#quaz x reader

[writingdumpster]

where you belong

pairing: Quaz x reader

warnings: undisclosed trauma for the reader, nightmares

summary: you appear in the quantum realm one day and Quaz takes you in.

word count: 2.1k

You woke up inside a living building with a handsome man doting on you. You couldn’t understand him at first, but he offered you a glass of a red liquid. You were hesitant, but the look on his face told you that you could trust him. When you took a sip of the liquid the sounds he was making suddenly became clear to you. His voice was soothing.

“Can you understand me now?” The man asked.

“Uh, yeah,” you said as you sat up on the bed you had been laying on. The man was sitting across from you on a small stool.

“How does your head feel?” He asked. You reached up and felt a bandage over your eyebrow.

“It’s fine,” you lied. The man’s forehead glowed. “Where am I?” You asked.

“Let me get you a painkiller,” the man said to you.

“Who are you?” You asked.

“My name’s Quaz,” he said. “What’s yours?”

“Y/N.” You watched him as he opened the cabinets on his wall. “Where are we?” You asked.

“A place called the quantum realm, y/n,” he answered. “Where are you from?” He asked. He handed you a pill and a glass of something you thought was water, but ended up tasting sweet.

“Umm…Earth?” You said, not sure what the answer for this situation was. Wherever you were didn’t feel like anything you had known.

“I’ve heard of it,” Quaz said lightly.

“Are we on Earth now?” You asked.

“No,” he told you.

“Do you know how I got here?” You asked.

“I was hoping you would,” he said. “You just sort of…appeared here two days ago.”

“Are we in danger?” You asked. Quaz’ heart did a somersault. You already trusted him. He was glad. He’d been looking after your unconscious form for the last two days. He would key into your dreams every now and then and he had been anxious to speak to you.

“Not immediately, but the quantum realm isn’t a safe place,” he admitted.

“How do we leave?” You asked. He gave you a sad look.

“We don’t,” Quaz told you.

“You’re trapping me here?” You asked.

“No, no. It’s just the way it is here. Nobody here knows how to get out,” he said.

“Nobody? Who else is here?” You asked. The door to the room you were in opened and a tall and intimidating woman walked in with a weapon in her hand.

“Me,” the woman said. She glared down at you and you shrunk into the corner.

“Jentorra, calm down. She isn’t lying to me,” Quaz said. He stood and put a hand against Jentorra’s shoulder to slow her. His forehead flashed as he looked at you. “She’s scared.”

“Where did you come from?” Jentorra asked you sharply.

“I’m f-from Queens,” you squeaked nervously.

“Queens? You’re royalty?” She asked.

“N-no. Queens is a city in N-New Y-York,” you stuttered.

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t know how I got here,” you said. Jentorra looked over at Quaz.

“She’s telling the truth,” he informed her.

“Figure out what she knows,” Jentorra ordered before leaving again. Quaz sat back down. You had pulled your legs into your chest and curled into the corner. The way you looked at him was different now. He didn’t like it. He had lost your trust.

“What are you going to do to me?” You asked nervously.

“I’m going to protect you,” Quaz said automatically. You raised an eyebrow. His forehead glowed again.“You can believe me. I’m going to keep you safe.”

“You can read my mind, can’t you?” You asked. Quaz smiled.

“I can,” he admitted.

“Did you read my mind while I was asleep?” You asked.

“A little. Dreams don’t tell me much, but yours were pretty,” he said. “Is that beach real?” He asked. Your cheeks burned.

“Yeah,” you said. “I went there when I was a kid.” You paused. “What’s going on? Why are you keeping me here?”

“Jentorra just wants to make sure that you’re not a spy,” he said.

“A spy for who?” You asked. Quaz’ forehead flashed.

“His name is Kang,” Quaz told you.

“I’ve never heard of him,” you said.

“I know,” Quaz assured you. “I can tell you’re not here to hurt anyone,”

“Will you let me go then?” You asked.

“Of course,” he assured you. You nodded and started to rise. “You might want to stay though. This place is very different from what you’re used to,” he said. You hesitated.

