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celerieth · 8 months

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Goose's impact on the MCU (or how much was changed by one blue cube that was hacked up like a furball by a Flerken)

Does anyone think about what would have happened differently or just not happened at all if Goose hadn't hacked up the Tesseract like a furball? Well, I do. And these are my conclusions.

Most of Phase 1, which means Iron Man 1 & 2, Hulk and Thor 1 + Captain America; The First Avenger, would have been the same, but the post credits of Thor 1 wouldn't have happened at all, and the post credits of CA;TFA wouldn't have happened the same, because said post credits scene was basically an ad for Avengers 1, which leads me to...

S.H.I.E.L.D wouldn't have been experimenting on the Tesseract because they wouldn't technically have it. So no portal, which means no Loki, which means no Mind Stone/Chitauri Sceptre, which means Barton and Selveig wouldn't have been enslaved, which means the Avengers wouldn't have banded together, and there would be no Battle of New York. Basically, the entire film wouldn't have happened.

Iron Man 3 would have been pretty much the same, minus Tony's PTSD from throwing a nuke into the portal. Thor; The Dark World... well, Jane probably would have still been on that date and wound up with the Aether/Reality Stone inside of her, can't see how that might change. Whether that's something that could have been solved without Loki (since he'd still be missing, because Thor wouldn't have taken him back to Asgard because Avengers 1 didn't happen), is up for debate, but the Dark Elves would still be an issue. I can't see how they could be defeated, but for the sake of argument, let's say they're vanquished. Captain America; The Winter Soldier... I can't see it happening the same, because I can't think of how Natasha and Steve met without Avengers 1 happening. Guardians of the Galaxy... that'd probably be exactly the same, as well as Ant-Man.

Age of Ultron. Well, no Sceptre and no CA;TWS (the latter is just for the sake of argument, okay?) means no raids on Hydra bases to find the Sceptre, and no Sceptre means no Mind Stone which means Wanda would be an ordinary witch (according to WandaVision) and Pietro wouldn't have super speed. Also, they wouldn't have been experimented on with the Mind Stone, so they likely wouldn't be at the base anyway. And if they, the Sceptre and the Avengers weren't at the base, then Tony probably wouldn't have had that waking nightmare/trance thing (thank you, Wanda Maximoff) which would lead to him coming up with the terrible idea to 'build a suit of armour around the world', which means no Ultron. That and the lack of the Mind Stone means no Vision. And Sokovia wouldn't have been destroyed, which leads to...

No Sokovia Accords, which means the chain of events leading to the death of T'Chaka didn't happen, which means T'Challa doesn't become Black Panther. I'm not saying Killmonger doesn't show up, but T'Challa probably wouldn't be having to deal with it entirely on his own. Away from Wakandan politics, Civil War wouldn't have happened because a) no Avengers in the first place and b) no Accords for them to fight at a German airport about. Which means Ant-Man and the Wasp wouldn't have happened the same because Scott wouldn't have taken Hank's suit to Germany to be arrested in, which means he wouldn't be limited to his home by the law. Ava Starr probably would still be out there, but she'd likely be dealt with differently. Janet might have still been rescued from the Quantum Realm, but I'm not sure. Thor; Ragnarok wouldn't have happened because Thor wouldn't have had that vision in AoU, which meant he wouldn't be scouring the 9 Realms for other Infinity Stones. Also, Loki wouldn't have been there to cast that spell on Odin, so he might have lived a bit longer and decided to give Thor a heads-up about Hela. I stress the word 'might' here because he's a terrible father. Also, Dr. Strange and GotG Vol. 2 would have probably happened the same. I mean, I can't see why they wouldn't.

Due to Ragnarok not happening, the Asgardians wouldn't have been an endangered species of refugees when Thanos found them, assuming he even comes after them at all in this altered reality. Because without the Tesseract and Loki, why should he care about Asgardians, unless they were dumb enough to keep the Reality Stone on Asgard in this timeline? Not that likely. So, yeah. The attacks on Earth by the Black Order to try and get the Time Stone... might have still happened, but probably not in the same way, I'd imagine. Ebony Maw and Cull Obsidian would probably still have attacked the New York Sanctum Sanctorum (or the streets near it, whichever), but they might have been joined by the other two, since Proxima and Corvus wouldn't be seeking the Mind Stone in... wherever it was Wanda and Vision were hiding (I think it was Edinburgh, but I probably heard wrong). Which means they might have gotten to the Time Stone early, even with Tony and Peter helping Strange (oh, forgot to mention it earlier, but Spiderman; Homecoming probably wouldn't have been exactly the same, since the fight in the airport didn't happen, so Tony wouldn't have had that reason to seek out Peter, so probably wouldn't have given him the upgraded suit or taken it away). The Guardians of the Galaxy wouldn't have recieved Thor's distress signal, so wouldn't have been roped into this whole mess as soon, if at all. Several other events wouldn't have happened, which would mean no battle in Wakanda. That combined with Goose presumably still having the Tesseract inside themself would mean no completed Infinity Gauntlet, which would mean no Snap. So no Endgame or Phase 4-5 either.

So this got long. Sorry for everyone having to read it, but this literally just occured to me because I was rewatching the Marvels trailer and thinking about Goose. So... yeah.

#goose the cat #marvel meta #mcu meta

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honks-n-stonks · 1 year

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Uhh... hi! The name's Goose, and I do art! Sometimes. I also reblog a lot of stuff, mainly my interests, so watch out for that if that ain't really your style.

Speaking about my interests, here are some of my main ones! You'll hear me talking about the ones in bold a lot...

Monster Hunter (I play both Rise and GenU on the Nintendo Switch! AND I FINALLY HAVE WORLD ON PS4 YEAAAHHHHH)

Advance Wars

Puyo Puyo

... Battle Cats. yeah I'm going back into my BC phase

UNDERTALE (YELLOW)⁉️⁉️⁉️ help me there is cowboy in my brain. He won't LEAVE

Cookie Run ("I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN!!!??")

Brawl Stars

And here are some games I like to play... I might talk about these occasionally as well! (I play most of these on PS4, but games marked in red I play on Switch)

Don't Starve Together

Plants Vs. Zombies (GW 1 & 2, BFN)

A Hat in Time

Sackboy: A Big Adventure

Overcooked! (2 and AYCE)

Risk of Rain 2

Deep Rock Galactic (Haven't played this in awhile..)

Hollow Knight (I also need to start playing this again...)

Minecraft

Fortnite (very infrequent, but I hop on it for STW and stuffs from time to time)

Monster Hunter World (I FINALLY GOT IT!!!!)

Dragon Ball FigherZ (I am really bad at fighting games... still pretty fun though!)

Monster Hunter Rise (+ Sunbreak)

Monster Hunter Generations Ultimate

Risk of Rain Returns

Mad Rat Dead

Bomb Rush Cyberfunk

Uhh... not sure what else to put here! I'll edit this as time goes on.

Ah, right, DNI! Homophobes, Transphobes, NSFW, all that jazz. Basically... don't be weird. I really should make this part more in-depth sometime.

Oh, and here are some of the tags I use! uh, I've only used the art one until a few months back, so there's a good chunk of posts that are just. Untagged. Probably doesn't make a big difference though....

#house explosion.mp4 -> My art tag! (yeah.)

#not my art! -> Not my art!!!

#fowl rambling -> Me talking about stuff, may extend to tag-only rambling sometimes...

#who out here huntin they monster -> Monster hunter tag!

#straight from the box- the ask box! -> someone slipped me a letter in the askbox, and I responded!

🚨NEW TAG(S) BOYS !! 🚨

#honk of fame -> fave tag!!! good stuff I found!!! peak is here....

[🎃] #trick or tweet -> for all the trick or treating asks! Look, I know geese don't tweet, but let me have this...

#puyohunter au -> oh god. I monster huntered Puyo Puyo. You cannot stop me. ... There ARE other medias mixed in, but that's a secret... for now.

that's it! For now.

Oh wait, I just remembered...

I have one sideblog! 1!

@nonogram-hell -> Animal Jam sideblog... Been on a mini-hiatus here, whoops.....

Okay okay! Now that's it. Maybe.

(updated 4/1/24)

#yippee?

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themarysuep · 1 month

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i still get anxiety about how the mcu will handle Carol's ending in the mcu, considering the amount of significant female characters killed off(Natasha, Aunt May, both Marias, sacred timeline!Gamora, Jane Foster, Queen Ramonda, Wanda, assuming her death is permanent in MoM etc), like yes, Carol is one of the most powerful heroes in the mcu and it sounds selfish to say that I need her to live and have a happy ending so badly. Like give her the Steve Rogers ending, where she retires and get to live happily ever after with the Khans, the Rambeaus, Fury and Goose. And yes, I'm still bitter about Natasha's ending in endgame, like even if Scarlett was gone with marvel, they could've come up with a better ending for Natasha than having her die for the soul stone and miss out on the final battle. Carol deserves to live and retire for a peaceful life

It's really hard to predict Carol's ending in the mcu tbh. I was oddly okay with a few of these deaths except Natasha's. I felt that screamed misogyny and perpetuated the shitty treatment she received in previous phases of the mcu. It wasn't fair that the female lead of the mcu missed out on the final fight. I felt a lot of the other endings were okay plot wise. Although they need to start killing off some of the dudes tbh. Thor and Hulk and Clint and everyone just be walking around lol. They need to even it up.

For now I think Carol got her happy ending at the end of The Marvels. She said she was cold and lonely and couldn't breath in space. And now she's smiling and in the sun and back on earth and Kamala won't leave her side. And she brings a huge family and lots of happiness with her. I think that's as happy as it could get.

