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sheepy-snow · 4 years

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Fic Collection No.1: Nayuta Asahi x fem!Reader

Chapter 1: Familiar Hugs & Pick-up Lines...?

🌟 Notes: (won't be in the next chapter so please read!)

• Each chapters might or might not connected to each other. (timeline and events wise)

• Readers in here will have characteristics, meaning that she will have personality. It's pretty obvious so read to found out!

• May mentioned other characters in, but won't focus on them.

More notes will be added in future!

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As you lying lazily on the couch and look through your phone, you saw a very... Interesting photo on the internet. It was a list of pick-up lines base on your Zodiac Sign.

- ( Hehe, what if I use this on Nayuta~? )

Being a person that love teasing and make others blush, you always found a chance to tease Nayuta whenever he's around you. His reaction is always amusing and cute to your eyes. Though sometimes he can be mean, but you know for sure that he didn't really mean it. Which make him even cuter. Since today is Sunday, which means: break day for GYROAXIA! ( According to Nayuta himself )

Decided to look through the contacts on your phone to call him, it only took around 20 secs, as he's the only one that you give a nickname to after all. ( "Nayutan😾" )

- Hey Nayutan~ You up?

- ( Nayuta ) What it is?

- I'm bored~ Can I come to your house right now? We can cuddles together~

Silence. Guess it was a yes then.

- Alright~ I'm coming over!

- ( Nayuta ) I haven't even said anything...

- I take that as a yes! Wait for about 15 minutes okay? Love you!

With a soft smile on your face, you turn off your phone and slowly sit up and do a quick stretch. Can't wait for his reaction when you tease him with those cheesy pick-up lines~

~Time Skip~

The moment Nayuta opened his mansion's door, the first thing he saw was always you with that bright smile on your face. Although he is pretty tired with the pratices lately, your smile is like a cure to it. It always make him feel at ease, and not to mention, you're pretty cute when you smile like that. ( though being a tsundere he is, he just won't admit it. )

- Nayutan~ I miss you!

You said as you quickly engulfed him into a hug with your smaller frame right when his silver hair meet your eyes. The familiar coffee scents on his shirt tickle your nostril, it always ease your heart almost immediately. You can tell how much he loves coffee from the scent alone, and if you smell a little more closely, you can smell a scent that similar to cats. Speaking of cats...

- Hmm? Where's Nyanko-chan? _You said as you peek up from Nayuta's chest, both arms still wrapped around him.

- Gone to Akebono's house. That guy said he want to take care of Nyankotarou today. _He respond back with his usual low, raspy voice.

- Awww... That's a little disappointing...

- Do you come here just to meet Nyanko or what?

- Nope! Well, if she's here then I'll pet her, but I guess I'm gonna cuddle with you today only then~

- And how long are you planning to suffocate me?

- Just a little more~ _You said as you snuggled closer to his chest. The world around you seems to melted away as you bathed in his warmness. This feeling, to you, will always be a blessing.

- At least let me sit down first...

Nayuta, after a while staying silent, finally speak up. Well, truth be told, they have been standing there for at least 5 minutes now. Although Nayuta already get used to this, he still prefer it better when sitting down. After a few more seconds hugging him, you finally look up and said:

- Fine~ I also have something to tell you too after all!

Finally, something that actually peek his interest. Your small body slowly let go of him before both of you go and sit down on the sofa. In one swift movement, you take out your phone and search the pic you've just found earlier. Now then, here comes the fun part~

- Nayutan!

Instead of responding back, he just look at you, as a sign for you to continue. A half mischievous smile form on your lips, before you slowly lean closer to him and said:

- Shut up and kiss me, please!

A moment of silence and staring.

Patiently waiting for his response, you keep staring straight into his eyes with round (e/c) orbs. The silence continue until–

- Pfft. Didn't know you were that eager (L/n).

Realizing what he meant by that, your cheeks quickly flushed red, much to the silver head's amusement. His smirk also didn't help you either. It always make you blush almost immediately, which is why you "hate" it.

- N-No! That's not it! It's just a pick-up line I found on my phone!

- Pick-up line, you said? Let me see it.

Although you questioning why he want to see such a cheesy things, you still show him the picture anyway. Speaking about base on Zodiac sign, isn't he a Virgo? Doesn't that mean–

- You’re perfect and amazing and you seem really cool and we should talk more and now I’m rambling just make out with me.

Nayuta said, no, more like, read the entire thing with the straightest face you could ever see. You look at him with confusing eyes, as if you still proceed of what he just said.

- According to this. Since I'm a Virgo.

As if he can read how confused you're just now, he explain. Well, it's actually you that explained to him before about the Virgo - his constellation, it's impressive that he can still remember it.

- Geez... You can't say a pick-up line right that. Also that's way too long for a pick-up line.

- Then should we skip it and go straight to the making out part?

Quickly realized of what he mean by that, your face immediately flushed a bright shade of red, which to him, is always amusing.

- I-I– That's so sudden you dummy!

- Isn't you also like that earlier?

Fair point. You thought.

- I-I... Ugh! Fine! You got a point! And here I thought you gonna blush to that...

- And I thought you gonna blush easily. I was correct after all.

- S-Shush!

- ...So, want to cuddle or not?

- Eh? Of course!