“Can you show me?” You asked. Quaz smiled. He was winning you back.

“Yeah. Come with me.” Quaz proceeded to show you around the quantum realm. He told you about Kang and the quantumnauts. He introduced you to a few people. He got you something to eat. He found you some clean clothes.

His tour continued and you were in the hustle and bustle of the camp. The metal box next to you started moving like it was alive and you screamed in terror. You jumped into Quaz’ body, wrapping your arms around him tightly and hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He chuckled lightly. He rubbed your back softly.

“It’s alright,” Quaz soothed. “You’ll get used to all of this.” You released him and watched as the apparently alive box walked away from you. He ended his tour at a lookout point. You weren’t sure how to describe what you were looking at. You had never seen anything like it, but it was beautiful.

“Thank you,” you said as the two of you sat down on the edge of a glowing rock. “For everything.”

“It’s nothing,” Quaz said.

“It’s not nothing. You’ve been taking care of me and you didn’t even know me,” you said.

“I could see that you were good,” he said. You smiled and your cheeks warmed.

“What am I going to do now?” You asked him suddenly, the smile falling from your face.

“You can stay with me,” he offered. “The guest room is yours if you’d like it.” Your lips briefly turned upwards.

“But what do I do now?” You asked. “I don’t know anything about this place. How do I just…start living here?” Quaz was quiet.

“I don’t know,” he said finally. “This is all I’ve ever known. And it’s hard,” he admitted. “But there’s still good parts. I’ll help you find a way to live here.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You asked.

“Your dreams were pretty. Dreams are hard for me to read because they’re different from thoughts, but your dreams were beautiful. They felt happy,” he said.

“You must’ve caught me on a good night,” you said. “I usually have nightmares.”

“About what?” He asked. A short silence fell.

“Please don’t read my mind,” you asked. Quaz closed his mouth and nodded. The glow on his forehead died.

“Okay,” he agreed. “I won’t.”

You spent the next two months living with Quaz in his spare bedroom. He got you a job and helped you to acclimate to your new environment. He couldn’t have been happier to have you living with him. He had never had anyone to come home to before. He was thoroughly smitten by you, but he was doing his best to keep it under wraps. He didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable living with him and he knew you didn’t have anywhere else to go.

Quaz didn’t read your mind, just as you’d asked, but at night when you were dreaming he couldn’t help but indulge himself. He really did love your dreams. They were unlike any he had ever seen before. Whenever he sensed you having one of your nightmares he would tune out, never wanting to invade your privacy. He always made sure to wake you somehow though—banging on the floor or slamming a drawer. He wouldn’t allow you to suffer. One night he woke to hear you crying. He knocked on the door to your bedroom. You fell silent for a moment.

“Come in!” You called, your voice shaking. Quaz opened the door. You were sitting cross legged with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly.

“I’m fine,” you lied. Quaz’s forehead glowed.

“No, you’re not,” he said.

“You said you wouldn’t do that,” you complained.

“I’m worried about you,” he defended. “You’re crying in the middle of the night.”

“I just miss my family,” you lied. You wiped your tears away on the back of your hand. Quaz could tell you were lying without reading your mind. He sat down on the edge of your bed, keeping his feet on the floor and leaving a respectable distance between the two of you.

“Are you sure? You haven’t talked about them since you got here,” he said. He didn’t want to push you, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t wish that you’d feel comfortable enough to confide in him. You sighed.

“I don’t miss them,” you said. “I just had a nightmare.”

“You can tell me anything, you know?” Quaz told you. “I’m here for you.”

“You know what happened to me…don’t you?” You asked.

“I haven’t read your mind,” he assured you. “I do look at your dreams sometimes, but when they’re nightmares I stop,” he told you. “If you don’t want to talk about what’s bothering you, it’s fine. But I want you to know that I’ll listen. No matter what,” he said. A tear slipped down your cheek. You opened your mouth to speak but closed it again. You took a deep breath.

