{Words By: Virginia Woolf From Day And Night/ Mahmoud Darwish}

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The duffer brothers really need to be taking some fucking notes

Chapter Five: Kas the Bloody Handed

The Ascension of Kas

Vampire/Kas!Eddie Munson x afab!Reader

summary: It's been eight months since Vecna had won, leaving the group in despair with the aftermath. But you seem to be having it the worst with the hauntings of your boyfriend keeping you awake at night. But are the visions of Eddie only a dream, or is Vecna slowly showing that he is once again ready to finish what he'd started?based off these fanmade trailers (x) & (x)

warnings: death, blood, violence, gore, murder + other Stranger Things related themes.

words: 2.87k+ // The Ascension of Kas Masterlist // stranger things masterlist

Eight Months Ago...

Two days have passed since the Upside Down tore through the dimensional barrier and began to bleed into Hawkins. There was an eerie silence through the dark and decrepit world. Lying in the middle of the crossroads at the center of the Forest Hills Trailer Park was the body of the fallen hero. The bats that had bitten into his flesh lay around him in a halo. One could say they could still hear the cries and screams of his love if they listened close enough.

Suddenly his eyes opened and stared up into the storming grey skies. A loud gasp passed through his dry and bloodied lips with his entire body feeling as if it was on fire. Eddie rolled over violently and began to expel a black, bloodline, substance from his body. His body heaved and shook with each heaving breath before it stopped almost as quickly as it started.

Eddie rose his head slowly, still feeling weak, and looked around confused. He tried to crawl away from where he'd woken up, his body screaming in pain with each movement. He'd only gotten a couple of feet before his body fell to the floor, his breath harsh and staggered. Eddie's eyes fluttered closed once again.

~.~

The next time Eddie woke up it was again with a shock but he was quickly able to see he was no longer outside. Instead, his eyes scanned around to see he was within a home. It was older, wallpaper peeling from the walls and falling to the floor beneath. Along the walls were the thick, black alien vines that seemed to pulse and move against one another.

But just as the thought of getting up and moving entered Eddie's mind, the sound of footsteps could be heard. They were heavy and slow like whomever it was, was taking their time. With each footstep, his heart seemed to jump with fear making him feel frozen in his place on the floor. As the footsteps got closer they started to sound wet, each one making a squelching sound.

Eddie's eyes slowly moved to the large archway that lead into the room he was in. The doorway was soon filled by a tall, monstrous figure that glared down at him the moment he came into view. Even if Eddie had never met the monster that had terrorized him and his friends for weeks, Eddie knew exactly who was standing in front of him.

Half of his body was disfigured and covered in blackish, soot-like coloring as it twisted within the scars covering his body. Half of his face looked melting and drooping downward so much that one of his eyes was nearly surrounded by molton skin. With each step Vecna took closer to him, Eddie became more frozen in fear. A deep, gravelly growl sounded from Vecna as he stopped right in front of him and tilted his head to the side slightly.

"W-What do you want w-with me?" Eddie voiced, his throat hurting with each word. "How am I h-here?"

"Because I need you," Vecna spoke, bellowing and echoing through the space.

Eddie stared up at him and slowly it clicked within his mind. If Vecna was standing in front of him, they had lost. You, Nancy, Steve, and Robin weren't successful in killing him. Then his stomach twisted with agony when the thought of you entered his mind. The last thing that Eddie could remember before it all faded to black was being knocked to the ground by a cluster of bats. Nothing of what happened after that was in his memory.

Not saying goodbye. Not hearing how much you begged for him to stay. It was like that was wiped away from his memory. So all Eddie could think, with Vecna standing in front of him, was that you had been killed. What had happened to Hawkins? Dustin? The Hellfire Club?

"I want you to join me," Vecna spoke, moving to kneel down in front of Eddie slowly, his larger hand rising up to hover over the metalhead's face.

Eddie soon felt his mind go dark again soon after his hand clasped over his face. It didn't take long for him to fall under Vecna's curse with his mind weakened.

Vecna was able to turn him into the shoulder he needed. The one to finish what he had started with Hawkin's, to help him grow stronger.

~.~

The next time Eddie opened his eye he was able to quickly realize that he was no longer in the Upside Down. The broken version of his trailer park surrounded him, but he could tell that he was within Hawkins. His throat burned with every breath that he took and could feel a deep hunger within his gut.

But something was different. As his dark eyes moved around taking in what had happened to his neighborhood, Eddie was able to tell that everything seemed sharper. It was like his eyes were able to see everything through a cleaner, sharper, more detailed lens. He could see the details along the alien vines and the Hive Mind that spread out from the amber cracks in the ground.

Eddie stumbled forward with his legs still feeling weak with each step. But as he moved, it was like his mind wasn't his own. He walked through the dark streets of Hawkins moving closer to town, listening as the sky crackled and rumbled above him. The sound made him jump and wince back every time it cracked through the dark cloud. His senses felt like they were on overload and made his entire body feel wired.

"Hey, are you ok?" A soft voice spoke from beside him. Eddie's head snapped up to the voice and looked around.