You quickly respond back with a big smile before engulfed him into another hug, this time, he wrapped his arms back to your small, frail body. You immediately blush to this but fortunately, he can't see this because you already snuggle your face up in his chest.

- Nwayutan... Uwarm...~ _You said while snuggle up to him with a muffled voice

- I know. You're warm too. _Nayuta respond back while playing with your hair and rest his chin on your head. You couldn't help but smile at this gesture of his. Everything surround both of you right now is slowly melted away, as if the entire room has been bathed in warmness. To you, this kind of moment will never be enough. Although you can't see his expression right now, surely, he looks very peaceful and perhaps, smiling at this time.

- I love you! _Move your face away a little bit so that you can talk easier, you said with tinted pink cheeks and a soft smile.

- What's with the sudden confession?

- Dunno, I just suddenly want to let you know that~

- I already knew it.

- I know~ Saying it a lot isn't a bad thing after all~ And I'm sure you love it too right~?

Silence. Guess that's a yes then.

- Ehehe, I really love you Nayutan!

- I know. Love you too.

You blush even harder right after those words slip off his mouth. It's very rare of him to say such a cheesy thing to you after all, so you can't help but blush to it.

Not that you never mind it, though~

~End~

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And I'm done with my first chapter! This is a small fic series I made featuring fluff moments with our favorite tsundere catboy Nayuta with (Y/n)-chan! Since this is the first time I wrote fics so criticism accepted! Anyway, thank you for reading until the very end and have a nice day!

(If you saw this on ao3 then yes, that's me too!)

#aaside #asahi nayuta #x reader #reader insert #fem!reader #readers with characteristics #fic series #argonavis from bang dream!

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lipstickbisous · 5 years

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camera shy┃z.d.h

this is one of my favorites that i have written. :)

summary; zach is tired of his girlfriend being so photogenic, so he gets his friend to snap her smile.

warnings? uh, maybe swearing, more fluff

request? no, so send some in.

tags? @technolilly @xowhyxodontxowexo @splendidseavey @fallingforbesson @maraiseavey @jonahpie @tempus-ut-luceant

i was never one for photos. i hated having my picture taken. picture day at school was the worst. what's the point? there's stuff that says "they help us remember" and "they're special because they can hold history". but who cares? why does that matter? if we can't remember the moment in our heads on our own, than it's not worth remembering.

my mother used to scold me, because if i ever smiled for a picture, my mouth would be closed. i hated showing my teeth. it made my smile and my face ugly. starting when i was 14, i didn't really smile for pictures. if it was a school picture, that was different, but pictures my mother took of me were full of seriousness. i think my mother stopped scolding me by then.

unfortunately for me, zach herron loved my smile.

open, closed, small, wide, brushed teeth or not. zach wouldn't stop making me smile. and i loved the gesture. i loved how hard he worked to make sure i was happy. but i hated smiling. especially if it was a photo.

whenever there were pictures of me and zach, i would smile because i loved him, but they were closed smiles. no showing teeth for me, no thank you. so either we had a picture where zach was smiling like an adorable idiot and i was smiling like everything was normal, or we had a picture where neither of us were smiling.

some fans commented on some of the photos and said stuff like "why is zach always smiling" or "is she even happy?" or "why is she so bored". it never bothered me. i lived with it. but i refused to open smile.

zach had only seen my open smile once. it was on our third date, or first kiss. it was so magical, exactly how it's described in stories and movies. i could never forget it. after he kissed me, i smiled so brightly. i bet i looked like an idiot.

so as i sat in the living room of the why don't we house playing on my phone, i couldn't help but notice zach smirking an awful lot.

"what are you smiling about?" i joked. he handed me a cup of coffee as it was early in the morning and i needed caffeine to wake up. i sipped the warm, light brown drink and closed my eyes as the coffee settled in.

"nothing," he said. i squinted at him, knowing he was lying. "well, it's something. but i can't tell you."

i laughed lightly, taking another sip of coffee. "oh, you can't?" i asked.

"nope," he said, popping the 'p'. he smiled and grabbed his phone from his pocket. he started playing a game as i scrolled through instagram and drank my coffee. "you'll see soon, though."

"will i?"

"yep." he said, popping the 'p' again.

"hmm." i said quietly, sipping my coffee slowly and squinting at zach again. zach looked over at me and pursed his lips in a funny way, causing me to laugh loudly and almost spill my drink. i bent over as the liquid almost spilled from the walls of the mug, a drop making its flight down to the floor.

"zach!" i yelled. i laughed, putting the mug on the coffee table in front of me and hitting zach's arm playfully. he laughed, the melodic sound echoing through my ears and rushing to my brain, letting my mind register it and turn my insides into mush.

"sorry, sorry." he laughed, watching me struggle to beat him.

"aw, the lovebirds." daniel said coming in the room. he had on a sweatshirt and joggers and held his phone, a piece of paper, and a bag of stuff in his right hand. i scowled at him, picking up my coffee again and taking a long sip. "someone's grumpy."

"someone almost had her coffee spilled." i replied back. zach laughed as daniel threw his hands up in defense, grabbing a small snack from the kitchen and walking away.

"i'm sorry i almost spilled your coffee." zach apologized, making a puppy face and smiling at you. you smirked at him, keeping eye contact with those chocolate orbs.

zach moved closer to you on the couch, taking your phone and your coffee from your hands. his actions caught you by surprise, your eyes wide as he looked back at you.