“Could you just read my mind?” You asked. “I want you to know, but it’s hard to talk about.” Quaz nodded.

“Sure,” he said. “Just think about what you want me to know.” You nodded. You focused on the memories that brought you so much pain and watched as Quaz’ forehead lit up. His expression fell after only a second. More tears began falling as you saw his smile fall. He reached up and wiped them away, his hand cupping your face.

“Oh, y/n,” Quaz cooed. “I’m so sorry.” You turned your cheek into his touch.

“It’s okay. It’s been a long time,” you sniffled. “And I’m not there anymore.”

“What can I do?” He asked. “I want to take care of you,” he confessed. His cheeks burned the moment the words left his mouth, but he meant them.

“You’ve been doing a pretty good job of taking care of me already,” you said. Quaz smiled softly.

“I’ll keep taking care of you for as long as you’ll let me,” he said before he could stop himself. You paused.

“What are we doing, Quaz?” You asked nervously.

“What do you mean?” He countered.

“There’s something between us, isn’t there?” You pushed. “Please don’t tell me this is all in my head.”

“It’s not,” Quaz said at once.

“Then what are we doing?” You asked. He hesitated.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he told you.

“Uncomfortable?” You questioned.

“You can stay here,” he assured you. “I’m not going to make you leave unless you want to. And if you want to leave I’ll help you find somewhere else to go.” You smiled softly.

“You know, it gets kind of cold in here at night,” you said.

“Oh?” He asked, confused by the sudden change in topic. “I could get you another blanket,” he offered.

“No, I think it might just be the room,” you said. “Maybe I should share with you.” You smirked. Quaz chuckled.

“There’s plenty of room in my bed for two,” he told you.

“I was hoping you would say that,” you said. You climbed out of bed, but Quaz grabbed your hand and stopped you before you could leave the room.

“Can I kiss you first?” He asked. You grinned.

“Please?” You requested. Quaz didn’t need any more encouragement. He pulled you into his body, his hands sliding onto your hips. He moved his lips against yours slowly. His tongue dipped into your mouth, you let out a small and happy hum and Quaz pulled away with a chuckle.

“So cute,” he murmured before pressing his lips back against yours. Your hands were running up and down the soft fabric of his shirt. When you pulled apart the two of you both kept your eyes closed for another moment, overwhelmed by the way the kiss had made you feel.

“I know it’s selfish, but I’m glad you came here. However it happened,” Quaz told you. You smiled.

“I think I was supposed to,” you said. “I think this is where I belong.”

[im00flynn]

Kang becoming obsessed and falling for reader with chaos magic? I'm new so idk if request are still open if not love ur work anyways!!!❤️

A Kind Of Magic: Kang x Reader

Summary: The Request

Warnings: A bit of Angst and Yandere behavior

A/N: The reader's powers are from the darkhold, but she hasn't unlocked all powers yet. I'll probably make a part 2 if requested.

You were fighting.

Fighting for the protection for your home in the quantum realm against Kang's army.

You hated him, hated him for trying to take over everything and everyone.

Unfortunately, he couldn't say the same about you.

He saw how you used your powers to take out most of his army.

"Don't kill them, bring them to me." He told his army before sending them out to the battle to retrieve you.

You saw the army coming after you, so you decided to fly up into the sky to find Kang to defeat him one on one.

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You found him looking out from above, and he saw you.

He just stared at you smiling a smile that made you shutter in a bit of fear.

You look into his mind to see what he's up to, 'I know you can read my thoughts, and just know that once this fight is over, you'll be mine.'

This made you more uneasy. You decided to fly back down to your army, "We need to leave, now!" You yell to them.

"Why? The fight just started, and we're not giving up!" Quaz asked, confused

You just look at him with a worried look. He took this as an opportunity to read your mind.

He went from confused to anxious, "Are you sure he was thinking that, maybe your powers malfunctioned or something?" He asks, worried for you.

"My powers never malfunction, Quaz. We have to go now!" You yell before trying to leave.