He didn't realize that he'd walked into another part of the East side of Hawkins. Homes were falling apart and being overtaken by the Upside Down more and more. Death seemed to be hovering over this street and slowly sucking the life from it. Movement caught Eddie's eyes again, and soon he watched as a small woman walked toward him. She smiled up at him warily as she moved closer.

"Honey? You ok?" She asked again, her voice laced with concern.

Eddie tried to speak, but it seemed the closer the woman got, the more his throat began to burn and itch. He stumbled back when the scent hit him, his body nearly bending in high at the impact as hunger gripped his stomach. Eddie groaned in pain - that only made the woman move closer to him. It smelled like the sweetest thing Eddie had ever smelled in his life, with a hint of something else that was making his mouth water. Her gentle hand pressed to his shoulder as she bent down to look into his face.

"Why don't we..." She started but stopped the moment Eddie looked at her. She gasped and stumbled back away in fear, the spike in her heart rate only making the scent surrounding him stronger. "Oh, Jesus!"

Eddie's face formed into that of a monster, he couldn't see himself, but with the fear, in her eyes, he knew something was wrong. His head tilted to the side as he watched her start to back away, his feet leading to her. The stranger in front of him began to shake with fear, her heartbeat now seemingly acting as a siren song to him.

"W-What are you? Please!" She begged, tears filling her blue eyes. She turned to run, but tripped over the ground beneath her and fell with a hard thump against the street behind her. Twisting around quickly, she stared up at Eddie and tried to crawl back away from him.

A dark shadow appeared beneath Eddie's dark eyes with the appearance of veins protruding from beneath the skin. The paleness of his face only made it seem more haunting as he looked down at her. Eddie could smell her blood more now with her knees scraped from the street. He licked his lips and felt the sharpness of the two fangs that now protruded from his gums.

The woman blinked and soon Eddie was above her, holding her shoulders down as he straddled over her small frame. She opened her mouth to scream, but she never had the chance. The last thing she saw was the white fangs gleaming in the red of the sky before a pain moved through her body. Eddie's hand clasped over her mouth to muffle her screams as his fangs sank into her. Eddie moaned the moment her blood spilled across his tongue. His other hand reached around her and brought her closer to him as he drank, and drank, and drank.

Eddie wasn't exactly clean with his first kill, his hunger taking over as he tore and ripped into her throat. It was like her blood wasn't flowing fast enough for him. He could feel her body become laxer and laxer against him as he drained the life from her. Eddie doesn't know how long he sat there drinking from the stranger, but he pulled back and looked down at her lifeless body. Her blue eyes were now dull and wide as she stared up at the sky.

Eddie could feel her blood dripping down his chin and onto the already ruined Hellfire Club shirt he wore. A gasp of horror left him as he stumbled back away from her body, the realization of what he'd done now hitting him. He rose a shaky hand up to his face and felt the sticky blood on his fingers, before pulling it back and seeing it on his hand.

"Oh, fuck...oh, fuck..." Eddie cried in panic before he turned and ran from the scene in front of him.

Leaving the dead body in the middle of the road to be found two days later as another family was leaving to evacuate Hawkins.

~.~

It was four days later that the wings appeared.

Eddie had taken shelter in one of the abandoned homes on the outskirts of Hawkins. The window was blocked out so no one would be able to see him moving about the home, even if only a hand full of people still lived on that side of town. He'd come from another hunt, losing control of himself the moment he smelled the intoxicating scent of blood. With each death, Eddie came to terms with what was happening to him, but slowly the self-hatred grew with each life he took.

The pain started meekly before soon his shoulders felt like they were burning and being ripped apart. He fell to the floor with a scream of pain as his back arched, a scream of agony leaving his bloodstained lips. His nails dug into the worn decrepit wood beneath his fingers before the sound of bones breaking muffled his screams. Stretching out from the middle point between his shoulder blades were two large wings that stretched out behind him. They resembled bat wings. Whenever the light hit them, they seemed almost red, the veins showing through slightly.

He'd passed out soon after they'd appeared.

~.~

"I don't understand what you want from me, what you're making me do," Eddie spoke as he stood within the Creel House, flying back into the Upside Down for answers. Vecna stood at the top of the stairs hidden slightly in the shadows. But Eddie could still feel his menacing glare on him. "Why are you having me murder people?! What am I?"

"You are a creature that I have created. I saw use in you, Edward, how viciously you tried to protect your friends. Protect the town that had dubbed you a monster." Vecna spoke, "That is a fearlessness that I need within a soldier."

"What?" Eddie spoke breathily. "A soldier?"

"With every life you take, and feed from, it helps me heal. You are part of me now." Vecna stepped into the light slightly, and that is how Eddie saw he wasn't as burnt as before. Parts of his body healed and returned back to their grotesque nature. "The plan that I have for Hawkins will still happen. As you continue to grow and form, more of this world will bleed into theirs. Soon that town will be nothing but a skeleton of what it's once been."

"I don't want to kill people," Eddie whimpered softly, "I don't want to be a monster."

"Don't see yourself as a monster, Edward. See yourself as superior against those that looked down at you."