"what are you doing?" you questioned your boyfriend.

"(y/n)," he started. his left hand held both of yours, his right hand on your leg. "i want you to know that i love you. like, more than you could ever imagine. it's something about you that makes you so different, and i just can't seem to find it. it makes me want to find it, and once i do, i swear to you, i will embrace it forever. i promise you that."

you stared deeply into those eyes you fell in love with. his gaze was also on yours, watching your every movement, planning every step of his attack on you. he mentally smiled in his head, imagining how you would look.

you were so beautiful when you smiled. zach thought it every day, he told you everyday. but why couldn't you understand that? why couldn't you understand that you were physically and mentally better when you smiled?

"aw, zach," you gushed, not knowing what to say. "i love you too. so much."

there was a moment, where zach considered ditching the plan. it had been so perfect. the moment was so pure, and he knew he would he probably wouldn't get it again for a long time. but he wanted to see you smile so badly. he wanted you to know how beautiful you were when you smiled.

it all happened so fast. zach's hands quickly moved to your stomach, his fingertips lightly brushing against the skin of your body. you screamed in laughter, your eyes closed shut from the tickling. you jumped up from the sudden action, causing you to come back down on your back, laying on the couch.

you felt tears leak from the corners of your closed eyes, laughter echoing through your throat, filling zach's ears with happiness and satisfaction.

zach's attack you seemed to never end. his hands never left your body, his fingers leaving the same feeling in the same spots. the tickling became all too much from you. you were thrown into another fit of laughter, this fit even harder than the other one.

you were laughing so harder, you didn't notice daniel and corbyn standing at the doorway of the living room with their cameras recording every second.

#why don't we #zach herron imagines #zach herron #jack avery #corbyn besson #jonah marais #daniel seavey #fluff

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shels-kpop-main · 5 years

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Moments, pt. 7

Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

Word Count: 2450+

Warnings: Language, drinking

A/N: We all deserve Roger having his hair braided by Reader okay. We already know I’m a hoe for Soft Roger, and this chapter is no different. Things’ll be heating up in Chapter 8.

Once the guys were done with their music for the day, you followed them back to the main house. Usually, after spending hours with one another arguing over music and playing their hearts out, everyone liked to take an hour or so for themselves. Only then, after decompressing, would they gradually emerge from their respective rooms in search of food and alcohol. Roger was the only one to stay out during this time, usually just passing out on the couch or watching TV in the living room.

But on that particular day, after he had spent the night next to you, Roger was struck with the urge to spend time with you. Roger trotted up the two flights of stairs to your room, passing Freddie along the way. The latter leaned against the staircase railing as Roger passed him.

“And where are you off to?” Freddie eyed him, smiling mischievously.

“None of your business,” Roger replied, but he was smiling, too.

Roger reached up to knock, like usual, but your door was already open. He walked in slowly, peering around. The radio was on, playing blues softly, but he didn’t hear or see any sign of you.

He crossed to the large wooden dresser next to your bed and looked at the picture there. But he was once again reminded that he couldn’t see squat.

Curiosity got the better of him, though, and he picked up one of the frames to hold it closer to his face. It was a photo of you, around the age of five. You were in overalls and a ridiculous cowboy hat that was too big for you. Your mom always swore it was her favorite photo of you. Upon seeing the photo when you unpacked it, Jim had agreed.

You walked in to find Roger squinting at the frame, mere inches away from his face. He was smiling, so sweet and quiet, you could hardly bring yourself to interrupt him. Your gaze slid down his profile, starting with his nose. Then, the small curves of his lips. Down, over his chin, which had a shadow of stubble on it. Along the flat front of him, and across his forearms, exposed by the sleeves of his shirt being pushed up. You loved it when he wore his shirts like that.

“Hey, Rog,” you spoke softly. Roger’s head whipped around lightning-fast, and his face lit up when he set eyes on you. Those big blue orbs were glassy and bright, and you smiled instinctively in response.

He took in the sight of you as you ran a towel through your still-wet hair. You’d just come out of the bathroom adjacent to your room, and steam from the shower billowed out behind you. You were clad in a t-shirt and loose-fitting ripped jeans.

“Hey, love,” he replied, setting down the photo frame. “Was just admiring your picture there. ‘S cute.”

“Thanks,” you said, and sat down on the edge of the bed. You shook your hair out with the towel again as Roger threw himself sideways across the bed. His head was dangerously close to your lap. He just grinned up at you, though, and you suddenly felt less tired. You reached across him for his left hand, and he lifted his watch without skipping a beat.

7:09 pm.

You reported this out loud to him, and let your hand fall. Roger held on, though, pushing his fingers through yours. You rested your hand against his chest, feeling him breathe. It calmed you, and you didn’t even realize you were staring at his mouth.

“Like what you see?” Roger asked, giving you a shit-eating grin. You snapped out of your reverie, giving him a shove to the arm.

“Shut up,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. But Roger knew he had you. He just laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“You’re a mess,” you scolded, immediately feeling the need to insult him to cover up your embarrassment. Roger gasped in mock offense, sitting up to face you.

“Am not,” he pouted.

“Yes, you are. You’ve got a salsa stain on your shirt. And look at your hair. It’s all messed up.”

