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dyslexic-gremlin · 1 year

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Goose is the Best Emotional Support [ch. 6]

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Chapter title: Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Carol decides to leave Goose with Peter when she's needed for an away mission. During the weekend he has her, Peter shows Goose off to the other people at the Avengers Compound. Some of the reactions are mixed, but how can you not love such an adorable kitty?

Notes: Basically just a bunch of fluff with Goose and Peter hanging out with people.

Main characters: Peter Parker, Goose, Wanda Maximoff

Important tags: Fluff (that's it)

Word count: 947

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Saturday, 3:45 PM

Wanda sighed to herself as she walked around the grounds of the compound after one of her bi-weekly meditation sessions. It had been almost three months since she started training with the Sorcerer Supreme, and along with traditional physical training she also had to suffer sit through meditation. Despite her complaints, however, she couldn’t deny the improvement she’d seen was impressive.

Even with the differences in their magicks, Doctor Strange had been successful in helping Wanda build her control. It was slow going and required a lot more self-reflection than Wanda had assumed, but if it was what she had to go through in order to do better, she would.

She had felt more in control than ever, and magical outbursts that happened due to emotions were almost non-existent (they still happened, sadly. On her really bad days when grief and guilt consumed her. But it took a considerable amount more than it used to). As her control strengthened, so did her output level. She was able to do more and more as each month passed.

The witch (now that she was doing proper training that title fit surprisingly well) stretched her arms above her head and continued her walk to work some feeling back into her limbs. Wanda knew she’d get used to how still one became during meditation eventually, but it was still a foreign enough experience that it lingered with her.

Just as Wanda rounded the side of the compound to enter from the front (she liked speaking with the receptionist– they were close in age and both came from Eastern Europe) an orange cat scampered through an open window. The woman stopped as the feline leapt to the ground and started to calmly lick themself in the middle of Wanda’s path.

“Oh, hello,” she absently greeted, still slightly out of it due to her previous engagement. It took a moment for Wanda to comprehend the situation and, once she did, she quickly did a double-take between the cat and window.

Well, it wasn’t the weirdest thing she had run into while at the compound (an alien that resembled a raccoon and a person that looked like he was made of rocks came to mind). She didn’t have much to do with Vision in his own training session and everyone else was similarly preoccupied, so Wanda decided to postpone her chat with Ana and instead settled near the cat.

With her legs bent so she was closer to the ground, Wanda slowly extended her loosely curled fingers for the cat to sniff. Her offer caught the tabby’s attention and, with only slight hesitance, the cat leaned over to sniff Wanda’s hand.

The close proximity coupled with her recent training meant Wanda was able to glean a basic telepathic read of the animal (which shouldn’t have been as easy as it was. While she had improved, Wanda still wasn’t as good at reading the minds of beings that had a lower cognitive ability than an average human). She could tell the feline was a female, and, surprisingly, was able to catch her name.

“Hmm, Goose, huh? A very interesting name for an intriguing cat.”

As Goose dubbed Wanda worthy enough and began to rub herself against the hero’s legs, Peter appeared from around the corner. He looked stressed and worried– the teen must have had something on his mind because Peter didn’t notice the two on the ground and stumbled over them.

Out of reflex Wanda threw strings of her magic at Peter to grab him before he fell to the ground. Even if she hadn’t, Wanda knew Peter would have been able to catch himself with his reflexes.

“Sorry!” the teen exclaimed once he was settled back on his feet. “I’ve been looking for someone and didn’t see–”

Once Peter’s gaze landed on Goose he cut himself off and lunged towards the cat. Wanda had expected his movements to frighten the animal (and she also hadn’t expected that kind of action from Peter, he seemed much better with animals) but if cats could look resigned then Goose did.

Peter scooped her into his arms quickly, “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Bucky said you left him right after you ate and if I somehow lost you Carol would kill me!”

He stoked Goose’s back a couple of times before amending his statement.

“Actually, scratch that. If I lost you I would kill myself before Carol could get to me.”

Goose let out a quiet mrrow in what seemed to be comfort as she bumped her head against Peter’s hand.