"What about my friends?"

"What about them?" Vecna asked "They left you here to die. Abandoned you the moment you were too much of a liability to them. Even that girl you loved...left you..."

Eddie felt like a knife had been stabbed through his heart. He shook his head not believing a word Vecna was saying. At least trying to.

Because you wouldn't have left him.

Would you?

~.~

Four Months Later...

It had taken him months to finally find the courage within himself to look for you. Scared that what Vecna said was true. But a part of the old Eddie was still within him, even if this monster he was turned into grew stronger with each feed. He was starting to not care about the people he was killing, knowing it was his only way to sustain himself.

But flying through the woods of Hawkins, he'd caught sight of you. For the first time in months, he'd finally found you. He watched from within the trees as you walked through the woods, head bowed, tears running down your cheeks. The soft sound of your sniffles mixed in with the sound of the night around you both. He followed till he saw you come upon the graveyard right on the outside of town. He was confused as to why you'd walk that long distance all alone yourself. A part of him couldn't help but be angry with you.

But Eddie sat there and watched you, making sure to stay high in the tree top to make sure you didn't see him. He wasn't sure what he'd do if you saw the monster that he'd become now. Eddie couldn't handle the disgust in your eyes. So instead he watched from afar as you walked to a headstone before sitting down in front of it. The pain started to grow in his chest when he realized where you were.

His mother's gravestone. The one they laid her to rest when she'd died of breast cancer when he was only in the fifth grade.

But there was something different now. There was a smaller one beside it. Eddie dropped down to the forest line and hide behind a tree, tucking his wings tightly back into place, causing them to disappear.

"Hey, Eddie." You spoke, voice wavering from the tears, hand reaching out to the headstone. "Sorry, I-I haven't been around lately...just...it's been hard..."

Eddie watched confused as you talked to the headstone, tears streaming down your beautiful face. You talked about everything that happened that week. How Dustin, Steve, Robin, and everyone else were doing. How you went to meet with his Uncle Wayne for dinner a couple weeks ago, and how his Uncle told you he was moving out of Hawkins. Eddie couldn't help but feel saddened at the news.

"It's just too painful for him to be here, Ed. I know he was trying to use a job as an excuse...but Wayne never gave up. Dustin told him you'd died...but I knew a part of him always hoped you'd come back. That it was all a mistake." You reached up and wiped your cheek. "I never did have the courage to tell him I held you in my arms. I-It would be best if he knew as little detail as possible."

Eddie doesn't know how long he stood there and listened. But the sky started to turn darker and the rumblings of thunder got louder. He watched as you stood and quickly raced back down the way to try and beat the storm.

He took a deep breath and felt like everything in him was set on fire. The wind picking up, sending your scent to him. His nails dug into the bark of the tree nearly splitting the wood as he did. Eddie fought back the urge to move across the cemetery and sink his teeth into your throat, feeling your sweet blood move down his throat.

"No, no...not now. Not her..." Eddie whimpered as he fought against his urges.

He could feel Vecna at the back of his mind, urging him to give in.

To feed.

But he fought harder against it, a deep growl sounding from his chest in response to Vecna's influence.

You stopped short when you heard the sound, the first drops of rain starting to come down. Another growl was heard and it made your spine straighten, it sounding purely animalistic. Your eyes darted along the forest line for the source, a quick movement catching your eyes.

And that was the first time you saw Eddie, hiding behind a tree, watching you. Your heart froze for a second with a gasp leaving your lips. But when you blinked and looked back - he was gone.

So we got a little back story of Eddie and Vecna's plan for him. I hoped I explained that enough. Like when Eddie feeds, he's part of the hive mind, meaning him feeding his healing Vecna. There for why over the last few months the Upside Down is spilling more and more in Hawkins. If you have questions please ask. I really hope I did it justice in explaining.

Along with his wings...they can come and go as he pleases. That's why the Reader said he looked "normal" whenever she saw him. Cause he tucked his wings away. I remember watching a horror movie where a vampire was able to do that, sort of place them back into his body.

Again, ask if confused cause I suck at explaining. I would love to know your thoughts, theories, comments, etc...

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A green dress

MILES QUARITCH X READER

(Implied age gap, quaritch just being whipped, his team laughing at him for it)

The first time quaritch saw you, was at a banquet, held for hugh ranking military officials in their honor.

You were younger than most of the honored officials here, wearing a short little green dress, one that hugged your waist snugly, and little heels that did absolutely nothing other than exxentuate how much smaller you were than all the giant military men and women here. Not covered in tattoos, not almost 7 feet tall, not muscular like you worked out every day. It intrugued him, usually only the same type of people showed up to these events, people that were either required to go, or people that wanted to come to talk about themselves. You certainly werent at all like him.

You didnt seem like either of those people, you didnt necessarily look unhappy to be here, unlike those who were glued to their phones with a scowl, you were sitting with a pleasent smile, tucked in a corner of the room. But you also werent exactly social, it was obvious you knew nobody here, unlike those who were flaunting their medals and drinking like there was no tommorow, you just sat there in your little green dress and tiny heels, staring at the people around. On the occassion a man or a woman would try to get you to dance with them, but you would politely decline.

