#pete x sharon

[randombook4idk]

[tornrose24]

Some stuff was written out ahead of time–I thought some things would end up being part of both the previous and the next chapter, but then I thought, ‘nah, let’s just add it into this one.' The end result is that this is one of the longer chapters that ended up coming out a bit early.

[questionableratatouille00]

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Summary: After an incident involving the Quantum Realm brings forth the Zombie Apocalypse, you are forced to comprise a team of survivors to reach Wakanda, the only human sanctuary left. But is the apocalypse really a great time to develop feelings for a Super Soldier?

Warnings: Themes of death, hurt/comfort, angst. Side/main character death?? (Not Bucky or Reader) Fire, violence. Let me know if I need to tag anything else!

Note: This very loosely follows the relative idea of the What If..? episode. Thank you to @buckylattes for sending me this idea!

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“This is day forty-nine since the apocalypse started. And Bucky and I may be the last survivors in the United States.”

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The sound of the leaves crunching under your feet filled the warm and crisp air as you trudged through the forest. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would blow through the air, which felt quite nice in comparison to the autumn warmth.

"So..Steve and Tony got in some kind of fight?" Bruce stuttered out, breaking the silence.

"Yep." You confirmed.

"And..the Avengers broke up? Like One Direction?"

"Yep."

“And then got back together?”

“Uh-huh.”

"And there are zombies now?"

"Seems like it." You sighed.

“And the Avengers are zombies, too?”

“Dr. Banner.” Okoye chided.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just—y’know, it’s—“

“Weird?” Peter Parker guessed, smiling softly. “Yeah. We know.”

You frowned at the kid’s statement. You, Bucky, and Peter were the only Avengers on Earth to not be affected. Or at least, to your knowledge.

“Go find the kid. We’re..we’re gonna need all the help we can get.” Tony had mumbled to you. Steve nodded, pursing his lips. 

“I’ll call Kate and Yelena,” Clint said, looking at Natasha. Wanda grasped Vision’s hand, looking up at him anxiously.

“Anyone know how to get in touch with Thor?” Steve looked up from his feet, arms crossed.

“That’s a negative, Captain Rogers.” Vision’s voice was smooth and neutral. “Mr. Odinson does not have a communication device to contact us.”

You gave Bucky’s right shoulder a friendly and comforting squeeze before you walked out of the room. You knew Peter’s address, you’d visited his apartment before with Tony. 

Before you knew it, Earth was basically gone. That was over a month ago. You’d quickly found fellow survivors and made somewhat of a team with them. Peter, Bucky, Okoye, some guy named Kurt, Sharon Carter, you, and John Walker. And now, Bruce Banner.

“We need to find a base,” Bucky said, just loud enough to be heard.

“Sergeant Barnes is correct.” Okoye agreed. “Nightfall is approaching.”

“Pete, where’s that camera thingy you recorded your video on?” You asked, looking back at him. He’d made a little movie on how to survive the apocalypse soon after you’d saved him from the hoard of zombies outside of his apartment. It was a cute video, though the circumstances weren’t exactly great, or even good. It would’ve made a good school project, though.

Part of it was about hygiene, and Bucky starred in that section, albeit unwillingly. Bucky hadn’t said anything, but you could see the discomfort on his face when Peter showed you all the finished product. Bucky had been in the shower, rotated in a way where you luckily couldn’t see anything. He’d been ambushed by Peter and Kurt, the latter being lifted off the ground by his own neck, which had Bucky’s metal fingers wrapped around it. In private, Bucky had hinted that he was uncomfortable with the clip, and you’d gone to talk to Peter about it without saying anything.

You’d explained to him that ambushing anybody, but especially a Super Soldier—particularly a traumatized one who also happened to be a veteran—in the shower was not cool. Peter had apologized profusely, going back and removing the clip. You’d asked him not to say anything to Bucky, knowing that Bucky wouldn’t have wanted attention to be brought to it.

You could tell by the way Bucky’s eyes flicked to you when Peter showed the clip to Bruce that he’d noticed.

“Oh—uh—here.” He said, pulling the small camera from a pocket before tossing it to you. You caught it with ease. The apocalypse was no place for a lack of hand-eye coordination. You tucked it in the front pocket of your backpack.

“Won’t that thing run out of battery?” Bruce questioned, and you chuckled. “No. Peter and Stark made it a while back. It runs on an extremely tiny arc reactor. I’ve been keeping logs of every day—sometimes twice a day—since two days after the apocalypse started. So..yeah.” Sometimes others would make them, but none were as detailed or formal as yours.

“Jesus Christ," Bruce mumbled out. "Oh. I just realized--I haven't properly met most of you. I'm Bruce." He stuttered, picking at his fingernails.

"John Walker, Captain America." The annoying blonde spoke up. You were surprised he hadn't already shoved that fact down Bruce's throat yet. Normally, he wouldn't shut his mouth.

"I'm sorry--what?" Bruce looked at you, brows furrowed, wanting to see if you were agreeing or not.

"Turns out the government really doesn't like their favorite child going against 117 countries. So they gave the title--and a non-vibranium dupe of the shield--to this asshole." You explained, rolling your eyes.

"Right.." Bruce processed. John looked like he was going to say something, before Bucky shot him a glare, silencing him.

"I'm Sharon Carter. Former SHIELD agent." Sharon introduced herself, and Bruce smiled at her. Peter, Okoye, Kurt, and even Bucky introduced themselves, but you mainly focused on choosing where to go.

For some reason, you ended up being the 'leader' of the group. Maybe it was because you found everybody, maybe it was because you were the one who'd been an official Avenger the longest.

"Where are we going?" Bruce questioned. He'd followed you and the rest of the group into the woods.

"Well, the end goal is Wakanda. Right now, we're somewhere in New York. Phones don't work, and we come across maps every so often. Unfortunately, it's not like people posted map-selling stands in the middle of forests. Public spaces aren't the best places to be anymore." You spun around to look at everyone, walking backward.

"Wakanda may be the last human sanctuary on Earth." Okoye filled him in. "Our force fields would prevent the..undead from ever reaching our people."

"You sure did pick an odd time to visit the States," Bruce noted.

"I swore an oath. My king disappeared along with the Avengers." She replied.

"Right." Bruce exhaled.

"There should be an old Avengers safehouse up ahead. We stayed there after that one mission in February last year." You nudged Bucky with your shoulder as he caught up to you. He nodded slightly, chewing on his bottom lip.

