#Especially that guitar for one of the anniversaries

[l0ganberry]

me: I'm an average Sonic Fan

Also me:

[singforabsoluca]

Hey guys I finally got around to making plug in baby art after having the idea in my brain for like 4 months.

Close ups + references:

For references. Generally was inspired by the plug in baby spin (i specifically looked at the one from ab brussels in 2003)

And his evil pose from the beginning of the MV

[geddy-leesbian]

cryptic spoiler for what im writing rn

[piastrixpole]

spinning into love - oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

genre: smau, written

faceclaim: buseksc

spinningaroundrecords just posted!

our new stock is here just in time for the holidays ft. our employee's recommendation wall curated by yn

liked by user3, user45, user27 and 3,419 others

user1: damnn yn's got taste

user2: do you guys have the chappel roan record in?

->spinningaroundrecords: we do!! in coke bottle clear and the coral anniversary addition

Yn had always wanted to work somewhere in the music industry. She lived, breathed and sleeped the euphoria of discovering a new favourite artist or record. From the moment she could remember, the thrill of discovering a new song, a new band, or a hidden gem in the deep corners of an album was enough to make her feel alive. It wasn’t just the act of listening; it was the feeling of music that consumed her. The electric pulse of a bassline, the bittersweet strum of a guitar, the raw, vulnerable emotion in a singer's voice—it all gave her a sense of connection to the world that she couldn’t find anywhere else. Since she wasn't the most musically inclined herself it she was extra passionate as a listener to compensate for it.

So, instead of focusing on creating music, she threw herself into the art of curating it. She spent hours browsing record shops, digging through stacks of vinyl, and chasing after obscure releases from up-and-coming artists. She was a listener, a connoisseur, someone who appreciated the artistry and emotion that went into every note.

It wasn’t long before Yn’s obsession became more than a hobby; it became her life. After years of working in different parts of the music industry—interning, managing small acts, or just helping set up gigs—she finally landed her dream job at Spinning Around Records. The record store wasn’t just a place to work for her—it was a sanctuary, a place where she could live and breathe music every day. And now, she was a permanent fixture there. She helped curate the store’s staff picks, hosted events, and even started her own little side hustle recommending records to people who had no idea where to start.

Today, Yn was standing by the store’s employee recs wall, carefully adjusting the placement of a few albums. It was a busy December afternoon, just days before Christmas. The store was filled with people rushing in for last-minute presents, some browsing, some frantically trying to find the perfect gift for that one person who seemed impossible to shop for. Yn loved the holiday chaos. There was something magical about the way music could pull people in, especially when the world was a little colder and people needed a soundtrack to their lives.

As she was straightening out the stack of vinyl, the door chimed, and Yn looked up, expecting to see the usual rush of people coming in from the cold. Instead, her gaze landed on a man—tall, with messy brown hair, wearing a jacket and jeans that somehow looked effortlessly stylish if it weren't for the drawstring style to the jeans. He was scanning the shelves, clearly out of his depth, a look of slight panic in his eyes as he searched for something among the rows of records.

Yn smirked to herself, watching him for a second. She knew that look. He was the kind of person who was very last-minute with his Christmas shopping.

“Can I help you find something?” she called over, her voice friendly and easygoing.

The man’s eyes shot over to her, and for a second, he looked a little startled, as though he hadn’t expected someone to speak up. He quickly recovered, flashing a smile that was just shy of sheepish.

“I hope so,” he said with a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m looking for a gift... for a friend. Not really sure where to start.”

Yn raised an eyebrow, noticing the slight hesitation in his voice. “Are they into music?”

He chuckled, looking almost embarrassed. “Well, yeah, but I don’t know what kind of music they’re into. He's picky...and plays a lot of piano ”

Ah, so he was one of those shoppers, Yn thought. The kind who had no idea what their friend liked, but was determined to get it right. She could work with that.

“Well, I’ve got a few ideas,” she said, pushing away from the shelf and walking toward him. “Do you have any idea what kind of vibe you’re going for? Do they listen to anything specific, or are you just looking for something cool?”

“Uh... cool is good,” the man replied, clearly relieved that she wasn’t judging him for his lack of knowledge. “Maybe something a little indie, or a bit retro? I’m just trying to find something that’ll stand out, you know?”

Yn's smile widened. “I’ve got exactly what you need.”

She led him over to a nearby display of albums, her fingers dancing over the spines of the records as she pulled a few out. “This one’s a personal favourite of mine," she hands him a copy of Dogrel by Fontaines DC "if you want something indie that might surprise him, this would be a good choice or if you want more of a classic album then I'm always going to recommend Grace by Jeff Buckley if he doesn't already have it. No collection is complete without it! .”

As she handed him a few records, she couldn’t help but glance at his face, noticing the way his eyes lingered on the artwork. There was something oddly familiar about him—like she had seen him somewhere before.

“Do you... work here?” he asked, finally taking a breath after looking over her selections.

Yn blinked, then laughed. “No I just give recommendations for fun and know where everything is...Yeah, I do. I’m Yn,” she said, holding out a hand. “I basically live and breathe music. If you’re really stuck, I’m your go-to.”

He shook her hand, his grip warm and firm. “Oscar,” he replied. “And... I think I might need more than just a go-to. I need expert advice.”

Yn grinned. “Well, lucky for you, I’m exactly that.”

Oscar hesitated, looking a little sheepish again. “I’m actually getting this for my friend. He invited me over to his family dinner, and... I need something that shows I’m not just a complete disaster at picking presents.”

Yn’s brow furrowed slightly, intrigued. “A friend? Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Charles,” Oscar said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “He’s... I guess you could say we’re not exactly from the same world, but he’s been super kind. I’m just trying to make sure I don’t look like a total fool showing up empty-handed.”

Oscar nodded thoughtfully, looking down at the records she’d picked out. “I think these might actually do the trick.”

“Glad I could help. Just don’t show up without one of these,” she teased, before adding with a wink, “and maybe don’t tell Charles I’m the one who saved your Christmas dinner reputation.”

oscarpiastri just posted!

family dinner

tagged: charlesleclerc, arthurleclerc, alexandrasaintmleux, leo

liked by charlesleclerc, landonorris, arthurleclerc and 691,203 others

loading comments

charlesleclerc: Always room for you at the table, mate. You’re family now. 🍷🎄

alexandrasaintmleux: So happy to have you with us! Next time, I’m picking the wine, though🫣

arthurleclerc: My nephew👨‍🍼

messages!

yourusername just posted!

life lately🎼🎧

liked by oscarpiastri, yourbsf, user45 and 2,134 others

loading comments

yourbsf: Bestie, you’re just casually glowing in every single pic?? Teach me your ways immediately. 😭✨ ->yourusername: It’s all the good vibes and late-night playlists 😌

user45: Not me zooming in to see what books and records are in the background 👀

user89: Can we talk about how Oscar Piastri is casually in the likes?? 🧐

->user34: Right?? What’s he doing here lol. ->user77: Someone’s a fan of more than just F1, it seems. 👀

user777: This is such a vibe—are you starting a Pinterest board for us, or what?

user90: “Life lately” but make it the main character of a coming-of-age film. 💿✨

oscarpiastri just posted a story!

[pic 1:🎶 ] [pic 2: Bake Off Ready?]

twitter

discogs!

profile: oscar81

recently added....

pools to bathe in ~ the japanese house

salad days ~ mac demarco

midas ~ wunderhorse

f1gossip just posted!

rumoured new wag yn ln was spotted at dinner with oscar piastri. could this be the mysterious record girlie behind his soft-launch posts?

liked by landonorris, arthurleclerc, yourbsf and 32,407 others

loading comments

user4: lando in the likes? he's so messy i love him

->user3: and arthur, they defo know something

user15: so when’s the hard launch? paddock debut in Aus or a Valentine’s post? place your bets, people

user11: i give it two weeks before he posts her blurry silhouette holding a coffee cup

yourbsf: @yourusername no way haha

->yourusername: 👀

oscarpiastri just posted!

now i'm lost in your melody

liked by landonorris, mclaren, charlesleclerc and 765,091 others

loading comments

yourusername: JEFF BUCKLEY?? i've taught you well☺️

->oscarpiastri: saving my music taste since we first met🧡

charlesleclerc: so this is who i have to thank for my present 😉 bring her to the next family dinner son i approve

->oscarpiastri: will do dad 🙂⬆️

landonorris: ok lover boy

mclaren: we can't wait to meet yn🧡

->yourusername: me too admin!!🧡

user7: sleeping on the motorway tonight

user29: love IS real

[zevrra]

—cyberpunk 2077

synopsis: just some random headcanons i have for the cyberpunk men! :3

tags: 18(+) only, suggestive content, mention of explicit content, cyberpunk 2077, the reader is ‘v’, includes hc’s for vik, river, goro, & johnny.

viktor vektor—

a man who loves with his entire heart

he gets soooo excited when he talks about boxing

def accidentally falls asleep during movies

cares more about you than he does himself

is so so obedient

the second you ask for something he immediately says yes ma’am/sir

is 100% a fan of cute nicknames

the type to question why you would ever like an old man like him, especially when the two of you are intimate

is far stronger than you would’ve expected from an “old man”

noisy asf when it comes down to it

could care less about his own pleasure, he focuses everything on making you feel good

would let you ride his face for hours

switches between being a service top to a power bottom depending on the day

river ward—

leaves you a sweet/heartfelt message every morning for you to wake up too

his love language is soooo physical touch

but also buys you flowers every few weeks to replace the old ones

would hug/cuddle with you 24/7 if he could

you fell first, he fell harder

wants to have a giant family one day

loves cooking for you

is stressed constantly from work but the moment he’s with you it all melts away

100% has a breeding kink

constantly praises you for taking him so well

also a very, very talkative man

he talks you through every second of it

a soft dom

goro takemura—

hopeless romantic

wants to live a life of freedom but knows he will always be chained to his corpo master

doesn’t stop him from trying to live his life to the fullest and it’s all because of you

will never admit it but he loves getting gifts from you

keeps every gift you’ve ever given him

dislikes PDA as he has a very traditional outlook on life

would 100% save himself for marriage

is vanilla as vanilla can get

wouldn’t say no to trying new things inside of the bedroom, as long as they’re not too extreme, but almost always defaults right back to mr. vanilla

“i read a book on it once”

johnny silverhand—

quality time is his love language

wants to teach you how to play guitar but explains the cords like “so you do this with this finger and flip it over here and yeah for this you do that”

finally has you in his grasp and he’s never letting go

loves teasing you every chance he gets

would never say it out loud but you are his soulmate

gets a matching “johnny x v” tattoo

knows kerry is the better songwriter between the two of them so he asked him once to write some lyrics for a song for you

def sang it to you on your bday or anniversary

oh he so wanted to fuck you the second he returned to his body

a top without a doubt

loves watching you ride his thigh when you’re really needy

shotguns smoke into your mouth when you make out

[sqgeism]

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 cause after all this time | anaxagoras x gender neutral reader

💌 — ; i'm still into you ! (guitarist anaxa!au) seeing your stupid ex, veritas, in the crowd was pissing your situationship best friend off. knowing the song you were singing was meant for him, anaxa wasn't about to let it slide

love mail — hi everyone! sorri for radiosilence >.> 20 min timer practice for a bigger post! something rly fast cus i wanted to write since i didn't post yesterday.. felt so weird 💔 ( ｡ﾟДﾟ｡) sorry airi dr ratio is evil here

that stupid, stupid veritas was in the crowd. anaxa hated his guts, veritas always thought he was above anaxa, rubbing it in his face you and him were together since he knew how long anaxa had admired you from afar.

only to make it worse, breaking up with you on your anniversary night, and making you question your worth—then he's hated him ever since. but even if he had been cruel enough to leave you like that, your feelings still lingered. your first relationship, and first long term relationship ending just like that. you couldn't accept it. so you focused on your band, spending more time with your friends and especially anaxa, who had been helping you get over veritas while swallowing down his feelings. forcing himself to hold it together as you cried out for a boy who could never love you the way you deserved.

so hearing you sing, even if beautiful, was making him scoff. "can't deny, can't deny.. you're worth it.

