Urbanshade

The Broken was originally the head of marine research at the blacksite, often making many major contributions to the advancement of knowledge on the life down there. She was extremely against the illegal testing undergone down there, but was essentially powerless to stop any of it.

One late night, she was running diagnostics in the water filtration room, when she allegedly disappeared. Up until the present day, four days later, no body has ever been found, no evidence at all except some tattered remains of a lab coat on the lower deck, right near the water. When the fabric was analyzed, there were high levels of radiation often given off by Z-317, also known as "Eyefestation".

When she first came to after the attack, she was laying on her side, soaked from head to toe, taking lungful after lungful of air. She had reached to her face to adjust her glasses only to find that they weren't there. Even more horrifyingly, her hand -- or what should have been her hand -- was a clawed purple, with scutes, or serpent like scales, where her skin should be.

Alarmed at the revelation, she quickly and shakily ran to the nearby bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. What gazed back at her was not human. Her entire body was covered in the purple and pink scutes, and her face looked sleeker, still distinctly human, her teeth sharper, her eyes a deep aqua. Her feet looked much more claw-like as well. She backed away from the mirror, hyperventilating ad feeling like she was going to pass out.

Running out of the bathroom, she ran aimlessly though the halls of the blacksite, panicking. She couldn't believe this was happening. as the hours passed, she began to calm down, eventually finding some clothes, a pair of jeans, a brown leather jacket with a gray undershirt, and a tan-colored scarf. For some reason, she always felt cold, now. There was no heat source in the blacksite.

She would figure this out..she had to.

[MORE LORE UNLOCKED AT 10 FOLLOWERS!]

#intro post #roblox pressure #pressure

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bts-polls · 7 months

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Happy Birthday Hobi!

LAST CALL: Which event do you expect will be the END of chapter 2?

#bangtan sonyeondan #bts #polls #jung hoseok #birthday poll #choose the song #choose the music video

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andybrawler · 6 months

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I completely thought I showed you all my Spider-Sona almost a year ago! So to fix this, I’m gonna share with you my Character!

Before I start the story, I would like to thank johnrikkiwhite12 for giving me an amazing art of the character, so please give him some support! This is it right now!

Here is also the concept art and design of Spider-Moth! Hope you like it!

The reason why he was brown is because I had an issue with what he would wear, so I decided on two! One for main and the other as a alt for himself!

Now without further ado! Let’s begin! And yes, this took 2 to 4 hours! I’m good at improve!

In this universe, Howard Stacy is the twin to Gwen Stacy. This Howard loved insects and nature, so he would often study under the stars in his favorite location in a forest. The only parent is their mother, Hellen Stacy, the captain of the Police Department. One day, Rexxon, this universes Oscorp, created a hybrid of a spider and Moth to understand a way to give humanity better senses such as eyesight, vision, and smell. Not only heighten senses, but to create a better version of Silk for profit. Later on, due to the product being a failure, they decided to terminate all hybrids, but since Gwen worked for them, knowing how much Howard loved insects, decided to take one in secret for his birthday before quitting the company.

A year would go by and it turns out that the Moth and Spider Hybrid didn’t have a long lifespan, so to make the little guys life more free, Howard decided to set the hybrid free. Due to Moths and Spiders not being able to recognize that you are helping them however, the Hybrid bites Howard on his hand in fear before flying away, giving a scar on Howard’s hand and a slowly reconfiguring his DNA overnight.

Waking up from a sudden issue of sleep, but not exhausted, Howard would find out his abilities to see, hear, and smell extremely well. In addition to this, he later finds out his ability of spider sense, sudden agility, Silk creating from wrist, and complete night vision. From this, he would be inspired by this universe Spider-man and created his own suit and be a superhero named Spider-Moth.

His first crime stop didn’t go well, as the house robber turned out to be the Prowler, Miles Morales. Not only was Howard beaten up by the fearsome Prowler, but Spider-man came in to help and was not happy of what Howard did, using his power recklessly. In return, Spider-Moth was taken under Spider-man as a mentor and was taught the way Spider-man was, without sharing each other’s identities. Spider-man even taught Howard that with great power, comes great responsibility.