"You okay?" You lowered your voice, trying to at least make the conversation slightly private. He glanced at you, before giving you the smallest of shrugs.

"Come on, it should only be a little farther." You called over your shoulder, beginning to pick up the pace. The sun was going to set soon, and night was not a time to potentially fight zombies.

You breathed out a sigh of relief when you could finally see the safehouse in the distance. It was a cabin in the middle of the woods, which made it a great place to stay in an apocalypse, at least for a little while.

"There's two bedrooms, two bathrooms." You announced. You put the code into the tiny pad by the door, before stepping inside.

You let out a sigh as you set your backpack on the floor against the couch. Everyone else followed suit, John and Peter sitting on opposite ends of the old couch.

Deciding to raid the pantry and see what you had, you rubbed your hands on your face. You'd risked it and went to a grocery store a few days ago, all of you filling your bags with as many non-perishable food items as you could.

"Okay, there's peanut butter, canned corn, some dried fruit, rice, bottled water, some trail mix packs, and canned..pineapple." You listed off. "And then whatever we're carrying."

"You wanna go through it all?" Sharon asked, and you shrugged. "Not really. I'm fucking exhausted." You held your forehead in your hand, closing your eyes.

"I can do it if you want." She offered, and you nodded. "Okay. Thanks, Sharon. I'm going to shower." You told her, opening your eyes and lifting your head up.

"You should take one of the beds. No offense, but you look like you need it." She smiles slightly, and you groan. "Wow, thanks. And I'll be fine. One of you should take it."

"Y/n, take the damn bed. Share if you want. But you're sleeping in a bed tonight." She decides, and you're too tired to argue with her. You accept your defeat and sigh. "Fine."

"Wonderful. You and Bucky can share that room. Okoye and I will take the other one, and Peter can take the couch. Kurt, Bruce, and Walker will be fine on the carpet." She assured.

“How’s your leg?” She’d injured herself yesterday, falling from the roof of a one-story building.

“Hurts like a bitch, but I’ll be fine. And don’t try and distract me. Go shower.” She smiled at the end. It reminded you of Natasha, in a way. You missed Natasha dearly.

"Okay." You agreed finally, taking out any food you had in your bag before taking it to the bathroom with you. You had a few outfits, just enough for maybe three or four days, and then a pair of shorts and a tank top to sleep in. You could stretch that to a week and a half if you felt clean enough to not wash your clothes.

You showered quickly before getting dressed in your shorts and tank top, walking into a bedroom.

Bucky sat on the bed, messing with his dog tags. His hair was wet.

“How was your shower?” You attempted to strike up a conversation. He shrugged in response, clearly tired.

“Did Sharon finish seeing what food we have?”

“Yeah.” He bit his lip, looking down at his hands. “Do you think he’s alive?”

You nearly asked who ‘he’ was, but after a second you figured it out. “I..don’t know, Bucky. But Steve’s strong. You and I both know that.”

He nodded, but it was clear that he wasn’t convinced. You pulled back the covers of the bed, before laying down.

“C’mere.” You said, the only light in the room was the tiny lamp that barely worked. You made room for him in your arms. Though you and Bucky weren’t anything more than friends, you’d gotten used to sleeping like this. It helped a little, in more ways than one. It helped him with his nightmares, and it helped with your anxiety.

He rested his head against your chest, draping his right arm over you.

The two of you fell asleep like that, comfortable in each other’s embrace.

Until Bucky started mumbling something, waking you up. “What the hell..” You grumbled before you realized what was happening. Right before he started screaming himself awake, you shook him.

His eyes flew open and he gasped, gripping your shoulders tightly. You waited for him to realize that he was safe and that the ‘danger’ was gone. His eyes began to water, though he tried to blink away the tears.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. You’re safe. Promise.” You reassured him. He let himself calm down, exhaling slowly.

“Good job. Do you..want to talk about it?”

He looked at you, unsure. “Not much to talk about.”

“I’ll always listen. You know that.”

“I wasn’t there for him.” He confessed, eyes watering again. “Steve. I didn’t..I couldn’t..” He reached for his face, wiping at his eyes.

“Bucky, none of that was your fault. None of this is your fault at all. You didn’t start the fucking apocalypse.” You began to rub soothing circles into his back.

“All I had to do was shoot.” He made eye contact with you. Your heart burned at the sight of his pink nose and teary eyes.

You didn’t really know what to say. In theory, you could say the perfect thing that comforts him immediately. But the truth is that whenever you’re actually in a situation like that, all of that stuff goes right out the window.

“Close your eyes. Okay? I know this stuff hurts, but you really do need rest.” Your mind went back to Natasha.

He nodded finally, closing his eyes. You did the same.

It was the smell of burning wood that woke you up.

You blinked yourself awake, eyes stinging from the smoke. You gasped, choking on air as you took in your surroundings. The room was on fire. You shook Bucky awake, and he took a second to register what was happening.

“Shit!” He exclaimed, kicking the blankets off the two of you.

Without thinking, he busted down the bedroom door, revealing the slightly less burning living room. Peter’s face was the first one you saw, and you raced to him. “We have to get out of here!” You screamed over the sound of rooms collapsing.

“There’s hordes of them out there!” He shouted back, clutching your arms.

“The Spider-Child is right!” Okoye called to you as she threw Sharon’s arm over her shoulder, supporting the blonde’s weight.

“Well, would you rather try and get out of here or would you like to burn to death?” John cut in. “I would rather not burn!” Kurt pointed out, and Bruce nodded beside him.

“Okay. Okay. Come on, we’re gonna bust through the side door. Are they surrounding the house?” You began to plan, though you were panicking on the inside.

“I don’t know. I only saw them from the front door.” Sharon wheezed.

“I hate those odds and I don’t think our chances are even decent, but there’s no other option. When I say go, race through that door!” You directed. Checking to make sure everybody was accounted for, you gave yourself a final nod of encouragement. John was able to get Sharon onto his back.

“Go!” You shrieked, making sure that you were the last one to bolt out.

“I see them!” Peter screamed.

“Doesn’t matter! Keep going!” Bucky commanded, but they were only getting closer.

The sound of something crashing against the forest floor made you gasp.

“They can knock trees over?!” Peter kept glancing over his shoulder.

“They are getting a bit close!” Kurt yelled out. You looked over your shoulder, seeing John struggling to run with Sharon on his back. You stopped, and when Bucky began to slow down to see why, you put your hand on his back, guiding him forward. “Go.” You told him, as you went to help John.