Before you can leave, a guard comes out of nowhere and tries to knock you out.

You use your powers to rip the guard apart, but this was enough to distract you and for Kang to come down and knock you out from behind.

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You wake up in a strange room bound to a chair.

"What the fu -" You say before getting interrupted by a door opening.

And there he was, the man behind the bloodshed.

"Oh good, you're awake." He says with a small smile.

You stare at him with a grimace on your face, "Oh, don't look at me like that, Darling. I just want to talk." He states sitting down in front of you

"Talk? If you wanted to talk, why did you tie me up?" You ask furiously, and he sighs.

"If I didn't, I knew you would try to run away or kill me, or both." He tells you before come towards you to untie you.

He unties you and turns to sit back down. You take this opportunity to use your powers to throw him against the wall, but he was one step ahead of you.

A force field surrounds him, protecting him from your powers.

"I just want to talk." He states calmly before lowering his shield.

You agree but still on high alert if he tries anything else, Glowing [Color] orbs form around your hands to show him you're ready to fight if need be.

"What do you want from me?" You ask him, staring into his brown dark eyes.

He softly smiles, "I've seen you fight out on the battlefield. You're more powerful than anyone I've ever met, including me. Not a lot of people can do the things you do, and I'm impressed." He tells you.

You scoff, "That still doesn't explain why I'm here, so answer my question. Why am I here?" You ask him irritated.

"What I really want from you is to join me in ruling the quantum realm. So what do you say?" He questions you holding out his hand for you to take.

You look out at the fight outside seeing the people you love and care for being demolished, then look back at him.

You sigh, "If I join you, do you promise to leave my friends and family alone?" You ask him.

He slowly takes your hand in his and smiles at you, "Of course."

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Ever since you agreed to rule with him, he has left everyone you wanted safe alone like he promised.

Over time, you've grown to not hate him as much, and you did in the past, and life became easy for you and the people in the quantum realm.

Let's just hope a certain Ant and Wasp don't come and try take you and Kang down...

THE END...?

A/N: SORRY THIS IS SORT OF A CLIFFHANGER! AND THIS WAS WRITTEN LAST MINUTE! I'VE BEEN BUSY RECENTLY WITH COLLEGE AND WORK SO I'LL TRY TO POST AS MUCH AS I CAN! ILY GUYS <3

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[the-walking-daryl]

Saving Grace

Summary: When Rick slits Negan's throat you do all you can to make sure he makes it.

Pairing: Negan x reader

Warning: swearing, mentions if violence.

Promt #6:“You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

AN: I know it's short but my next one will be longer

Once everything was restocked and put back in its proper place you begin to prep the medical trays. You were hopefully that they wouldn't be necessary but your people were going to war so you weren't going to be naive. People you cared about were going to get hurt and one was going to die.

Both Negan and Rick were out in that field,  both on opposing teams and ready to murder the other. Rick had been by your side since he found you at the prison which made him family. And Negan, well you didn't know how strong love was until you fell for him. He was the leader of your enemy for christ sakes and yet you still swooned over him.

As you finished up one of the final trays you were pulled from your thoughts by Sadiq and a few other men dragging in a bloodied body. The man seemed to have something wrong with his throat since that was where the rag was pressed. Once the man is on the bed everyone but Sadiq retreat just before Rick enters with Michonne in tow.

It is then that you realize Negan is the man laying with his throat slit. Shock takes over your body Shock takes over your body as fear paralyzes you in place. Blinking a few times you attempt to keep the tears at bay. You're pulled out of your shock as quickly as you fall into it by Sadiq requesting a tray.

Once you snap out of your trance you rush him over a tray and some extra quaze. You wait until he tells you he's all set before getting what he needs for the stitches in attempt to occupy yourself. You worked along with Sadiq in a haze trying to keep Negan alive. It isn't an easy task, especially when your hands began to shake and the tears well in your eyes again.

Eventually the job is done and he is recovering peacefully, but you can't think about bringing yourself to leave his side. Even after Rick tries to force you to you refuse. How were you supposed to willingly leave the man the man you love when he could still die. He eventually agreed but only because Sadiq voice the same concerns as you.