#carol danvers #captain marvel #the marvels #asks

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missamyrisa2 · 1 year

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Someone has been a bold lil ler lately..... youre gonna get the attention of some true lers ;) like a system of villainous ticklers.... Crimson Kat and Flower Mama for one ;)

Nhhhhh~~

Okay, soooo everyone should know ~ I know who sent this ask, and they are the most amazingly tickly beautiful person who teases the tickler right out of me with a flick of the wrist. Whenever I curl up and can't tease you all, it's either because I'm busy or this wonderful friend has teased me into oblivion and I'm currently trying to reassemble myself ~

And if you're not familiar with these particular characters ~ I've written some stories about them, and had some art commissioned featuring them. They are the most astonishingly evil ticklers my mind has ever met, crafted from the ground up to exploit my weaknesses effortlessly. Crimson Kat is a fiendishly inventive master of the tickle machines and taunting teases. Flower Mama by comparison is a walking burst of sensual overload who works exclusively low-tech to overwhelm me into madness.

The idea of a team up between the two is just too much. I can barely compose this thought. But I'm seeing Crimson Kat, her wall of hair bouncing teasingly as she dotes over her remote. My body is shining and polished with ticklishness, struggling in the grips of relentless mechanical minions. I might fade into tickled fuzzy exhaustion, were it not for Flower Mama cradling me supportively in this bondage sling. Her considerable bosom brushes my face, her doting words drifting over my overloaded giggly blushing face. The material of her soft matronly outfit brushes on my naked skin eliciting my helpless shivers. I beg for release and plead for more, speaking in nonsense. Flower Mama pats my head affectionately with a there there, her grip gently intensifying as I'm made to watch Crimson Kat's big evil smile as she holds up her remote and presses a button with deliberate slowness. A tube of silk descends from above, slowly ensconcing my bullied princess part in impossibly sensual material. It begins twirling and shifting, teasing my most royal sensitive area and tugging softly with a suction. I screech out giggle moans.

Flower Mama kisses my cheeks lovingly, her fingers drifting to catch my side with knowing pinches. Her other hand pokes an index finger into my ear as she whispers how beautiful I am, that this is good for me, this is where I belong, and that they will take care of me. Crimson Kat excitedly presses more buttons and summons feathers to be stroked on my most deathly erogenous zones ~ under my toes, fluffing my underarms. Robotic hands goose my tush to make me bounce into her wicked tube ~ and one naughty hand slowly and gently holds my royal jewels, grasping them like a curious lover. Flower Mama turns to the teasing questioning line ~ asking how often I fantasize about being tickled, prompting me ~ "and you touch yourself too when you think about tickling. Naughty, naughty."

The pair work in tandem to tickle me right to the brink ~ and with a knowing glance to one another as I bounce and gasp and moan and giggle ~ Crimson Kat smashes a red button on her remote, retracting all the tickly implements. Flower Mama snickers, stilling her motions and standing up, hands on her oversized belt. They snicker and delight, watching me endure the tingles of the tickly edge once more ~ and then without a warning, the wicked Kat presses to her remote and brings everything back - including a magic wand to buzz up and down the blowing sleeve ~ while Flower Mama descends upon me, her materials and plump form overwhelming my tickled teased body. They push me right over that edge this time ~ surging into a ticklegasm ~

And then they aren't done. Crimson Kat tosses her remote and pulls out a new one, a whole new phase of post-ticklegasm machinery to test. Flower Mama chuckles and prepares to demolish me with snuggles ~

~along with any of you other villainous types who want to join this party~!

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ch4tk4t · 6 months

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⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ graphic violence ⚠️Trigger Warning ⚠️

Comics Fangirl n°3 - Rated X

This review is about "X-force volume 1-issue 116/2001"

Plot by Peter Milligan

Art by Mike and Laura Allred

What's up my muties?

I remember it like it was yesterday. I read this article in the french version of Wizard magazine, deep in my first fangirl phase. It was centered on the events of X-force issue 116, and my prepubescent teen mind took note of the sex and violence seemingly center stage in this soft relaunch.

Years went by, and I stopped reading comics for a time, up until recently, when nostalgia brought me back. After catching up on most of the main X-titles, I recalled this Wizard article. Mind you, I'm less of a angsty edgelord, but I was still curious.

The story starts from the point of view of Axel Cluney, also known as "Zeitgeist" as he recalls his recurring nightmare. In it, he remembers the first time his mutant powers manifested, which resulted in his girlfriend at the time getting disfigured.

Axel is a celebrity now, the leader of a brand new X-force, whose name was decided on because the original team was too busy saving the world to actually copyright their title, the silly gooses!

They're a highly sponsored, televised, and commercialy driven team, packed with angsty, vain, and egotistical mutant celebrities. Edith Sawyer, also known as "U-go girl", the team's teleporter, is on performance enhancing drugs, there's frequent infighting, and the team just lost a team-mate. The replacement, Tike Alicar, the "Anarchist", does nothing to ease the already existing tension in the team.

Not only that, but it seems the polls are saying the public interest for the team is declining. But the team's publicist has just the thing to boost their public image. Classic "good guys against bad guys" action.

He sends them to take care of a ongoing hostage situation involving "Boys R us", a famous boysband. At first, all is well, the team even seems like it's getting along okay. But in his mind, Axel is still that traumatized kid, angry at the world. As he looks down at his admirers, he feels nothing but contempt.

He doesn't see the attack chopper coming.

Trigger Warning ⚠️ the following two images depict very graphic violence ⚠️Trigger Warning

As the dust settles, Axel realizes he finally remembers the girl from his dream's name. Perhaps now, he'll stop dreaming about her every night...

This issue ends on this gruesome note, with the hostages, the terrorists, along with most of the team, in pieces.

⚠️ End of Trigger Warning ⚠️

So that's volume 116 of X-force (soon to be X-statix). Needless to say, if you can't handle graphic violence, you're not going to have a very good time. The world depicted by the series seems a little darker than the rest of the Marvel universe, but also sometimes very human and down to earth. The serie's main topic is fame in general, and most specifically in regards to minorities. It pulls no punches, but it also takes time to humanize his characters. It tackles issues like race, sexuality, and later on even gender identity with a bluntness that sometimes hits hard. It faces head on diverse "superhero tropes" and sometimes subverts them, always in thought-provoking ways.

When it came out, the series struggled to sell much, and was canceled. It gathered quite the cult following since, mostly because it sticks out, with it's strong themes and amazing writting, along with Mike and Laura's GORGEOUS art.

Doop, the team's camera"man" has since made cameos in other X-titles, along with a miniseries in the early 2010s. There was also a Dead Girl miniseries before the team's relaunch in 2019. So if this seems enticing, you have a bunch of issues to look forward to. Remember to pirate this if you can, so your money doesn't help fund a genocide.

I give this issue a Doop/10

That's it for today's review. Talk to you soon, true believers.

Fangirl out.

#comics fangirl #comics review #comics #comic books #mike allred #laura allred #peter milligan #X-statix #x force #x men comics #x men #Comic Fan #Comic fangirl

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chelleztjs18 · 1 year

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Hello you mrs. honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag mother of hurricane Emily 😅

Do you guys have Raising Canes in Oklahoma? They have iced tea and its almost close to how southerners make tea. And their Texas toast is so good.

How are you this morning? Did you sleep alright?

I read Chapter 4! So there is still an epilogue? When will that come out? I don't think it was poorly executed.. just the last bits kind of went too fast? I'm not sure how to describe it. Also, I was waiting/hoping that R was going to kill Nat for murdering Wanda. Or after seeing Nat kill Wanda, something snapped with R and they're like holy shit what the eff 😳 hahahaha

Maybe you just have the winter fog. Don't best yourself up for a story if it doesn't do too well! You are still amazing for writing something and putting it out there 😁

Oh yah I know what you mean. Knowing what it was and actually looking at it, I was horrified. Sometimes when I think of food that way, it makes me not want to eat any type of meat. But chicken and steak is so good lol

Hm, gourd is like a..pumpkin but not really. Or squash. So this ampalaya is green, and how it looks it is long and has ridges. And when you cut it, there's seeds inside. I guess it a vegetable. 🤔

I still want to taste frog but at the same time I don't. Just thinking about how slimy and ugly it looks.. I don't think I can eat it. Even though I've had snails before. And that is slimy. But it's weird cause I cannot imagine myself eating oyster. Have you had snails? Or clams? Oysters? I don't remember if I asked you if you liked seafood. I know you like fish but only some fish.

I feel like I've asked you almost all the questions that a person would ask to get to know someone 😅🤣 I also don't remember what questions I have asked, so I don't want you to repeat yourself lol but I am not bored of you, ya goose.

Hm, my style of clothing... I like comfort. So, right now I am in my lazy clothes phase, just shirt and sweatpants. I only really dress nicely when I go out with friends, and that's just a polo/button up shirt and pants.

What's your favorite brand of shoes?

- CuriousGeorge

Corn-punn! Hi!

I think we do. CA has it too. Yeah their iced tea is good n i love their texas toast! Their chicken r tender too.

I woke up okay.. tired.. n still kinda down about my writing. I did another fasting today. N now im sipping a good iced coffee.haha.

Hows ur headache?

Yeah i thought the same. I went too fast. N i knew it wasnt good enough. I tried to make it longer but i couldnt. So yeah, i knew it was a bit anticlimatic. 😭

Yes there will be an epilogue. I dont even know if im gonna write it good or not.

Whoaaaa.. ur idea is pretty twisted n i love it. Trust me, i think u have a great imagination n mind.😁

Thank you for being sweet n try to cheer me up. I appreciate it.🥰

Haha yeah, meats r great if it's cooked perfectly. Beef is my favorite. I only eat dark meat for chicken. I like pork too. Seafood is actuallt the best.😅

Ah i see. The description sounds like an eggplant type of vegies.. i dont like eggplant because it looks like just how u drscribe the gourd.