“You can’t carry me and I can’t run,” Sharon said darkly. “John, put me down.”

The crowds of zombies chasing you were only catching up.

“Sharon, we’re not leaving you.” Your voice raised in pitch, anxiety settling in.

“Sharon.” John panted. “Come on, we gotta keep going.” He tried to stabilize her, to keep her still against his back, but she managed to break his hold on her.

“Sharon—stop! Stop, Sharon, please!” You begged, your eyes watering up.

“I can’t lose another friend. Come on, don’t be like this.” John grabbed her wrist, but she pulled away.

“Take them all to Wakanda for me, okay?” She asked, giving you a soft smile.

“Sharon!” You cried out as John gripped your wrist, keeping you from chasing after her as she staggered into the horde of undead.

“We could’ve..that—she didn’t have to—“ You gasped, beginning to hyperventilate. “Yeah, I know, but we have to keep going.” John’s hand remained wrapped around your wrist. It felt too tight. It hurt.

“Let go of me.” You said as you sprinted with him.

“There’s only more of them!” Bruce stressed, and you wondered how he didn’t get whiplash from looking around between you all so fast.

“Go right!” Bucky took charge, and everyone obeyed. You kept pace with Bucky, knowing that he was running slower on purpose. The serum enhances his speed, so there was no reason he couldn’t have just bolted and gotten to safety. You admired his loyalty.

Everyone—minus you and Bucky—made it away from the main group of zombies before a large tree fell. It was burning. The only thing that you’d noticed was burning was the house.

“Zombie enhanced. Not good!” Bruce shouted.

“What do we do?” Peter tried to find a solution. You took a deep breath.

“Run!”

“What?” John, Okoye, Bruce, and Kurt all looked back at you and Bucky.

“We’ll find another way! We’ll find you!” Bucky agreed.

Peter shook his head, mouth opened slightly like he was about to protest. You hoped that this didn’t fuck him up too bad. He already had enough trauma.

“Come on!” Okoye filled in the role of ‘leader’. She was a general, after all. She was born for this.

You turned to Bucky, grabbing his arm and trying to find a way around the zombies. “Move! Move! Move!” Your voice went higher in pitch every time you said it. You wove through clusters of them, though you were still in your pajamas.

You ran through the woods, but it was still dark out. The moon was the only thing keeping you from not being able to see anything at all, and you were thankful.

“How fast can they go?” You shrieked as they began to pick up the pace.

“Y/n, go! I’ll hold them off!” Bucky began to slow down.

“What? No!”

“Just go!” He stopped suddenly, and you tumbled to the ground, trying to do the same.

“No! Not without you!” You howled, and he accepted his defeat, racing back towards you and grabbing you as you stood up.

Not without you. I love you.

Bucky and you ran through the dark woods, breathing heavily, palms sweating. You managed to trip over a tree root, pulling Bucky down with you. Just your luck, you managed to trip at the top of a hill, and you rolled down it with Bucky. Dirt and dead leaves crunched under you and scratched at your legs and arms, pine needles getting stuck in your hair and in Bucky’s.

“Fucking hell..” You groaned as you stopped rolling.

“This is not as pleasant as those fall candles said it would be.” Bucky breathed, and you laughed. You’d shown him some fall candles in a store you were raiding, one being Rolling in Leaves.

“Yeah. I agree.” You choked out.

“Come on, we gotta find..” He trailed off.

“They’re long gone, Buck. We’ll..just have to meet them in Wakanda.” You stood, helping him up.

“Don’t ever pull that shit again.” You said after a moment of walking. “What?” Bucky looked at you, not knowing what you were talking about. “That sacrifice bullshit.” You clarified. “Never fucking again.”

“Okay.” He said blankly.

“Promise me.”

“I promise.” He made direct eye contact with you as he said it.

“Good. We should find somewhere to stay for the night. I’m exhausted.”

The two of you walked for maybe an hour more or so before Bucky pointed something out in the distance. “There. Those are caves.”

You looked where he was pointing, and sure enough, they were caves.

Another hour later and you’d been able to sort through the bags and see what you had. Bucky had been smart and saved the bags from the fire.

“Why do you care? About..my life?” He broke the silence.

“Why would I not?” He shrugged in response. “Because you’re one of the only people I have left. And..I care about you, Bucky. A hell of a lot.”

“I care about you too.” He breathed, and it was clear he meant it. His gaze drifted down, towards your lips. He cleared his throat awkwardly, eyes shifting elsewhere.

“Bucky—“

“Kiss me.”

“I—what?”

“I want you..to kiss me.” The former Winter Soldier, one of the few Super Soldiers on the planet, wanted to kiss you. And who were you to say no? You felt the same way.

You leaned it at the same time, your lips against his, both of your hearts beating faster than they ever have before.

The kiss ended when you pressed your forehead to his. Bucky’s fingers tangled with yours, your knees pressed against his.

“If I have to be with anyone in this situation, I’m glad it’s you.” You whispered.

“Me too.”

“Wait a second. Can you check the front pocket of my bag and see if the little camera thing is in there?” You asked him, and he nodded, reaching over to open the front pocket of your backpack. He handed you the small device. Maybe it was weird to end a moment like that with asking for a camera, but you needed to be sure.

“Think it survived the fall?” He questioned.

“Let’s find out. If it does, maybe we can use the parts to make some kind of communication device. Maybe we can contact someone in Wakanda with it.” You pressed record. A small little light came on off the side of the camera, and you grinned. “It works.”

Now that you were recording, you realized that you might as well film your log.

“The safe house burned down. We got split up from the group. Sharon..Sharon’s gone.” You said grimly. “We have no contact with the rest of the group, and no way of knowing if they’re alive or not.” You spoke to the camera, eyes never really staying focused on one thing for more than a minute.

“This is day..forty-nine?” You glanced at Bucky, who was nodding. “Forty-nine. Day forty-nine since the apocalypse started. And Bucky and I may be the last survivors in the United States.”