"so after all this time.."

he could see veritas shit eating grin, knowing he still had somewhat of a hold on you. the way you grasped the mic like it was a lifeline, how your face contorted into some sort of mix of despair from the heartache, and passion for your love for singing.

but sometimes he wished you would look at him. not the crowd, not at ratio, but at him. your biggest fan, your best friend, your first kiss.. your everything before veritas came along. "i'm still into you."

"i should be over all the—" you jolt at the sudden shift of volume, anaxa's guitar quickly overpowering your voice. many burst out into cheers at their likely favorite member, others (ratio) have their face turn into a scowl. your focus turns to anaxa, his head turned down as sweat runs down his forehead and arms, hands strumming his guitar like it's his last performance. the cheers and his instrument are overpowering, but all he can hope is that he can reach you this way. that his passion can touch you the way his hands are too afraid to.

finally looking up to meet your eyes is when he calms down, giving a chance to let your voice pierce through the noise. "—and baby even on our worst nights, i'm into you, i'm into you!" the confusion on your face kills him, like you don't know how he feels. that you're unaware that you're the only reason he agreed to form this group, that you give him the confidence to come up here after being a loner for his entire life.

he's been into you, for god knows how long. you saved him from his loneliness, how could he ever pretend you were less than everything to him?

after the performance, anaxa doesn't even stay for the encore. he leaves his guitar on stage and walks off, causing great concern to your heart. it was then phainon comes up behind you, patting your shoulder and basically saying "go get him." with his eyes, knowing he can handle the closing of the show.

you nod, giving a loving goodbye to the audience before hurrying off. perhaps you could come to understand anaxa's feelings one day.

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

[electrosuite]

EDDIE PROPOSAL EDDIE PROPOSAL EDDIE PROPOSAL EDDIE PROPOSAL EDDIE PROPOSAL EDDIE PROPOSAL EDDIE PROPOSAL EDDIE PROPOSAL EDDIE PROPOSAL EDDIE PROPOSAL

warnings: mentions of sex

word count: 598

masterlist

a/n: damn if i knew y’all wanted eddie fics sooner i would’ve written one without a request lol, y’all are eating these up. also i’m changing him dying to him almost dying, so just pretend like he’s still alive in the show

Today was your six year anniversary with Eddie. You two met when you were both nineteen, then were both roped into defeating some creature from an alternate dimension named Vecna. His near-death brought the two of you closer together, giving you a direct route to falling head over heels for each other.

You laid naked in his bed, turned to face him as he sat up against the wall, strumming his electric guitar softly. No particular tune, just something he made up on the spot. He was good at that, coming up with instrumentals to songs he would never write.

Your eyes fluttered open, the comforter up to your chin and keeping you toasty. He didn't notice you'd woken up at first, his eyes latched onto his fingers picking the strings. So you just watched, his face of concentration making you smirk.

You eventually shifted your position to be more comfortable, which is when he reached over and gently ran his fingers through your hair.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

You two had had — admittedly — pretty rough sex earlier after dinner. You were still a bit sore, but it was a good sore. You liked it rough sometimes, especially for special occasions like anniversaries or birthdays.

"Mhm, all good." Your voice was slightly raspy from the sleep, your eyes closed again. He placed his guitar down on the floor, propped up against the nightstand.

He scooted down the bed so he could lay down a bit, placing his elbow under him so the top half of his body was still upright. He tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek.

"I love you, y'know," he whispered.

"I know, you big dork."

"You love me?"

You pretended to think for a moment. "Eh, I tolerate you."

He chuckled a bit. "I have a gift for you."

Your eyes opened and you looked up at him. "Do you?"

"Mhm."

"You didn't have to get me anything, you know that. Dinner was enough."

"I know, I know. Just... close your eyes."

You raised one eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Close 'em."

You sighed sarcastically and shut your eyes, the anticipation building. He rustled through his nightstand drawer, eventually pulling something out. There were a few seconds of silence before he took a deep breath.

"Alright, before you open your eyes, I just want you to know... Even if you don't like it, I'll still love you. No matter what."

"Eddie, I'm sure I'll love it-"

"No, I just... I'm nervous about giving this to you."

"Just let me see it."

He took another deep breath. "Okay. Open your eyes."

You opened your eyes and looked at him, only for your vision to immediately glance down to what he was holding, and you felt your cheeks immediately heat up.

"Eddie-"

"Marry me, Y/N."

You couldn't control the smile that immediately spread across your face. "Really?" He nodded. You sat up quickly, not even caring that you were still naked. "You're sure?"

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

You immediately jumped on him, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly. You kissed him like it would be the last time, his hands placing themselves on your hips.

When you pulled away, he smiled. "So... Is that a yes?"

"Oh, god, yeah. Yes. It's a yes. I'll marry you, Eddie."

You held your hand out and he slid the ring onto your finger.

"Mrs. Munson."

"Mrs. Munson," you repeated in a dreamy tone. "It has a ring to it, don't you think?"

[libraryofgage]

Addams Family B-Side (6)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six (you're here!) Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One | Two Queen Clarisse Renaldi One | Two | Three Leverage Crew One

Hi it's been a fucking minute since I updated this one orz thank you so much for your patience, y'all

Anyway, this fic was line-jumped, and it's one of two jumps I received on kofi. If you'd like to learn more about line-jumping your favorite series, you can read this post

There are three memes at the end for you <3

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't :^)

---

The first time Steve got expelled, his father picked him up from school while his mother stayed to chat with the principal. He was twelve at the time, confused about what he'd done wrong, and feeling validated by his father's ecstatic praise of his initiative.

He'd wound up in Grandmama's kitchen, sitting cross-legged on the island while Wednesday added spider legs to a mixing bowl. Fester had gone off the find Gomez after telling Wednesday to keep an eye on Steve. She'd immediately turned away after Fester left the room.

"So," she said, idly stirring, "you've been expelled. What for?"

"I brought rattlesnakes to class."

"Why?"

"We were learning about snakes. I thought the teacher would appreciate live examples."

"How many?"

"Twenty seven. One for each student."

"Did they bite anyone?"

"No," Steve said, frowning and not bothering to conceal his disappointment at the fact.

"That's a shame."

Steve nodded, watching Wednesday for a few minutes before asking, "What are you making?"

"A cake for Joel."

"Why?"

"He insists on celebrating our anniversary."

"What kind is it?"

"Cinnamon with walnuts."

Steve thought for a moment, trying to figure out why that specific combination sounded familiar. Finally, he said, "I thought Joel was allergic to those."

"He is allergic to many things," Wednesday said, looking over her shoulder to smirk at Steve. "But especially cinnamon and walnuts."

"How come you're making it then?"

"To make sure he remembers how breathless I made him when we first met."

Steve thought that might be one of the most romantic things he's ever heard. He carefully filed the idea away in the back of his mind, hoping he'd one day find someone with an allergy severe enough to use it.

-------------------------

Eddie can't stop looking at Steve's parents, his gaze moving between the two as he tries to figure out how the fuck they ended up together. He feels like someone is about to jump out and tell him he's on a prank show. What else could describe the sheer polar opposite natures of Steve's parents?

Debbie looks exactly like the kind of woman who'd live in a Barbie Dream House: blonde, perfect makeup, pastel dress, the refined air that just hovers around her. Fester, however, looks like he belongs next door. Eddie had noticed how pale he was the first time they met, but he's positively corpse-like now that Steve and Debbie are around for comparison.

He'd almost believe Steve wasn't their child if not for the fact that Eddie can see every way he is. Steve might look like Debbie on the outside, but he's undoubtedly an Addams on the inside. He has Debbie's fashion sense and air of elegance. his eyes get the same crazed light sometimes that Fester's do when Debbie speaks, and the words they speak are similar.

"Eddie," Debbie says, snapping him out of his thoughts. At some point, he'd started staring at Steve, and he feels his cheeks flush at getting caught. "Steve tells me you play guitar. Did you recently learn?"

Oh. Eddie feels his shoulders relax some at the familiar topic. "My mom taught me when I was younger. She used to play for me whenever I had nightmares."

"She doesn't play for you anymore?" Debbie asks, spearing a piece of chicken with her fork.

"Oh, uh, she died a few years ago," Eddie says, smiling apologetically for such a downer of a topic. "Cancer, you know."

"That must have been excruciating," Steve says, a soft sigh accompanying his words, and Eddie isn't sure if he's sympathetic or jealous.

Debbie nods as she inspects her chicken closely before putting it in her mouth, her eyes narrowing slightly as she chews. "I said no poisoning the food, dear," she says, looking at Fester with a somewhat strained smile.

"Aww, it's just a nightshade reduction, Mother. We didn't even put any on Eddie's plate," Steve says.

Now that Eddie is actually paying attention, he realizes the dark sauce drizzled across their chicken is missing from his own. "Why don't I have any?" he asks, figuring it can't really be a nightshade sauce.

"You haven't worked your way up to nightshade yet," Fester explains, his eyes lighting up as he adds, "But don't worry! We're getting you started with just a dash of chalk in your rice."

Eddie blinks, glancing down at the half-eaten rice on his plate. He didn't notice anything weird about it, so maybe they're joking. But then he hears Debbie's put-upon sigh. "Fester, dear?"

"Yes, Pumpkin?"

"I'd make you sleep in the doghouse, but you'd just enjoy it."

"Eddie doesn't mind, I'm sure," Steve says, looking at Eddie with a smile that makes his heart speed up and his palms sweat. "It's okay if you do, though. Just be honest."

"I don't mind," Eddie replies, wondering where the words come from. If he'd been anywhere else, with anyone else, he'd definitely be losing his mind over a light poisoning. Somehow, though, he can't bring himself to be that upset about it. Maybe, if he tries hard enough, he'll even build enough of an immunity to kiss Steve when he's wearing that raspberry lip gloss.

The blinding smile he gets in return eases any lingering doubts he might have. Steve leans close enough for their shoulders to brush, Eddie's skin tingling through the fabric of his sleeve. "We Addams are experts at acclimating people to poisons. You'll be enjoying nightshade in no time," he says, his voice light and reassuring like Eddie was somehow impatient.

And then, without thinking, Eddie's eyes glance down at Steve's lips. They have a suspicious sheen to them, and Eddie's only half-certain he's not imagining the artificial raspberry scent. "What, uh, what about raspberries?" he asks, the words tumbling out before he can stop them.

If anything, Steve's smile just gets wider. "I'm sure we can figure something out," he replies, his tongue briefly swiping across his bottom lip.

Eddie looks away and grabs his glass, gulping down half the water inside before he says anything monumentally stupid in front of Steve's parents.

"Steve, stop torturing Eddie. You know that's dessert conversation," Debbie says, her voice light and breezy.

Steve sighs and pulls away. "Sorry," he says, not looking the least bit apologetic at all. In fact, he even glances at Eddie again and smiles, eyebrows raised slightly, and Eddie thinks he's about to die of thirst.

"Eddie," Fester says, mercifully giving him a reason to look away from Steve and try to gain some semblance of chill. "What are your interests?" Fester glances at Debbie, practically preening when she smiles and offers him a subtle, approving nod.

"Well, uh, music. I like heavy metal and play in a band. Dungeons and Dragons, too. I play that with my friends."

"Dungeons, you say?" Fester asks, suddenly looking more invested in the conversation. "What's your favorite kind? I'm partial to the French Revolution era dungeons myself."

"You just like the guillotines, Father," Steve says.

"Now that's an instrument of death. Nothing inspires fear like the glint of the blade in the sun, don't you think, Pumpkin?"