A year of these two teaming up would be great, until the Cannon Event happened. It was a good night in Howard’s favorite nature spot, watching animals, insects, and the stars, when he received a call from Spider-man. The Red goblin, Dario Agger, was causing arson in a elderly Apartment Building and needs someone to help take citizens out of there. Spider-Moth Slingshots and glides his way to the town. When he arrives, he quickly breaks inside through a open window and starts looking for anyone trapped in the area. Among the fire was red Goblin and Spider-man, but no one else. It was a trap by Mysterio and Spider-man was too focused on Red Goblin to notice.

Suddenly, the bottom building explodes from planted Bombs and it starts falling down. As Red goblin fades away into smoke, both Spider-men we’re stuck in a fire filled falling building. Worse of all is Spider-man has been in the fire for too long and was unable to stand. Howard looked for a place to escape and found a now closed and broken window. He grabbed the barely breathing Spider-man by the arms and broke through the window.

Swinging towards the hospital, Howard kept reassuring Them that help is on the way, but Spider-man says it’s too late, as the smoke will be completely fatal once they reach the hospital and asked to land on a flat roof building top next to Roxxon. Howard agrees and lands on the building, laying Spider-man down, head on the Parapet and looked at each other. They then asked to take off their mask. He asked if they are sure and Spider-man says yes. As Howard took off the mask, there, breathing heavily for air, was Gwen Stacy. Howard was so shocked that he couldn’t speak. Gwen smiled at him.

“Why don’t you take your mask off.” Gwen whispers. “I wanna see my brother before I go.”

Howard takes off his mask, tearing up, trying to hold it all in, but failing completely. For once he doesn’t make a joke to cope with the moment. “You knew?” Howard asks.

“You always sucked at hiding secrets.” Gwen answered, laughing a little.

“I’m so sorry for not being there sooner.”

“It’s ok… We both… Didn’t know…”

Gwen holds Howard’s hand.

“I know… You don’t… Like keep…ing prom…ises… but can… you keep… one?

Howard Nods, tearing up, but trying to not make much noise for her.

“P-Please… Ha…ve… a goo…d… h…eart… for…”

Gwen let’s go, as that was her last words. Police find her there after Howard calls police. A ceremony took place the next day, both of Gwen Stacy, and the original Spider-man. From that day, Howard promises himself to protect his home and people in the name of his Twin Sister. To some, they call him Moth Spider, Spider-moth, or even Moth-man, but to many, they call him the new Spider-Man.

#spidersona #original story #storytelling #Spider-man #gwen stacy #spider gwen #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #original character #art #sketchbook #hand drawn #original art #ask blog #askblog #shoutout #cannon event

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tomboyjessie13-artblog · 2 years

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This took awhile to make because I had trouble drawing her.

Noriko Tachibana (橘典子 Tachibana Noriko), was a secondary ally during "Diamond is Unbreakable". Noriko was born in Morioh, Japan with Irish-American traits from her mother Medea and Japanese traits from her father Keiji, making her a Hafu.

She was a innocent and adorable young girl who attends an Elementary School and grew up without knowing of her mother's past sins in "Stardust Crusaders", it wasn't until Yoshikage Kira began to terrorize her family and all of Morioh that she began to see that not everything in the world is pure and beautiful, also doesn't help that her mother's a beautiful woman with only one human hand.

It is later revealed that Noriko is a natural born Stand user due to seeing her mother's Stand since infancy, albeit still dormant.

She later becomes a secondary protagonist during the events of "Stone Ocean", she is now a teenager who attends High School and dreams on becoming an idol.

But those dreams were dashed when Enrico Pucci, an ally of her mother's former master DIO, kidnaps and takes her to the Green Dolphin Street Prison in Florida, USA, under the false claim that she committed arson, in hopes of smoking out Medea and using her daughter as leverage for "betraying god".