[sarahlovesadultcartoonz]

Had to make a introduction abut me cuz idk

My name is Sarah

My favorite shows are the muppet show, animaniacs, ghost and Molly McGee, casagrandes, the loud house, don't hug me I'm scared, sonic x, sonic boom, the letter people, Eddsworld, sesame street, Rocko's Modern Life, Ren and Stimpy, CRiTORA, Catdog, moral Orel, muppets tonight, fanboy and Chum Chum, Fred Figglehorn, cartoonmania, mandela catalogue, walten files, Fred the Show, hi hi puffy Ami yumi, your favorite martian the series, nostalgia critic, angry video game nerd and potter puppet pals

My favorite movies are the muppet movie, the muppets, muppets most wanted, adventures of Elmo in Grouchland, Fred the movie, Fred 3 the movie, Fred 2 night of the living Fred and CartoonMania: the movie

My hyperfixations are mad scientist cartoon, the rockafire explosion, goosebumps, vocaloid, utau and clone high

My favorite music artists are lemon demon, neil cicierega, your favorite martian, will wood, will wood and the tapeworms, tally hall, Bart baker, ghost and pals, your favorite martian and oingo boingo

My favorite video games are quiplash, trivia murder party, trivia murder party 2, Friday night funkin, five nights at Freddy's, Dave and Bambi, sonic the hedgehog, Omori, team fortress 2, roblox, item asylum, survive and kill the killers on area 51, my singing monsters, my muppets show and my singing monsters dawn of fire

My comfort media are inanimate insanity and peewee's playhouse

I am a bisexual, pansexual polyamorous aroace non-binary transgender genderfluid and xenogender boy

I use he/they/faun/xem/it pronouns and neopronouns

I make xenogenders

I make headcanon about characters from every media

I'm neurodivergent, autistic and ADHD

DNI if:

Homophobic

Transphobic

Ableist

Racist

Vegan

Imvu players

P3d0

Autism speaks supporters/defenders

Xenogender anti

Neopronoun anti

RCTA

Z00ph1l3

N$fw

F3t!sh ppl

Inflation and v0r3 enjoyers

Lemon Demon anti

Spam bots

Favorite characters

Muppets - Uncle deadly, Dr phil van neuter johnny Fiama sal minella marvin Suggs Mr poodlepants chip bill the bug bobo the bear lew Zealand doctor Bunsen honeydew beaker Wayne and Wanda waldo C graphic digit newsman bill the bubble guy Wilkins wontkins bobby Benson link hogthrob Constantine the frog Sam the Eagle Howard Tubman Carter Zelda rose and Mulch

Sesame Street - Count von Count, Bill the Bug and Limbo/Nobody

Bart Baker - Taylor Swift, PSY, Lorde, William, Britney spears and Adam levine

Lemon Demon - Neil Cicierega

Animaniacs - Wakko Warner

The Ghost and Molly McGee - Sharon McGee, Leah stein-torres, Pete mcgee, Libby stein-torres, jinx, Molly McGee, scratch, Darryl McGee and Ezekiel tugbottom

Battle for Dream Island - Puffball

Friday night Funkin - Meri, Beepie, Dave and Bambi

Fred Franchise - Fred Figglehorn

Jashin-Chan - Hatsune Miku

CRiTORA - Kimi canicani, Iggy digahol, Avery Darling, eggy, queen virus, dundun qwerty, Pluto Georgia, spottie Leonard and Ernie joefreckler

Adventures of Elmo in grouchland - Huxley

Channel Awesome - Nostalgia Critic/Doug Walker

Muppets 2011 - Tex Richman

Cinemassacre - Angry Video Game Nerd

Muppet Movie - Max, Doc Hopper and Snake Walker

Pokemon - Sylveon

Fred the Movie - Kevin and Judy

Peewee's Playhouse - Cool Cat, Dirty Dog, Conky 2000, Randy and Chairry

Muppets from Space - K. Edgar singer

Rockafire Explosion - Rolfe Dewolfe and Dook Larue

Cartoonmania - Lucifer Killingsworth, Rufus, Ed Ted Ned and Fred, Anne Mermaid, Roy and Professor Qwertyson

Muppets Most Wanted - Dominic badguy

ABC Muppets - Pache/Pizza

Don't hug me I'm scared - Colin and Shrignold

Muppets Tonight - Heather Locklear

Muppets Wizard of Oz - Wicked Witch of the west

Crash and Bernstein - Crash

Fraggle Rock - Large Marvin fraggle

Clone High - Topher Bus, Abe, Professor Scudsworth and Mr. butlertron wesley

Scott the Woz - Scott the Woz

Owl House - Collector

BFFS list

@elle-eedee @emishows123 @splashy900 @boogiestronic80s @nightmaremp @moshywoosh @cheezecirno

Might pin this later 👀

This was inspired by @emishows123

[thislovintime]

“[Peter] gets frightened by mass adulation and likes to be a private person. When he found out a fan was watching his house with binoculars he got the horrors.” - Davy Jones, Flip, September 1967

On a related note, fan propositions (or, it seems like, threats)...

“P. TORK, M. DOLENZ — 18 & cute, dying to meet you. CHERI, Rt. 2, Box 728, Sonora, 95370, 532-9259. GAIL, Star Rt. Box 1090, Sonora, 95370, 586-4443.” - from the classified ads section, KRLA Beat, May 5, 1967

“PETER TORK… JE T’AIME SHARON” - from the classified ads section, KRLA, June 17, 1967

“To Peter Tork… I was made to love you… Sharon” - from the classified ads section, KRLA Beat, August 26, 1967

“In our show we all play ourselves, with the exception of Peter Tork who plays a ‘thick’ and he’s not. Pete doesn’t really dig the teeny-bopper scene. Some fans wrote to him that they were watching his house through high-powered binoculars and now he has the curtains drawn all day!” - Davy Jones, Hit Parader, August 1967 (x)

“Peter Tork is my fave! I adore him! I wish you would have more pictures on him. By the way, if he doesn’t have a steady, tell him I’m available! Janet A.
 Asheboro, N.C.” - Monkee Letters, Monkee Spectacular, November 1967

“I just don’t understand why more people don’t like Peter Tork! I myself am wildly in love with him! To give you an idea of how nuts I am about him, I even dream about him at night! So he must be fab! Have more on Peter! Peter’s Fan 
New York, N.Y.” - Monkee Spectacular, January 1968

“Peter Tork, I’m going to catch up with you one of these days! You are lucky that your name and address isn’t in the phone book, or you would have been bombarded with phone calls, Chinese food left on your doorstep, or personal appearances in the middle of the night! I’m going to meet you some day if it kills me! Cathy Wagner Palmdale, Calif.” - Monkee Letters, Monkee Spectacular, March 1968

“I’m writing this to the girl who thinks she’s going to be the future Mrs. Tork. I’ve got one thing to say to her: She’d better start looking for a new husband! Peter is mine! This may sound strange, but I can tell by the way he looks at me each Monday night at 7:30! One day he gave me a smile I’ll never forget! That’s why you’d better start looking for a new husband, friend. Peter will always be mine! P.G. St. Petersburg, Fla.” - Monkee Letters, Monkee Spectacular, April 1968

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

Have the mcgees ever had a chance to meet the planters when they (the planters) were around town and the mcgees traveled to California to visit? How did their 1st meeting go?