"Yes, dear, but you know I'm partial to electric chairs myself."

Steve leans closer again and says, "Mother nearly killed Father's family with electric chairs, you know."

"A splendid attempt it was," Fester adds, looking over with a bright smile.

Eddie glances between all of them, taking in their expressions and trying to figure out if they're being serious. He watches Debbie drag a carrot through dark sauce on her plate; he briefly looks into Fester's eyes and sees the manic joy lying in them; his heart speeds up at Steve's soft and contented smile. Eddie then glances around the dining room. He notes the shotgun placed on the wall with a little plaque beneath that reads "Attempt 12" in flourishing cursive. He looks at the window and sees the black, molded wood of the house next door. He thinks of Nox the spider and Kas the taxidermy rat and the ornate dagger and everything else he's found in his locker.

And he realizes something.

They're serious. They're all completely serious about everything. Steve and Fester weren't joking that first time he came over and they talked about the oven being big enough to fit him and a roast. Steve really has fought all of his siblings and was gifted a trident at his bar mitzvah. Pubert doesn't protect his kidneys.

Okay that last one maybe isn't as important, but it's one Eddie savors nonetheless.

He has two options here. One, he gets the hell out of dodge, makes some strained excuse to leave after dinner and avoids Steve in the hallways and hopes he doesn't wake up buried alive. Two, he embraces it, starts eating a little chalk with every meal, and lets Steve introduce him to whatever freaky shit will earn him another blinding smile.

"So, how did you two meet?" Eddie asks, looking at Fester and Debbie with a smile as he shovels more rice onto his fork.

-------------------------

"I approve."

Steve blinks, and then his mother's words process, and he stands a little straighter. "That's good. Though, I would've been happy to follow in Romeo and Juliet's footsteps if you hadn't."

"You wouldn't even need poison," Fester says, his voice ringing from the kitchen as Steve helps his mother gather up dessert plates. "Just wear the raspberry stuff."

"No star-crossed suicides for you, mister," Debbie says, playfully tapping her finger against Steve's forehead. "Anyway, he's a very nice young man, and he adapted rather quick, don't you think?"

"He thought it was a joke before, but he doesn't think that now. And he didn't run away screaming!"

"Not that you would've minded, I suspect."

"Well, no," Steve agrees, flashing a grin as he puts the plates on the counter next to his father. He then pulls down Tupperware, ready to pack up the leftover chicken and rice.

"He seems like a tough nut to crack, but he's nearly there," Debbie says, leaning against the island with a thoughtful look. "I mean, he seemed ready to do whatever you said at the dinner table."

"Then why hasn't he done anything? Am I being too obvious? Should I play hot and cold?"

"No, I don't think that would work here."

"Just tell him," Fester suddenly says, looking at Steve as he washes a plate. "Wouldn't that be best?"

"Would it?" Steve asks.

Before Debbie can do more than snort derisively, Fester nods. "Just think about it, son. You tell him, but leave it all up to Eddie after that. He'll torture himself trying to build up the courage to even hold your hand, especially if you catch him when he's midway."

Steve can't help the way he lights up at the thought. "That's a great idea! Thanks, Father. I'm gonna go plan my confession right now," he says, disappearing from the kitchen not a moment later.

"When did you get so good at this?" Debbie asks, a little pride tinging her words. When Fester lights up, she decides to reward him that night with an extra ten minutes of cuddling before bed.

----------

Tag List (there's no more room on the list, so please follow the addams family b-side tag to see updates!)

@estrellami-1, @itsall-taken, @mugloversonly, @fandomcartographer, @hippielittlemetalhead, @agree2disagre-kicks, @ledleaf, @just-a-tiny-void, @goodolefashionedloverboi, @ink1177, @maya-custodios-dionach, @littlebluejane, @steddieonbigboy, @ravenpainter, @read-write-thrive, @deadontheinside20, @yeahhhh-suga, @nectandra, @mogami13, @mx-jinxous, @thoughtfulbreadpolice, @anne-bennett-cosplayer, @xoxoladyclara

@zaddipax, @dycte, @breealtair, @geekymagicalpotato, @janea-grill, @juliasthename-adhdismygame, @yikes-a-bee, @wayward-people, @st-fics, @disrespectedgoatman, @bipusssy, @cottagecorebutnaturescaresme, @nightowl14028018, @that-binchh, @your-confused-friend, @irethsune, @goosesister, @strawberryyyenthusiast, @irregular-child, @theverywest

@jinx-nanami, @solene1324, @nailbatwielder, @y4r3luv, @happylittletrees3, @croatoan-like-its-hot, @itcanbepalped,

And now, some memes:

[the-kr8tor]

haiii Katy how are you doing??? so i have an idea that's been marinating in my head for a few days basically hobie x reader where reader is a selkie (i hope you know what that is 😭) who lives in the city and sometimes likes going to swim in the canal where Hobie's house boat is and he spots reader a few times and becomes curious. yeah that's all my dopamine-deprived brain can come up with rn 😭

okay bye bye 😋💞

This request has been simmering in my head for so long and I finally got to writing it! Thank you for being patient! I hope you like it! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, selkie! Reader, lovestruck! Hobie, established relationship, cw food mentions, fluff!

A/N: special thanks to @hyperfix-wip and @thesevenofstaves for the yap session!

Navigation

Courting someone isn't easy, especially when you're still new at all these…feelings you're experiencing. You've never fallen for anyone, it's always just a crush that helps you survive through the lumbering days of trying to be human in a human dominated world. Then as if fate would have it, Hobie stumbled onto you one night while you were out on a swim and trying to keep in touch with your selkie roots, (without getting captured by animal control so you swam without your pelt) right in the same canal he docked his houseboat.

The first meeting was awkward to say the least when he thought that you were a corpse floating by his house. The second your hand twitched though, he immediately jumped to the cold waters to rescue you. Hobie once told you that the screaming (from both sides) busted his eardrum. To which you just laugh and hide your obvious pining for the man.

So here you are, a year after the fateful day, finally deciding to court him like how it was a generation or so ago. You've tried everything to show your affections for him, everything that the internet has told you to do— gotten him his favourite flowers, homemade sweets, a couple of mixtapes, but none of them screamed ‘I want to snog you until I can't breathe and willingly give you my pelt.’ Maybe not in that order, but you want to do both one day. To hold him and finally get an answer to all the lingering touches and longing stares. You're not an idiot, you can sense the tension between the two of you whenever you come by to his place. Or maybe that's just your love lorn brain telling you that he has the same feelings for you? Either way, you still have hope in your chest as he leans against you on the cold beach, a picnic blanket spread under you as he strums a calming tune on his guitar.

Hobie's head is resting on your lap, eyes cast up to the grey sky while a soft smile plays on his pierced lips. The sight alone has your heart fluttering in your chest, now knowing how sailors used to fall for your ancestors. Your hand finds penchant on the crown of his head, fingers mindlessly twirling around a curl. He hums in content, belly full of chocolate coated strawberries and a dozen pastries. You took the opportunity to ask him out on the beach when it's the anniversary that he ‘saved’ you from drowning. There's one thing you haven't done yet to show him your clear intentions, one that your research has told you about— confessing your love for him.

Your heart thuds in your chest, and you swear he can hear it too when he's so close to you that you can see the reflection of the sky in his brown eyes. Noticing your obvious ogling, he smiles and flicks his eyes towards you, softening when you gaze and smile back. The grip you have on your pelt that's laying on his waist for warmth tightens. Nerves aflame as he reaches up to your face to pat your cheek and dropping that same hand to rest on the small of your back.

“You're bloody frozen, love.” He whispers, trying to keep the soft atmosphere in place.

“I know,” you chuckle, kneading gently at his scalp as he stifles a sigh. “I should've checked the weather forecast before coming here with you.”

“Nah, it's alright, you're keepin’ me warm.” He smiles lopsidedly, “ain't that selfish of me?”

“Nope, you're keeping me warm too.” With your words, he chuckles, fingers splayed over your back. You swear if he still doesn't realize that you're in love with him you'd just toss your pelt at him and call it a day.

“We've been keepin' each other warm for a year now, hm?”

“Yeah, can you believe that you thought I was a bloated corpse?” You joke, earning a guffaw from him that sends your stomach tumbling in a good way.

“I didn't say nothin' ‘bout a bloated corpse, jus’ thought I was ‘bout to end up on the news.” Hobie spreads his hands above him, gesturing like there's a banner. “‘London man found a dead body in the canal. More at eight.’” Mocking a newscaster’s voice, you giggle at his antics. “Who swims in the canals at bloody ten pm?”

“I do, Hobie! It calms me down.”

“I heard a pool could also do the trick.”

“They were closed that night.” You joke.

His expression softens, knuckles tracing small circles on your back. “‘m fuckin' glad it was or I wouldn't have met you.”

There it is, a saccharine comment that he always throws so casually your way that sparks the hope in you. Sometimes you think it's just Hobie being Hobie, but the way he gazes at you so lovingly like a sailor would as he stares at the mighty sea, you think that he feels the same.

So you gather your courage, inhaling deeply the scent of the waves and the leather as you lean down as best as you can, nose nudging his own as his eyes flutter close. He doesn't move away from you, even lifting up his head halfway to meet with you. You take that as his permission to kiss him, a burst of fireworks lights up behind your eyelids, stomach flipping about and hands clammy against his skin. You should've started with words of an undeniable confession, but you find that actions speak louder than words.

As he kisses in sync with you, cheeks aflame, his lithe warm hands laying flush against your cheeks, even the guitar in between you can't stop the two of you as lightning strikes the waves. He kisses you until you can't breathe, and you let him hold you until you've melted into a puddle.

You lean away for air, and he chases your lips, pecking it once, twice for good measure before wiping the sheen left on your lips with his thumb.

“Just like how I dreamed it would be.” Whispering as you lay your forehead against his own, he hums in agreement, still holding you close even when the position gives him a crick in his neck.

“What took you so long, love, hm? I was waitin’ for you all this time.” Hobie says against your lips, hand massaging the back of your neck.

“You were?” Eyes wide, you chuckle. “Since when?”

“Ever since you swam to my place with a mixtape made for me.” You remember that day, he wasn't in the docks so you had to jump in the water and bring it to him while he was out fishing. “I swear, you're part fish or somethin'.”

“You have no idea.” Sighing, he leans close again, initiating the kiss but before your lips could meet, you tuck the pelt higher to his chest, wordlessly telling him that it's his, sharing it with him, trusting him with your most valued possession. Maybe after the kiss you'll tell him all about it.

[da-shrimping-station]

A Year's Difference

A year can be quite lengthy but also quite short, especially for humans.

Emilla grew quite the thick skin as time went past. At the mention of the anniversary of her arrival, she didn't take the news lightly. She's practically a missing person case on Earth! What about the events and appointments she's missed?! Her birthday, Minhyeok's birthday, her parents' death anniversary!

She initially wanted to lock herself up in her room and cry the week away but seeing the devils be overjoyed made her suck it up. She can cry later, and maybe even cuss the Seraphs for this. Right now, the entirety of Hell is waiting for her.

lil fun facts over the year ★

She had to cut her hair after the ends got burnt off during an angel attack. Cried a ton over it (much to Lucifer's delight). Paimon helped fix it but he had to trim a lot off to even it out. Cue more crying. She really likes it when the red lumps braid her hair and now they have less hair to work with.

Abuses the free pass she has to Satan's personal gym. Gained a bit of muscle and dusted off her rusty taekwondo skills. Satan has offered to coach her personally but they never get any training done ahem ahemmm...

Has grown close with a few of the nobles but the closest ones are Paimon, Eligos, and Orias. They have scheduled spa days in Tartaros, go shopping for clothes and accessories, and do little photoshoots.