“I thought you liked my hair,” Roger said, concerned, looking down the front of his shirt to find the salsa stain.

“I do like your hair. But right now, it looks like a bird’s nest.”

“Think you might have me confused with Brian,” Roger scoffed, scooting forward to swing his legs over the edge of the bed.

“Nope. I stand by my statement,” you replied, looking at him smugly.

“Well, alright, then. What would you have me do?” Roger folded his arms and tilted his head. You thought for a moment, before a brilliant idea hit you.

“Let me braid your hair.”

“What?”

“Let me braid your hair!” You repeated, getting excited. Roger’s eye roll could have been seen from the neighboring farm.

“Are you joking?”

“No, I swear it will look amazing. Please,” you nearly begged.

“Alright. But I’m taking them out before I go downstairs.”

You squealed with delight, and got up to retrieve a brush and some hair ties.

“And if any of the guys ever hear about this,” Roger warned, “I’ll have to flee the country.”

“You have so little faith in me,” you teased, crossing over to your dresser. From the top drawer, you procured a bottle of gin, which you handed to Roger. He raised his eyebrows at you, but unscrewed the cap regardless.

“I’m surprised at you,” he commented, before taking a hearty swig.

“Why? Surely I don’t strike you as the prudish type. Here, sit on the floor.”

“Not a prude,” Roger replied, sitting between your legs on the floor. “Just not the type to hoard alcohol.”

This made you laugh. “It’s only one bottle! I’d hardly call that hoarding.”

“Whatever you say, love,” Roger teased, taking another drink before passing the bottle up to you. You downed a good amount of it, scrunching up your face in response to the taste.

“Alright, hold still,” you told him, and started running the brush through his hair.

It was tangled like crazy, but you patiently worked through all the knots until the brush glided smoothly through his hair. You took your time, slowly sweeping the brush from top to bottom along the back of his head. Then, starting at his temples to move down behind his ears, to the nape of his neck. Roger shivered at the touch of your fingertips, and you pulled away.

“Are you cold?”

“No. That just… that actually feels really good.” His voice was quiet, accompanied by a small chuckle. You smiled to yourself, and brushed his hair for a few more minutes. When you were confident that it was manageable, you set the brush down.

“Alright, come back up here.”

Roger clambered back up to sit next to you. He went to face away from you, but you stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“Just face the wall. It’s easier that way.”

“If you say so, love.” Roger closed his eyes as you ran your fingers through his hair. It was actually quite soft now that it was properly combed. It fluffed up a bit around the crown of his head, like a fuzzy crown.

You separated his hair into two halves, one on either side of his head. You started with the right side of his head, pulling apart three distinct sections. Then, you worked them into a braid, twisting and twirling the hair around your fingers. Roger’s eyelids fluttered you’re your fingers brushed against the corner of his jaw, and you tried not to notice it. When you were done with that braid, you secured it with a hair tie. You then got up and crossed in front of Roger to do the other side.

“How’s it look so far?” He asked cautiously.

“Positively marvelous,” you replied, grinning. Roger rolled his eyes, but waited patiently for you to finish the other one. When you were done on his left braid, you got off the bed and knelt in front of him. You tugged at the braids, making sure they were even. Roger’s eyes were on you the whole time, watching your expressions change as you brushed his bangs away from his face.

“Done.” You stepped back to take in the sight of him as a whole.

Roger sat in front of you, eyebrows raised in a smirk, with perfect French braids on either side of his head, falling to just above his shoulders. He looked like a schoolgirl.

You squealed and bounced on your feet, clapping excitedly. Roger groaned and pushed himself up to walk to the mirror.

“Christ almighty,” he breathed, horrified at his reflection. You cackled behind him, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes. Roger turned to you, looking bewildered and a little offended.

“Look what you’ve done to me, woman!”

“You look beautiful!” You assured him, still laughing. Roger shook his head and put his hands on his hips.

“Fine, then. It’s your turn.”

“Excuse me?” You mirrored his stance, hands on your hips. Roger turned and walked into the bathroom, emerging with a handful of hair ties.

“Oh, no,” you told him, backing up. Roger grinned at you wickedly.

“Oh, yes. Go sit down.”

“Hell no! You are not touching my hair!”

“Oh, come on then. I let you do this to mine!”

You glared at Roger for a moment. But his smile was persistent. You sat down on the bed, picking up the gin bottle and drinking from it before speaking.

“Fine. Just…don’t do anything too bad.”

“You have so little faith in me,” Roger said, mocking you with your own words.

You flipped him off as he sat down behind you. Roger laughed in response, and started brushing your hair out.

It took him all of ten seconds because you had just conditioned it. So he set to work, trying to braid your hair as best he could. Which wasn’t very good, considering Roger had no idea how to braid. At some point, he reached around and took the gin from you, sipping on it between moments of struggling with your hair. He ended up just sort of twisting strands of hair around each other and tying them up that way.

When he was done, he got off the bed and put the gin in your lap. You turned to face him, eyebrows raised.

“Well? How do I look?”

Roger just stared at you.

“Oh God, how bad is it?” You started to get up to look in the mirror, but Roger stopped you with a hand on your arm.