Frog actually taste like chicken even softer. I just cant eat it thinking how it looks like before it's cooked. Plus when u see it the raw frog legs ready tk cook, it gross me out some part has like silver-ish color to it like a scales but not scales plus when it lays there acts like it's the sexiest animals but it's not. Ugh i just cant.

I tried aligator meat when i went to new orleans. It taste like chicken but i cant eat it either, thinking how ugly aligators r n look so dirty in the swamp. 🤢

I tried escargot /snails when i was on a cruise ship trip. It was amazing. It was baked in a simple garlic butter. It was delicious. I eat clams but i dont eat the big green clams.

N big no for me on oysters. I once try oyster shooter at a sushi place. It's a shot of sake with oyster in it, n they put something like caviar n salmon egs n a bit of sauce or something. I dont like it. Pluuuus i got food poisoning from the oyster. It was one of the worst night of my life, i threw up so bad. I even had to pulled over on the side of highway because i had to throw up.

As i got home, i keep throwing up all my guts all night long.. i even kept waking up n ran to bath room to dry heaving all night even when nothing comes out anymore from my stomach. N after that i was traumatized with sushi for a few months n i didnt eat sushi at all for a while. It was my first n last time tried raw oyster.

I tried grilled oyster in new orleans too, still not a fan of it. Haha.

Yes i love seafood but only shrimp, crabs, squid n octopus. Yes i only eat certain type of fish.

I dont mind if u ask the same question. Theres a high chance i probably not remember if u have asked me that question before.haha. so whatever question u hv in mind, u can ask me whether u hv asked me before or not.

I might asked the same question too since i hv a bad memories. Haha.

Ah i see. I like ur style of clothing. I am the same, i like anything comfy. I love jeans, long sleves or half long sleeve, jackets, cardigans or sweaters. I sometime wear dresses when it's needed but mostly i weat pants ,legging, jeggings or jeans. I wear high heels if it's needed.

My favorite shoes brand? Hmm Skechers, Sperry, and Keds. But i dont really care about brands, as long as it's comfortable, i'll wear it.

I dont care about designer shoes like gucci, or other brands if they r not comfy. U? N what type of shoes u like to wear?

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon answered #curious george anon

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aurumacadicus · 2 years

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Would a horseback nomads AU appeal to you? Horses are home. They provide milk and cheese and fuel. Making each other fancy horsehair jewelry. When different tribes meet up, it's always a festival, but when someone wants to switch tribes, they have to fake "steal" each other, of course with a horse chase. Marvelous Warbirds. Possible horse names: Goose, Avenger, Dummy.

Huh, til you can consume horse milk and cheese. For context, children are swaddled into special padded saddlebags when the tribes are moving:

"I'm going to steal Carol and Maria," Jim decided.

Tony and Natasha both swiveled around from their horses to face him. They stared, silent. Then they turned back to braiding their horses' manes.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Jim barked at them.

"I mean, both Carol and Maria are pretty good riders," Natasha offered. "I've seen them outpace faster horses than Dummy."

Jim immediately turned to pat Dummy's neck. "She didn't mean that, Dummy. You are a very fast horse."

Natasha gave him a look that conveyed both 'he is not a very fast horse' and 'sir, your horse's name is Dummy.' "Okay."

"And what's your problem," Jim continued, ignoring her, and turned to Tony with a scowl. "Usually you're hyping me up."

"If you steal Carol and Maria, you won't have time left for me," Tony mumbled petulantly, shoulders hunching up around his ears. "Like Pepper and Happy."

"They are literally just in their honeymoon phase and will be happy to cuddle you when they're done," Natasha reminded him, in a tone that made it clear this wasn't the first time she'd said it to him.

Jim reached out to put his hands on Tony's shoulders and turn him around. "Tony," he said, somber. "We are a package deal until I can marry you off. I'm not going anywhere. If Carol and Maria don't like it, I'll hand their reins back to them."

"Marry him off," Natasha sputtered, bewildered, when Tony leaned in for a hug and Jim gamely hugged him back. "No, go back, you'd allow divorce for this? What the fuck?"

"Tony has a habit of looking for love in all the wrong places, so I'm in charge of his love-life," Jim explained, and Tony nodded along happily. "I'm angling for someone from that Rogers tribe hopefully."

"I fucking hate it here," Natasha muttered, because she wanted to be surprised, but she also remembered when someone from the Stone tribe attempted to steal Tony and Jim had ridden Dummy out to tackle him and beat the shit out of him while Tony escaped.

.-.

"I think we should steal James Rhodes," Maria said.

"I agree," Carol answered, then continued, "What are we going to do with the saddlebags he comes with, though?"

"Don't call Tony a saddlebag," Maria sighed, rubbing a hand down her face. "Jim is so protective of him. He might punch you even if he does let us steal him."

Carol opened her mouth for some sort of retort, then closed it again, looking stunned. Finally, she said, "Maria."

"I hate when you say my name like that," Maria admitted, because usually Carol was going to say something outlandish afterward.

"We could put him in a saddlebag," Carol told her.

Maria stared at her, astonished by her gall. "He is not a child. It would be offensive."

"I'm gonna go ask Fury if anyone has a saddlebag that big," Carol said, ignoring her. "He knows everything about everyone."

"Tony is not Jim's child," Maria called after her. "He's Jim's friend."

"Okay but I watched him chase down and beat Tiberius Stone within an inch of his life like a guardian would, so clearly something's up with them. I'll put him on Goose, so you don't have to worry about overloading Avenger," Carol continued, marching toward the head tent.

"WE ARE NOT PUTTING TONY IN A SADDLEBAG," Maria bellowed, chasing after her.

#aurumacadicus answers #au ask meme #marvelous warbirds #joke's on you maria #when you and carol come to collect his things to join your tribe #tony happily gets in the saddlebag #carol is insufferably smug about it

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all-of-the-imagines-for-eve · 3 years

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A Heart, A Brain ~ J.J. (part 2)(final)

A/n: I loved rewriting this so much oh my god. I hope you love reading as much as I loved writing!! This series featured a super toxic pairing and I hope that I fixed it. It feels better to me, let me know what you think!

Word Count: 5800+

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After Jughead’s realization, the entire world seemed to turn on its head. Y/n came back to school, her emotions mostly under control but her awkwardness and anxiety active around Jughead for the first time ever. As if her stiffness had been a signal, Jughead began shy and displaced, as if being around Y/n had lost the ease he once had taken advantage of. Now everything was so hard and complicated for both of them and it was murder. For the first time, Y/n and Jughead were scrambling to keep the single biggest secret from each other, and neither of them knew how to hide something now that it had been revealed. Now that it had been said.

How did you pretend something wasn't there when it sat smugly in front of you?

For Jughead, it felt almost like a sin. You were the sun, and he was the moon. Both worked together, but he only shone when he was reflecting you. Otherwise he was just a piece of rock floating in the sky. He wasn't... special. You were special. He couldn't shake the idea that maybe you did deserve someone like Archie, even after the red head told him a million times he'd only said he liked Y/n to get Jughead to admit his feelings. It seemed cruel to Jughead, when it was so obvious to him that Y/n could never and would never like him back. How could she?

Y/n came from the angle that they were too close to each other. They had always been together, and knew everything about each other. Y/n had been there for most of Jughead's birthdays, and knew first hand why he hated them so much. They had seen each other's awkward phases and cringey obsessions. They were childhood best friends, and had spent very little time without being confident they could depend on the other. Wasn't there a point you just knew too much about a person? A point you'd been there too long? No art was still beautiful if you were looking at the individual strokes instead of how they came together. They saw each other under a microscope; how could that be a good thing? Betty tried to point out that Y/n was in love with Jughead despite all of this, but it did nothing to convince Y/n that Jug could feel the same.

What actually kept them at bay was the fear. They had found safety and comfort in each other. Home. Putting that at risk was terrifying, and since both of them were unsure, they'd leaned back on convincing themselves it was impossible.

Veronica was the one to come up with the next step. They'd lost track on which exactly they were on, but it was obvious the next thing they needed to do was convince the two that either there was hope, or that the risk was worth it. Unfortunately, talking down from strong feelings that refused to be ignored was something Y/n had perfected, so if they were going to get anywhere with this, it would have to start with Jughead.

Betty had taken this one, sitting down with Jughead and slowly pulling out his reason why he was so sure nothing could go anywhere with Y/n. He had broken even faster than they'd thought, which was saying quite a bit. Now he was looking outside the Blue and Gold office, watching the wind push and pull at the greenery outside.

"She's so amazing, Betty." He scowled. "And I'm..."

"Crazy smart?" Betty offered. "Loyal? Protective? Driven? Strong? Dependable? Kind? Accepting? Passionate? Talented?"

Jughead shot her a look. "Weird."

Betty raised an eyebrow. "And? We're all a little weird, Juggy."

That seemed to set Jughead off. "I'm not just a LITTLE weird Betty, I'm the goose in the duck nest, okay? I- I'm from the South Side originally, for starters. I mean I might have grown up in Riverdale, but both of my parents are staple South Side people. They belong there. There home is there, and even if they ended up here it doesn't mean that people don't look at me and think of the South Side. See some moody emo kid and see some creepy dangerous little weirdo. I mean, Reggie might have been the first person to accuse me of killing Jason but there was no way he was the first to think of it. I am a smear on the otherwise perfect canvas that is Riverdale High, and most people would love it so much better if I wasn't here at all."

"Y/n doesn't care about any of that," Betty shushed, a glare growing on her face.