After knowing about Scratch for so long, Anne was finally happy to show off her other-worldly family to her distant family. At first Pete and Sharon were a bit panicked and worried but Molly and Darryl were excited to see that Anne was telling the truth and that she actually knows large talking frogs. Eventually Pete and Sharon came around, especially when Hop Pop and Sprig gave some of the pain peppers and gave gardening tips. Darryl wanted to market a smaller Frobo as a new toy but Polly wouldn't go for that (mostly cause Mr X wouldn't allow Amphibia tech to be out in the wild). Molly bonded with all of the Plantars and Scratch liked the large veggies that the Plantars brought with them (after Anne deep fried some of them for a few dishes)

[tgammsideblog]

Do you think we’ll get to see more romantic relationships and their development in the show later on?

Aside from Molly x Ollie and Geoff x Jeff, it has been hinted that Andrea is going to develop a crush on a the red haired girl later on. And of course, maybe some things involving Sharon and Pete.

[fanfic-inator795]

Lemme try again; 🦛 x 🪱 for OTP ask, 3 & 7

Thanks! ^v^

3. Jealousy issues?

It doesn't happen often, but it does happen occasionally. I used to have the headcanon that Warren and Harold/Stinkbomb would naturally get along really well since they're literally a worm and a plant, and I feel like Hypno would get just a bit jealous about that, being worried that Warren would start to like being around Harold more.

With Warren, meanwhile, it's less about him being jealous of a specific person/people and more annoyed about being unintentionally ignored whenever Hypno is distracted by others. (I just feel like Warren has a bit too much of an ego to ever believe that someone else would be able to outshine him enough to catch his honey-hippo's eye)

7. Do they want (have) kids?

Ehhhhh... I feel like Hypno wouldn't mind having kids eventually given how he definitely has those nurturing/guiding vibes. Warren, meanwhile, would need to be convinced about it, since I could see him being easily annoyed by them. However, I could see him bonding with an older kid/teen (much like how I like to imagine him bonding with April when she becomes a journalism student).

Thanks again! And to everyone else, please feel free to send me some more OTP asks for Hippoworm, Jeoff, Bob/Linda, Pete/Sharon, Wolf/Snake, etc!

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

8.12.24 Another Monday

8:24 am

Uncle DD is here again with Aunt Karen...Hmm....Not sure but I know I locked the door in our kitchen and he was able to open it....I will let it pass today...

Drinking my first cup of coffee...

1:08 pm

Still,have windblow...

My nana is watching "eat bulagah"....Tito,Vic & Joey mentioned again "Carmeloh"...

I'm watching "The Umbrella Academy" there are siblings who have super powers and one of them named FIVE, got a job somewhere,he became a part of case manager, people who created stories and plot a story for someone.

I wanna understand everything, if I talk to KC... I first saw her time that I worked in Cebu Pacific Air as ground attendant.

The first time that I saw KC was the time that I worked in Cebu Pacific Air as ground attendant. KC was already on her peak and looked like a hollywood artist already,with her long line crew... Huge crew...

So, many past stories happened that time to me but to make the story short... Time that my X-Ryan went to his seaman duty, I went back here in Cavite and I remember watching "Sharon Cuneta" show coz I just saw it on TV and I was just resting in the house. Time that I had my partial amnesia... But I was still able to work.

I just don't want Mitch to escape.... If she did something... I want her to explain everything... Did she give me this "simple battery"?

If I had friends, I wanted to be returned in a way... But some group put an obstacle on me... For me to be simply forgotten. I want to be pampered again or to be known as spoiled.

Returning in any way but not putting an obstacle on my maturity.

Some people put an obstacle for me not to get success for 17 years already, the plotter or someone made a case story for me to be "simply forgotten"...

The enemy wanted me to be "simply forgotten"!!!

I just don't want Mitch to escape without me knowing everything...

I still wanna get Garret or my cousin white and Pete and Ash... I need a talk... But I truly love my cousin-white.

I wanna see people that I wanna see...

I hate Manalo's until the end!!!

I wanna be the case manager of Manalo's, I hate them so much and some of their bad hearts group! Tragic for them...

Save my beloved...Save the people who are genuine to me...

KC must attack the Manalo's artist be assisted by Bea...Coz they are tall and skinny... They are stealers as well...

It should happen KC and Bea....Make it happen... I'm your sister and this is the case to plot and fulfill... The instructions are here...

Again, I can kill a traitor friend.....I will monitor the case of Manalo...

I feel bitterish...

I can kill a traitor friend coz it is so painful!!!

Let's be "Rainbow Umbrella Corporation"....

[xprojectrpg]

This Day in X-Project - December 7

PHASE 2

2015: Maya texts Xavin to not be in their suite tonight, as she’s reacting badly to the accident. Darcy lets Clint know she has a birthday gift for him. At the last bar of Clint’s birthday pub crawl, he and Gabriel have an awkward moment; a very drunk Clint texts his thanks for his birthday on xp_staff; Kyle accidentally outs Clint and Matt as mutants to Matt's friend Foggy Nelson. Jean leaves Kitty a Hanukkah gift. Julian texts Tandy asking if yesterday’s accident really happened. Hungover Gabriel needs an egg sandwich or five. Hungover Natasha texts Clint demanding bacon and being glad of the gift of Chinese food provided by Angel. Xavin posts to xp_generation_x to let Maya know they aren’t going to be roommates any more and an online brawl ensues before Nica steps in. Wade asks Sharon for help with Maya, given their shared heritages and Sharon’s military background.

2016: Matt makes a journal post to wish Clint a Happy Birthday. Miles makes a journal entry about his girlfriend’s lowkey racist father. Tabby makes a journal entry asking for help with algebra.

2017:

2018: Amanda discovers Pete Shelley, a member of Buzzcocks, has died. Jean posts an article about how the centre of the galaxy smells like rum and raspberries.