It was there that Noriko's Stand finally manifests, now named "Little Talks", and now has to join forces with the Joestar group in hopes of stopping Pucci's plans and reuniting with her mother.

Noriko will later reappear in the new universe as an alternate version of herself named "Sakura Tachibana", she is portrayed as a Japanese tourist who is visiting Florida for the holidays with her parents.

~Name~ Japanese Name: 橘典子 Romanized Name: Tachibana Noriko Namesake: Noriaki Kakyoin(given by Medea in memory of him) Stand: Little Talks

~Profile~ Age: 5 (Part 4) Age: 17 (Part 6) Birthday: June 6, 1994 Zodiac Sign: Gemini Chinese Zodiac: Dog Gender: Female Height: 91 cm (3 ft 0 in) (Part 4) 154 cm (5 ft 1 in) (Part 6) Weight: Unknown Blood Type: O Nationality: Hafu (Japanese-American) Occupation: Elementary School Student (Part 4) High Schooler (Part 6)

~Favorites~ Color: Pastel green Movie: Spirited Away Food: Strawberries Musician: Gackt Man type: Cool and mysterious Hobbies: Singing

~Other Information~ Hair Color: Dark brown Eye Color: Fern green Goals: Becoming an idol (ruined by Enrico Pucci) Relationships: Medea King/Tachibana (mother) Keiji Tachibana (father) Medea's parents (maternal grandparents) Sachiko Tachibana (paternal grandmother) Yuna Tachibana (paternal aunt)

Status: Reborn in a new universe (Part 6)

~Appearance~

In "Diamond is Unbreakable", Noriko is a 91 cm (3 ft 0 in) tall young girl, who is shown to share both Western and Japanese traits due to being born a Hafu. She has her father's dark brown hair tied into short pigtails with teal hair ties, a round face, thin pale-orange lips, pale skin, a short stature due to her young age, and her mother's fern green eyes. She also shown to be wearing a white and rain-forest green sailor uniform with a magenta colored necktie, white ankle socks, and brown loafers.

In the first chapter of "Stone Ocean", Noriko had noticeably aged and has grown in size, now being 154 cm (5 ft 1 in) tall, her lips now given a pinker shade instead of orange, her hair also grew longer and straighter down to her lower back and tied into half-twin tails with dark green hair ties.

She's also shown to be wearing a more modern and western style-high school uniform, with a light yellow sweater vest, white dress shirt, Aruba green colored plaid skirt and necktie, dark green jacket, black knee high socks, and rain-forest green Madison all star converses.

In the second chapter, she pierced her own ears in order to wear Kakyoin's cherry earrings as a memento to her mother. In the final chapter, she ties her jacket around her waist and had her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her yellow vest is now gone, and she wears a watch on her left wrist.

After the universe reset, she's reborn as a different person now with her hair tied into twin-tails, wearing a frilly mint green spaghetti strap summer dress that reaches to her knees, a tan sunhat with a white ribbon on it, and a pair of flat tan ankle sandals, weirdly enough she still wears the cherry earrings from the original universe.

~Abilities~

Stand:

Noriko's Stand didn't manifest until she turned 17, it would later earn the name "Little Talks". Much like Hierophant Green, Little Talks is a Long-Range Stand that can extend to a modest extent. Although it's doesn't do projectile attacks, it makes up for it with by doing stealth attacks and using ice picker-like blades. Little Talk's Stand cry is "Kiruuuuuuu!..." similar to Flogging Molly, "kiru" meaning "scar" in Japanese.

Stand: Little Talks Type: Long-Range, Reconnaissance, Artificial Humanoid Abilities: Shadow stealth

Mastery:

Noriko is an inexperienced Stand user due to Little Talks being a late-bloomer, but makes up for this flaw by using her intellect to plan out strategies. Much like Flogging Molly, Little Talks is seen as a female-looking humanoid with artificial limbs, with the only difference being that it's more cyborg looking with green colored lining, body armor, and visors, dark teal skin, and light teal pigtails.