“Fine but no funny business,” Rick agrees reluctantly.

“His throat is slit, what the fuck do you think I'm going to do?” You retort before watching him leave with a shrug.

Michonne follows right behind him and Sadiq soon after leaving you alone with the unconscious man. Slumping into the chair that is located by the bed you let out a heavy sigh. After a few minutes the tears take over and your body is wracked with sobs. You sit with him all night, crying until you have no more tears left to cry.

Eventually you found yourself squeezing his hand and mumbling, “you can't die please don't die.”

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[omniversalobservations]

Marvel Age Vol. 1 No. 124 (May 1993)

Crossovers!

In other entertainment media, this refers to bringing an audience that likes one genre (like country-western music) to another, hybrid genre (country-western-rock) usually through the strength of a given performer's performance. This broadens their base of appeal, giving the artist a more mainstream audience. Hip-hoppers dream of crossing over and attracting a pop audience. Action stars like Jean-Claude Van Damme dream of crossing over and attracting more women to his pictures. In comics, the term has a different meaning. Crossovers are done within the same genre, and the one doing the crossing over is not the artist or the work, but the characters in the story.

Imagine Clive Barker characters making guest appearances in Stephen King's books. Imagine the kid from Home Alone meeting Problem Child. We occasionally see some of this. Seinfeld's Kramer did a guest shot as Kramer on Mad About You earlier this TV season. On the rarest occasions you'll even get genre-crossovers on TV, the classic example being when a few doctors from the dramatic series St. Elsewhere showed up on Cheers.

But when it comes to character crossovers, the comics medium in the champion, Marvel is the champion's champion, and there's no end in sight as long as you readers demand we keep doing them. Make no mistake, the vast majority of you do demand them, and they still do their magic, attracting readers to try a certain title they ordinarily would not buy. And crossovers can still be a lot of fun for us creative-types, too.

Industry jargon time. There are two different types of crossovers. A closed crossover is conceived of as involving specific titles where each title is equally important in advancing the storyline. Recent examples are "Operation: Galactic Storm," in seven different AVENGERS titles; "Dead Man's Hand" in NOMAD, DAREDEVIL and PUNISHER; and "X-Cutioner's Song" in the core X-titles. An open crossover is one which has a basic storyline told in one major series, but its ramifications and complications can play out in any title that chooses to get involved. Recent examples include the INFINITY trilogy (GAUNTLET, WAR, and CRUSADE); "Inferno" in X-MEN and "Acts of Vengeance" in AVENGERS.

The merits and demerits of the two types of crossovers? Open crossovers are more difficult to coordinate, due to the greater number of titles usually involved. On the other hand, they are more creator-friendly: no one is barred from participating ("Sorry, fella, this crossover is closed."). Open crossovers also enable the readers to pick and choose which tie-in issues of which they wish to partake. They pick up the key elements of the story by reading the keystone series, and the rest is just gravy.

Tom DeFalco has a theory that every other open crossover has lots of participants. Writers and artists get involved one year, discover all of the coordination headaches involved, vow to never do it again, and so pass up the chance to participate the next year. Months later, they get their sales incentive checks, realize the benefits and, forgetting the aggravation, agree to participate in the next one, having missed the intervening event. So it goes, year after year, according to the Chief.

The merits and demerits of a closed crossover? Each part of a closed crossover is essential, so to buy one is to commit to buying them all, or else the storyline is not going to be intelligible. They're creator-unfriendly, not allowing others to jump in if they have an inclination. Taken as a whole, they are probably more coherant, since more centralized scrutiny is given to every integral part. Participation in a closed crossover is probably a better sales boost for a title, since every part of a closed crossover is equally important to the advancement of the storyline.