The Kings she hads grown close to are Satan, Mammon, and Lucifer. What surprised her the most was being in more than amicable terms with the fallen seraph but she appreciates their relationship. (She miiight have cursed God a couple of times when she mourned the death of her parents)

Her wardrobe has changed into more practical clothing. She's had one too many cute outfits get ruined either from very eager devils and bloodthirsty angels. There are still times where she wears cute and stylish clothes but only when she's 100% sure it stays intact at the end of the day.

The devils have learned not to involve her in anything music related. While she does enjoy listening to music, she can't hold a note to save her life. Beleth tried teaching her to play the guitar once. The devil swore not to let her touch it ever again. Leviathan thought he can do better than the noble but to no avail. Aside from being so close to strangling her with his bare hands, he also declared a ban on her playing any instrument. (He couldn't stand to even look at the piano for a few days after the incident)

She gets episodes of homesickness every now and then. During these, she insists on being left alone. Sometimes she cries, sometimes she gets angry. Sometimes she can't even be bothered to get up and those kinds of episodes piss off Satan the most. So far the only way to snap her out of it is to brew a cup of green tea and mint, her favorite.

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

The Velvet Underground - La Cave, Cleveland, Ohio, April 28, 1968

Happy Sweet Sister Ray Day! This high holy day for Velvet Underground fanatics is always worth celebrating. But today, on the 57th anniversary, it's especially worth celebrating because Mr. Charlie has unearthed an "extraordinary, previously uncirculated low generation source tape" of this legendary Jamie Klimek recording, which has been bootlegged in inferior quality for decades now.

We're still talking about an audience tape from 1968, of course, but I'm going to agree that "extraordinary" is the right word to use — there's a new clarity and crispness here that blows away any previous version I've heard. And that is great news, because "Sweet Sister Ray" is one of my favorite things in the world. Thank you, Mr. Charlie! And thank you to the late/great Jamie Klimek for bringing his gear to La Cave all those years ago and capturing this unbelievable performance.

In case you need a deeper dive, you can read my long essay "The Velvet Underground's Elusive 'Sweet Sister Ray'" after the jump ...

Recorded at a tiny subterranean Cleveland, OH club called La Cave in late April of 1968, “Sweet Sister Ray” isn’t exactly a song, per se. It’s a close-to-40-minute jam, a languid, endless boogie. The audience tape we can listen to all these years later is murky, but that feels appropriate. “Sweet Sister Ray” is nothing if not a murky experience. 

The journey kicks off with the band (most likely just Cale, Lou Reed and Sterling Morrison; drummer Maureen Tucker isn’t audible here) chugging steadily, slowly over a spare, spidery riff. It’s easygoing, like they have no particular place to go, though there’s an underlying tension and menace. Reed’s guitar spirals off into a more abstract direction for a bit, almost reminiscent of Roger McGuinn’s flights of fancy on “Eight Miles High.” You lean in. What exactly is going on?  Is the band just warming up? Is there even anyone (aside from the taper) in the club? Through the murk, a decidedly surreal atmosphere develops. The music continues at a morphine-drip pace, drifting and droning, with Morrison playing a nervier counterpoint to Reed’s laconic fretwork, Cale rattling around in the background. At some point around the half-hour mark, Cale switches over to keyboards, lending the proceedings a curiously magisterial feel, as Reed begins coaxing beautiful, simmering feedback from his amp. It’s as if some new genre of music is being invented on the spot.

Extended live improvisations were, of course, nothing new to the VU. The aforementioned Columbus, OH show in 1966 features two marathon performances, “Melody Laughter” and “The Nothing Song,” that showcase the band’s most adventurous, avant-garde leanings.  But those pieces were created to complement the extravagant multimedia overload of Andy Warhol’s Exploding Plastic Inevitable, with dancers, lights and films adding to the experience. La Cave might’ve had a light show, but it was undoubtedly low-tech. On this particular night in Cleveland, it was just the Velvet Underground, the small audience and “Sweet Sister Ray.”

We haven’t even mentioned that throughout the song, Reed has been stepping up to the mic from time to time to sing a few verses. The lyrics may be off-the-cuff (Reed was known for his ability to generate lyrics at will), but they’re not indecipherable. In fact, they might even tell a fairly cohesive story, a veritable prequel to the actual “Sister Ray,” as our titular protagonist watches a movie — “the weirdest movie I’ve seen in my days.”

Reed goes on to sing about a topic he was intimately familiar with: electroshock therapy. “All the vaseline on your forehead / makes you feel so nice,” he deadpans. “My hair stood on end / and I thought I’d been frozen with a knife.” It’s a thinly veiled slice of autobiography — Reed was subjected to electroshock as a teenager to curb his homosexual tendencies — where you’d least expect it. And the final lyrics feel even more hauntingly personal, if still oblique: “Just then I saw a hole in the ground / and I jumped right in ‘cause there was no one around.” Down the rabbit hole young Lou eagerly goes, to rock and roll, to Warhol, to the dangerous and thrilling dreamscapes of “Sister Ray” itself. Which is right where the rest of the Velvets join him back in Cleveland, as Moe Tucker finally ambles onstage and beings thumping out that unmistakable beat and they segue into what was likely an even wilder excursion. Alas, it’s at this point that the tape fades out …

So where did “Sweet Sister Ray” go after La Cave? There’s some indication that it was further refined and developed into “Sweet Rock And Roll,” a mythical lost VU number from the summer of ‘68. Lou’s old sparring partner Lester Bangs is mostly responsible for the legend, calling the performance he witnessed in San Diego, CA “the most incredible musical experiences” of his life. “It was built on the most dolorous riff imaginable, just a few scales rising and falling mournfully, somewhat like ‘Venus In Furs’ but less creaky, more deliberate and eloquent.” Bangs even quotes some of the lyrics, which fall into line with what Reed was singing a few months earlier in Cleveland: “Sweet Sister Ray went to a movie / The floor was painted red and the walls were green / ‘Ooooh,’ she cried / ‘This is the strangest movie I’ve ever seen.’”

Will we ever hear “Sweet Rock And Roll”? Probably not. But Sterling Morrison claimed that a tape of the show Bangs wrote about was made, but quickly added that it was “stolen that very night. Stolen within seconds, actually. As soon as it ended, it vanished, never to reappear on this earth.”

[mixtape-racha]

boyfriend!han jisung thoughts

in a hanji brainrot again sorry guys | sfw and nsfw below the cut

warnings: idol!jisung, references to perv!jisung, mention of having a period, breeding kink, face sitting, vibrating underwear, "mommy", mention of nudes // minors dni, 18+

sfw:

boyfriend!jisung who learns to paint nails so he can do the hand that you struggle with (as long as you promise to paint his in return)

boyfriend!jisung who tries to teach you to play guitar just to have an excuse for you to sing/play him to sleep for once (he's only half joking, he loves singing you to sleep so much)

boyfriend!jisung who sends you home with a stack of his hoodies and shirts before he goes on tour, along with a travel size bottle of his cologne so they'll always smell of him

boyfriend!jisung who takes you to build-a-bear every anniversary so you can expand your ever-growing collection of matching bears dressed like each other

boyfriend!jisung who makes you order extra pickles on your burgers so he can steal them, especially if you don't like pickles

boyfriend!jisung who facetimes your parents/siblings at least once a month because they're his family too now and he needs to stay caught up on any gossip they have

boyfriend!jisung who forces felix to help him make brownies when he knows you're having a bad day or are on your period, even if he eats half of them before he even gets to your place

boyfriend!jisung who dedicates at least one songs to you each concert after your relationship is announced, and always updates stay about you on bubble because he wants them to love you as much as he does

boyfriend!jisung who has all your fast-food and coffee orders on a note in his phone so he'll never forget and can surprise you with your favourites whenever he feels like it

boyfriend!jisung who kicks everyone out of the dorm so you can have a movie night at his once every few months and pretends to complain when you want to watch twilight even though he secretly loves it

nsfw:

boyfriend!jisung who cums in his pants the first time you grind on him while making out because he's so obsessed with you that he can't help himself

boyfriend!jisung who convinced you to try sex chocolates with him, found out he has a breeding kink, and got kicked out by chan and told to stay at yours for a week because of noise complaints

boyfriend!jisung who steals your favourite underwear to take with him on tour so he has something of yours to jerk off into while you whimper in his ear from the other side of the phone

boyfriend!jisung who begged you to give him hickies in the shape of a heart on his chest because he thought it was cute, but ended up horny every time he saw himself in the mirror

boyfriend!jisung who lets you cockwarm him while he's in the studio because having you close helps him focus, and also because he can buck up into you whenever he feels like it

boyfriend!jisung who loooooves you sitting on his face - anytime, anywhere. the practice room, the living room of the dorm, a hotel room he's supposed to be sharing with changbin. literally anywhere, especially if there's a chance you'll get caught

boyfriend!jisung who gives you vibrating underwear to wear to dinner with the group, getting lost in the way you try and hide the clenching of your thighs, flushing of your face, and trembling as you finally cum with your head against his shoulder

boyfriend!jisung who called you mommy as a joke, but now its like... a thing. he really likes it, and will text/tell you "mommy, please" the second he pops a boner or feels needy

boyfriend!jisung who gets so overwhelmed when he's inside you that he starts drooling into your neck and babbling nonsense as he tries not to cum before he moves

boyfriend!jisung who has all you nudes and videos you've sent him, or taken together, in his hidden folder on his phone, and his favourite picture of you choking on his cock as an alternative lockscreen (not his usual one though) just because he loves seeing you all drooly with your makeup running and tears streaming down your face

taglist: join taglists here @pretty-racha @chubbyanarkiss @taeriffic @mits-vi @chanssmiles @5kayzee @queen-klarissa @torixx80 @fawnpeaks @bangtanmix73 @savluvsmingi @boi-bi-ahaha @bunniie0325

[shadyfestivalperfection]

Hey I have another request that I would like you to do because i loved the story that you did for my other request as well, if that’s okay for a request that’s for for a Tony Stark x female reader, who is also best friend of Tony Stark before he came Iron Man, but she was born in the same day as him “May 29th” but Tony Stark is also older by a couple or a few years older then her “Your choice I don’t mind” but She also has similar personality traits as Tony Stark and she is highly intelligent but also she has an Artistic where she can draw or sketch with perfect detail as well and Musician side where she can play any instrument especially with the guitars as well and she is has high medical skills as well but also an Avenger who is selfless and protective of the people she loves especially when it comes to Tony Stark, but she suffers from insomnia, anxiety and panic attacks as well, but she has been by his side through everything as well especially with during his Party and Playboy times as well and she went with him and James “Rhodey” Rhodes in Afghanistan where Tony Stark became Iron Man and she also helped Yinsen with his first Arc Reactor in that cave as well But it’s a fluff and smut ending where Tony and his girlfriend are on their anniversary trip that Tony Stark planned with a surprise proposal which “Y/N doesn’t know about”, during their trip Tony spontaneously and meaningful said “Marry” which catches off guard and makes her panic and everything goes wrong as she panics which sets her anxiety and panic attacks off, but Tony knows what to do when she panics as, and he calms her down for a moment as he reminisces and remembers when they first met, and them being best friends instantly after they first met, and the party he throws, and his playboy area before they got together which kinda upsets her because she has always been self conscious around the girls that he bought home and ended sleeping with anyway but she always helped Pepper cleaned after him which she didn’t mind even though it was in Pepper’s job description, but Y/N Brushes it off like it was nothing but Tony Stark saw it and he reassures as well, as he moved on to when he remembers Afghanistan and what happened especially when she saved him with Yinsen and his first Arc instead of helping herself as well in that cave, he starts remembering good times and bad times of their relationship with each other as he says words that he always wanted to say but never had the chance to, So he goes down on one knee as he says her full name as he says the meaningful words as he says his loves her as proposes to her again which Y/N thought about for a while as she happily agrees and she kisses him as she accepts his proposal as well and then Tony Stark and Y/N celebrates together as well.