Jughead breathed sharply out of his nose. "And then there's the fact that we're in high school. Those relationships never go anywhere, and usually when they do then it gets icky. You grow up and become new people and-"

"And your relationship changes, but your love doesn't," Betty interrupted. "Yes, most love fails. But that's because most love in high school is superficial. It's silly and underdeveloped. It's puppy love. Meaningless and nonsensical. You and Y/n are so different, Jug. It's real and full and large and strong. You're apart of each other. You mean everything to each other."

"Can you imagine what would happen if we got together? What it would be like if we failed? If we messed it up?"

Betty smiled. "If," she mused.

Jughead glared. "When," he corrected. Betty rose an eyebrow again and Jughead swallowed. "I... I want her in my life forever, B. There's something so easy about what we have right now. Familiar, simple. Why complicate it with love? Why mix it up with nonsense and new territory and chaos? I mean, there's something irreplaceable about friendship. She will always be my best friend. We will always have a special friendship, like you and me and me and Archie and me and Veronica. None of those are the same. Each one is vastly different and special and amazing, and don't overlap. Veronica is the person to go to when you want some information, or some fun. You go to Archie for someone who's going to help you, even if it's to hide a body. You're the one to go when I'm lost with someone. The person who asks the right questions and refuses to back down. Y/n is the one I go to when you need comfort and grounding and a gentle touch and a warm smile. I can't... replace that. But, people replace partners all the time."

A very tender look crossed Betty's face. "Juggy, you're not insignificant as a boyfriend. You're just as amazing. And I know that probably doesn't mean much coming from me, considering all we've been through. But... I mean it's like how I am with Veronica and Archie. The things that used to be special with Archie; the reasons I turned to him and feel in love with him. It's different than how it is with Veronica. Different love might have different flavors, but they're all the same kind of treat. It's like chocolate cake and vanilla. Some people prefer chocolate, or hate carrot cake or don't like cake at all, but it's still cake. There are some things I can't do with Veronica, because it reminds me of Archie. Some things I can do, but it's not the same because Veronica doesn't care about it like Archie did. Separation is hard, no matter what shape that love takes. But I've learned that if you are both willing to grow and change and adapt as you go, there's no love you can't fix. It's always hard, but never impossible. Always worth it though."

Jughead picked at his nails. He didn't want to say what he was really thinking. Betty could tell he was holding something back so she reached out, placing her hand over his. He looked up at her, and there was a tenderness in his eyes as he did so. "Betty I-" He closed his eyes, hanging his head.

"Go ahead," she encouraged. "Talk to me, Juggy."

Jughead sighed, pulling his hand from hers. "You know when I realized I liked you, it made so much sense." Betty's lips pressed together, uncomfortable with the subject change but knowing that Jughead brought it up for a reason. "Growing up, people seemed to see the world differently than me. Like they were watching a different movie, or living life with a different filter. Even Y/n... The questions I had. The things that irritated me. How hard I fought. My generally sarcastic, pessimistic disposition and the doom and gloom storm cloud that I tend to be in every social situation. Even Y/n... I mean we balance each other out a lot, but it's only because we're so opposite. She's warm and comforting and bright and positive and encouraging. I'm..." he shrugged. "I don't fit in, and neither does Y/n. Not really. But she could if she tried, and that really made a difference between us very early on. If not for me, she might have even been popular.

"You were the first person who got it," he finally concluded. "You were confused and intrigued by the same things I was. You fought for answers just as hard as I did. You were open minded and didn't care about reputation more than you cared about people. Someone gave you an easy answer and didn't just accept it like SO many people in Riverdale do. And... you understand darkness. You don't shy from it, even if it terrifies you."

Betty's eyes find Jughead's. "What's the point of this, Jug?"

Jughead sighed. "When I... when you..." He shook his head. "We had a really good thing going. Our group was solid and worked so well. You and me especially. It was amazing. When I made a move on you, it was never the same after that. You saw it with you and Archie when he realized how you felt. There's this slight distance. Slight hesitance. The way it was so awkward to be alone so long after that night, or the way that Veronica still pulls you closer whenever we get too close together or get too excited about something, as if seeing you engage with me and get close to me makes her nervous. Makes her need to remind me who you chose. There's that hesitance even now when you kiss Veronica, like it's going to hurt me. And I mean that was months ago, and I had a minor crush on you for like a week - I couldn't care less. If anything, seeing you happy is awesome. But that... space. It's still there, and in one way or another it will always be there. I mean, I don't know about you but I've seen the way that Archie used to look at Veronica when you two first started dating. Like he was realizing that..." He stopped, but he didn't have to say anything.

Veronica had long since called Archie out for being an idiot. He had turned down Betty because he saw her as perfect and unattainable, not because he didn't love her. When Veronica and Betty had started dating, Veronica had set Archie down after the red head had shot them jealous looks and had to swallow comments he knew he had no room to make. The Lodge girl was too good at spotting competition and too good at shutting it down as soon as possible. Things were fine and Archie had moved plenty on, but it had never gone quite back to normal. Not even between Veronica and Archie, who had their seven minutes in heaven and a few stolen looks and longing sighs before that as well. The only ones who had their shit together was Veronica and Jughead, and then Archie and Jughead, who'd never felt any attraction for each other.

Betty sighed. "And you're right, it's different-"

Jughead shook his head. "You don't understand, so much has already happened. Everything has already shifted so much just with you guys trying to get me to admit I like her, and then it spiraled completely when you were successful. Everything's weird now. Stiff and impossible and, just, OFF. I can't have this with her. She's my home. Losing that would... I would lose everything if I lost her. The easiness we have, it's the closest I've felt to any kind of family since my mom left. Even then, when my family was here we fought so often and struggled so much. Y/n is the only place I haven't had to struggle or fight or trek some uphill battle I'm eventually going to lose anyway. Everything else, everyone else, has been the bolder that Sisyphus was pushing up the hill, and I was the idiot stupid enough to keep trying when the bolder hit the bottom of the hill for the millionth time. With Y/n..."

When he grew quiet, Betty placed her hands on the table, interlacing her fingers. "Here's the question Jughead. The only one that matters. Do you want to spend the rest of your life pretending that you're fine with what you have now, and let it destroy you in the future? Or do you want to take the chance now and try for something new? Because you can't go back, and that's for the better. You were both suffering. And one day, she would have tried for a romance with someone else. Or you would have found someone who wasn't already dating someone else, and then the relationship would have crumbled as both of you agonized... So what you might have now may be familiar and easy, but at the potential of so much more - what you've both wanted for AGES, isn't a little risk worth it?" Jughead wouldn't look at her, especially once she added, "It may not have been worth it for me and Archie, but it was worth it for me and Veronica. It may not have been worth it with me, but I guarantee it'll be worth it with her."

Jughead didn't have anything to say to that.

It was days like today that denying his feelings for Y/n became absolutely unbearable. She sat across from him, reading a book as she slowly ate the fries and shake she’d ordered. Jughead had his computer out, trying to write and for the first time in a while being absolutely unable to. It wasn't that he had writer's block - Jason's case had brought out the endless inspiration that Jughead had never been able to access before. No, right now it was the fact that he was endlessly distracted by the way Y/n smiled at whatever scene she was reading. The way her fingers would sometimes trace her lips as they always did when she was holding in laughter.

She was so devastatingly beautiful that Jughead felt himself suffering. He realized that he'd felt this feeling a hundred times before but had always dismissed it, writing it off as a bad day at school or home, or general displeasure with the world. Now he couldn't lie though. All he could do was close his laptop and pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to orient his mind enough to just angle away from thinking of her. If he couldn't stop the thoughts completely, perhaps he could just... direct them slightly to the left a little.

His attempts were abruptly shut down as Y/n looked up from her book as he closed his laptop, her smile fading at the stress etched into every detail of his face. Worried, she had put her book down and scooted to Jughead's side of the table they sat at, moving to his side as she reached out, gently running her nails over his back in a way that had always calmed him before. "You okay, Jug?" She asked with a soft voice, full of love and care and worry.

God he was going to keel over right then and there.

He looked over, going to reassure her and brush it off. He was distracted though by Y/n's wide eyes and lips parted with concern. Her nails on his back sent shivers down his spine as his eyes first locked onto Y/n's lips and then quickly shot up to her eyes, trying to escape the urge to kiss her. Unfortunately, her eyes were just as beautiful as her lips were tantalizing - making them equally as distracting.

How had he ever existed next to Y/n before now? How had he never melted under her touch? Sizzled when her gaze touched him? How had this ever been normal and okay? How had he not come undone at the sound of her voice? He had done it once. He couldn't remember how now, but he had.

When Jughead froze, lips parted to speak but no words coming out, Y/n frowned, growing even more worried. “You’ve been weird ever since you went on that hang out with Archie…”

“I’m fine,” Jughead lied.

Y/n rose an eyebrow. She hated it when he hid stuff from her. Usually it lead to break downs or blow ups. They hadn't lied to each other in ages. Y/n couldn't remember the last thing he'd hidden from her. Hell, she'd known when he left his dad's house. That FP was a Serpent. She was the one person he trusted more than anyone, sometimes even more than himself. She couldn't even imagine what he could be hiding from her after all they'd been through. All she knew was it made her anxious.

Whatever had him so nervous must have been ground breaking, and although she wouldn’t push too much because she respected his space, the protectiveness she felt made her want to be a little nosey. A little pushy.

“You know I love you, right, Jug? You’re my best friend…”

Jughead smiled shakily, his heart ramming at her words, which felt so different to his ears that heard things so differently than he had before. “Yeah. I know.” She nodded and faced forward, returning to her book. He would feel guilty for lying to her, but this way he would come to her a lot more easily, in his own time when he was ready. She had always been patient enough to wait for him, and that was no different now.