In a crossover, there's usually one editor who's in charge of the whole magilla, and that's the person who's the regular editor of the main title character around whom the crossover revolves. The editor in charge, of course, has a supervisor (one of the executive editors) to look over everything in an advisory capacity, but the editor in charge has to do all the hands-on work: distributing the rough outline to everyone involved, answering continuity questions, and reviewing all the tie-in plots to make sure they conform to the details of the overall storyline.

Sound complicated? I'm not done yet. All the participating editors of the crossover must also submit their book's plots to the other participating editors if there's so much as a cameo of a given editor's character in their story. And once the art is done, photocopies of the artboards must also be distributed to fellow editors in the crossover so they can make certain that costume details and so forth are consistent. We're talking major league coordination here, folks, and it's never any wonder to me that try as hard as we might, there is always a detail that is a little off in one title or another.

I've initiated major storylines in closed crossovers. I've participated in open crossovers whose premises I had nothing to do with. I've read and supervised crossovers for which I had no input or participation. Let me bend your attention span a bit with some of my specific experiences.

"Operation: Galactic Storm" was based on a plot germ growing out of my QUASAR continuity. Quaze is supposed to be the Protector of the Universe. What would happen, thought I, if some aliens wanted to enlist his aid in a war with some other aliens? How would he decide which side to assist? Would he try to prevent the whole thing from happening, or would he turn his back on the whole murky affair? Well, when Bob Harras, Fabian Nicieza, and I were casting around for premises big enough to involve all the AVENGERS titles, I offered my QUASAR idea. Obviously, if the war infringed upon Earth in some way it could be "opened up" beyond the QUASAR title. Bob, Fabe, and I then thrashed out a raw outline of key events in each of the nineteen (ulp!) chapters that comprised the crossover. This took a lot of lunches.

Then we held an AVENGERS summit meeting with all the writers and editors, in order to debug and flesh out the outline. The writers were required to cover the events that were slotted for their issues of the storyline, like it or not. In most cases, there was plenty of room for the individual writers to make their portions uniquely their own, but it was still a far greater imposition upon their titles than usual. The net result, in my opinion, was pretty successful.

Last year I also participated in the open crossover INFINITY WAR. I had nothing to do with the basic premise-- the extent of my influence on the core storyline was "Since this story's so darn cosmic, and Quasar has a unique role in the cosmos, make sure he's got something special to do, please." And so he did. Writer Jim Starlin had the mad Titanian Thanos choose Quasar, of all the assembled multitude, to wield the Ultimate Nullifier. Unique enough for me. And when I wrote my tie-ins, I was obliged to deal with events in the limited series. In one issue, Quasar's role was to "find Eternity." I relished this, since I have long been interested in exploring the means by which omnipotent abstract entities acquire humanoid forms. I used my assignment to do a real offbeat story. I was happy.

For my second crossover issue, I was a little more hamstrung. My issue came between two issues of WAR and, at the beginning of the second issue, Quas was in exactly the same predicament he was in at the end of the first. I had an issue of QUASAR where he couldn't do anything! I managed to get around this as best I could by having Q go on a fact-finding quest that no one knew he went on. Whew. Then for my third crossover issue, Quas got nullified in WAR and never came back in the course of the story(!). Obviously, I had to tell what happened to him after he got nullified, and bring him back to life. This challenge was compounded by the fact that, in his own series, Quasar had already spent a few recent issues being "dead," so it was incumbent upon me to make this new experience as different from the previous one as possible. Truth to tell, I would never have chosen to do another "after death" storyline in the course of the book if I hadn't been obliged to. I now find that having had a character come back from the dead twice makes the threat of corporeal harm pretty empty.

So that's my side of the story on the subject of crossovers. They sometimes seem like a necessary evil, and sometimes like an unnecessary good! I would be interested to hear from you what you think our best and worst coordinated mass crossovers have been (I have my own theories). But as long as the idea of crossing over from one title to another remains a way to boost interest among you readers, we're going to keep doing it. And hey, maybe one time we'll get it absolutely right.

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[writingdumpster]

does anyone want quaz x reader fics?

prolly just gonna do it anyway but i thought i’d check

edit: i did it. find it through my navigation which is pinned.