2019: Natasha texts Clint wishing him a belated birthday.

2020:

2021:

2022: Gabe asks if the Hellfire Gala is a required attendance thing. Darcy posts the World Cup Quarter Finals chart.

[jazzymarie1006]

Sharon and Molly really saw these two accident prone people with the worst luck imaginable...

And were just like "Yep, this one right here! Absolute perfection!"

[moartist18]

Stete Week

A ship week that a friend made awhile back at August

[lightupthemoon]

The Effect You Got On Me (Part 2)

Part II: no one has to know what we do

PART 1 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5

Summary: Kate's ideas will be the death of you, but how can you say no?

Pairing: Kate Bishop x reader

Warnings: None, really, just an archery lesson by the World's Greatest Archer, implied jealousy and implied spice. A bit of fluff. 18+ still for future parts, minors DNI.

Word count: 3.6 K

Read on AO3

Author's Note: Thank you all so much for the feedback, I am glad you're liking it because I am having a lot of fun writing it. There's gonna be three more parts, so stay tuned for that. This one is loosely based on my favorite TS song of all time, Wildest Dreams (Taylor's Version). Enjoy!

“Where did you say you are again?” 

“Archery range. Kate wanted to stay a bit longer to perfect her aim.” 

Peter groaned on the other line. “Come on, Y/N. I’m sure Kate can get by without you for a little while. I seriously need help.” 

You chewed on your lip, lifting your gaze from the arrow quiver in your hands to where Kate stood by the target boards, shamelessly flashing dashing smiles and flirting with the small group of giggling girls surrounding her and that had interrupted the practice you were helping her with. If there was a moment you could have left without her noticing it, it was that one. 

You put down the quiver, letting it rest by your shoe and tightening your grip on the phone on your ear. “I don’t know, Pete, have you seen my track record? I am absolutely not your best option for wooing anyone. You should try America, she has a talent for that sort of thing.”

“Her flirting is just using her lower register and speaking Spanish! I don’t know Spanish!” 

You tried to suppress a laugh at the apparent desperation in Peter’s voice. It was adorable. “Pete, MJ already said yes to you. She is going to like you even if you don’t speak Spanish.”

You heard the boy groan again, and you could almost picture him throwing himself dramatically onto his bed. You smiled. “You are the worst friend ever.”

“I’ll tell you what, I’m gonna text Mer and tell her to help you. And as soon as I’m done here, I’ll go over there and brainstorm, okay?” 

You looked back at the archer as a tall blonde girl brushed her lips against Kate’s cheek and said something that sounded an awful lot like I’ll be waiting, baby. You weren’t sure–you had walked away from the target boards to answer your phone call specifically to avoid hearing that. For some reason, however, instead of looking at the blonde and the rest of the girls walk away as she usually would do, Kate looked your way. 

Peter sighed, defeated. “Fine, I’ll take it but I still don’t like you.”

You scoffed. “Oh, please, you know you love me.” Kate raised her eyebrows, questioning you with her ocean eyes as she walked towards you. “I’ll call you when I’m on my way. See you later.” 

The brunette reached you just as Peter said bye back and you ended the call. She was still firmly gripping her bow with one hand, the muscles in her bare arm flexed. You had to resist the urge to touch her. 

“Are you leaving?” She asked, a bit of disappointment clear in her voice. 

You shook your head, reaching down to pick up the quiver by your legs. “Not yet but you better get to work. I’m needed elsewhere.”

In what was probably an attempt at not letting your encounter make things awkward between the two of you, you and Kate carried on as if nothing had happened between you. Kate still met you for lunch between classes and listened to your rants about Sharon’s latest conquest and in turn, you still met her for practice after class and watched her flirt with every pretty girl that randomly decided to show up at the archery range to strike up a conversation with a very hot, very sweaty Kate Bishop in her tight workout clothes. You found it just as annoying as you did since meeting the archer. 

Nevertheless, you would be blind if you didn’t notice that something had shifted. Some hugs became a little tighter, some touches lasted a few seconds too long to be accidental and you had even caught Kate staring at you once or twice before she tried to distract you by telling you about the latest girl that slid in her DMs. In all honesty, you'd be lying if you said Kate had not called you out on spacing out during a conversation a few times, your mind plagued by memories from that eventful night that came rushing to you at the most inconvenient times. 

As a matter of fact, at that moment, as one of Kate’s hands firmly gripped the wooden base of her bow while the other tensed the bowstring and pulled the arrow back into her with three slender fingers, vivid images of how those fingers felt inside you rushed to you so fast you almost dropped her quiver. Luckily, Kate didn’t notice. She released the arrow, the sound of it cutting through the air and landing perfectly on target.

“Who was that on the phone?” Kate asked with an airy tone, looking at you from the corner of her eye. You clicked your tongue, handing her another arrow. 

“Less talking and more shooting, Katniss. The blondes distracted you enough.” 

She glared at you, playfully sticking out her tongue at you. “My coach said I need to be relaxed and stress-free.” Kate retorted, pulling back her bowstring and preparing to shoot. “The blondes can help with that,” She said with a wink after releasing the arrow, which hit the bullseye perfectly. 

You rolled your eyes. "He also said he expected no less than a first-place trophy from you, Legolas, so I’d get to work if I was you. Tournament season starts next week."

Despite the hours spent watching Kate practice in the last couple of months, you had never noticed before how incredibly attractive she looked while holding a bow and arrow in her hands. Her whole demeanor exuded confidence, evident in the ever-present arrogant smirk on her face every time an arrow landed perfectly on target and the sheer determination and focus in the deep ocean of her eyes. She made it look extremely easy, too. The level of comfort she had was outstanding, the muscles in her back so very noticeable through the light purple tank top she was wearing that day. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” Kate pointed out, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You licked your dry lips and handed her another arrow, shaking the incriminating thoughts out of your head. “It was Peter. He finally asked MJ out and he’s freaking out. He wants to, and I quote, woo her.” 

“What is this, the 1950s?”

“Don’t be mean,” You smiled. “He, unlike you, is a romantic, which is adorable.” 

"Excuse me," Kate lowered her bow to look at you, feigning offense. "I can be romantic if I want to!" 

You pursed your lips, amused. "Oh? Enlighten me, then. How would you woo a girl?" 

She walked over to the target boards to retrieve her arrows, glancing back at you with a mischievous glow in the blue of her eyes, the ghost of a smile lingering on her lips. She put the arrows back on the quiver and pulled it off your hands, sliding it over one of her shoulders and adjusting it so it rested comfortably on her back. You stood there, waiting for her answer. 