It confused him honestly, a pretty girl like you coming to an event like this, and not wanting to go home with someone. Even though quaritch was engaged in a conversation with his team, he couldnt peel his eyes off of you, couldnt stop trying to figure you out, figure out why you were. Figure out why he felt like he had to figure you out. It was so strange, he would try to come up and talk to you, puffing his chest out and standing up as tall as he could, but the second he would come even close, those eyes of yours, that dress, made him feel like a silly llittle schoolboy, and he would turn around.

How silly was that? Colonol miles quaritch, a man who had come back to earth for a few weeks for a series of parties in his honor , the guy who traveled space and invaded planets with a cold heart, the strongest fifty-something here was too shy to talk to a girl.

By the time he had finally mustered up the courage to go up to your table, your bag wasnt on the seat anymore, your chair was pushed in nice and neat, you had left before he even got the chance to say a word to you. The teasing from his team was endless. Lynel went as far as to call quaritch a little baby boy,

Lynel also happened to get punched in the face that night, by some coincidence.

----

The next time he saw you, you were wearing the same exact little green dress, and the same exact little black heels, this time you had your hair tied back though, but you were just as beautiful as last time. You still acted the same, sitting alone fiddling with the napkin at your table, watching and listening to the people around, refusing the occasional request to dance. Still catching the complete attention of the one and only Miles Quaritch.

Except this time, he wasnt going to chicken out. The second he saw you, he completely walked away from lynel and his squad, they all wolf whistled and hooted as he made his way along. Doing the same thing as last time, puffing out his chest and flexing, appearing as strong as he could. Miles quaritch was an attractive man, and he no doubt knew it, but still, the thought of you looking at him and seeing a weak old man, that made him feel sick. He wouldnt let you think that. You couldn’t.

He pulled out the chair next to you, settling himself down, leaning back and spreading his legs, towering over you even as he sat down. You payed no acknowledgement, seemingly lost in your own train of thought, your hands fiddled with the napkin, folding and pulling at the threads. Your eyes were fixed on one of the walls in the bright room, wide, staring. It was honestly adorable, you were completely zoned out, completely oblivious.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing at an event like this?” he spoke, placing his elbows on the table and setting a hand on top of the napkin, his words snapped you out of your trance. And you locked eyes with his, the colonels squad was hooting and screaming like madmen in the corner, he paid absolutely no attention to them. You stared at him for a moment, or more so stared up at him, pulling your hands away from the napkin, and unintentionally making his hand fall in your lap. Your dress was velvet, he hadnt realized.

“Hm?” you let out, staring at him with those eyes of yours. God you were so gorgeous, up close it was even better. And you looked even cuter with that confused look on your face, your voice was high pitched, laced with a little bit of that far away look you had just moments ago.

“I mean i would hate to assume, but you don't look like the type of crowd i would see here. Not many of us look like… you. “ he drawled in his southern accent, you tensed when he didnt make any move to take his hand out of your lap. Quaritch had to hold back the string of complements he wanted to give to you, not wanting to freak you out more, as you already looked like a deer in headlights.

“Oh- i-im not in the military. Im an intern- uh- in science. I’m just trying to get my masters right now- um. My boss wanted me to come in case he needed a ride home.” you spluttered, now understanding his question. Yes, quaritch scared you, being tall, wise, big, strong, heartless in a way that no man here was, obviously he was intimidating, especially since youd known how he felt about science. Safe to say colonel miles quaritch was not someone who went by the books. You, on the other hand, were the exact opposite. It wasnt your fault you could barely string out a sentence to the man, he was scary, even to some of the highest military officials. Let alone a little intern to a little company.

“A scientist huh? Whaddya study?” he finally retracted his hand, and you relaxed, only for him to give you a stare that pierced into the center of your heart, a gaze that confused you, made you feel strange. He let a smirk splay across his face, understanding what he was doing to you, all of his confidence came back to him when he saw the way you couldnt meet his gaze, instead looking down at your hands, and fiddling your thumbs.

“Oh- I work in software engineering- I help design technology that you guys use up there- like those masks.” You replied in a hushed tone, still staring down into your lap. He perked an eyebrow at you, still letting that smirk of his burn itself in your brain. The room around seemed to paying much more attention to the two of you than their own conversations, the only little scientist in the room having a conversation with miles quaritch.

“Well isnt that adorable? You must like it-” he continued in that teasing tone that very clearly made your cheeks heat up. You really couldnt tell if you wanted him to keep talking or if you wanted him to go away. It was decided for you though, when your boss, wearing a fitted black suit covered in medals and awards he won, placed his hand on your shoulder and squeezed a little too hard for quaritches liking, you let out a squeak in suprise.

“Time to leave, im getting tired. Get up and take me home.” The short little man kept his hand on your shoulder, and stared at quaritch, who was scowling at him for interrupting him. Nobody did that, he was especially annoyed that it was when he was talking to you, in fact if it werent for you here he wouldve punched the guy in the face. The man paid no respect to you, ordering you around like a little servant, and you just let him, bless your heart, it made quaritch want to stab him more than hes ever wanted to stab anybody.