And much like her mother's Stand, Little Talks can grow ice picker blades on it's palms that can overpower, maim, and scar enemies. Little Talks also does stealth attacks with it's shadow stealth ability, which allows it to hide in the shadows of objects or people and surprise their enemies.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trivia:

Occording to Medea, she originally wanted to name her potential son after "Noriaki" in memory of Kakyoin, but ended up changing it to the more feminine "Noriko" when she found out her baby was a girl.

Her Stand, Little Talks, is named after the song under the same name by Icelandic indie folk and rock band: "Of Monsters and Men".

Noriko wants to become an idol due to having a crush on IRL musician and actor Gackt, at some point she wanted to purchase his Vocaloid "Gackpoid", but her parents refused due to being "too expensive".

OC belongs to me

#artwork #jojo's bizarre adventure #oc #jojo oc #character profile #concept art #of monsters and men #little talks

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brookstonalmanac · 6 months

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Events 3.18 (before 1930)

37 – Roman Senate annuls Tiberius' will and proclaims Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus (aka Caligula = Little Boots) emperor. 1068 – An earthquake in the Levant and the Arabian Peninsula leaves up to 20,000 dead. 1229 – Frederick II, Holy Roman Emperor, declares himself King of Jerusalem in the Sixth Crusade. 1241 – First Mongol invasion of Poland: Mongols overwhelm Polish armies in Kraków in the Battle of Chmielnik and plunder the city. 1314 – Jacques de Molay, the 23rd and final Grand Master of the Knights Templar, is burned at the stake. 1438 – Albert II of Habsburg becomes King of the Romans. 1571 – Valletta is made the capital city of Malta. 1608 – Susenyos is formally crowned Emperor of Ethiopia. 1644 – The Third Anglo-Powhatan War begins in the Colony of Virginia. 1673 – English lord John Berkeley sold his half of New Jersey to the Quakers 1741 – New York governor George Clarke's complex at Fort George is burned in an arson attack, starting the New York Conspiracy of 1741. 1766 – American Revolution: The British Parliament repeals the Stamp Act. 1793 – The first modern republic in Germany, the Republic of Mainz, is declared by Andreas Joseph Hofmann. 1793 – Flanders Campaign of the French Revolution, Battle of Neerwinden. 1834 – Six farm labourers from Tolpuddle, Dorset, England are sentenced to be transported to Australia for forming a trade union. 1848 – The premiere of Fry's Leonora in Philadelphia is the first known performance of an grand opera by an American composer. 1848 – Revolutions of 1848: A rebellion arose in Milan which in five days of street fighting drove Marshal Radetzky and his Austrian soldiers from the city. 1865 – American Civil War: The Congress of the Confederate States adjourns for the last time. 1871 – Declaration of the Paris Commune; President of the French Republic, Adolphe Thiers, orders the evacuation of Paris. 1874 – The Hawaiian Kingdom signs a treaty with the United States granting exclusive trade rights. 1899 – Phoebe, a satellite of Saturn, becomes the first to be discovered with photographs, taken in August 1898, by William Henry Pickering. 1901 – The Kumasi Mutiny of 1901 begins. 1902 – Macario Sakay issues Presidential Order No. 1 of his Tagalog Republic. 1913 – King George I of Greece is assassinated in the recently liberated city of Thessaloniki. 1915 – World War I: During the Battle of Gallipoli, three battleships are sunk during a failed British and French naval attack on the Dardanelles. 1921 – The second Peace of Riga is signed between Poland and the Soviet Union. 1921 – The Kronstadt rebellion is suppressed by the Red Army. 1921 – Mongolian Revolution of 1921: The Mongolian People's Army defeated local Chinese forces at Altanbulag, Selenge (then known as Maimachen). This battle was seen as the birthday of the People's Army and completed the expulsion of Chinese militants in Mongolia. 1922 – In India, Mohandas Gandhi is sentenced to six years in prison for civil disobedience, of which he serves only two. 1925 – The Tri-State Tornado hits the Midwestern states of Missouri, Illinois, and Indiana, killing 695 people.