“You Already Had Me” ~Oneshot

Summery: From surviving captivity in Afghanistan to fighting side by side as Avengers, Y/N and Tony navigate trauma, healing, and a love that grows quietly through sketchbooks, rooftop sunsets, and sleepless nights. As their bond deepens, unspoken feelings come to light, culminating in a heartfelt proposal that redefines everything between them.

Characters: Tony stark x f!reader

Note: All characters except Y/n are not mine.

||Master List||

The desert sun blazed like a wrathful god above the mountainous ridges of Afghanistan, casting orange hues over rocks that had seen centuries of blood and silence. Yet today, the silence was broken by the unmistakable roar of military-grade Humvees cutting through the dust.

Tony Stark sat in the back of one, legs casually splayed, a glass of scotch in his hand as if he were back in Malibu, not in the middle of a war zone. Next to him, you sat with a laptop open across your legs, fingers flying over the keyboard, reviewing diagnostics on the Jericho missile. You were calm, composed—but your eyes flicked upward every now and then to shoot him a dry, knowing glance.

“You know,” you said, half amused, “you could at least pretend this is a dangerous situation.”

Tony took a sip. “Y/N, the only dangerous situation I see here is how long it’s been since you’ve let loose. C’mon, when’s the last time you had fun?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Define ‘fun.’”

“Fun is anything that doesn’t involve algorithms, spreadsheets, or you trying to convince me to build a humanitarian tech branch.”

You rolled your eyes. “You mean the branch that could actually make a difference in people’s lives?”

Tony grinned. “Touché.”

You had known each other since MIT—two prodigies drawn together by shared brilliance and equally shared chaos. You’d matched his sarcasm with your own, challenged his tech ideas in class, and somewhere in between, became his anchor. No matter how reckless Tony became, he always had a tether in you.

“Besides,” he added, “this is a weapons demo. It’s fun-adjacent.”

As the convoy rolled to a stop, you both got out. Soldiers dismounted, securing the perimeter. A few patted Tony on the back, respectful yet amused by the billionaire playboy in the middle of a war zone. You slipped on your sunglasses and surveyed the horizon, nerves fluttering low in your stomach.

“I don’t like this,” you murmured.

Tony leaned closer. “Relax. You’ve seen the specs a thousand times.”

“That’s not what I mean.” You scanned the ridge. “Something feels…off.”

He started to reply, but Col. Rhodes called out, “Tony! We’re ready.”

You and Tony were led to the demo site, the Jericho missile set up like a silent beast, waiting. Tony stepped forward to address the small crowd of military brass and high-ranking officials.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, arms outstretched with his usual flair, “I humbly present to you… the Jericho.”

You watched as he hit the switch.

The mountains trembled.

The explosion that followed was poetry in motion—shockwaves blasting across the desert, miniature missiles fragmenting and striking targets with horrifying precision. The soldiers cheered. Dust billowed outward in a great wall behind Tony as he turned, grinning like a showman in front of fireworks.

“Is it better to be feared or respected?” he asked aloud, voice crisp and confident. “I say, is it too much to ask for both?”

The soldiers laughed.

You didn’t.

As the test wrapped up, you packed up your laptop and gave Tony a look. “Next time, remind me to bring less flammable lip balm.”

“Y/N L/N,” he said with mock severity, “you wound me.”

You laughed—but it never reached your eyes.

Moments later, you were in the back of the Humvee again, this time headed to the airfield. The convoy moved at speed. You sat across from Tony, laptop closed now, the tension in your shoulders finally starting to ease.

That’s when the world exploded.

Boom.

The Humvee in front of you was obliterated, a fireball swallowing it whole. Soldiers screamed. The driver veered violently.

Gunfire rained down from the cliffs.

Tony pulled you down, shielding you instinctively. “Get down!”

You screamed as bullets tore through metal. The driver slumped, shot. The Humvee flipped, smoke and blood and desert colliding in your senses. Pain. Dull, stinging, deep.

You crawled toward Tony. “Tony!”

He was bleeding—shoulder wound. His eyes wide, dazed.

A Stark Industries missile landed beside you.

He saw it too.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me—”

It exploded.

Darkness swallowed you both.

___

You woke in agony.

Your ears rang. Your body felt like it had been set on fire. There were voices—foreign, guttural, demanding. You were being dragged.

Then nothing.

___

You floated in and out of consciousness. Heat. Metal. Chains. The drip of water. At some point, you realized someone was injecting something into your arm.

You tried to scream, but your throat only made a strangled noise.

A voice spoke, calm, accented. “You must stay still. I’m trying to save you.”

Your eyes cracked open just long enough to see a man’s face, gentle eyes above a salt-and-pepper beard.

Then you were gone again.

___

When Tony woke up, it was to the blinding sting of a car battery being pulled from wires on his chest.

He gasped.

“Easy,” said the same calm voice. “I’ve kept you alive.”

Tony blinked. “What the hell… where…?”

“You’ve been in a cave,” said the man. “My name is Yinsen. You are my patient. This—” he gestured to Tony’s chest “—is an electromagnet. It is keeping shrapnel from entering your heart.”

Tony groaned. “Great. Another thing to carry around.”

Yinsen gave a small smile. “You are lucky to be alive.”

Tony looked around. “Where’s Y/N?”

Yinsen’s smile faded. “She is here. She was… worse off.”

Tony’s blood ran cold.

“Take me to her.”

Yinsen helped him to the corner of the cave where you lay on a slab. You looked fragile, pale, dark streaks of dried blood marking your skin. Tubes ran from your arms to IV bags. Yinsen had stitched your side where metal had torn into you.

“She almost didn’t make it,” Yinsen said quietly. “I used… an experimental compound. It was all I had.”

Tony sank beside you, expression cracking. “You saved her?”

“I hope so.”

Tony reached for your hand. “Y/N…”

Your fingers twitched.

“Come on, sweetheart, open those eyes. You can’t leave me here with this charming dungeon décor.”

Yinsen glanced at him. “She may not wake for hours.”

Tony didn’t care. He sat there, unmoving, holding your hand.

He would stay until you opened your eyes.

___

Hours later, you woke with a sudden gasp.

The chains clinked. Your chest heaved.

Panic gripped you—there were walls, too close, machines humming, sand and blood in your mouth.

“Hey—hey—Y/N!”

Tony was beside you in seconds. You flailed, still trapped in the grip of a nightmare.

“It’s me!” he shouted. “It’s Tony. You’re okay. You’re here with me.”

You sobbed. “I—can’t—breathe—”

He grabbed your face, made you look at him. “Breathe with me. Come on. In. Out. Just like we used to after all-nighters. Remember?”

You forced your lungs to match his.

In.

Out.

You collapsed into his arms, crying.

He held you like he’d never let go.

“I thought you were dead,” you whispered.

“I’m too handsome to die,” he whispered back.

___

A door slammed open.

The leader of the Ten Rings entered with armed guards. He barked something in his native tongue.

Yinsen translated. “They want you to build the Jericho missile.”

Tony stared at him. “Tell them I need her. We both work on it.”

You blinked. “We’re not building them a missile.”

“We’re not,” Tony said under his breath. “We’re building us a way out.”

___

Days passed.

You and Tony played the part of engineers begrudgingly cooperating. They watched you from cameras in the walls, but they couldn’t understand your blueprints or whispered codes.

You’d lost weight. The cave was cold, then hot. You slept fitfully.

But you built.

Together, piece by piece, you and Tony constructed the first Iron Man suit. Yinsen helped where he could, distracting guards, giving advice. You caught glimpses of something strange—your reflexes sharpening, your strength oddly consistent, even when exhausted.

Yinsen noticed too.

“What exactly did you inject me with?” you asked one night.

He hesitated. “I… don’t know. It was something my village’s scientists had developed. Unfinished. A serum for regeneration. Strength. I had no choice.”

“Something’s… different,” you whispered.

___

The night of the escape came fast.

Everything was in place.

“Y/N,” Tony said, checking the HUD. “When I tell you to run—run.”

You squeezed his hand. “Don’t get dead, Flirtbot 3000.” (Yes, I had to use this nickname again from my other fanfic ‘mr. flirtbot 3000’. I’m just in love with it ok!)

He smiled at the nickname.

The plan was simple: Tony would draw fire. You would help Yinsen trigger the distraction and escape.

The explosion started it all.

Bullets flew. Yinsen ran, yelling, sacrificing himself to buy you time.

“No!” you screamed, trying to run to him.

Tony blocked you. “He knew what he was doing. Go!”

You fired makeshift weapons at the guards.

Tony’s suit crashed through the flames, metal arms smashing, rockets launching.

You made it out of the cave, bruised, bloodied, but breathing.

Tony flew—then crashed.

You reached him as the suit collapsed.

He grinned. “Note to self: install AC.”

You laughed, a wild, relieved sound.

Moments later, American military helicopters appeared on the horizon.

You sank to your knees, clutching Tony’s hand.

You were free.

But neither of you would ever be the same again.

___

The weeks after the escape felt like a haze, the edges of each day blurred by exhaustion, the trauma of survival, and the looming question of what, exactly, had happened to both Tony and you in that cave.

The journey back to the U.S. was long, your body still stiff from injuries that were healing but still left you feeling like you were half-there, disconnected from the present. But it wasn’t the physical wounds that troubled you—it was the strange, heightened sense you’d developed since Yinsen had injected you with the serum.

At first, it was subtle. Tiny things you dismissed as fatigue or stress: a sharper sense of hearing, like you could pick up conversations from the other side of the room; moments when you moved just a second faster than normal, or caught yourself lifting something heavier than you would have expected.

Then came the dreams.

They were vivid and strange—images of twisting metal, shadows moving just out of reach, and the rush of adrenaline that accompanied combat, as if you were already in the fight, before your body even realized what was happening.

Tony noticed, of course.

He’d been more observant than you had realized, his eyes tracking every little shift in your behavior, even when you hadn’t noticed it yourself. He caught you once, after you’d inadvertently broken a glass with your bare hand, your skin unscathed despite the force.

“Y/N, you’re freaking me out,” he said one day, his voice a mix of awe and concern. “We need to figure out what’s happening. I can’t let you turn into some kind of secret weapon without understanding it first.”

You sat down with him in the lab, the soft hum of machines surrounding you, as you both poured over data, analyzing blood tests, scanning every file Yinsen had left behind. Tony’s face became increasingly worried as the information came through.

“It’s not just healing or strength,” he muttered, rubbing his face. “You’ve got heightened reflexes. Enhanced durability. Your cells are regenerating faster than humanly possible.”

“Great,” you said dryly, sitting back in the chair. “So, I’m a walking science experiment now?”

Tony didn’t laugh. “It’s not funny, Y/N. I—I don’t know what’s going on, but if Yinsen didn’t know what this serum was capable of, we need to figure it out before someone else does.”

That evening, as you both worked tirelessly on the Iron Man suit, something shifted between you. There had always been a spark between you and Tony, the kind of chemistry that ran deep, the kind that made even casual moments feel loaded with meaning. But now, with everything that had happened, with the serum coursing through you, it was as if that spark was beginning to catch fire.

Tony found himself spending more time with you, not just in the lab, but in the quiet moments between. He’d catch you reading over a schematics sheet, and you’d catch him watching you. You’d notice the way his eyes softened when you asked him to explain something for the tenth time, or the way he’d lingered after a conversation, not quite ready to leave.

There was an unspoken tension in the air, something new and raw that neither of you could ignore. But it wasn’t just about the lab work—it was about the connection that had always existed between you. Now, it was something more.

You didn’t talk about it. You didn’t have to. The suit came together in pieces, just like your feelings for each other. Slowly, methodically, but growing.

___

The Battle of New York was a turning point for both Tony and you. The Avengers had been formed, and while Tony was busy with the fight against Loki, you found yourself standing beside the rest of the team, your new role as an Avenger taking shape.