“Yes sir. Uhm- bye.” you finally met the giant mans eyes for a split second, a vulnerable, almost scared look laced throughout, it was obvious, the man with his hand on your shoulder scared you, and you couldnt do anything about it.

“Bye sweetheart, see ya next time” And with a threatening stare sent to your boss from quaritch, you picked up your little green handbag, and pushed in your chair, walking away at your bosses tail. Your little heels clicked against the floor, and quaritch watched as your green dress disappeared in the crowd of people.

Fuck.

---

The last time quaritch saw you on earth, you were still wearing that same little green dress he had grown to look out for, yet again at another party, the final one he would be attending before returning to pandora. Except this time, he showed up early, and he wasnt letting you slip away, not like the other times.

Immediately upon seeing you, fiddling with the napkin again, a habit that he’d figured you’d picked up out of boredom, he took no time in walking away from lyle, cutting their conversation short, and pulling up a chair again, like last time. But he had a plan now, and he knew it wouldnt fail, it couldn’t.

“Theres my favorite software engineer. I don't think I introduced myself last time, it's Quaritch, Colonel Miles Quaritch.”

“Oh. Yeah, I know.” you softly spoke, placing the napkin down this time and actually meeting his gaze, you were short, and curt. You werent like this last time he spoke to you, you didnt give him a pleasant smile, You werent open and sweet like last time. You looked more like a scared child than a scientist with a phd. You had this look in your eyes, basically telling him to go away, like you would get in trouble if he didnt.

“Oh? I must be pretty popular for a girl like you to know about me. Got a reputation right?” he teased, letting that predator-like smile of his spread across his face, the man stared down at you waiting for you to reply. You just sat there, curling in upon yourself, trying to sink into the seat and disappear. He didnt know what was wrong, but you clearly were almost scared of speaking to him, and he didnt like it, not one bit.

“Uhm- sir. I’m not supposed to talk to you, please go away.” you looked back into your hands, further bending your posture, which only made you look smaller than you were, at least compared to how he saw you. THe more he looked at you, the more he noticed, That little green dress of yours was starting to wear down, the emerald green fading to grey, the shoulders stretching out slightly. Your words brought a frown across his already- naturally angry face.

“And why not?” Those words alone had your breath hitching, a sense of mild stress humming at the back of your brain, you could feel your bossses eyes on you.

“I-i don't know. My boss just told me not to.” You sent a glance to the fat man standing in a tight fitting black suit, the man was standing there, staring right back, a threatening glare set in his features. So thats what it was. Quaritch was already a violent man, being the one leading expiditions against the natives of pandora. And he certainly didnt think he could further his violence, but oh boy did he want to now.

“Well then, i’ll make this quick. I want you to work for me, cupcake.” He spoke, louder than the rest of the room, intentionally of course, he wasnt intending on making a scene at first. But now he wanted your boss to hear, he wanted your boss to know that he was the man you were leaving him for.

“Uh- what?” you barely spluttered out, eyes locked on your boss, or soon to be old boss. The thought alone of working for such a man scared you, sure, you didnt like your boss, not one bit, but he wasnt all bad, he sometimes let you go home for lunch, or if he didnt want his moring coffee he would let you have it. You didnt know colonel miles quaritch, yes, you knew of him, and what you knew of him wasnt good, he was cruel, killed so many, broken so much equipment. Payed no reguard for the world around him.

But.. he also seemed so nice. He asked you about your work, complimented you and what you did, called you pretty. So much nicer than your own boss had ever been. Would it really be all that bad? You already worked in a government job, but you were more of an assistant than a scientist, if you actually went to pandora you would be able to see so much more, do so much more. You could gain a title, an actual place.

“You wouldnt be an assistant anymore- and we sure got more science up there than youll ever see down here. Ill treat ya real nice, don't worry. So whaddya say?” he spoke, the country drawl behind his voice coming out, one that made you nervous. He placed a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look up at him, you stayed silent, doing nothing but staring at him with those wide eyes of yours.

“Cmon, Ill pay you triple whatever he is, and all travel and housing is free. Ill even buy you a new little dress. “ His hand squeezed gently, and you couldnt help but think that the rumors about this man werent all true, he seemed so soft, so gentle. Not yelling at you, paying respect to your work, treating you like a person, not an object. Although the things he made you feel were strange, and confusing, what could be the worst that could happen.

Well, for starters, this could be a trick and you could die up there, or be abused, or working as a scientist for the military on another planet wouldnt turn out exactly how you wanted it to. You knew you should say no, say that you wanted to stay down here on earth, where it's safe, where it's quiet, where youre just an assistant, you knew you shouldnt, you knew you should say no, you knew that this was a bad idea. You HAD to say no, you have to.

“O-okay, Ill have to turn in my two weeks though- so i cant go very soon- and I have a cat so that might-”

“Don't worry darlin, ill get it all sorted out for you, just oack up all your pretty little things and ill do the rest.”