It was Veronica who convinced Jughead to actually try to see if Y/n liked him back. Her argument was that if she did and he wasted the opportunity, then they'd both suffer for no reason at all. All he would have to do is just... try. Pay attention, from an outside perspective. No clouded judgement, or personal bias. Not to see how they were as them just being them, or for him to dismiss things for whatever reason.

His challenge was mostly to compare his relation to Y/n to his relationship with Archie. A challenge he accepted, always willing to collect proof one way or another. He really did try, opening his mind and constantly thinking of the way he interacted with Archie at the front of his mind when he analyzed the things that went on between him and Y/n.

It began one day when he was sat at Y/n's kitchen table, working on his book. From his position, he had a perfect sight of the mirror in the bathroom since the door was open. Usually Jughead was immersed in his book, and he had been a few moments ago until he'd felt eyes on him as a movement at the corner of his vision had pulled his gaze to the mirror, where he could clearly see Y/n moving around as she leaned from a upright position, where she'd been reading, to leaning sideways as she leaned her cheek on her hand. She was watching him, her eyes tracing his shoulders and back and arms almost... admiringly. A smile rose to her face, sweet and giddy, before she returned to her book.

The smile did not leave her face the rest of the evening. He asked her about it but she dismissed it as a scene in her book. Knowing that it was because of him brought to light the blush that came to her cheeks, something he would have dismissed as a cause of the book as well if he hadn't known better.

Another day, he was talking to Betty about the case, trying to pull together some pieces that were dancing just out of reach. As it grew quiet to leave space for him and Betty to consider new questions and evidence, Jughead noticed that feelings of eyes on him again. He didn't hesitated to look over at Y/n. She was looking at her hands, but that same smile was on her lips... His brain registered suddenly that there was a piece of hair swinging, as if she'd jerked her head suddenly, and he suddenly found himself wondering if he'd just missed her stealing glances at him again. He looked back up at Betty and she nodded. Yep. Y/n had been admiring him again, while he was talking.

He caught that smile again and again, more as he began to really look for it. At night he went over it, trying to figure out exactly which emotion caused it. He could say there was maybe some admiration, or it might have been just her being lost in thought. He would have dismissed it as teasing, or shyness at some romance happening in her novel. But that's not what it was, he knew that now.

When he finally placed the exact look on her face, he found himself blushing. She had looked at him... dreamily. Even when she was looking at something else, she wasn't seeing it. Her eyes were unfocused, her smile sweet as her mind wandered. Wandered to him. Wandered through daydreams. Daydreams about him.

Jughead began to notice other things too, like how touchy she was. Had she always been that touchy? That close to him? There was no concept of personal space between them, and no matter how many tests he ran with subtle hints, she just didn't pick up on it. Even if he completely moved his position, she would find some reason to get up and then find herself sitting right next to Jughead again. They were always within touching proximity, whether it was their arms or shoulder, waist or hips, thighs or calves or feet.

On top of the passive bumping or brushing, Y/n seemed to take any and every opportunity to grab Jughead's arm or mess up his hair. Her hands always seemed to find him, even if it was to grab his arm or tug on his wrist or shove his chest or tap his shoulder. Always playful and seemingly meaningless, but ever present nonetheless. Jughead had lost count of how many times she had wanted to show him something or introduce him to someone or bring him somewhere, interlacing their fingers before tugging him after her as she shot off to drag him somewhere.

The most startling observation wasn't how Y/n was with him, but how he reacted to her, without his permission or him meaning to. How contagious her laugh or smile was. How much he loved all the ways she found to touch him. feeding off of it more and more as he recognized it. How no matter what he was feeling or how bad the world got, Y/n could always make it better. Brighter. Lighter. Her expressions were always so engaging for him, flawless and beautiful. She could just sit there and t would take his breath away. The little ways she cheered him up, and how it always worked even if he was aware of it.

The scariest realization was that he had never felt like this before.

Not even with Betty.

Noticing all of that begins to drive him crazy, and he finds a need for her growing in his chest. Anytime he sees her he wants to be near her, nearer than he is. He wants to hold hands and stare at her while she talks. He wants to get her to laugh. He wants to hug her and cuddle and god he wants to kiss her so badly. He wanted to hear her say his name and talk about all the stupid things that had made her feel little blooms of warmth in her chest. He was whipped, drowning in her and only finding himself wanting more. It was driving him crazy, crazier than he'd ever been driven before.

He was coming undone.

Y/n did not miss the new way Jughead engaged with her.

Every time he was around her, he was hyper and jumpy. He’s over aware of everything, and she can’t even lay her head on his shoulders without him clearing his throat, let alone lay her head on his stomach like she used to be able to without him jerking underneath her. All her touches make his breath hitch. Every time she looks over to check on him and catch his little moments, he’s already looking at her as if he knew she was going to look over. Every time she comes in contact with him, he either relaxes and melts into the touch, or tenses and clears his throat before pulling away.

Jughead becomes unpredictable, switching from soft and warm and affectionate to distant and awkward and stiff. Sometimes she'll get too clos to him and he'll get shy and quiet and start blubbering and blushing. Sometimes he'll go rigid and then melt, becoming a pool as he pulls Y/n even closer. The way she was never sure whether he needed space or craved closeness was making things between them a game of touch and go, and walking on eggshells was getting tiring.

Did he want her to go away or to stay close?

Of course, her mind started to spiral into overload. Had she done something wrong, but he didn't want to bring it up? Had she made him uncomfortable and he was trying to play it off? Maybe she'd done something that had gotten under his skin, and he was trying to brush it off and go back to normal but was finding it impossible to move around. That made no sense though. What could possibly get between them after all of the things they knew about each other. There was only one thing she hadn't told him...

Shit.

The thought that Jughead had pieced together that she liked him and was either trying to ignore it, or trying to find some way to let her down gently drove her insane. It wasn't long before she finally snapped. "Jughead, we need to talk."

The dark haired boy felt his heart squeeze in his chest. He hated that sentence. "Okay, what's up?" They moved away from the crowd of teenager, toward the end of the hallway where no one would pay too much attention to them.

Y/n took a deep breath. "Everything seems to kind of be falling apart," she began. "You seem to be awkward around me, as if balancing between pushing me away and pulling me close. I feel like..." She sucked in a breath. "I feel like I'm losing you here, Juggy." She had always been blunt with him like this, and usually Jughead loved it but right now he wished the Earth would open up under his feet and swallow him whole.

Veronica, Betty and Archie, who had hid around the corner the second they'd seen Y/n and Jughead branch off from everyone, exchanged eager looks. As much as Jughead didn't appreciate this moment, they sure did.

For a second, Jughead tried to play it off. Tried to avoid this moment for just another day, because god she looked so gorgeous right now and he was feeling more insane than ever and goddamnit Veronica why had she started him on this whole challenge to begin with? "What do you mean?" He played it off well, surprisingly, but even his fairly good acting couldn't hide the weirdness he'd expressed these last few weeks.

“What did I do?" If she had asked anything else, Jughead might have been able to ease into it. Talked himself out of it, even. Been able to play it off. But she hadn't asked something else, she had asked that. She had seen something was wrong and blamed it on herself, and her voice was so full of regret and desperation that it ate at Jughead's heart.

"Y/n you didn't do anything," Jughead reassured soothingly, his hand resting on her cheek.

She seemed to take comfort in his touch, allowing herself to fall silent for a few beats. Her eyes closed and she sighed, as if in relief. This moment was so far from platonic that Jughead's heart picked up in his chest. After her minute though, her eyes opened and she looked at Jughead with insistence. "Please talk to me. I'm worried about you. About... us," she added hesitantly. "What's going on? What am I missing?" She didn't lean away from his touch, and it made Jughead realized that this girl would put herself through anything. Pining, settling for daydreaming, yearning, stealing looks. Wanting what she would never allow herself to reach for.

Anything so that she wouldn't lose him.

It was that final realization that made it really click in Jughead's brain. The others were right, this had gone on too long. The torture that Jughead was going through, the insanity and hesitance and confusion and tip toeing and aching... Y/n was going through it too. It had hurt him, but more importantly it had hurt her.

Seeing him get lost in thoughts, Y/n reached out and gently rested her fingers atop the hand Jughead still had on her face. "Jug?" she whispered, leaning slightly to draw his eyes back to her. "What's going on in that head of yours? I can't read you like this. That's... new for me. I can usually always read you. What's going on, Jug? You can tell me, I promise. You can tell me anything, it'll be okay. We'll figure it out."

Those words reach into his gut and hit some kind of chord. Whatever it is, his body surges with adrenaline. Adrenaline and courage. Courage like when he'd had the guts to kiss Betty, except so much stronger than that moment because there was so much more behind it. He almost laughs at how he once thought what he felt then was love. That pales in comparison to this, in every single way. Down to every single detail. From the adrenaline that runs through his veins, to the absolute euphoria that replaces it when their lips actually touch. His hands are on her face and her hands are grabbing his shirt and they're pulling each other as close as possible and there's no room for air or thought or function other than them, in the hallway, lost in this moment forever. Neither wanted it to end so they both drown in the other.

Y/n melts into Jughead, whose weak knees offer no help as he leans back with her. Luckily they were in a corner and his back falls gently against the wall behind him. They are pulling each other again, her pressing him into the wall until her body and his body become one. Their body.

It's a whole new feeling. An amazing, wonderful feeling. It's a rush that touches them time and time again in waves, each wave bringing new energy that makes them feel even more alive than before. Suddenly there's so much light and energy and life between them it feels impossible, and then suddenly there's even more. It creates this weird sensation that before this moment, they were just ghosts. Half alive, drifting. Now they are on fire, alight and animated and blazing.