Off to the side, Wanda watched the interaction in amusement.

“So she is yours?” the witch asked and reached out herself to pet Goose (who, thankfully, allowed her to).

“No,” Peter explained, “but I’m watching her this weekend.”

Wanda made a noise of understanding and then fondness as Goose started to rub her face against Wanda’s palm.

“Then we should move inside, so Goose doesn’t make another attempted escape.”

Peter nodded in agreement and shifted his hold on the orange feline as they quickly finished the walk to the compound’s entrance. For good measure, Wanda made sure to use her powers to close the window Goose had escaped from earlier.

“Were you able to watch those videos I sent you the other day?” Peter asked.

Wanda shook her head, “I haven’t. We could watch them now?”

A large grin broke across the teen’s face in excitement as he nodded vigorously and an extra pep was put into his step.

She might not have been able to do what she had planned, but Wanda was glad she ran into the strange cat.

Chapter index: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

#Jagged’s fics #GITBES #Peter Parker #Goose (the cat)#Wanda Maximoff #Fanfiction #MCU fanfiction #Marvel fanfiction #Fluff #Peter Parker fluff #Peter Parker is a little shit #Goose is a little shit #slice of life fanfiction

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hualianschild · 28 days

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since it's the first of april let me talk abt my fav prank of tgcf is when xie lian made his communication array password be 'just recite the ethics sutra a thousand times' just cuz he thought he was being funny and I imagine it went like this

other gods : so, what's your communication array password ?? let's be friends

xie lian : just recite the ethics sutra a thousand times ^_^

other gods : ...

xie lian : the password is just recite the ethics sutra a thousand times

which led to no one talking to him in the first place during his first ascension meanwhile xie lian and feng xin just giggling together cuz of the joke

#oh xie lian your adorable little bean I LOVE YOU #he's such a genius for this ngl #what's the point if you don't make anyone speechless cuz of the shit you say with a straight face ???#happy april fool's day you goofy goose #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #xie lian #tian guan ci fu #mxtx #danmei #heaven officials blessing #hua cheng #hualian

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thatsrightice · 7 months

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Maverick and Goose may have just barely beaten Iceman and Slider at beach volleyball, but put them on a hard floor and Iceman and Slider will dominate. They rule the court on steel beach picnics no matter where the games played. In the hanger of the aircraft carrier? Yep. On the flight deck? Absolutely. On the elevator? You better believe it. You’ll be running in fear from Slider’s spikes as he launches himself into the air, set up perfectly by Iceman’s set. And Iceman’s blocks and tips will leave you bruised from diving to keep the ball off of the floor. Prepare to get your shit rocked because they bring the heat.

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ghouljams · 8 months

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As I'm finishing up writing about the first of the goslings I'm realizing that if I wrote this from Ghosts's pov it would mostly just be

"Oh God my wife is pregnant and everything in the world could hurt her and she doesn't even seem concerned."

Ghost is so stressed Goose's entire pregnancy because now he's got two people he could lose and one of them is the worst pregnant person in the world. Something about being pregnant makes Goose just determined to not be taken care of and it is driving Ghost up a fucking wall. He is clawing at the door trying to get her to let him do his service stuff and she will not let him. She's trying so hard to prove she can still do everything she could do before she was pregnant and won't accept the reality that she either can't or shouldn't for her own health. Which is just a nightmare for Ghost. Everything in the fucking world could hurt this woman and their baby and she is ignoring that fact for no reason but sheer stubbornness.

He wouldn't change Goose for the world but dear God. It is a miracle when she finally realizes she's pregnant, actually pregnant, like thats a whole baby shes cooking. It's like the fucking heavens have been opened and Ghost is finally allowed to baby her like he's wanted to for months. Then she's just the neediest thing in the world and Ghost is THRILLED.