“Wait, wait. Let me just…try to adjust it here…” He trailed off, reaching up around your face. He re-twisted the braid on one side and lightly tugged on the other to get them even. As he did so, your eyes wandered.

His lips were slightly parted, and surrounded by a very light five o’clock shadow. The braids you had put into his hair were hanging along his jawline. He was close enough that you could smell him, and it brought back the memory of last night. Crying into his shirt. The smell reminded you of being comforted, and as such, you relaxed subconsciously.

Roger’s fingers brushed the skin of your ears as he tucked loose strands into place as best he could. You had goosebumps, and hoped to God that he couldn’t see them. He pressed his lips together in concentration, and you found yourself staring at them again. They were so perfect, so pink.

“You’re so pretty,” you breathed. Roger frowned, still looking at your hair.

“What was that, love? Didn’t hear you.”

“Nothing,” you mumbled sheepishly. You hadn’t meant to say it out loud in the first place. Roger stepped back and admired his work with a smirk on his face. Then, much to your horror, he burst out laughing.

“What? Roger, what did you do?!” You almost shouted in alarm, jumping and running to the mirror. Roger followed as your jaw dropped at your own image.

“Roger, what the hell?”

You and Roger both laughed uproariously at the sight in front of you. The braid on either side of your face didn’t look like braids as much as they looked like knots. Roger guffawed, holding his stomach as he laughed so hard he almost cried. All in all, your hair looked like a drunk toddler had gotten ahold of it.

Which wasn’t entirely incorrect.

After an hour of passing the gin back and forth, you and Roger were, in a word, tipsy. On top of that, you were both slap-happy because of your interrupted sleep the previous night.

You wiped tears from your eyes, still laughing, and sat down on the bed. You reached out for the bottle, but Roger swiped it away as he sat down across from you.

“Hey!”

“You’re bad at sharing,” Roger smirked, and took another shot. He looked ridiculous, chugging gin with his hair done up in braids.

“It’s my alcohol,” you reminded him, curling up cross-legged. Roger sat the same way, and handed you the gin.

“Thank you,” you said, and took a gulp.

It was almost eleven by the time you and Roger stopped talking long enough to check the time.

“Holy shit, it’s past ten forty-five,” you slurred a little, holding Roger’s watch very close to your face to make up for your blurred vision. Roger giggled, and took the opportunity to poke your nose.

“Hey!”

“You have a cute nose.” Roger’s speech was just as slurred as yours, and you looked down at the bottle of gin to see how much you had drank. It was empty.

“Roger, did we drink all of that?” You looked at Roger with wide eyes, then started laughing before he could answer. You lost your balance even though you were sitting, and leaned onto him a little.

“I think we did, love,” Roger chuckled. “Whoops.”

But there was no regret in his voice. You smiled into his shirt, then leaned back.

“Rog, I’m hungry.”

“Me too,” he nodded.

“But I’m also a little drunk.”

“Me too,” he admitted, smiling.

“Do you think we missed dinner?” You asked, hopeful at the notion of food nearby. But Roger shook his head.

“Think so, love.”

“Then what are we gonna eat?” You whined, looking up at him. Your eyes widened at the same time and you said it together:

“Pizza!”

The delivery guy wasn’t happy about having to drive so far out of town to bring you and Roger your pizza and garlic bread. But you tipped him generously, and the two of you bolted upstairs, food in hand.

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#moments series #roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #queen bo rhap #ben hardy

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rhysie-cakes314 · 6 years

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1 - Transformation

I’m doing this challenge with Avengers fanfics

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Tony and Bruce had felt no need for any of the others to come along, since they’d be useless. They were gathering samples for experimentation, and knowing what they needed samples of was tricky. The scientists didn’t think the others had an eye for it. Dr. Strange had showed up at the tower only a week ago, looking for Tony.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, magic man?” Tony didn’t look up from the tangle of wires he was fiddling with. The big metal contraption that contained said wires was a mystery to Strange; its use not obvious from its appearance. Tony’s world of engineering often seemed as mysterious and unattainable to Stephen as his world of magic seemed to Tony.

“I’ve come to ask for help,” the sorcerer began. That got Tony’s attention. He looked up at Dr. Strange, raising his eyebrows in a show of surprise.

“Since when do you ever need my help?”

Much to Tony’s discomfort, Dr. Strange made himself comfortable, sitting down in mid-air as though a chair existed there. His cloak billowed slightly behind him despite the air being still. Screw the laws of physics whenever Strange was around. He had his hands clasped in front of his face for a moment, looking deep in thought. He dropped them to his lap before continuing. “I suppose I don’t come to you for help in usual circumstances, however these are not. I am in need of your expertise.” Tony only motioned for him to continue, settling onto his work bench. “A girl came to me in need of help. According to her, her house had become haunted and her mother was possessed. Naturally I proceeded to investigate the premises and her mother, only to find that her mother had returned to normal, but the house they thought they lived in was not a house at all. An illusion had been placed over a laboratory to make it seem like a house. Their real house was a block away, and not at all haunted. After removing the illusion spell and probing the mother’s mind, for she had no memory of what had happened, I found that she had, in fact, been hypnotized and had been doing experiments of some sort for the hypnotist. There has been no sign of said hypnotist since, and I cannot figure head from toes of the laboratory.”