"Do you know how to shoot with a bow and arrow?" She asked, sounding innocent enough for you to know she was up to something. 

Your furrowed your eyebrows. "No, why are you asking?" 

"Come here," Kate said, extending her hand towards you with a smile. "Let me teach you." 

Your eyes widened in surprise but your body reacted before your brain did. You placed your hand in Kate's and let her lead you to the spot where she previously stood to make her shots. She stayed behind you, handing you her bow.

"It's not as hard as you would think, it's just all about the stance," Kate said near your ear and you had to summon all of your willpower not to shiver when her hot breath touched your skin. You heard her pull an arrow from the quiver and she handed it to you. "Come on, show me how you'd take a shot."

Endless hours of watching Kate practice and your brain decided to go blank. You breathed in shakily, gripping the bow as if your life depended on it, and placed the arrow against it, pulling back the arrow and the string as it made more sense to you. Kate let out an almost inaudible laugh and stepped into your space, lightly pressing her body against you. 

"You're too tense," she pointed out, her face peeking over your shoulder. "One finger above the arrow, two below," she instructed you and placed her hand around yours, adjusting your fingers holding the arrow and the string. "Press your hand to your mouth." 

"Wh-what?" 

"It's an anchor point. That way you'll shoot your arrow in a straight line." You could almost hear the smile in her voice. "Now, lower your elbow," you felt her hand on your elbow, moving it to the right position. You wondered how on earth you weren't shaking. "And relax your grip on the bow," her other hand wrapped around your hand holding the bow and you immediately melted under her touch. Your grip loosened but Kate didn't move away. "Now take a deep breath." Her free hand landed on your waist. You inhaled, a mix of the fresh air, sweat, lavender, and musk filling your lungs. "And release." 

The arrow slipped through your fingers and flew through the air, landing a little far to the right but on the target nonetheless. You gasped in surprise and turned to Kate, only to remember that she had not moved an inch as you made your shot. One move and the gap between you would disappear.

"I di-I did it," you stammered and she smiled sweetly, a hint of pride shining in her eyes. 

"That was a great shot," Kate still didn’t budge. "A little more practice and you might snatch my title." 

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you. "I don't think that's possible. No one's better than you." 

Your gaze inadvertently flicked to her lips for a second and by the way she smoothed her tongue over them, Kate noticed. You were so close you could pick out every wave of silver in her ocean eyes, and count every freckle on her cheek. You saw the doubt written on her face as if she was waiting for you to step back, but you were frozen in place. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to but God, you wouldn’t have moved either way.

Your eyes fluttered shut and the gap between you disappeared, butterflies erupting in your stomach and nestling all the way to your ribcage when your body recognized the taste of her lips. The kiss was gentle, shy even, barely there but unsettling in its very own way. You wanted nothing more than to turn towards her more comfortably and kiss her properly but the moment felt fleeting, so fragile it could break with any sudden movements. You stayed there, hypnotized, with your lips lightly pressed to Kate’s. 

The spell broke as soon as it began. Kate’s phone started ringing in her pocket and pulled you both out of your daze. Kate drew back slowly, almost seeming like she didn’t want to, mumbling something under her breath that you couldn’t quite catch. Still, the corners of her lips were slightly tugged upward. You looked down at the bow you didn't know you were still holding, trying to process what had just happened. 

"What's up, Lena?" You heard her answer, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked at her, mildly confused, while she made various noises of acknowledgment and nodded at whatever Yelena was saying. She never looked away from you. Finally, you heard her say, "Yeah, she's with me, I'll let her know," as a black curl of hair fell on her face. Your hand moved forward without your permission, placing it behind her ear as if it was a normal thing you did. You blinked repeatedly, cursing yourself internally, but she only smiled. “Don’t worry about us, we’ll manage. You guys have fun.”

The tension was there now and you could feel it, burning you from the inside out. She hung up the call and pointed at her phone, awkwardly. "That was Yelena." 

"I gathered," you replied with a shaky breath. "What did she say?" 

She took the bow from your hands and slipped it over her upper body. "She heard Peter whining about his date and she and America are taking him shopping. Said it might be a while." 

"Oh. I guess he really is freaking out, then." For some reason you couldn't understand, your heart sped up inside your chest. Maybe it was the way she looked into your eyes. 

"Yep, he is." She stepped back into your space and without hesitation, placed both her hands on your waist. "Lena said Mer and Pete are crashing at her place tonight." 

You gulped. "Oh, that sounds nice. Maybe I should join them. Since you know, I promised Pete I would." 

"You could," Kate said, bobbing her head in agreement and getting her face closer to you. "Or we could go to your very empty dorm room and have a party of our own. Your choice." 

"Oh." Was she really implying what you thought she was? "I didn't think you wanted to–" 

"I do. I really do." 

The staring contest was intense and you couldn't think of anything else but the heat that radiated off the fingers on your waist over the fabric of your shirt. Her face was mere inches away from you, waiting for you to give way to what she wanted or step back and walk away. You knew Kate wouldn't do anything unless you wanted it, too.

You pressed your lips to hers before she could change her mind. 

—

“Okay, time out.” 

Kate chuckled and nodded in agreement, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing.

The sun had come down and your room was littered with clothes all over the floor, the twin-size bed in the dorm room you shared with America far too small to fit you both comfortably. Or at least that’s what you told yourself to justify your unwillingness to tear yourself away from Kate. She didn’t seem to mind, though, as she wrapped her arm around you.

“I gotta admit I’m impressed,” Kate muttered, playfully. “I didn’t think you’d last this long.”

You laid your head on her chest, resting your chin in the space between her collarbone and her breast just to look at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Kate’s hand brushed some damp hair off your forehead with her free hand. “Carter just doesn’t strike as the type to, you know, go all night.”

You clicked your tongue at her remark. “You would be surprised. She has skills, trust me.” 

“Well, remind me to thank her next time I see her,” Kate smiled, cheekily. “‘Cause I’m quite enjoying the results.”

You snorted, shaking your head in disapproval, unable to wipe the smile off your face. “You’re an idiot.”

“Well, I still wooed you, didn’t I?” She said, wiggling her eyebrows with smugness all over her features. 

You gasped, amused. "Oh, so we just spent the last few hours going at it so you could prove your point? Is that what you're saying?"