#ghoul speaks #this is also where ive been trying to figure out how much of Goose's pregnancy to cover #and also where im like #i know Ghost realizes he has a little bit of a thing for seeing Goose pregnant #like holy shit thats his wife and his kid #not in like a trad wife way but definitely in a lowkey breeding kink way #the pregnancy does not dull their sex life i will just say that #and idk if people wanna read about that so ive been kinda skirting around it #ghost x oc #oc: goose

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moomoocowmaid · 4 months

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The skill of crafting one-liners is both a curse and a blessing in this dog eat dog world.

#irl harley excerpt #literally #freaky #goofy #silly goose #lol #silly goofy mood #evil #me devouring #original post #silly little guy #haha #funny #text post #freak #humor #textpost #shit post #shitpost

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purplearrowzandleather-blog · 1 year

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The Navy: We put Goose with Maverick in the hopes that his better tendencies would rub off on the little bastard

The Top Brass: And? Did it work?

The Navy: Yeah, we fucked up

Goose, in the distance: Mav, I dare you to do a rotating double backflip out of the gym rafters into the pool

Maverick: What do I get out of it?

Goose: My undying admiration and a hug

Maverick: Done

#top gun fandom #pete maverick mitchell #nick goose bradshaw #Maverick and Goose shenanigans forever #Goose be like: what a little shit #Imma encourage him #The Navy: NO!

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dyslexic-gremlin · 1 year

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Goose is the Best Emotional Support [ch. 4]

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Chapter title: Eddie Brock & Venom Symbiote

Notes: Basically just a bunch of fluff with Goose and Peter hanging out with people.

Main characters: Peter Parker, Goose, Eddie Brock, Venom

Important tags: Fluff, romance (ig?? kinda between V + Eddie)

Word count: 2127

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Saturday, 11:00 AM

Food.

Eddie sighed as Venom complained, again.

Food, Eddie. We need food.

We’ve still got a few miles to go, love. We can eat when we get there, promise.

Venom’s growl reverberated throughout their being and Eddie pointedly ignored it. After all, their need to make a cross-country road trip on a motorcycle was because of the symbiote. While the reporter never liked flying (due to being forced into a contained space that was very far up in the sky) he used to be able to take some drugs that knocked him out for the duration.

Ever since their merge, however, medicines either refused to work for them or caused them other problems. He still would have put up with it if not for the pain generated by the frequencies an airplane would emit. So, a drive it was.

The fact they needed to have the trip in the first place was also Venom’s fault. Well, technically, it was Drake’s fault when it came down to it. After all, he was the one who introduced symbiotes to Earth. But they were the ones who had gotten contacted by the Avengers and were forced to head to New York.

Why they couldn’t have had the meeting near their house was lost on the pair, seeing as there was an Avengers base on the west coast it could have been held at. But nope, they were told to make their way to New York for it. Damn self-entitled heroes.

To be fair, Stark had offered to comp the plane tickets or send one of his private jets to pick them up, but Eddie had to refuse. They had made decent time anyway with Venom taking the controls whenever Eddie needed to rest, and it was the beginning of day three when they pulled into the compound. Eddie was grateful for that fact because, while their motorbike was top-of-the-line (at least when Eddie had first bought it), it wasn’t comfortable to ride it for a long amount of time.

Eddie quickly parked their bike and jumped off it to stretch. He secured his helmet to the motorcycle and shrugged off his biker jacket. Without any prompting, Venom reached a tendril out and dug through the duffle on Eddie’s back to pull out a comfortable pullover. It probably wasn’t the best thing he should wear when meeting a group of superheroes, but neither of them cared enough (if they were going to drag them across the country then they can put up with his casual clothing).

He quickly tugged the hoodie on and eyed the cameras he could see warily. Even though there was a promise, after the threat of a lawsuit, that any recorded material of the pair would either be sealed or destroyed after the meet Eddie was still anxious. He begrudgingly trusted the Avengers, though, and strode towards the building.

“Where the hell is the entrance?” Eddie muttered while he scanned the area and shoved his hands into the jacket’s pockets. There didn’t seem to be any signs or directionals so the pair resigned themselves to walking around until they came across someone.

We could break down the wall–

No!