Tony scrubbed a hand over a tired face. He had not been sleeping much lately. October was one of his busiest times of the year for SI because the shareholders always panicked in November about the yearly summary. Over the years he found that having extra inventions up his sleeve to assure them that it had been a productive year kept them from getting their panties in a bunch. On top of his business duties, the Avengers tended to have extra missions in October since Halloween seemed to inspire even the most trivial villains to get up to no good.

“You’d like me to investigate for you.” It wasn’t a question. He needed more information than what he’d been given. ‘Experiments’ could mean anything really, and Tony did not have the spare time to get involved with Strange missions if he wasn’t actually going to be useful. “What kind of experiments? Chemistry? Physics?”

A shadow seemed to cross Dr. Strange’s features. “It’s difficult to describe. It doesn’t seem to be anything medical, but that’s all I really know.” He flashed a small smile at Tony. “Medical school didn’t teach me much outside of the human body.”

Tony let out a sigh. “I don’t really have time to help you if you can’t give me more-- nyaahh!” He let out a startled yell when Dr. Strange was suddenly standing just behind him with two fingers to Tony’s temple.

The lab in front of him was now a completely different lab. Tony looked around the room, vaguely aware that this was in his head; that he was still at home. This lab looked more like disorganized warehouse. There were tables scattered about, with chemistry equipment and glowing solutions. In piles throughout the large room there were metal tools and weapons, but they were completely alien to Tony. The view before Tony was suddenly back to his own lab with Strange facing him. He couldn’t help the hand that flew to his heaving chest. He took a few deep breaths, letting his panic ebb away.

“Warn a man next time! Jesus!” Magic put him on edge already, but having your senses tricked like that was disorienting.

Dr. Strange grimaced apologetically. “Sorry, I forget that this is not everyday stuff for you.”

That was what brought Tony and Bruce here now, test tubes of their own collecting samples as well as large bags to pack away and tools they wanted and snapping photos of what they couldn’t carry with them. A lot of the objects reminded Tony of Chitauri technology crossed with Asgardian tools. He couldn’t pinpoint what exactly led him to believe that; he would have no way of pointing to any one trait that made him think of aliens and Asgardians, but it was currently a working theory.

“Any initial theories?” He asked.

Bruce capped another test tube before sliding it into its foam slot. “Not really. None of it is recognizable to me, but the weapons give me a weird vibe.” He shuddered visibly.

Tony snapped a photo of the nonsensical chart painted on one of the walls. He turned back to face his friend again. “Vibe?”

Bruce nodded, looking distinctly uncomfortable. “That’s the closest word I can think of at the moment. Like an aura I can feel.”

Tony mulled over that. He didn’t feel anything, but Bruce could be more sensitive to whatever it was. Dr. Strange had assured them that nothing magical remained here, so it wasn’t that. “Maybe low-level radiation? Or they’re emitting an electromagnetic field or some sort of energy field?”

Bruce let out a soft hmm, not looking at his friend anymore. He muttered under his breath, but Tony couldn’t make it out. “You don’t feel it at all?”

Tony picked up a glass orb with something that looked like an insect suspended inside, but it wasn’t an insect Tony was familiar with. “Nope,” he popped the ‘p.’ They were probably almost finished, and Bruce’s movements were getting more agitated by the minute. Tony watched him from the corner of his eye and noticed the way Bruce’s steps were halting and his hands were making stilted twitches as he picked up another metallic tool. He wanted to call him out on it, but sometimes just pointing out Bruce’s agitated states could push him over the edge. He had to keep the semblance of calm. “Welp, we finished here? I think we’ve got plenty to start with, and we could always come back later if we need to. Strange has it under some sort of magical surveillance in case the scientist/magician returns.” He turned to face the quiet scientist, careful to keep his demeanor relaxed.

Bruce wasn’t paying him any attention at all, though. His eyes were fixed on the floor, his hands still clutching the tool. Tony thought that his skin might have a greenish hue, but the lighting was not good in here, and he hoped he was merely being paranoid. “Brucie?” He asked gently, taking a step towards the other man. “Let’s go home.”

Bruce’s lips were pressed together in a thin line. The bursts of air coming from his nostrils were audible, and a bead of sweat had formed on his temple. Tony felt his own heart rate pick up. If Bruce transformed in here, anything of value would be destroyed.

Tony spun on his heel, striding for the only door. It was time for a different approach. “I’m leaving,” he called behind him, blasé.

“No,” and that wasn’t Bruce’s voice, that was the Hulk’s voice. Tony turned back to his friend, the suit emerging from beneath his skin. He was just in time to see Bruce’s torn shirt fall off, the rest of his clothing already on the ground except his superflex shorts Tony had designed himself. One could only be faced with Hulk’s penis a few times before they took matters into their own hands.

He had to lure the Other Guy out of here. Bruce would be so upset with himself of the Hulk destroyed all their evidence. “JARVIS, code green,” Tony said quietly. J knew to call in the others for a code green. Hulk could do a lot of damage quickly, and the suit was often not enough to subdue him. He raised his right hand, shooting a weak repulsor directly at Hulk’s face. The more Iron Man could piss him off, the easier it’d be to lure him away from the valuable evidence they had collected.