Her hands move from his chest to his hips, and another sensation arises. One that's as if they're really touching for the first time. As if they'd never really experienced contact before, not until now. Not for real. Not completely. Not like this.

Before it was nothing, and now its everything all at one and it's overwhelming and amazing and wonderful. She's grinning and he's vibrating. There are explosions and a rushing sound in their ears and it's so loud and vibrant that anything else pales in comparison. They can't focus on anything other than each other. There is only this space, their bodies pressed together. Them, here, now. It's all that matters. Nothing else. No one else. Nowhere else.

It seems centuries before they lean away. A string of eternity, but compressed into a single second. Rushed. Gone too fast, too soon, leaving them wanting desperately for more. They stand there, stunned, looking at each other with wide eyes. There's a beat as time comes into its proper conception and the world and people come back into color again. Finally, they look away from each other, trying to orient.

The first thing they notice is Archie, Veronica, and Betty literally jumping in celebration. Their whooping and hollering and cheering is so loud that everyone else in the hallway is looking, and Jughead and Y/n both go extremely red in the face.

Before Jughead can get distracted by their friends, he reaches out and interlaces his fingers in Y/n's. She looks back at him, her eyes soft and her face glowing. "I love you, Y/n." It's so simple and gentle that Y/n feels her heart swell. The sincerity in his voice is so undeniable that she cannot question or dismiss it, and the urgency in that instance is so much that she cannot take it as anything other than what it is. His eyes are lit up so bright it's electric, and his lips are curved in a smile. Lips that had just said the words she’s been wanting to hear since they were eight, and she realized that she didn’t see him as just a friend. Since she was thirteen and she realized she was in real, scary love, and that it wasn’t going away anytime soon.

There is a sudden messiness to her. An untamed wildness as she releases the feelings and thoughts she has so fervently controlled and guarded until this moment. “I love you too.” Her voice is so full of emotion that she has to suck in another breath. “I’ve loved you all my life.”

With nothing else to say, he kisses her again, softly and shyly. This one is quick and soft and when they pull apart, the others finally run out of patience run over. They pull the two apart completely and Archie is busy messing up Jug’s hair and smiling like a proud big brother while V and Betty are hugging and squealing over Y/n, who is laughing happily. Then Betty is grinning while Veronica swings Jughead's hands, singing about how she told him so, and Archie is hugging Y/n with such firmness and joy that Y/n laughs.

That night some people would have said there were five people.

But I was there.

And there were four.

A blonde girl with a shining smile, a red lipped beauty with eyes that saw all, a redhead jock with a heart that spoke in lyrics, and a being of something magical and amazing.

A being made of a heart, and a brain.

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the-great-chimera · 3 years

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Tag yourself:

- carrys bandaids on them because the others constantly get hurt.

- was in a serious conversation at least once but it was interrupted by a frog that CLEARLY needed to immediately be caught and befriended.

- draws on everything, fuck you you are getting a knife wielding goose scribbled on your arm in pen and you are gonna like it.

- picks up small things like a ferret, bonus points if you give/make these little things to your friends bc they are worthy of your small gifts of affection.

- TIME TO SCREEEM

- sits upside down bc fuck the system. You can tell me what to do >:(

- cat everything

- drinks so much coffee they are phasing through the 4th dimension, espresso is not the only thing they taste I'm pretty sure they can taste time.

- wants to hold friends hands, swing swong arms because :) plz I am attention starved and crave platonic affections.

- you probably eat croissants weird, you peel each layer of it like a cursed-bread-banana.

- entirely too many pencils, what does any sain person do with that many pencils. Are you okay?

- pigeons with hats are actually the shit fuck you.

- Tries to put flowers on friends bc " you look pretty too!" :D +bonus points for flower crowns!!

@lovelesslovers

@fanficfroggie @t0xicgr33nz @kazuichi-babey

#tag youself #:D #i lied im not sorry #all of these things are things i do #im literally just describing myself #tag yourself #tag your mutuals #tag your fandom

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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ok so i think we've all felt undervalued by a friend or like you're not a priority to them while they're your first priority (or am i just petty? maybe.) i want to know how you think steve would act if he felt undervalued by billy (friends or dating) i rlly like your writing sorry i'm asking a lot.

don’t apologize for requesting stuff! I love getting these.

Also it’s big projecting time

“You wanna go out tonight?” Billy was hopping as he tugged on his jeans.

“Can’t tonight. Goin’ out with some of the guys from the shop.” Steve bit his bottom lip.

Billy had started working at the autoshop down by Family Video, the owner had taken him under his wing, and Steve was glad Billy had made some friends, had some positive men in his life.

And he was excited that Billy had made friends in this town when Billy announced he was going out with them after their Friday closing shift.

But then he kept going out with them, and started hanging out with them more than Steve.

“Have fun.” Billy swooped down, kissing Steve on the forehead before booking it out of their little apartment.

Steve huffed, slumping back onto the bed.

He kinda felt like he could cry.

He and Billy hadn’t gone out together in weeks.

Billy was barely home for dinner these days.

It made Steve feel like when he was in high school, with parents that were never around and friends that didn’t give two shits about him.

He called out of work, couldn’t really bear to be seen or interacted with today.

He stayed in bed all day, counting down the hours until Billy’s shift was over.

He watched the clock, the blanket pulled up so just his eyes were peering out.

He watched as the clock kept ticking, as an hour passed since Billy’s shift had ended.

And then two hours.

And then three.

Steve did start crying at the four hour mark.

It was getting late, and Billy still wasn’t home.

Steve got out of bed for the first time today, locking the bedroom door.

Billy can sleep on the fucking couch for all he cares.

He had move past sad now, had sped right into seething.

He slammed himself back into bed.

He sat there, arms crossed, pouting at the locked door.

He put everything into his relationship with Billy. Everything.

He barely had any friends, spending all of his time with his boyfriend who fucking ignored him.

But no, he can’t be mad at Billy for making new friends. It’s not his fault Steve has no fucking social skills, no fucking friends his own age.

But even the kids had been pulling away.

Dustin hadn’t radioed him for a ride or to hang out in like, a week.

And he was right back sad.

but then keys were scraping in the lock of the front door.

Billy’s boots were heavy in the entry hall.

Steve could hear him stumbling around, and dove back under the covers, peeking out from underneath them.

The handle jiggled. Steve’s breath caught.

Billy knocked on the door.

“Hey, Stevie,” His voice was deep and raspy, just a little slurred. “The door’s locked.”

“That’s because I locked it.” Steve popped out from under the covers to talk back, scooting back under them afterwards.

“Um, why?”

“Because I don’t wanna see you.”

He could feel Billy sigh through the door.

“Baby, can we not do this tonight?”

“We’re not doing this tonight. We’re gonna do it in the morning. After a nice sleep apart.” Billy sighed again.

“Fine. Goodnight, I guess.”

Steve felt a little vindictive at the sound of Billy walking away, the sound of the couch groaning under his weight.

And then he just felt like shit again.

He sat on the bed, chewing at one of his cuticles.

He should go talk to Billy.

But Billy was drunk, and talking to Billy while drunk is talking talking to the world’s horniest brick wall.

He slumped back onto the bed.

He missed Billy, missed him so fucking bad it hurt.

There was a soft rap on the door.

Steve glanced at the clock, Billy had been home for an hour and a half.

“Sugar, I don’t like it when you’re mad at me.” Billy sounded miserable.

Steve huffed, getting up slowly.

He unlocked the door, retreating back to bed.

Billy opened it slowly, found Steve sitting nestled in their bed, his eyes big and bright.

“Talk to me, Goose.” He perched on the end of the bed.

Steve wasn’t looking him in the eye. Bad sign. Fucking bad sign.

“It’s stupid.” Worse sign. Even worse sign.

“Baby, it’s not stupid if it’s makin’ you feel bad.” Billy had chucked about two gallons of water before this talk, trying to sober himself up for this.

“It is stupid.” Billy reached for his hand, and Steve pulled his out of the way. Oh God. Oh God. Code red.

“It’s not. Please tell me what’s on your mind. Please, Pretty Boy.”

“Do you still love me?”

Sirens were fucking blaring in Billy’s head.

This was fucking bad.

“Of course I still love you. What’s this about?” Steve shrugged, still looking at the duvet covering his lap.

“I just feel like you’ve been ignoring me.” Billy took a deep breath.

“Can you tell me why you’ve been feeling like that?” Steve huffed, one of his eyebrows twitching up.

“Because we haven’t been on a date, or, or eaten dinner together, or, or had sex in like, a fucking month, and it makes me feel like shit, Billy, because I’m happy that you have friends, and people that take care of you, but I-I” Steve’s lip was trembling, tears pricking at his eyes. “Nobody cares about me anymore and, I don’t think they ever did, and I’m unlovable-” he was openly crying, letting everything flood out.

Billy was panicking.

He tugged Steve’s shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug.

“You are not unlovable. You are so loved. I absolutely love you. I’m sorry I’ve made you feel forgotten. I’m gonna work on it, okay? I’ll be home for dinner, and we’ll go out again, okay? I promise.”

Steve was heaving in his arms, wailing into Billy’s chest.

“Nobody cares.”

“So many people care. So many.”

“The kids don’t need me for rides anymore, and you have other people in your life, and my parents were right.”

That was the final straw.

Billy took Steve’s face in both his hands, making him look up at him.

“Your parents were not right, about anything. Not a damn thing.” Steve was still crying, Billy kissed his teary cheeks. “You are just made of love, Sweet Thing. You’re loved by so many. And the kids are just growin’ up. Going through that phase where they’re too cool for their parents.”

Steve gave a watery little smile. Progress.

“I’m sorry I made you feel bad.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“But it is. I mean, I love spending time with you. And I should’ve been more available to you.”