---

Quaritches sqad had known what quaritch felt about you, since the first time hed seen you and his eyes didnt leave the little woman in the little green dress and little black heels, none of them wouldve ever assumed a soft girl like you, a scientist no less, to be his type. But still, there you were, shyly staring at the man. None of them had ever seen quaritch look like he did right now, look like he actually wanted something, like he had to work for it.

Oh my god he looked like a lost puppy.

They all cackled at the man, giggling like toddlers when he came back all red like a little schoolboy. The same man that yelled at them day and night folding for some little intern? Unheard of. They were beyond shocked when they saw you again, and yet again, their boss approached you, shock turned to laughter and more drinks soon, and by the end of the night, so many theories had been made on you.

Maybe you were the daughter of someone important

Maybe you were rich

Maybe quaritch liked younger women

Maybe you were just sweet

You certainly looked the type

No matter how hard they tried to find the exact reason quaritch liked a soft little thing like you, they couldn’t place it. It suprised them to no end when he told them how he was taking you out on a date the last day he was staying on earth. Him? Taking a girl out? Unheard of. What’s next, a pretty little picnic with butterflies and rainbows?

Nope.

Something even more shocking.

“Team, meet our newest addition, y/n. We’re gonna treat her real nice right? “ the man had a hand placed on your shoulder in a protective stance, daring any single one of them to say anything that would make you uncomfortable. The team connected eyes, holding back small snickers at how possessive the colonel was acting. He didn’t even seem to realize it either.

“Ehm- yes. Hi, I’m y/n” oh god- everything about you was just the exact opposite of quaritch, soft, timid, almost spacy. Lynel locked eyes with his boss for a few seconds, a mischievous smirk splayed across his face.

“Of course we will, after all that trouble little miles over here had to go through to get you- wouldn’t want to-“ he begun teasing, but was promptly met with a boot to the face. The team giggled at Lynel gargling under quaritch foot, but he payed no mind. Placing a hand around your waist and sending a glare back to the group, all who were smirking and smiling like he’d said something stupid, quaritch begun walking, you in tow.

“Now, let me show you your new room,

Cupcake”

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Please leave any comment at all on what you think, just seeing those comments makes me happy, and don’t think I don’t read each one individually.

The way I know quaritch is literally a mass murderer but I don’t even care- like I didn’t know I had these issues until I started having these issues.

Not requested, just noticed a lack of quaritch content that appealed to me ( aka not smut) and wanted to make it a reality. Stilll, thank you so much for reading!

Anyway, have a great day! Bye!

I miss you, I always do.

sorry for logging on just to talk about that man. Will happen again

Project: Pandora

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Synthezoid!Reader

Synopsis: You are experiencing things for the first time and you can't wait to explore what the multiverse has to offer, but for now, you'll start with a messy college dorm room.

Warning: Children having made to witness premarital hand holding and flirting of excruciatingly emotionally constipated adults.

Word Count: 2174

Events take place after Project: Galatea and prior to Project: Eros

“This is…”  Your face twists, trying to find the right word.  “Odd.” 

You lift your arm, the blanket that Miguel draped on you falls from your shoulder and you watch as goosebumps litter your skin.

Avenger Peter, MJ, and Ned simultaneously inhale sharply through their nose.  The ceiling, the cereal box, and fork suddenly looked too interesting.

Miguel clears his throat and reaches to wrap you tightly with the blanket again.

“That’s the result of adrenaline reflex.”  Miguel grumbles, turning his eyes to the carpeted floor, away from you and the lamp that illuminated the living room and dining area.  “And can you be more careful?  Gravity applies to your clothes now.”

“I know, Miguel.”  You glare at him as you sink on the couch beside him.  You don’t need him to discuss physiology and physics with you.  “I just need time to get used to it all.”

He keeps his mouth shut, his eyes softening as he memorizes every curve of your frowning brows.

“So uhm, you feel fine?”  MJ cuts the tension.  “No trouble breathing?  No pain?”

You laugh softly.  “What does pain feel anyway?”

Obviously, you know it in theory and experienced it quite a lot emotionally but you never really felt physical pain.

A sharp pinch on your thigh makes you yelp and jump like a startled cat.

The culprit beside you has his eyes deadpanned but the slight curve on his lips told you he enjoyed it way too much.

“Asshole!”  You gave Miguel a stink eye, rubbing your poor thigh.

“That’s pain.”  Miguel grins at you. 

You throw a playful punch on his shoulder but a strange pop has your eyes doubling in size.

“Did I just break a finger?”  You almost scream but Miguel keeps the shit eating grin and just grabs your hand, he clicks his tongue multiple times and your heart hammers on your chest.  They spent months perfecting your body, the least you could do is take care of it.  You watch Miguel lift your hand to his face and brushes your knuckles on his lips.

“Looks like a serious fracture, we might need to amputate it.”  You hated how he could make you feel stuff by just altering the timbre of his voice despite uttering such baseless barbaric statement.  “You just cracked a knuckle, firefly, stop worrying.  If you feel any discomfort anywhere though, you tell me.”