Your codename was Obsidia. You’d chosen it for its meaning—“shadow” and “power” mixed together. It felt fitting, given the strange abilities you’d gained from Yinsen’s serum. At first, you had no idea how to control them, but with each battle, each mission, your powers began to emerge more clearly.

You could move faster than you ever had before, your reflexes almost preternatural, allowing you to dodge bullets or disarm enemies before they even realized you were there. Your strength was beyond anything a human should be able to muster, and your healing was almost instantaneous, even in the middle of a fight. You were an asset to the team, a wild card that could handle herself in any situation.

But it wasn’t just your powers that brought you closer to the team—it was your bond with Natasha. She became not just a fellow teammate, but a confidant. You trained together, pushing each other in ways that only women like you could. Natasha respected you, admired you for your skills, and, over time, you became close friends, understanding each other in ways that few others did.

The two of you often trained in the gym, pushing each other to new limits. Natasha would smile wryly after each sparring session. “You’re a natural. Maybe I should start watching my back more closely.”

“You’re not the one I’m after,” you’d tease back.

But even in those moments, you knew Natasha had your back. She had seen things, done things, and now, you were starting to see the world through her eyes—a world where the line between hero and weapon blurred constantly.

Bruce, too, became a key part of your life. His calm demeanor and medical expertise paired well with your own. Together, the two of you treated the team, patched up bruises and broken bones with the precision of doctors and the compassion of friends. You learned more from him than you’d ever expected—about science, about people, about yourself.

But even as you became a valued member of the Avengers, something was missing. When the missions ended, when the world was safe, you found yourself back in your room, lying awake, your mind racing. Tony was no better. Both of you had become plagued with insomnia, unable to sleep, haunted by the memories of what had happened.

It was JARVIS who first noticed. When you had a nightmare, when your breathing turned erratic in your sleep, Tony would be alerted. He would get out of bed, no questions asked, and find his way to your door.

It wasn’t unusual for him to knock gently at your door late at night, his silhouette framed in the dim light.

“You okay?” he’d ask quietly.

You’d nod, even if you didn’t feel okay. “Yeah. Just a bad dream.”

“You need something?”

“Just stay.”

And he would, sitting on the edge of your bed, watching you until your heart rate slowed, until you fell asleep again.

It was the same for him. There were nights when you’d hear him pacing the halls, trying to quiet the racing thoughts that never seemed to leave his mind. You would knock on his door, just as he had done for you.

“Can’t sleep?” you’d ask, offering him the same comfort he had given you.

“Could ask you the same,” he’d reply with a small, weary grin. “Care to join me for a late-night chat?”

And so, you did. You spent those sleepless nights together, talking about everything and nothing, the hours stretching until morning light started creeping through the windows.

It wasn’t just about the Iron Man suit anymore. It was about both of you—your connection, your shared experiences, your unspoken understanding. The two of you had become something more than just allies. You were friends. You were something deeper, and you both knew it.

But you didn’t say it aloud. Not yet. Not until the time was right.

___

As you and Tony stood together in the quiet after a mission, the weight of everything heavy on your shoulders, you looked at him and smiled.

“You ever think about the fact that we’re technically still building a suit in a lab?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Tony’s lips curled up, but his eyes were intense. “I think we’re building a lot more than just a suit, Y/N.”

And for the first time, you didn’t need words to understand what he meant.

You were no longer just Tony Stark’s best friend, his partner in genius. You were something more. You were family. And maybe, just maybe, it was time to admit it.

___

The days were quieter now, after the chaos of their missions. While Tony continued to fine-tune the Iron Man suit and work tirelessly, Y/N found solace in her own creative pursuits. On most afternoons, when the lab became too overwhelming, she’d retreat to the quieter corners of the tower—sometimes to sketch, other times to paint. Her talent was breathtaking, every stroke of the brush or pencil capturing the beauty of the world in ways words never could. She’d often get lost in her work for hours, her mind in a state of quiet concentration.

But when the sun began to set, Y/N would climb up to the rooftop or the deck. She had an old guitar, worn in places from use but still strumming sweet melodies. It was her way to relax, her escape from the overwhelming life of an Avenger. As the day turned to night, she’d play softly, letting the music blend with the breeze as the colors of the sky shifted.

Tony, though usually too focused on his work, knew exactly when it was happening. There was something calming about hearing Y/N’s music in the background. He had kept the sketches she’d given him close to him, tucked in a drawer by his desk, protected from the world. They were a gift, something he’d never take for granted. But the guitar… the guitar was something else.

In the beginning, Tony tried to keep his distance, unsure of how to approach her. But over time, he’d start walking past the rooftop at sunset, pausing just outside the door to listen. He never let her know he was there, standing silently in the doorway, his eyes soft as he watched her play. There was something magical about the way she sang—so quietly, so carefully—as though the very act of sharing her voice with the world made her vulnerable. She never sang in front of anyone else, always avoiding it when the team was around. And Tony had a sense of why, though he never pressed.

What he didn’t realize was that the rest of the Avengers were in on the secret. Natasha, Steve, and even Bruce—everyone had caught on to the fact that Tony had feelings for Y/N. They watched him, knew he was holding back, and, more than anything, enjoyed watching the private moments when Tony would stand by the door, lost in her music.

One evening, after Y/N finished her song, she stood and walked back inside, unaware that Tony had been watching. But as she passed the door, she was startled to see the rest of the team standing behind Tony, hidden from her sight.

“Nice performance,” Steve said with a grin.

Y/N froze, eyes widening. “What—how long have you all been standing there?”

“Long enough,” Natasha teased, winking at Tony, who was trying his best to look nonchalant.

“We were just enjoying the show,” Bruce added, his usual calm demeanor giving way to an amused smile.

Y/N’s cheeks turned pink, and she immediately tried to brush it off, “It wasn’t… It wasn’t anything.”

“Oh, it definitely was something,” Natasha chimed in. “You should do it more often, you know.”

Tony, clearly flustered, muttered, “Yeah, well, we should all… you know… get back to work.”

But deep down, he was secretly thrilled that Y/N had shared that side of herself, even if she hadn’t meant to. The others teased him endlessly after that—always making little comments, often when Tony wasn’t ready, like when he walked into the lab one morning and found Natasha strumming his guitar, pretending to play in a perfect imitation of Y/N.

“Not bad,” she said, glancing at Tony. “Maybe you should get her to teach you.”

Tony only rolled his eyes but didn’t protest too much.

___

Tony had a journal, and it wasn’t for notes or technical specifications. It was his private place, where his unspoken feelings for Y/N were written down, in painstaking detail. He’d never had the courage to tell her the things he wanted to say, the things he knew were just under the surface. Instead, he wrote it down. The words that lingered at the tip of his tongue but never left.

Late at night, in the quiet of his lab, he’d write for hours. He wrote about her laugh, her creativity, the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke about something she loved. He wrote about the way his heart skipped a beat whenever she looked at him, the way she’d pause before speaking, like she was thinking carefully about every word, as if she feared being misunderstood. But most of all, he wrote about the overwhelming feeling he had every time he saw her: love.

He had never told anyone about it—not even JARVIS, who was more of a sounding board for his latest tech inventions than a confidant for his emotions. But one day, in the middle of a mission briefing, everything changed.

Tony had called up JARVIS to run the report on their next mission, but there was an unexpected glitch. Instead of the mission details, JARVIS began reciting Tony’s journal. Word for word, his feelings for Y/N spilled out in front of the entire team.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about someone before. It scares me, but I can’t stop thinking about her,” JARVIS’s voice recited calmly, oblivious to the tension rising in the room. “Every time she looks at me, I feel like I’m not good enough. But I want to be. I want to be the one who makes her smile, the one who can keep her safe.”

The entire room fell silent.

Tony stood there, frozen in place, his face turning red. His jaw clenched, and he could hear the subtle snickers from the rest of the team as they tried not to make it obvious that they had heard.

“JARVIS,” Tony muttered, his voice laced with embarrassment. “Shut. Up.”

But it was too late. The damage was done.

After the meeting, Tony avoided Y/N. He couldn’t look at her without feeling the overwhelming heat of embarrassment on his face. For two days, he ignored her calls and messages, hiding in his workshop, pretending like he wasn’t painfully aware of her presence in the tower. He didn’t know what to say, how to apologize, or if he should even try.

Y/N, for her part, was just as confused. She didn’t understand why Tony was suddenly distant. She thought maybe it was because of the mission or something else, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that it had something to do with the journal. The words JARVIS had read were too personal, too raw. It had been clear to her that Tony was hiding something—his feelings for her—but she never expected him to reveal it like that.

___

Two days later, the team gathered to celebrate Tony and Y/N’s shared birthday. Y/N had always preferred keeping things quiet, away from the crowds and the loud music. So, instead of throwing a huge party, Tony had quietly planned something special, just for the two of them. But this year, he had decided to involve the team in a small celebration. After the cake was cut and the laughter faded, Tony led Y/N to the rooftop.

The space had been transformed into something magical—decorated with flowers, candles, and fairy lights that shimmered in the twilight. It was perfect. And as they stood there, the sky painted in shades of orange and pink, Tony turned to Y/N with a deep breath.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice tinged with nervousness, “I’m sorry for being an idiot the past few days. I’ve been… avoiding you, and that’s not fair to you. It’s just… I’ve got this thing for you. Always have.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words. She didn’t know what to say, but before she could speak, Tony continued.

“I know we’ve been through a lot together, but I need you to know this. I want to be with you. So, Y/N L/N… will you be my girlfriend?”

The world around them seemed to hold its breath.

Y/N blinked, stunned, as she looked into his eyes. She could see the sincerity, the vulnerability in his gaze, and it melted the walls she’d built around herself.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice shaky but full of emotion. “Yes, Tony. I will.”

Tony smiled, his eyes lighting up with joy, and in that moment, everything felt right. The world outside could wait. In that moment, it was just the two of them, standing under the stars, knowing they were finally taking the step they had both been too afraid to make. Together.

___

Dating Tony Stark was anything but ordinary.

But then again, Y/N wasn’t exactly ordinary either.

They didn’t need to announce their relationship. The moment Y/N walked into the common room the morning after their rooftop moment, wearing Tony’s oversized Black Sabbath shirt, the entire team knew.

Natasha simply smirked. “About damn time.”

Steve nearly choked on his coffee. “Wait, really?”

Bruce just smiled and went back to reading.

Clint looked at Sam and whispered, “I owe you twenty bucks.”

Tony wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders and whispered to her, “We’re basically the worst-kept secret in the Tower.”

___

Their relationship, though new, felt like something that had always been meant to happen. It wasn’t fireworks every day. It was coffee in the mornings, quiet conversations while soldering new tech, and finding excuses to touch each other—his hand on her waist while she passed him a tool, her fingers brushing his when she handed him a cup of coffee.

JARVIS now had a protocol: whenever Y/N had a nightmare or got overwhelmed, he’d alert Tony immediately.

Tony never hesitated.

He’d be in her room within minutes, crawling into bed beside her, no questions asked. Sometimes he talked until she calmed down. Other times, he’d just hold her while she cried or sat with her while she caught her breath.

Their rooms remained separate, but more often than not, she ended up in his, asleep in his shirts, tangled in warm sheets and his arms.

They spent countless hours in the lab—Y/N working on armor modifications, Tony perfecting new weapons, and both of them figuring out the extent of her abilities. The serum Yinsen gave her was still a mystery, but gradually, they uncovered the truth: enhanced reflexes, advanced combat instincts, and the ability to manipulate energy currents with her hands. She could weaponize light, shape forcefields, and even heal minor wounds with a glowing touch.

“I should be worried that you’re turning into a one-woman army,” Tony joked one night as she blasted a repulsor-level beam from her palm into a reinforced dummy.

Y/N smirked. “Only worried if I turn against you.”

Tony walked over, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Not a chance.”