“But I can’t fault you for making friends. It’s not your fault I have none.”

“You’ve got Robin. I’m sure she’d be down for a night of wine on the couch.” Steve huffed a laugh. “But I’ll stop going out with them.”

“No, I don’t want that. I just, we need to find a balance. Like, have a set date night that we can’t miss. Or, or, something. You have friends and I want you to keep having friends. Just maybe, we gotta make time for each other.” Billy nodded seriously.

“You feelin’ any better?” Steve nodded, gave Billy a tiny smile. “Good. Can we go to bed now? Talk some more in the morning?”

“Yeah. And you can sleep in here. I’m sorry I locked you out.”

“I’m just glad you let me in.” Billy rolled over Steve, making him laugh as he put all of his weight on Steve.

He scoot up behind him, pulling Steve close to him.

“Wait, is that-”

“Sorry. I’m still kinda drunk, and apparently working shit out like grown ups makes me horny.”

“Oh my God, Bill. You’re a menace.”

#yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble #did i have a breakdown while steve was breaking down and make him word vomit everything ive been feeling lately?#the world may never know

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imaginethe-dragons · 3 years

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Boy With Luv (3)

summary: while maintaining your corporate office job at kim publishing house, you also have to try and balance your professional life with your love life. Can you keep both separated or will they collide?

pairing: eventual jeon jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, eventual smut, coworkers to lovers

warnings: suggestive themes, small bit of angsty jk at the end; as always lmk if there are any missed!

word count: 2.7k

part: 3

pronouns: she/her

part 2 here

"Y/n, it's seven," Joon said, standing behind you. At this point he was gonna push you out the door if he had to. You turned your head, but Namjoon was blocking your way back to your bedroom. So, you took a deep breath and moved to open the door.

"Y/n, your purse!" Taehyung exclaimed, running up to you with the small red bag that held your phone and keys. You smiled as you took it from him.

"Thanks, Tae. You're a life saver," you mumbled, kissing him on the cheek before pulling the door open to reveal Jungkook. He was dressed in what he would usually wear to work, a white dress shirt and black slacks. The only two differences was that he had a couple buttons of his shirt undone and his hair was slicked back There was a small curl that rested against his forehead. Long story short, he looked hot.

"Noona! You look beautiful," he smiled, holding out a bouquet of pink roses. You smiled, knowing that they can mean an innocent love, perfect for early relationship stages.

"Thank you, Kookie. Let me go put these in a vase. Come in," you smiled, opening the door so you could go to the kitchen, looking under the sink for your vase that your mom gave you. You couldn't find it in any cabinets.

"Y/n, what are you looking for?" Namjoon asked, peeking his head in. You looked up at him with murder in your eyes.

"I'm looking for my vase," you grumbled, standing on your tip toes to move some cereal boxes around. He visibly stiffened.

"You took it to Hoseok's when you moved in with him and I never saw you unpack it here," he told you.

"Okay, I'll call Hobi later. Can you take care of these for me until then?" You asked him and he was already reaching for scissors to trim the stems.

"You ready?" Jungkook smiled at you and you nodded. You waved goodbye to Joon and hugged Taehyung before exiting your apartment.

"Let me just text Hobi, and then we can get on with our evening," you smiled and Jungkook wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he led you onto the elevator.

"Take your time," he smiled.

"Think you can handle Jimin tonight or should I go tomorrow?" You asked Jungkook after getting a text back from Hobi.

"We can go by on our way to my place," he smiled, holding your hand as he led the way to his car.

"Who said we're going back to yours?" You giggled, just teasing him. You got into the passenger seat and buckled your seatbelt.

"We're not going back to yours with Taehyung there," he laughed as he started the car.

"Fair point." Jungkook rested his left hand on your knee as he began the drive to the nearby restaurant.

"You really do look beautiful tonight," he smiled, helping you out of the car. The compliment had your face turning almost as red as your dress.

"Thank you. You look handsome," you told him once you were sure you wouldn't stumble over your words. He rested his hand on the small of your back as he led you into the restaurant. The hostess perked up at the sight of Jungkook, but frowned when she saw you.

"Table for two please," he asked politely. She picked up two menus and led you to a booth. You slid into your seat, thinking Jungkook would sit opposite, but he sat right next to you instead. The close proximity made you turn red again.

"What can I get you started to drink?" The hostess asked, holding a pad of order tickets.

"I'll have a Coca-Cola. What about you, y/n?" He asked, focusing on you instead of anything else. You swallowed before deciding what answer to give.

"I'll be fine with water. Thank you," you smiled at the hostess but she just rolled her eyes. Jungkook pretended to stretch before his arm rested along the back of the booth, so close to resting on your shoulder that you could feel the warmth radiating from him.

"What do you think you want to eat?" He asked you, leaning in close to look at your menu over your shoulder. You turned your head to look at him with a small smile on your face, but his sudden position was a shock.

"I was thinking kimbap, what about you?" You asked, sliding the menu between the two of you so he could see more of it.

"I'm not that hungry, why don't we split kimbap? Or we could split kimchi?" He asked, trying to come up with ways to remain close to you.

"Sushi was your idea, so I think kimbap is the best option here," you nodded, closing the menu as a new waitress approached your table with two glasses.

"A water and a Coke. Are you two ready to order or should I come back?" The girl asked with a peppy smile and tone of voice.

"Just one order of kimbap with two sets of chopsticks please," Jungkook smiled as he ordered for the both of you. She nodded before walking away and Jungkook turned back to you.

"So, what happened to the dress I picked out earlier?" He asked, toying with the hem of the dress. His touch was electric and made goose bumps spread around your skin.

"It was a dress I bought for a party, not a date," you answered him simply enough.

"Now that I think about it. I wouldn't want anyone else seeing you in it," he whispered, ducking down so he could say the words next to your ear.

"Maybe some other time," you giggled quietly and he smiled wide.

"So, tell me how you met Hobi hyung," he suddenly said, pulling you into his side.

"You seriously want me to talk about my ex on our first date?" You asked, giving him a confused look.

"Well, if he's still in your life I wanna know," he answered, leaning back against the seat.

"I met him through Jimin. Hobi has been choreographing for him since a year after he debuted. Once I moved here for university I would spend my time doing homework in their studio until Jimin was finished with practice. Hobi asked for my number and then months later asked me on a date," you explained. Jungkook was watching you the whole time, tentatively listening to your every word.

"I never knew he was Jimin's choreographer," he told you. You nodded in confirmation.

"What other questions do you have, because I can tell you have more," you giggled at the way he was focused on the table now.

"How did you meet Namjoon?"

"I met Joon at BigHit who Jimin is signed under. He was there to pursue a career in producing. When I had told Jimin about it he put in a good word without having met him. So, Joon got the job as a result."

"So, Jimin's done a lot for you, huh?"

"Yeah, he likes to help wherever I let him," you chuckled. At this point, you see the waitress coming your way with food. The delicious aroma flooded your sense of smell as she set the plate in front of you and handing you each a set of chopsticks.

"Thank you," you both say to her as you begin to eat. Jungkook waited patiently for you to take the first bite.

"Now, how did you meet Jimin?" Jungkook asked.

"Well me and Jimin are both from the same part of Busan. We went to the same schools. And, unfortunately, our moms are best friends," you sighed.

"Why's that a bad thing?" JK

"Our moms had this fantasy of getting pregnant at the same time and hoped that their children would fall in love and make them in laws like some cheesy romance movie," you explained, poking at your next bite of kimbap. Jungkook frowned at this explanation.

"How does Jimin feel about that?" He carefully asked.

"We dated one year in high school, but it only lasted like two weeks. We just wanted to see if things felt right, but it didn't work out so we went back to best friends," you explained, laughing at the memories of that time.

"So you met Hobi and Joon through Jimin. How did you meet Jin?" He asked, knowing that you didn't end up at Kim Publishing House and got Chief Editor after only two years by accident.

"I was Jin's intern my last year of university. I met him through my journalism professor who had done nothing but brag about how much promise I had shown in her class," you said. Jungkook smiled at how eager you were to answer all of his questions.

"So, you're just well connected?" Jungkook chuckled, sipping from his drink. You nodded with a small smile on your face.

"I'm just glad that the job part was all on my own. Jin was giving me high praise when he read my articles from my uni's newspaper. I had a whole portfolio ready to go around to different newspaper and magazine companies but he offered me a job the day I graduated, just editing new authors and stuff like that. I was getting work done ten times faster than anyone else on our floor. The Chief Editor at the time was pushing towards retirement and had been giving me all of his work so Jin phased him out and gave me the job," you explained further, telling Jungkook about the year you had worked before he started at Kim Publishing.

"Where do you think you would've ended up if you didn't work at Kim Publishing?" He questioned.

"Probably Min Press. I had an interview the day before Jin offered me the job, but Yoongi was the one who interviewed me so I instantly turned it down when Jin called me," you told him. You went back to eating but Jungkook was frozen with rage.

"Well, I'm glad you took that job otherwise we'd never have met," he said, being completely sincere. Your heart fluttered and you turned away to hide the increasing blush on your face.

"Aw, don't hide your face, Princess," he cooed in your ear, making you giggle as you turned back to him.

"Shut up," you smiled as you both went back to eating, sharing laughs here and there.

You two sat for about an hour, just enjoying be in each other's presence. The last of the kimbap was forgotten on the table as Jungkook was currently telling you a story of him and his brother from when they were younger. It had you in a fit of laughter because of how vivid you could imagine it.

"And our mom just walked in and we both froze like we had our hand in a cookie jar," he laughed as well.