The plan seemed to work, both to Tony’s delight and dismay. The Hulk let out a furious roar that vibrated Tony’s bones before taking off towards him, and consequently, the door. Tony turned and kicked on his boots, escaping the green beast’s grasp not a moment too soon. He aimed a nice medium repulsor blast at the wall to escape through. No time for opening doors.

The smoke cleared away to show the wall completely intact. The place where a gaping hole should be was clearly marked with burns, but beneath the black char was an undamaged wall that was clearly NOT the cement it looked like. Tony was fucked. He turned in time to avoid slamming into the wall, redirecting his course for the door. The Hulk’s fist met the wall where Tony had nearly crashed, and the wall cracked but did not crumble. What was this building made of!?

He reached the door, throwing it open before Hulk hit him from behind. The doorway was definitely weaker than the other parts of the wall, because Hulk crashed through it behind Tony slamming into the building across the street. The suit crashed through glass, and Tony squealed to a halt on the linoleum floor of what appeared to be a children’s clothing store. He silently thanked the universe that it was nighttime, so no one had been in harm’s way. Standing with a wince, he began the march outside towards the Other Guy. Hopefully the others got here soon, because Hulk was clearly furious, and the armour had never had to stand up to a truly antagonistic Hulk, only an irritated one. Bruce had told him once that the Hulk’s strength was correlated to his anger levels.

Tony took another look at the roaring beast, his quiet and meek friend transformed beyond recognition, and had a sinking suspicion that Hulk would have no trouble crushing the armour like aluminum foil if he really wanted. “How about we let Bruce back out, Big Guy?�� Iron Man’s speakers turned up to catch the Hulk’s attention. “I need to talk to him.”

He narrowly dodged the swipe of Hulk’s hand attempting to swat at him like a fly. Taking to the air, Tony circled his foe warily. “Hulk, buddy, I didn’t mean anything by shooting you, it was all in good fun, I swear!” He tried. The flight strategy was not enough, he realized belatedly, when Hulk jumped upwards and caught hold of Tony’s right leg.

Before he knew it he was flat on his back in a small Iron Man-shaped crater in the asphalt. His HUD display was fizzling in and out. He let out a low groan. “JARVIS, you still there?”

“Sir, ETA for- zzzt- in zzztshhhhh- until- kssshhhhhht,” the choppy sentence was useless before the display and speaker gave up completely. He lifted the faceplate so he could still see, and sat up. Everything ached, but nothing seemed to be broken yet. Hulk had moved a few feet away from Tony, looking like he was considering re-entering the lab.

Tony closed his eyes, taking a moment to accept what would happen next before he opened them. “Hey Big Green!” He shouted. The Hulk stilled, but did not yet turn to face the tiny man in the metal suit. He took another step towards the building where something seemed to be calling to him, opting to ignore the voice of the tin man.

Damnit it hell, Tony thought. Hopefully the others would be there any minute, or he was dead meat. He aimed a small missile at the back of Hulk’s head, and the minor explosion predictably did no damage, but sufficiently distracted him from the lab again.

“Tin Man get SMASHED!” He yelled, bounding back towards Tony. Tony tried to take off, but his repulsors only sputtered. The Hulk grasped Iron Man’s torso in his right fist, squeezing slowly. “Tin Man like annoying bug,” he sneered.

Tony could already feel the sharp metal where the suit was caving in stabbing into his sides. He screamed in agony for a moment before the Hulk stopped squeezing. Tony tried to speak, but his breathing was ragged and uneven. “Bruce,” he coughed, tasting copper. “I know you’re in there, please.” And he was begging. He searched the Hulk’s eyes and he could see the conflict warring in them. Whatever had set Bruce off, he was clearly in less control than usual and Tony suspected it was somehow similar to Loki’s staff all those years ago.

Bruce stared at him again, Tony could see it was him, though he was still big and green, but Hulk shook his head suddenly, snarling and Bruce was gone. “Puny Banner not here.” He squeezed again, and this would be Tony’s last sight. His best friend killing him and he had no one to blame. He tried to inhale, but was choking on his own blood. The last thing he saw before his vision darkened was lightning strike the Hulk.

You’re a little late, Tony thought tiredly. And hey, he’d finally get to sleep now. God he hated Octobers.

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HALLOWEEN ASKS ALL OF THEM GO

When you die, what do you want done with your remains?

Where my grandma is buried she’s by this tree next to a small pond/lake and I think it’s gorgeous there. There’s also a bench right by it. I want something like that. I want to be buried where it’s peacful and calm and where any of my loved ones can sit and just have a quiet moment to reflect.

What is the weirdest thing you own?

I really had to think about this and I’m honestly not sure. At one point I kept all my baby teeth, but then I got older and was like “Yeah I don’t really need these.”

Have you ever played with a Ouija Board?

Hell no! And I never plan to. I’m not sure if I fully believe that it works, but I also don’t want to find out and then have a spirit haunt me.

Do you believe in ghosts?

Yes.

Have you ever had an encounter with things that go ‘bump in the night’?

Besides the time there was a shooting in the neighborhood behind my apartment at 1 am.

It was two years ago. I had just gotten back from winter break and was the first of my roommates to get home. I hate living by myself and I hate the dark so it took me a while to finally decide to go to bed. By 1 am I got tired and laid down in my bed. As I was slowly falling asleep I hear this BAM BAM BAM and sat bolt up in bed. It sounded like my window was shaking. I honestly thought “Who the hell Spider-man crawled up the apartment and pounded on my window???” It honest to god sounded like someone had somehow gotten to my window and pounded on it. Keep in mind I was on the top floor. Next thing I know I see red and blue lights coming through my blinds. There were six cop cars in the street. It was insane,

Do you have a Deja Vu story?