MJ picks at the loose thread on her sweater as her eyes darted between you and Miguel.  “They definitely need to go get a room.”  She whispers under her breath.

“Agreed.”

“Agreed.”

Whispered back the two teens beside her.

A loud grumble suddenly travels to their ears.  They turn and see you looking at your stomach, your eyes wide, looking absolutely embarrassed.  “Uhm, I’m hungry?”  Rather than say it, you sound like you are asking for confirmation, which is fair.

Peter immediately snatches his phone to order food.

Ned smiles at you understandingly, you must have been hungry the entire time but did not recognize the feeling.  “How about water?  Does your mouth feel dry?”  Checking your electrolyte level slipped their mind due to multiple reasons, they were marveling at you after taking your vital signs and range of motion.

Miguel reaches and pulls you to him.  He brushes his thumb on your lip, his eyes following his movements carefully.  “Yeah, she could use a glass of water.”  He slips his hand under the blanket to pull your arm and you are about to protest when he pinches your skin again but you choose to stay quiet as he did it gently.

“Is it tented?”  Ned asks while rolling a stress ball atop the table.

Miguel meets your eyes and returns your arm inside the blanket.  Your body goes hot when he flashes you his sharp canine as he grins.  “Nah, perfectly supple and elastic.”  The grin gets wider.  “We might need to check her temperature again though.  She’s running a bit warm.”

You are not stupid.  Theoretically, you know how the normal body responds to external stimuli.  Miguel holds back another smart comment when you harshly pull your arm from him, too flushed to even bite a retort back.

Ned and MJ watched the exchange with narrowed judging eyes.  Watching old people flirt made them a bit queasy.

The next minutes were spent with them telling you about the project and how Dr. Strange aligned your neurons.  You wanted to thank the man but they tell you that he has been busy for a week now, trying to ward off an intergalactic entity.  Miguel just had to roll his eyes at the mention of the Doctor’s name.  Him helping Peter almost break the multiverse was not appreciated by Miguel.

You walk around the apartment as you listen to them talk, mainly to Miguel now, as you let your hands wander on every object you can find, taking in every texture that you come across.

The carpet on your feet was a nice feeling and you are glad you refused the slippers that Ned kindly offered for you to wear.

You see a pile of old books on a corner and you bend down to swipe at the thin layer of dust sitting atop it.  You smile so brightly, seeing the mark your finger left.  Then you see the coat of dust on your finger tip, the dirt clinging to your skin didn’t feel pleasant at all.

Just in front of your 3D printer, you refuse to call it casket, lies the messy work table of Peter Parker.  You wander to it and you read the tiny sticky notes that are stuck on the wall in front of the desk.  Some are newly placed, some a bit older, their edges starting to peel off.

You tilt your head to the side as you realize that they’re a bunch of ideas for his suit upgrades. 

“What a clever kid.”  You whisper.  You smile when you see a tiny error on a formula, creating a cascade of errors on the other notes.

You grab a sticky note and you uncap a ballpen, it took you a while to figure out how to hold it and your handwriting was messy but you managed to correct his error.

The bubble wrap in the corner became the next center of your attention.

Miguel was in the middle of telling the teens about your code when you wander on the couch again.  He glances at you for a while and goes back to ignoring you when you place a hand on his enormous arm and rub.  He really bulked up, didn’t he?

“Unstable molecules feel weird.”  You wiggle your fingers right in front of Miguel’s face, cutting his geek talk.  “Feels like this.”

He raises a brow.  “Tingly?”  He retracts the fabric from his fingertips and lets it rest on his suit.  “Huh, guess so.  But it’s quite comfortable inside.”

You nod and make a beeline towards the dining table where the teens are.

“Can I?”  You ask while pointing to MJ’s sleeve.

“Sure.”  She shrugs and offers you her arm as she turns to listen to Miguel trying to explain advanced computer science to them.

You pinch the fabric and smile at the softness of it.

“What’s this material called?  I want to wear it everyday, it feels so cozy.”

“It’s uh, cashmere.  Pe-Peter got it for me last Christmas.”  She briefly points at Peter before using the same hand to cover a cough.

You glance at Peter, who was also listening to Miguel, though his ears looked a bit redder, you can tell despite the dimness of the room.

Ned soon notices you looking at the stress ball resting a couple inches away from his fingers.

“You wanna hold it?”  He offers you the toy.

“That’s a stress ball, right?”  You take it and squeeze hard.  “What’s so relaxing about this?”  You raise a brow as the toy only strained your hand.

“You’re just not stressed enough to need it yet.”  Miguel sighs.  He knows that your muscles would need endurance training but of course he had to taunt you just a bit.

You sassily put a hand on your hip, making a big deal out of everything that Miguel says is almost a habit to you.  “And you probably need a truckload of this judging by how you look.”

The kids near you almost scratched the table cloth by how hard they were trying to keep a straight face.

Thery mustn’t laugh.  Peter can’t lose his place in the Society.  Peter can’t lose his place in the Society!

A knock from the front door keeps Miguel from throwing something just as insulting to you.