Thankfully it didn’t take long for them to see someone. It was a sturdy-looking man with a larger build who eyed them in suspicion. Eddie waved a greeting and he ignored Venom’s grumble about how uncool it was.

The man swiftly approached them with a frown, “I’m sorry, this is private property and only preapproved personnel are permitted. If you would allow me to escort you back to your car–”

When he saw the hand reaching for their person, Eddie knew he had to do something before his other reacted in his hungry, annoyed state. The reporter took a few steps back and raised his hands in a non-threatening manner.

“Uh, sorry. I’m Eddie Brock. Tony Stark asked me here, so..?”

The man blinked and took a moment to check his phone. At least he stopped approaching and even gave Eddie more time to reel Venom back in as he spoke to someone on an earpiece.

He’s just doing his job! Exacerbation seeped into his mental exchange, He’s probably security or something, we can’t eat him just because he’s doing what he’s paid to do.

He is in our way, keeping us from food. I can smell chocolate in the air… so close…

Their mental conversation was broken by a throat being cleared. Eddie turned to look at the man who had his arms crossed and only looked slightly more receptive.

“Follow me, please. Seems like you arrived earlier than expected.”

Without even a glance back to make sure he was being followed, the man started towards a glass wall. Well, he’s had worse welcomes.

“Hey, we’re a little hungry,” Eddie sheepishly admitted as he hurried after the man, not noticing his slip-up, “would we be able to get some food?”

What looked like a window turned out to be an automatic door. As soon as the three of them got close it opened inward with no resistance and an accompanying blast of cold air. All the pair got in response was a nod (either he was naturally quiet or he just really disliked them. Or both).

“Thanks, Mister..?”

“Hogan.”

At least they finally got a name so they could stop addressing him as ‘the man.’

I liked it.

Shut up.

Mr. Hogan led them past a reception desk (where the receptionist didn’t even look twice at them) and into an empty sitting room. He soon left with a promise to come back with refreshments, leaving the two to their own devices.

Just as Eddie was assessing the space they were in a young man with an armful of cat and chocolate wandered in. He stopped halfway through shoving a chunk of milk chocolate into his mouth (and it was weird that they could identify the type of chocolate just by the smell) when his eyes landed on Eddie.

Out of an impulse rather than anything else, Eddie waved yet again. This time it was accompanied by a genuine smile.

The kid opened his mouth to say something (maybe to question why they were there) when the cat in his arms snagged the remainder of his chocolate and squirmed their way to the ground. As soon as their feet touched the ground, they bolted to the seated partners. A bewildered squawk escaped the stranger while he reached for the cat.

“Goose! No! I don’t think you can eat that!”

Eddie had barely processed the situation when the cat, Goose, had bound up to them and deposited the lump of chocolate in their lap. Only a moment later did Venom shoot a tether out that consumed the chocolate whole. The pleased hmm the symbiote let out almost distracted Eddie from the literal child who was gaping at them. Shit.

“Oh. My. God!” the kid exclaimed. His tone sounded more excited than scared, which was surprising but good.

The only adult in the room stood up abruptly and he made sure to not hit the cat (Flerken, Eddie. She is a flerken)– made sure to not hit the flerken and flailed his hands, “Look, kid–”

Said kid had taken a few steps forward and absentmindedly supplied his name, “Peter. Not a kid.”

“Look, Peter,” Eddie would have taken a step back but their calves were already pressed against the front of the chair, “I’m sure there’s a completely reasonable explanation for whatever you think you saw! Lemme just think of one quickly…”

Venom never pulled his tether in from earlier and it swiftly morphed into the silky black ink of the alien’s head. Eddie saw Peter’s eyes widen at the display.

“For a reporter, Eddie, you are not good with words.”

“Okay, love, not what I need to be hearing right now, alright? We’re hungry and tired and now this kid– sorry– Peter here is probably in shock and his cat won’t stop rubbing our damn leg!”

Eddie ignored his other’s comment about how the correct species for the being currently pressed against them was a flerken. He didn’t have time to consider whatever that meant.

His words snapped Peter out of the daze he had been lulled into when he watched Venom materialize. He rushed forward and gathered Goose in his arms– then he began to struggle as the flerken tried her best to break free and reach out to the symbiote.