Nope.

Do you still trick-or-treat?

No unless I am asked by a relative or family friend to take their kid trick-or-treating. But I think by now most of them are old enough to go alone.

Have you ever had a black cat cross you, and have a streak of bad luck afterwards?

Yes. One of my old roommates had a black cat named Elphaba/Elphie so of course she crossed my path haha. But no I never had bad luck after.

Least favorite thing about Halloween?

Idiots trying to scare the crap out of people. Like if it’s a joke with friends that’s fine, but when it’s teenagers harassing little kids that’s another story.

Also that I’m too old to go trick-or-treating. I want free candy!!

Favorite Serial Killer?

Jack the Ripper

Favorite thing to do in a Graveyard?

Never been to one except to visit my grandma’s grave. So visiting my grandma.

Favorite Halloween Movie?

Hocus Pocus and Halloweentown.

Favorite Ghost Story?

Not really sure on that one. Don’t know a lot or they aren’t coming to mind. I do love learning historical ghost stories. I love watching Ghost Adventures!

Have you ever contacted a loved one from beyond the grave?

Nope.

Your biggest fear?

Being alone and the dark. The dark isn’t my biggest fear, but I always feel like something’s going to pop out and try to grab me or something, you know?

Favorite Pumpkin flavored food?

Pumpkin pie.

Candy corn or Popcorn Balls?

Both!

Trick, or Treat?

Both. Mostly treat haha.

Best Halloween you ever had?

Not really sure on this one.

Do you go to Corn Mazes ?

A few times. Mostly it was for some group event thing like with church when I was little and recently for my sorority.

Haunted Houses?

Once. I went to Netherworlds which is like one of the scariest haunted houses I think in the US or just in Georgia. It was fun, but my friend in front of me hated me by the end. You know how you usually hold onto each other’s shoulders when you’re walking through so you don’t get separated? I basically crushed his shoulder the entire time to the point that he had to rip my hand off it and hold my wrist for the remained of the house.

I want to go back.

Do you own any human remains that arent your own?

No! Gross!

Have you ever smashed a pumpkin?

Yes.

Do you like Apple Cider?

Heck yeah

Do you live near any ‘spooky’ places?

Nope.

Do you ever get goosebumps?

I mean who doesn’t?

Have you ever seen a dead body apart from a funeral?

No. Well besides mummies in museums.

Have you ever broken into an abandoned house or building?

I went to this old asylum somewhere near my campus with some friends one night. That was cool.

Do you believe in Vampires? (not sparkly ones, kids)

No.

Your scariest memory?

Don’t know. Probably when I heard that my grandma had cancer and there was a small chance that she’d have the curable kind.

Ever heard white noise from a turned off tv or radio?

Nope.

Weirdest Coincidence?

Not really weird more surprising, but one time I opened my front door just as @chongoblog was about to knock. I screamed and he laughed at me.

Have you ever bobbed for apples?

No, but I’ve always wanted to.

Ever had your fortune told?

Yes. @the-argosy read me tarrot cards a couple times. It’s really cool. Also the cards are beautiful.

Favorite skin disease?

Uh...I don’t know?

Do you see figures in your Peripheral vision?

I mean sometimes, but I think it’s either my hair or shadows from outside. I’m not sure. I think it’s my eyes playing tricks on me. It’s not exactly figures. It’s more of dark blobs that are there for a split second. Does anyone else have that happen?

Have you ever seen someone die?

I saw my grandma the day before, but I didn’t see her die. I’m glad I didn’t because I was already a mess and that would have made it worse.

Have you ever caught something large on fire?

My sister’s sleeve one time. Well not me, but I had lit a candle on my nightstand and she sat next to me on my bed and she didn’t realize her elbow was in the flame until it was too late. She didn’t get hurt except when she tried to smack it with her hand. Her jacket was the most damaged. I ended up having to give her my jacket...it was my favorite...

Favorite ‘fictional’ bad guy or monster that you wish was real?

Werewolves. Those would be cool. That or vampires. NO witches! Like wand waving and broom flying kind.

Do you believe in multiple dimensions or worlds?

No.

Ever held a Seance?

Nope.

Ever made a potion of any sort?

Nope.

Ever worn ‘funeral attire’ outside of a funeral?

I’ve worn black dresses and all black before yes.

Have you ever made a blood pact?

Heck no. I hate the thought of having to cut my hand or something.

Have you ever worked a spell?

No.

Do you believe in curses?

No.

Ever had an animal or pet see something that you cant?

Probably. I mean I’ve seen my dog stare off into space before along with my sister and brother-in-law’s dog.

Have you ever gotten lost in the woods at night

Nope. I’d probably cry.

Have you ever caught a photo of a ghost?

Not that I know of. I went on a ghost tour in St. Augustine once and the tour guide said that if there’s any orbs in the pictures or something weird it could be a ghost. I found some orbs in one or two, but I’m not sure if it was dust or ghosts.

Have you ever played Bloody Mary?

Yes.

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