#Events

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☽● INTRODUCING

FULL NAME: Emma Grace Sawyer

ALIAS: Mirela Nikolov

NICKNAMES: Em

DOB: October 30, 1990 ( Scorpio ☼ | Leo ☽ | Pisces ↗ )

AGE: 31

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

SPECIES: Witch (untriggered werewolf, unaware)

HOMETOWN: Sonoma, California

OCCUPATION: ER Nurse

ORIENTATION: Bisexual | Biromantic

GENDER: CIS Woman

PRONOUNS: She/Her

TRIGGERS: Death, fire

// A full written bio is coming, but it's been a few years since I've played these guys so I'm just readjusting / refining some points.

Born Mirela Nikolov, to Natalia, a witch, and Aleksander, an untriggered werewolf.

Alek was unaware of his wolf nature, having been raised by his human mother. Gabriela was a powerful witch, stemming from a long lineage of witches and in line to become the leader of her coven in Bulgaria. They were opposites attract, the queen and the pauper, but it was a match made in heaven, despite heavy opposition from her mother. They married.

A few months off inheriting the leadership of the coven, the family were happy, however, Natalia's younger sister, Gabriela, coveted the position and set out to take it for herself. With the growing threats against her, they temporarily relocated the the States to hide out until Natalia's position as leader could be cemented. They welcomed Mirela in the fall of 1990.

But Gabriela followed. She attacked the family home in December, setting a fire and trapping the family inside.

Aleksander was able to lower Mirela to the ground where neighbours gathered to ensure her safety, but when he went back in, it became obvious that there was more to this than human created arson. Magic was involved, and despite her best efforts, Natalia's magic had been suppressed. They weren't going to make it out of there alive.

Aleksander didn't want her to die a long, slow and painful death, instead suffocating her with his hand so that she would be pain free in her final moments.

But what he didn't realise was that this would trigger a curse within himself, one that allowed him to survive. He triggered his curse, and managed to escape the wreckage of the house. But Mirela was gone, and it was assumed that her parents were deceased. He never corrected the story, thinking it safer that his daughter remained lost to the system where Gabriela couldn't find her.

In the hospital being treated after her parents death, an emergency room nurse fell in love with the then known as Baby Doe, who only quieted around her, and took her husband, a resident doctor at the same hospital, to meet her. The pair had a one year old at home and they had been unsuccessful in trying for a second, but this was their sign to take in the baby. They could be a family.

Offering to foster her was one thing, and the wait to see what family was out there was agonising. Months stemmed into a year, then two and they were unable to find any connections. The Nikolov family had rented the house under a different name, no one knew who they were, they were ghosts.

And so, at 3, Emma was officially adopted into the Sawyer family that she had known her entire life. With her older brother Ethan, they were set.

But raising Emma came with challenges, unusual events that would happen around her. Wincing when she touched the nanny, spouting that she would die soon, only for the nanny to die in an accident days later. Unexplained accidents, fires, things moving. It was odd, and they couldn't find a reason for it.

Until, just before her 14th birthday, a woman knocked on their door. Elina Avramov was elegant, moving with an ethereal grace that brought a hushed awe over the Sawyers as she crossed the threshold of their home with silvery eyes locked on one person. Emma.

She revealed the truth, that Emma was the cause of the odd occurrences and that her birth mother had been a witch, quite a powerful one until the arson attack on their home that wasn't quite arson, but a werewolf attack. At least as it had been framed to Elina when news of her daughter and son-in-law's death reached Bulgaria. Now living in the States, searching for her granddaughter, she offered the Sawyers a new home somewhere they could be safe, adjust to the news that the supernatural walked amongst them, but also so that Emma could also be trained to use her power. And so, the family moved to Silverkeep.

Following her parents into emergency medicine, Emma uses her powers to heal. She's grown into her powers well, as a confident witch. But as a person? She's a mess, unable to handle balancing a love life or many friendships. She's quick to react to insults and injustice and hard to sway once set in her opinion, but she is a compassionate and caring person who will always do what she believes is best.

#hqmal.intro #intro | emma sawyer #fire tw #death tw

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