“I’ll get it!”  Peter volunteers, too happy with the opportunity to get away.

Miguel grumbles to himself, shaking his head.

You smile a little too sweetly at Miguel before turning to Peter who is carrying a bunch of plastic bags that are all hanging on different fingers instead of being all carried by a finger or two, like how they should be?

“Whatever is in those boxes, I want them.”  You laugh.

Ned gets up to grab a clean spoon for you, seeing as you won’t be able to use the chopstick just yet.

“I don’t know if you’d like this but I figured that you’d need the carbs and manageable food for now.”  Peter says, scratching the back of his head and pushes a steaming hot bowl of congee to you. 

“Thank you, Peter.”  It smells divine!  And you appreciate the soft food, you should give your stomach something easy to digest for the meantime.

Your curiosity is piqued and you open a box before you.  “Oh, look at this, Miggy.”  You turn to Miguel who is already heading to where you are standing.  “Fried rice.”  You thank Ned when he hands you a spoon.  “You used to make this when you were particularly lazy.” 

He hums.  “I don’t cook anymore.”

Peter asks you two to join them at the table and you do.

“They didn’t have empanadas- uh…I heard you liked them!”  Peter starts to sweat under Miguel’s stern gaze.  “But uh, they have fried dumplings.  In-in case you wanna try some.”  He pushes the box to Miguel.

You scoop a spoonful of congee to your mouth, after being reminded by Miguel to blow on your food.  You hated how he made you feel like a toddler just now.  But you forget that you were pissed just a second ago when the rice porridge lands on your waiting tongue and you almost melt at the flavor.  In fact, it looks like you actually are.  They all watch you close your eyes, still chewing, and collapse on the chair dramatically.

“It’s so unfair that you all get to eat these for years, especially Miguel.”  You pat Miguel’s shoulder when he curses at you in Spanish.  “It’s okay, Miggy.  You aged like fine wine, don’t get worked up.”

You take another spoonful, ignoring Miguel’s incomprehensible expression.

The night ends with you listening to Peter trying to explain or defend himself from Miguel’s accusations for the whole multiverse disturbance thing. 

You were biased, of course.

It is pretty normal to take his side.  Peter’s side.

But nevertheless, you and Miguel thanked the three of them, even Dr. Strange.  Through a portal.  Made of magic.  Wasn’t weird at all.

When Miguel told them that he’ll be taking you with him to the HQ, they didn’t really go against it, a knowing smile plastered on their faces when Miguel says that the tech there is better in monitoring your state.

“I will definitely visit.”  You say as you release MJ from your embrace and move to hug Ned who is tearing up a bit.  “I’ll come so often that you’ll be sick of me.” 

Lastly, there’s Peter.  You hug the kid tightly.  “Thank you for taking the time to bring me back to him.”

He hugs you back, just as tight.  “I should be the one thanking you.”  He could only wish that Tony was there to witness everything.

“He’s proud of you, I just know it.” 

You return to Miguel’s side and you smile at them one last time before turning to step into the portal.

“Wait!”  Peter yells.

Miguel raises a brow at him, his large hand encasing yours in a gentle hold.

“Uhm.”  Peter’s eyes darted from you to Miguel and back again.

“Spit it out, kid.”  Miguel snaps.

Peter crosses his arms, awkwardly.

“I know you two are-are excited and y-you miss each other so much.”  He stutters out.  “But it’s probably not a good idea to—” He grimaces, as if saying it is physically hurting him.  “—you know.” 

His hands flew everywhere, making you and Miguel look at each other, silently asking if the other is picking up what the hell the kid’s saying. 

Peter sighs, defeated.  “You shouldn’t…test her body’s limitations in one night-”

“Yeah, we get it.”  Miguel says quickly while he pushes your confused ass to the portal.

Project: Galatea • Project: Pandora • (Project: Eros)

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Masterlist

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current works

neteyam

“secret”

—“to the ends of pandora” alternative ending | requested

“this weight on my shoulders” | in progress

— part four of the “can only hope” series

“she is mine”

— part one, part two

neteyam x human!reader as besties headcanons | requested

“this time, let me take care of you” | requested

lo’ak

“deja vu”

— part one, part two

“closure”

— part two of “can only hope” series

“i believe you” | requested

“take me with her”

— part one, part two | in progress

“from me to you” | requested | in progress

“figure you out” series | in progress

ao’nung

“forever”

— part one, part two, part three, part four | in progress

“hard for”

kiri

“feels like we buried alive something that never died” | in progress

— part three of the “can only hope” series

tuktirey

“time has moved forward but you’re still the same” | in progress

— part five of the “can only hope” series

neytiri

in the works…

— part ? of the “can only hope” series

jake sully

“a lesson in pinky promises” | requested

“soft heart” | requested | in progress

in the works…

— part ? of the “can only hope” series

sully family

“can only hope”

“the sea gives & the sea takes”

— part one of the “can only hope” series

the sports i think the sully kids would do modern au headcanons

spider socorro

“a kiss, perhaps”

“stay away from her” | in progress

I is a deppresed thot

Why is this true tho

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