___

Their chemistry on the field was seamless. The team quickly learned to pair them together—Tony in the sky and Y/N on the ground. She moved like lightning, graceful and lethal, glowing veins lighting up under her skin whenever she activated her powers.

“Obsidia, right flank!” Tony’s voice barked through the comms.

“Already on it, Iron Man,” she’d reply, blasting two enemies before he could even finish the sentence.

When things got rough, he never took his eyes off her. During one mission, she took a hard hit and collapsed. Tony nearly dropped from the sky trying to get to her.

“Y/N! Obsidia—respond!”

But she grinned up at him moments later, coughing. “I’m okay. You’re cute when you panic.”

He scowled, breathless with relief. “You’re not funny.”

“You love me.”

“I know,” he whispered.

Later that night, while she iced her bruises in the med bay and he patched her up, she reached for his hand.

“Still scared you’re gonna lose me?” she asked quietly.

He squeezed her hand. “Every damn day.”

___

Dating Tony Stark meant lavish possibilities, but Y/N wasn’t one for crowds or attention. He learned quickly.

Their dates were quiet. Intimate. Personal.

One night he took her flying—not in a Quinjet, but in his arms, wrapped in his suit while she wore one of his prototypes built just for her. They soared over New York under the stars.

“This is the most ridiculous first date ever,” she shouted over the wind.

“You said you wanted something low-key!”

“Low-key doesn’t mean a birds-eye view of the Statue of Liberty!”

He laughed. “You’re welcome.”

Another night, he set up a projector on the rooftop. They curled up under a blanket, eating pizza while watching old classic movies on a sheet he pinned to a wall.

“This is perfect,” she murmured, head on his shoulder.

“I wanted to impress you.”

“You already do.”

___

They shared toothbrushes by accident, stole each other’s socks, and had running arguments over who was the better cook (neither—Vision was their referee and also their emergency dinner backup).

One day she walked in on Tony dancing in the kitchen in nothing but pajama pants and one of her crop tops. She laughed so hard she dropped her coffee.

“You’ve got good taste in fashion,” he said with a wink, unabashed.

“You’re insane.”

“But I’m your insane.”

He built her a studio space in the tower—a place to paint, sketch, and play music. He even soundproofed it so she could sing freely without fear of anyone hearing.

Except him.

He always sat just outside the door, listening.

___

They Weren’t Perfect

They argued. Sometimes badly.

Tony’s tendency to shut down emotionally clashed with her tendency to internalize fear. He overworked himself; she tried to fix everyone. Sometimes, they clashed over missions, over risk, over the pressure of leading a team into danger.

“You’re not invincible, Y/N!” he shouted once after she tried to take on a HYDRA mech solo.

“And neither are you, but that’s never stopped you!”

“I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t.”

But they always found their way back. Every fight ended in exhausted apologies, whispered confessions, and long embraces.

___

Steve once told Natasha, “They’re the heart of the team.”

“They’re idiots,” Natasha replied. “But they’re our idiots.”

Even Thor noticed, once chuckling, “Their bond is strong. Like the strongest forged weapons—tested by fire, but unbroken.”

___

Tony wasn’t good with the word love. He wrote it down more than he ever said it.

But Y/N didn’t need to hear it every day. She saw it in the way he’d always reach for her hand during briefings. In the coffee already waiting for her every morning. In how he dropped everything when she was hurt or scared. In how he memorized every note of her songs and kept her sketches in a vault like they were priceless.

And then, one night, he finally said it.

They were curled up in bed, Y/N tracing circles on his chest with her fingers, the tower quiet around them.

“I love you,” he said suddenly, like the words had been bubbling inside him for too long.

She looked up at him, startled.

“I mean it,” he added, softer. “I love you, Y/N L/N. Every version of you. The genius, the artist, the fighter, the girl who makes the world feel a little less heavy.”

She leaned up and kissed him deeply. “I love you too, Stark. Even when you wear my clothes.”

___

They weren’t just Tony and Y/N anymore. They were a team—on the field, in the Tower, in life.

Two brilliant minds. Two stubborn hearts. One love that had survived war, trauma, and chaos.

And somehow, with all the madness around them, they made their own peace.

Together. Always.

___

Tony Stark didn’t plan things often.

But for her? For Y/N L/N? He planned everything.

Their anniversary was approaching—two years since that candlelit rooftop night when he’d asked her to be his. Two years of stolen kisses in hallways, quiet nights after missions, and learning how to love, truly love, someone with every flawed part of himself.

So this time, he decided he’d make it unforgettable.

___

She didn’t suspect a thing when he whisked her away to Italy.

Capri, to be specific. A place so stunning it could make even the most guarded hearts soften.

They stayed at a quiet villa overlooking the sea—sunsets melting over the water like painted flames, lazy breakfasts in bed, and long walks through cobblestone streets where nobody knew their names.

Y/N had her sketchbook, Tony had a bottle of wine tucked under his arm half the time, and they had each other.

That was enough.

But tonight—it was going to be more.

___

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

They were watching the sun set again, her guitar leaned against the wall, her fingers stained with ink from her sketches. She looked up at him, cheeks flushed from laughing at something he’d said, and it just… happened.

Tony blinked at her. The words leapt out before he could catch them.

“Will you marry me?”

Silence.

She stared at him.

“What?”

Tony’s eyes widened slightly. “I mean—yeah. That was… spontaneous. I was gonna make it all fancy, but you were smiling and looking at me like that and I—yeah, I said it.”

Y/N’s heart began to race. Her throat tightened.

She stood up quickly, backing away. “Tony…”

“Hey, hey—it’s okay,” he said softly, standing too.

But her breaths were shallow. Her hands were shaking. The panic rose too quickly—too high.

“I—I didn’t know this was coming, I thought we were just… I can’t—Tony, I can’t breathe—”

Her voice broke as her panic attack took hold, shoulders trembling.

He was beside her in a second, hands gentle but firm on her arms.

“Shh, sweetheart. It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m here. Just listen to my voice, alright?”

She closed her eyes, leaning into him, hands clutching his shirt like it was the only anchor in the storm.

He guided her to sit with him on the deck floor, her back against his chest, his arms around her like a shield.

“You remember the first time we met?” he whispered, pressing his lips to her temple.

She didn’t speak. But she nodded.

“You walked into that lecture hall at MIT, and you actually corrected me during the presentation. In front of everyone. I hated it… and then I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

A soft exhale left her lips. Still shaking, but slower now.

“You became my best friend overnight. God, we were ridiculous. Coffee-fueled sleepovers, science experiments at 3AM, that time you punched me for kissing someone in the hallway.”

Her laugh was wet and cracked—but it was there.

Tony kept going, voice low and steady.

“And then I threw that party to impress you. Remember that? With the ice sculpture shaped like a particle accelerator? You thought I was insane. You were right. I was also… very much trying to sleep with you back then. I was a mess.”

“You still are,” she murmured, voice trembling but fond.

He smiled.

“I thought I could keep you as just my best friend. And then Afghanistan happened.”

His voice changed then—quieter.

“You saved me, Y/N. You and Yinsen… I wouldn’t have made it out without you. You gave up your own comfort, your own safety, to make sure I survived. You built half the arc reactor with me. You held my hand when I thought I was going to die.”

She turned her head slightly, eyes shining.

“I remember thinking I couldn’t lose you there. That if I did, I didn’t want to live.”

He took her hand gently in his. “After we came home, we pretended everything was normal. But nothing ever was, was it? Because every time I looked at you, I saw my reason to be better.”

Her breathing had slowed now. Her body still trembled, but the worst of the panic was fading.

Tony shifted slightly, pulling something from his pocket—a small velvet box.

Then he slowly moved in front of her and lowered himself to one knee.

Not flashy. Not perfect.

Just real.

“Y/N L/N,” he began, his voice thick, “I’ve been in love with you since the day you corrected me in front of two hundred people. I just didn’t know it yet.”

She covered her mouth, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes in my mind where I never say this. Where I let fear or timing or my own ego keep me from telling you how I feel. But I don’t want to live that kind of life anymore.”

He opened the box—inside, a ring that looked custom-designed just for her. Elegant. Unique. A diamond surrounded by delicate arcs of onyx and silver. Stark and Obsidia, together.

“I love you. Every broken, brilliant, beautiful part of you. Will you marry me?”

Y/N choked out a soft laugh through her tears, one hand still over her mouth.

Then she dropped to her knees in front of him and kissed him, hard and full of emotion.

“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly between kisses. “God, yes, Tony.”

He held her like she was the most fragile and most powerful thing in the universe. And maybe she was.

They didn’t even stand up for a while. They just stayed there, arms wrapped around each other on the deck, as the Italian sky turned deep purple.

___

Later, back inside the villa, they danced to a slow jazz song echoing through the open windows. She rested her head on his chest while he swayed with her barefoot across the marble floor.

He pressed his forehead to hers.

“You didn’t ruin it,” he whispered.

“I did panic.”

“You’re allowed to panic,” he smiled. “You also said yes.”

“Eventually.”

“Still counts.”

___

That night, she sketched him asleep beside her—ring still on her hand, heart still racing.

He had planned the perfect proposal.

But what made it unforgettable… was that it was them. Flawed, complicated, real.

And perfect in its own way.

___

The moment she said yes, something changed in the air between them.

The world outside—the stars, the waves, the soft rustle of wind through lemon trees—became a distant hum. All that mattered was her in his arms, her lips on his, her fingers tangled in his hair as they kissed like years had led to this moment.

Tony gently picked her up, one arm under her knees, the other wrapped around her back. “We’re not doing this on a deck full of sea salt and splinters.”

Y/N laughed breathlessly, her forehead resting against his. “Where are we doing it, Mr. Stark?”

He smirked, heart thudding like it was his first time all over again. “Somewhere I can make you scream my name without a seagull flying overhead.”

He carried her inside, the candlelight dancing across the villa walls. The bedroom was aglow with warm amber tones—rose petals scattered across the bed (Natasha and Steve’s doing, no doubt). The sliding doors were left open, the sea breeze washing in gently.

He laid her down like she was something sacred. The ring caught the light as she reached for him, and he paused just a second to admire her—his best friend, his partner, his soon-to-be wife.

“You know,” she whispered, brushing her fingers over his chest as he hovered above her, “I used to imagine this.”

His breath hitched. “Yeah?”

“I used to think about how it would feel… to have you look at me like this.”

He dipped his head, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Then let me show you how it feels to be loved by someone who knows your soul.”

Their clothes came off slowly—no rush, no desperate tugging, just the kind of undressing that felt like shedding years of tension. He kissed every inch of her like a man memorizing his favorite equation. Her breath trembled when his mouth explored her neck, the tops of her breasts, the soft skin of her stomach.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered, thumb tracing over her hip. “You okay?”

She nodded, biting her lip. “It’s not fear… It’s just you.”

God, that wrecked him.

“Sweetheart…” He kissed her slow, deep, devouring. “I’ve waited my whole damn life to love someone like this.”

He slid inside her with care, his forehead pressed to hers, every inch of him whispering I’m here, you’re mine, I love you.

Her legs wrapped around him, drawing him deeper, and her fingers slid into his hair as she moaned his name. Every thrust was deliberate, every kiss laced with years of friendship, devotion, and unsaid things finally freed.

When she whispered, “Tony, I’m close—” it was almost a sob.

“I’ve got you,” he panted, thumb circling her clit gently. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you.”

She shattered beneath him, clinging to him as waves of pleasure rolled through her. He followed seconds later, groaning into her neck as he spilled into her, body shaking from the intensity.

They stayed like that for a long time—wrapped in each other, hearts pounding, souls quiet.

___

Later, as they lay tangled in the sheets, she rested her head on his chest and whispered, “Is it always going to feel this perfect?”

He ran his fingers through her hair. “With you? Yeah. Even when it’s messy. Especially when it’s messy.”

Y/N smiled, eyes fluttering shut. “You already had me, Stark.”