You both sat there for almost two hours, just telling each other anything and everything that has yet to be known in your relationship. You observed that Jungkook chooses to listen and observe more than he likes to offer his input. It was quite endearing. He asked many questions about your early childhood, trying to understand the Y/n you were before you had met. What he didn't expect though, is that you were a shy little girl who only ever talked to Jimin. He thought you to be outgoing all your life like the first time you had ever met. Over desert you discussed more of Jungkook's life before you met. It was nice to finally hear him gush about his life in Busan before meowing to Soul. His eyes were lit up like Christmas lights.

As you both finished your shared food, Jungkook told the waitress that you were ready for the check. She nodded and walked away for two minutes before bringing the black book back. You went into your wallet to at least pay for half, but Jungkook held your hand as he already slid his card into the booklet and returned it to the waitress.

"Kookie," you whined as she walked away.

"Never thought I would have you whining this early, Princess," he whispered in your ear causing you to turn crimson.

"Here is your card, sir. Have a nice evening," the waitress smiled at the both of you. Jungkook tucked the card back into his wallet as he stood from his seat, offering you his hand.

"I be,I've we have a vase to go pick up," he smiled. You held his hand as he led you back to the car. Once again, he opened the door for you and you smiled. As he began to drive, he rested his hand on your thigh, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. The movement caused goosebumps to settle over the area.

Jungkook parked near the BigHit building where Hobi's practice studio is and you could see his and Jimin's cars across the street. You began to get out and so did Jungkook.

"You don't have to come in," you told him.

"I know, but I want to," he shrugged, walking around the car to hold your hand. You led the way to the practice room and could hear some of Jimin's music playing from inside. You opened the door without knocking.

"Y/n/n!" Jimin said excitedly as Hobi paused the music. He ran up to you and wrapped his arms around you.

"Yah! Jiminie, you're all sweaty," you exclaimed, your face twisting with disgust. He pulled away and looked down at you.

"And you look beautiful. Where'd you go?" He asked as he took a sip from his water bottle.

"We went to dinner," you answered, gesturing between yourself and Jungkook. Jimin almost spat out his water when he registered what you said.

"Hey, here's your vase," Hobi smiled, handing you the piece of pottery. You carefully held it as you gave him a peck on the cheek as a thank you.

"Is that all you came here for?" Jimin asked, pouting in the process. You laughed at him which caused him to roll his eyes.

"Kookie bought me flowers and this is my only vase, so I had to swing by to grab it on our way home," you explained.

"Well, if the date is over, you wanna come listen to some new tracks I've been working on?"Jimin asked with a smile.

"The date isn't over yet," Jungkook cut in, causing Jimin to look over at him instead.

"Another day Jiminie okay? I'll take a look at your book Monday, maybe swing by the practice room?" You suggested, trying to appease your best friend.

"Yeah okay, that's fine," he huffed, turning to go back to his practice time.

"Party at my house Friday, you in?" Hobi asked as you both watched Jimin.

"Party at your house every Friday. Is it bring your own alcohol?" You asked, but he just chuckled before wrapping an arm around you instinctively.

"When is it ever," he answered.

"Thanks for the vase Hobi, but we have to get going," you told him, patting the hand that was around you.

"Okay, I'll see you around," he said, walking back over to Jimin. You turned to leave but Jungkook wasn't anywhere to be found. You walked out the way you came in and found him leaning against his car.

"What are you doing out here, Koo?" You asked as you approached him.

"You looked pretty cozy with Hobi," he grumbled. You rolled your eyes at his words. Even when you were just friends, Hoseok had always showed his affection physically even before you were dating. Hugs, wrapping an arm around you, maybe even a snuggle here and there during a movie night. It was just natural for the two of you at this point.

"Koo, there's a reason we broke up. If I wanted him, I would still be with him," you explained to him. You gave him the truth but cut out the reason why it had ended with Hoseok.

"Do you mean that, Y/n?" He asked, looking at you with tears brimming his eyes. It made your heart ache to know that just seeing someone else's arm around you made him this upset.

"Of course I do. Why don't we go back to my place so I can put the flowers in the vase," you smiled, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

~~~

thank you guys so much for reading! i apologize for the short chapter but i haven’t felt up to adding more so i just decided to post this now. 💜

tag list: @religious-pizza-roll, @fangirl125reader

#bts x reader #bts x you #bts au #bts #jungkook x you #jungkook #eventual relationship #eventual smut #fluff #hoseok #yoongi #seokjin #namjoon #taehyung #jimin #coworkers au #coworkers to lovers

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whyamiherewhosummonedme · 3 years

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:bongocat: Bug, tell more about Deep, I'm interested.

I. Bro. Bro you don’t know what you’re asking bro

- His name is literally The Deep One, but it’s just easier to call him Deep. His ACTUAL name is Mutans Tyche bc I had no idea how to name characters back then and still have no idea now.

- His backstory is... A little bit completely all over the place. It has gone through MANY permutations, but the basis is that Mutans was a bit of a complete asshole and a scientist who specialized in nonhuman viruses. Yes, this is one of the characters I made in my “scientists are fucking people too, quit making every scientist an evil one” phase before I finally bit the bullet and started making all of my characters to be the evil scientists that experimented on the poor angsty superpowered teenagers that exist in every rp ever (no I’m not salty in the slightest /s). For his research project he took an internship at a submerged laboratory outpost deep in the Atlantic. While he was there, a very unique pathogen was found in a captured squid that seemed to be mostly harmless but caused rabies-like aggression. Either due to an accident or on purpose, Mutans got infected with the pathogen and locked himself in quarantine, allowing the other scientists to study the effects on a human being in the name of science.

- Unfortunately, it turns out that mysterious viruses infecting squid have a very, VERY different effect on humans. Except instead of completely ignoring human cells as most viruses of that ilk would do, it took them over completely... And began to turn Mutans into, essentially, a pile of black, fleshy goo.

- Proceed The Thing, but underwater.

- After that whole horror show, the newly reborn shapeshifting monster woke up in the depths of a dark, cold ocean, surrounded by the broken and flooded remains of the laboratory and feeling oddly sated. Also, having no fucking idea who the hell he was or anything to do with his surroundings. Because amnesia is fun.

- What happens from that point on is very dependent on the universe I throw him in, but pretty much always includes him meeting back up with his brother, Ashton. @ashasass can talk more about him, but suffice to say that Ash sure is A Character, and also everything that Goose did to him is what gained them the angst crown for four years and running

- Deep is very heavily inspired by Alex Mercer from Prototype, a relatively obscure game from 2009 that who is a man-eating shapeshifting amnesiac scientist whose powers come from the virus that he was working on. Which. Uh. Yeah. His characterization and abilities have moved away from that a bit, but at the very start he was basically just an underwater ripoff

- Deep is weirdly naive in a mildly threatening way. He’ll stand silently in the corner of a darkened room waiting for someone and then not understand why they start screaming when they turn on the light and there’s a grey-faced yellow-eyed man with anglerfish teeth standing there in the corner. When he is reunited with his brother he starts to learn that humans are a bit touchy about things like somebody opening up their chest cavity in the middle of a room to grab the cellphone that they stuck in there, but still is absolute shit at understanding boundaries. He does, however, know that he can, has and will kill for the sake of his brother.

- He can only eat raw meat because that’s more fun

- His blood and the entirety of his flesh is black. This makes his already-pale skin tone about the same as a corpse’s, and the veins visible underneath are really uncomfortable to look at.

- His speaking patterns are... Well, unique. His anatomy has changed so much that he straight-up does not know how to form a normal human mouth anymore, so he speaks haltingly and with a rasp and a lisp.

- I just love this dumbass shapeshifting bastard of a character, okay, I gotta find a way to use him again

#bug answers shit #deuscomplexu #SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #IM GOING THROUGH MY INBOX AND ANSWERING STUFF FOR A BIT AGAIN

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peter-weir · 6 years

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gingerbread, yarn, folktale, cupboard and tobacco? (i know you don't smoke or anything! i'm wondering if you're addicted to something unordinary?)

gingerbread: your moral alignment

I honestly don’t know how to figure out which one I am and I always mix them up anyway so I’m not sure…maybe there’s a quiz on it I can take

okay so i took the buzzfeed quiz and apparently I’m ‘neutral good’

yarn: what are your most enjoyable hobbies?

I suppose reading and writing; I also like baking, doing puzzles, and gardening.

folktale: what stories remind you of your childhood?

Whenever I read certain nursery rhymes I remember this big Golden Book of rhymes and fairytales I loved as a kid, and how I used to read that book over and over and over. Same with the Twelve Dancing Princesses, the Golden Goose, and the Elves and the Shoemaker. Also The Witches by Roald Dahl makes me think of my childhood, hanging out with my sister and reading that book together.

cupboard: a good childhood memory

Actually that one I just mentioned about reading together with my sister is a really nice memory. I also vaguely remember a camping trip I took with my family when I was pretty young, which was fun. Really anything to do with my cousins as well, just hanging out with them at my grandma’s farm and mucking around and playing games and eating all this gr8 food. Good times

tobacco: do you have any addictions?

I guess I have a bit of a sweet tooth?? I find it hard to resist sugary things and I’m always thinking about dessert lol. But lemme tell you about what I used to be addicted to tho. When I was a kid I went through a phase where I drank between five and ten cups of tea a day, and another time when I would drink at least five cans of fizzy drink every day. I can’t remember if those two periods coincided, but I distinctly remember drinking copious amounts of those things lol. I also used to constantly eat fruit pastilles and coffee pastilles. I dunno why. I suppose I’m addicted to my phone now? I would call that an addiction, or at least a compulsion I guess. Every morning it’s often the first thing I check, even before getting out of bed. I really wanna stop doing that cause it’s not a great habit for me I don’t think.

thanks for the asks dude!

#ask #meme

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