“I’m so sorry! Usually, she’s super chill and never jumps at strangers like that! Well, actually, she has been doing that more recently…”

Eddied paused the argument he had been having with Venom and turned towards Peter in confusion.

“That’s what you’re most worried about? Not the parasite oozing from my body?”

Venom growled at their partner, “Not a parasite.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Eddie placated and reached over to stroke Venom’s head soothingly, “y’know I mean nothing of it.”

The huff he got in reply would be the best he could get, so he took it.

“Well…” Peter spoke up and drew the pair’s attention from each other yet again, “I’m used to weird shit. I mean, if someone has a gooey alien S/O who am I to judge? Might as well just roll with it.”

Eddie blinked at him while Venom reached a tendril out to pet Goose (an action that calmed the cat flerken down enough that she stopped her struggle). Something had to be wrong with that kid because not even Annie and Dan accepted their relationship that fast. Whatever, he could also ‘roll with it.’

“Okay then. Anyway, thanks for the chocolate. We’ve been pretty hungry and Vee says certain foods are better for us than others.”

Peter just waved them off, his gaze still locked onto Venom’s form in interest. “No worries. May says I eat too many sweets anyway. It’s nice to meet you two! What’re your names?”

“Idiot, stupid Eddie. Forgetting introductions.”

“I’m sorry I was too busy panicking! Anyway, I’m Eddie Brock, and you can call him Venom.”

That finally made Peter’s eyes shift to the human part of their pair, though the interest in them didn’t diminish at all.

“Eddie Brock? Like the Brock Report? Oh, man! I loved your show! It’s so great to meet you. MJ’s gonna be so pissed she had to leave early.”

Eddie couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. Teenagers would be teenagers, he supposed. And fans would be fans.

“Excuse me,” a voice spoke from the other side of the room. Eddie was the only one who jumped (Damnit Vee, give me a heads up next time!) and they all turned to see Mr. Hogan standing there with a platter in his hands.

“Hey-ya, Happy,” Peter greeted him with a wave and a smile.

Mr. Hogan nodded at Peter and returned his smile, “Hi, Peter. Boss asked me to tell you to ‘stop bugging our guests and clean up that mess in Steve’s room.’”

Peter groaned and gently squeezed Goose against his chest. “It’s not my fault Steve threw Goose out a window! He had it coming. Who the hell reacts to a cat in their room that way?!”

Regardless of his complaining though, the kid sighed and pulled Goose away from Venom (an action that made both of them react with sad noises) before he headed towards the exit Mr. Hogan was standing in.

“She holds a grudge, y’know,” Peter advised the man as he passed by, “Steve won't even see her coming when she decides to enact more revenge.”

Happy just rolled his eyes and made a shooing motion with one of his hands. Peter paused his grumbling to say goodbye to both Eddie and Venom before he continued his way around the corner and out of sight.

“Now,” Mr. Hogan said as he turned to address the only people left in the room (he must have been briefed somewhat on their situation because the man didn’t even blink when he caught sight of Venom), “if you’d please follow me. Mr. Stark, Captain Rodgers, and Ms. Gamora are waiting to speak with you.

Before he turned to leave, Venom shot out a pair of tentacles to grab the platter from Mr. Hogan’s hands and pulled it close to them. Another tendril appeared and they started to shovel food into their gaping maw. That, at least, caused Mr. Hogan to pause for a moment in what was most likely disgust.

Eddie shrugged in a ‘what can you do?’ manner before gesturing for Happy to lead the way. After another second the man did, and Eddie followed. Hey, Vee, Eddie silently voiced to his partner as they walked and he kept eating, what’s a flerken?

Chapter index: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

#Jagged’s fics #GITBES #Peter Parker #Goose (the cat)#Eddie Brock #venom symbiote #symbrock #Fanfiction #MCU fanfiction #Marvel fanfiction #Fluff #Peter Parker fluff #Peter Parker is a little shit #Goose is a little shit #slice of life fanfiction

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