“I know,” he murmured into her hair. “But now I get to keep you.”

-the end

[starryzerose]

minors free to interact

gn reader. dates with them. sort of. age order.

boys are idols. it just never directly mentions they are.

jiwoong pottery date. you and him talking the rest of the day away. bonding with each other. all goes well until one of the members crashes the date accidentally.

zhanghao playing the violin for a date. you didnt ask him to do that but he did. he did because he knows you love it when hes plays instruments. hed cave and even learn any song you enjoy on the violin.

hanbin who will write you love letters for your anniversary. its been a tradition ever since your second date. he also loves to play the piano for you during the evening hours. he loves helping you sleep during those moments.

matthew who takes you out to new restaurants. every date is somewhere different. he loves visiting restaurants with his group. so why not bring you. after visiting hell take you back home to play games.

taerae who will play his guitar for you on the second date. he does it because he remembers you offhandedly mentioning that you like guitar. it wasnt a major part of the conversation on the first date. but he remembered.

ricky who takes you strawberry picking as a date. hell take you to his favorite place for it too. dont worry though. hell take you out to lunch after. maybe even take you shopping for a bit. he wants to spoil you after all.

gyuvin who cant help but take you to the movies for a date. he hates being super cliche with date ideas. he just couldnt think of something else. he promises to take you on a better not so cliche date next time.

gunwook who takes you to the park for a picnic. the seasons were finally starting to change. so why not have an early spring picnic. no interruptions from staff or his members. just you two enjoying the weather and food.

yujin who enjoys nothing but nap dates. he enjoys other types of dates too. dont get him wrong. but he feels most at ease when you both get to do nothing but nap together. especially if its after knowing each other for so long.

ot9 who no matter what. will always enjoy a date with you. even if its just hanging out at their dorm or your home. as long as its with you theyll love it.

extra ot9 theyd try to con you into a plush date. causing chaos in a buildabear in the process. or other plushie stores.

longest piece ive ever written so far 😖🫣. please let me know if you liked this or want more. if you have your own thoughts to add. feel free to do so.

© starryzerose 2024

[melodymunson]

Steddie x fem reader blurb

Steve Harrington X Female!Reader featuring Eddie Munson

Stranger Things AU

"There's no one like you"

Mentions of sex, MFM threesomes, and breeding.

1,074 Words

ao3 link

Steve was the best friend you could ever ask for. Even though Robin and him were close you were his best friend too. You were always there for him especially when Nancy Wheeler broke his heart for Jonathan Byers. For some reason, she found comfort in Jonathan's arms and cheated emotionally and mentally on Steve. Needless to say, it hurt Steve and he truly felt love for Nancy at one point in his life.

He always thought of you as one of the guys. You wanted to make him jealous so you started dating another guy Billy Hargrove. Steve didn't like Billy and had no problem voicing his distaste for him. Billy was someone you didn't even really like you just wanted Steve to admit he loved you instead of seeing you as just a best friend type. Billy would emotionally and mentally abuse you until you couldn't take it anymore so you ended it and Steve consoled you.

One night you were at a party with Steve and everyone including Robin, Jonathan, Argyle, Eddie, and Chrissy were getting drunk playing spin-the-bottle and your bottle kept landing on Steve. After three kisses and three times it landed on him it was seven minutes in heaven time together. You confided in Steve your true feelings which had him admitting his feelings for you too and you had one of the hottest ever makeout sessions together. Robin was so happy for you right after that because you asked Steve to be your boyfriend while working at family video, and he said yes.

You went on many dates after that including Enzo's, a movie/ice cream date, a camping trip, a road trip to the beach for a weekend, time at the cabin, and many others. Whenever you cuddled Steve was always the big spoon wrapping his big, strong arms tightly around you. On your three-month anniversary together he bought you a sterling silver charm bracelet with your initials, his initials, and your birthstone. Steve took you on many surprising and romantic dates that were so cute like a walk in the park/picnic, roller skating at the rink, an arcade date that included a mall shopping trip, and hiking/camping.

Eventually, Eddie came into the picture because you auditioned for Corroded Coffin to be their third guitarist and got the job. Steve and Eddie were already friends and Eddie was amazed by your guitar skills happy to have a girl in the band since his friend Ronnie left as Corroded Coffin's drummer and was replaced by Gareth. Steve and Robin would always attend the Hideout shows and clap the loudest in the front row and after Steve would buy everyone celebratory drinks backstage. After a bit of drinking one night, you confessed to Steve and Eddie how you wanted to have a threesome and they were more than happy to indulge your fantasy.

Your first time together with Steve and Eddie was the night after the concert and they took you first to Enzo's for a nice and classy meal for dinner and then the drive-in movies. After you went back to Steve's house and skinnydipped while listening to Corroded Coffin's newest album on cassette. You had a nice shower after that with lots of touching and kissing which ended in Steve and Eddie finger-fucking you until you came two times. They treated you like a Queen washing you up and giving you the best orgasms before things moved to Steve's bedroom and his King-sized bed with blue silk sheets and matching pillowcases.

Eddie and Steve took turns eating your pussy and fingering you until you came at least three times, you sucked them off sloppy just like they loved it, and for the first time, you experienced double vaginal penetration. Your screams and moans combined with theirs echoed off the walls and needless to say, you made a big mess of Steve's huge bed. You shared the best pre-rolled joints with them courtesy of Reefer Rick and planned to do it all over again soon but filming it and making your homemade porno to watch. They made you breakfast in bed the day after and you had another mind-blowing shower with being eaten out and squirting for them.

The day you made the porno you were wearing the prettiest black with red trim lingerie, fishnet tights, and silky red gloves. The video camera began and foreplay started with Steve and Eddie using your glass dildo on you, sucking your nipples/fondling your breasts, and you giving them handjobs. You sucked off Eddie as Steve fucked your pussy raw getting spit-roasted until they switched places and after came all over your ass and in your mouth. Deciding to try something new you let them take turns fucking your ass after they used lots of lube on you before fucking your ass together making a mess of you in the end by cumming all over your stomach and breasts.

Sometime later after the homemade porn, Eddie and Steve jointly proposed to you with the biggest and best wedding ring with your birthstone and entwining hearts on either side of the stone. The wedding was casual and beautiful but also something small because the three of you preferred it that way but it was the best wedding ever for you, Steve, and Eddie. The wedding was in Hawkins near the lake with Dustin, Lucas, Max, Eleven, Joyce, Hopper, Argyle, Robin, Uncle Wayne, and Jonathan as the photographer before the honeymoon in Fiji and New Zealand. They had the biggest breeding kinks and loved to say they were going to breed you every chance they got even before the wedding and when you were still on birth control.

Soon you were pregnant with twins because the night of the honeymoon you stopped taking birth control after Steve and Eddie agreed it would be the best choice to start your little family together as soon as possible. Steve and Eddie were thrilled to be fathers now and have a little family with you. The twins were a girl and boy and so you named them Wayne and Elizabeth after Eddie's uncle and mom. There was so much love in your relationship with them and you were having the best life together in Indiana there was nothing more to ask for until you got pregnant two more times and adopted two kids, Steve finally had all six of his little nuggets.

taglist:

@ali-r3n @seatnights @keikoraven @corneliuswatkins @keeryatmosphere

@jadeylovesmarvelxo @somethingvicked @mrprettywhenhecries @jozstankovich @daisy-is-a-writer

@lovemesomeeddiemunson @koskeepsake @munson-mjstan @espressomunson @loritate7311

@edsbug @deepenny @inourtownofhawkins @emsgoodthinkin @corrodedcorpses

@ofhawkinsandvecna @brinasdead @thescoopstroopers @haceleyes @steveslittlesunflower

@zestychili @emma-munson @thepurplelovewitch @spenciesprincess @onegirlmanytales

@ellharrington @stolen-in-moonlight @hellv1ra @littlenymphfables @kelseyaparker19

@harringtonfan4 @eddiemunsonfuxks

[argumentl]

2024/01/20 aknot only Gorilla Hall Osaka - Report

I only applied for this date on this tour, so I feel super lucky to have gotten it, especially for such an iconic anniversary!

This was my first time at Gorilla Hall, but the entrance process was super organized and easy. I had quite a high ticket number, so was fairly far back when I first got inside, but I could see the stage, so wasn't too bothered. HOWEVER, there are no rails in Gorilla Hall other than the front rail! So as soon as the lights went down for the show to start, there was a big rush forward, and I pretty much found myself nicely mid crowd, only a few meters from the front, shimote of course! Happy!!

From the start there was so much fan service! Kaoru and Die standind together, Die and Toshiya standing together, Kaoru and Kyo standing together, everyone gathering around Shinya....even in the first few songs!

Die and Toshiya in particular looked...close. At one point Die stood behind Toshiya and rested his chin on Toshiya's shoulder, spoke in his ear, and after that even got down on his knees and played his guitar while looking up at Toshiya! 

Yes, I did see the other members a bit this time, haha. There was a spotlight behind Kaoru for quite some time, which would shine directly into my eyes and blind me whenever he stepped out of its beam, so I was forced at times to look elsewhere to save my eyesight 😂

Kyo was still bald, all white make up with black eyes. He looked really spooky. 

Toshiya was in his sparkly dress to start, and for the encore he wore a leopard print shirt, with the tiniest tight shorts ever. I only saw his shorts at the end when he stood up high on the truss, and I initialy thought he had lost his trousers somehow, haha (his shorts really just looked as small as underwear), but then i realised this was his actual outfit 😂 

Kaoru was in his black jacket/white shirt/waistcoat combo, looking like a total aristocrat. Blonde hair, combed back 😍 And for the encore he wore a White Zombie band tshirt! 

Kaoru was using his pink ganesa for Yurameki at the start, but changed to a few other guitars during the rest of the show. He also took off his black jacket few songs in. 

The set list was amazing, as follows:

mode of adam

yurameki

Schwein no isu

Zomboid

Eddie

Mouai ni shosu

Myaku

304 goushitsu

Tsumi to batsu

Obscure

Byou shin

Karma

Unknown...Despair...a Lost

zan

ΕΝ.

Akuro no oka

Followers

Filth

Child Prey

So many of these songs were songs that I was listening to when I first became a fan of Dir over 20yrs ago, so it was actually surreal hearing them all live together like this. Especially having just watched the newly released footage from 1999, hearing Schwein, Tsumi to batsu, Byou shin, Karma together...omg, it was overwhelming! 

And Akuro no oka! The audience was quiet for the whole song, and gave a respectful applause when it finished. It was really emotional. 

My fave part of the encore was actual during Filth! Something came over Kaoru, its almost like he became the song...he was roaming the front rows of the crowd with his eyes, but his facial expressions just exuded the MOST erotic filth! Its like he was thinking about dirty, dirty things, and it showed on his face! If I had been in the front few rows, I would be dead for sure! 

At one point I saw him pointing straight in my direction, with his head tilted and eyes half closed, but that wasn't during Filth, haha. 

I didn't catch anything this time, but I did get watered on by Kaoru, Toshiya, and Die, so Im happy! Kaoru's bottle flew straight over my head, and when I was on my way out I saw a big puddle of (real) blood on the floor where it had landed, so Im assuming there was either a struggle, or someone had slipped on the water that splashed out of it. But there was a venue staff member standing there to stop people walking through it on the way out. 

Kyo, Shinya, and Toshiya left the stage, and then Kaoru smiled and pointed at Die before leaving. The Die came over and tapped the mic, and said, 'Can I say something?' 

He gave a really emotional speech about how they have come this far due to the support they have from fans and people around them, and he acknowledged that Dir en grey will have to end one day, due to the members being only human. But until that time, they will continue to cherish playing lives and being with fans. Then he said like, 'so Im not gonna let you die before us, promise me' 

You heard it everyone, you gotta look after yourself, and keep living for Dir, and they will do the same for you!