“When have you known me to turn down a challenge?” 

“Unbelievable.” 

Another laugh fell from her lips, a warm feeling bubbling up in your chest at the sound of it. You changed your position and pressed your cheek to her chest, trying to conceal the faint shade of pink covering your cheeks. You stayed like that for a while, engulfed in the comfortable silence between you, her hand on your bare waist tracing small figures with her fingertips. 

“I haven’t had this much fun in a long time,” she said, her voice coming out with uncharacteristic shyness. “Thank you for that.”

"What do you mean? Isn't this–" You made a vague hand movement between your bare bodies that said enough in itself. "Like your hobby? You know, the thing you do for fun?" 

“I guess you could call it that,” Kate snickered. “But I mean, it’s been a long time since the last time I joked around with someone I just had sex with. It feels nice.”

You ran your fingers over her stomach, lightly tracing the shape of her abs. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Ask away.”

“Why?” You pulled away from her just enough to look back at her. “Why settle for one-night stands when you could have… more?”

Kate chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about her answer. "Well, in my experience," she started, carefully. "People come and go. Nothing lasts forever. I guess I just never wanted to wait around for something that might not last, you know?" 

"Hm." 

"You're judging." 

"No, no, I am not." You laughed. "You are right, most people do come and go, but some stay.”

"Perhaps." She combed your hair with her fingers, lightly scratching your scalp. "But I just rather focus on things I can control." 

“And I just think that, if you gave yourself the chance, you could have something good. Something real." 

You wiggled a little on the bed to reach her level and continue your argument looking eye to eye, but to your surprise, Kate pulled you into a silky kiss as soon as your cheek reached her shoulder, making you feel something that spread through your entire system like a wildfire. She drew back and it was unsettling, the way she looked at you. You could feel there was something she wasn't saying, something you desperately wanted to know and didn't know how to ask for. 

“So, I was thinking,” Kate whispered, looking down at your lips for a second. “And this is only a suggestion, it's totally okay if you don't want to, I don't want you to feel pressured or anything.”

“Okay?”

"What if you and I kept on doing…" She imitated the vague hand movement between you two that you did earlier. "This?" 

"What?" You were flabbergasted. "You're joking."

"I'm not." The look on her face did seem pretty serious. "Listen, we can help each other out. I keep on helping you get Carter out of your system and you help me stay focused on tournament season. It's a win-win."

"What do you think I was doing today by holding your arrows and telling you to stop flirting with the blondes?" 

"But that's what I mean–you were right. The blondes do distract me, and flirting and getting to the action does take time I don't have at the moment." She smiled. "That's where you come in. I'd be laser-focused and stress-free." 

You truly couldn’t believe what she was saying. "So basically, that would make us what? friends with benefits? fuck buddies?" 

"if you wanna call it that, sure." 

You were certain the look of pure shock you had on your face was worrisome because Kate’s hand found your cheek, soothingly caressing your skin. You subconsciously leaned into her gentle touch, your body relaxing immediately.  

“It was just a thought, don’t freak out. You can say no if you don’t want to, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just–” You shook your head. “Why me? I’m sure there are plenty of other girls that–”

“None of them know me the way you do.”

Your heart leaped inside your chest. You should have said no, that much you knew. One time could be forgotten, two times an accident that wouldn’t happen again. But this? It was reckless and dangerous, with the potential to destroy something good and comfortable and safe. However, tangled in sheets with Kate, the taste of her still lingering on your lips–you knew that what you had wouldn’t be enough. You wanted more, and if you were to continue being around her as you had the last couple of months, you would only want more.     

"We would need some ground rules." 

Kate’s eyes widen in surprise, clearly not expecting that answer. She recovered quickly, a grin immediately taking over her face. “Of course. What do you have in mind?”

"Well, first of all, no one knows. I am sure America and Yelena would have very strong opinions about it and I don't wanna deal with that." 

Kate shivered at the thought. "They would probably yell at me for corrupting you, so I agree.” She glanced down to her fingers running over one of your shoulders, tracing your skin gently.

You chuckled, feeling the goosebump her touch was leaving behind. “Exactly. And Peter would be convinced this is how our love story begins or something of the sort.”

Kate gazed back into your eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly up. You wanted to point out that what you just said was something Peter would think, not you, but your voice got stuck in your throat. Kate’s fingers were now tracing the side of your neck, up to your jaw, and your mouth inadvertently parted open, blue eyes falling to your lips almost immediately.  

Kate cleared her throat, snapping herself out of her thoughts. Her hand left your face, resting on the back of her own neck. "Which brings us to rule number two, friendship first. No matter what happens, we should not let it affect our relationship."

You nodded, unable to ignore the lightest shade of pink now across Kate’s face. "And If at any point any of us wants to stop or there's any sort of uncomfortable feelings about it, we should be honest with each other." 

"And finally, it's a casual thing. We are friends who are having great sex, nothing more. So, no jealousy, no strings attached, and no hard feelings. Deal?" 

No deity could help you now if they tried. "Deal."

Taglist: @girlssnrosess @simpforflorencepugh1 @phantomvalkyriee @messuhp @dumbassbitchwithnotits @musicinourlips @chrisevanisliterallysir

[ironstrange-is-the-endgame]

I just had an amazing fic idea I don’t think I’ll be able to write (just as much as my forever dream of Captain!Falcon x PowerBroker!Sharon) so hear me out everyone: Sorcerer!Nad x GhostSpider!Betty (Spider Gwen but her name is not Gwen so…).

Betty has always proved herself to be a Peter supporter not only as her boyfriend’s best friend in NWH but also when Spidey’s true identity has been revealed to the world, if I’m not wrong, she also was in the debate team in Homecoming and she’s a journalist to-be so she’s smart and she can look at clues. I don’t know how Stephen’s spell works, but for sake of this idea let’s say it’s not like Hermione’s “Oblivius” spell so there are still pictures of Pete and written stuff and we’ve never known how exactly Tom!Pete got bitten.

So she starts to put pieces together and somehow asks the right questions to the point where it’s not like she “remembers”, but she has a pretty clear picture. So she also realizes the world needs Spider-Man, ok? And while she CAN’T be Spider-Man, she can help. She starts to get also dates together. No mentions or videos of Spider-Man before their field trip to “Oscorp” (or the MCU equivalent for that) which means that must have been the moment, and since it was SPIDER-Man it must have something to do with spiders. She sneaks in, or gets an internship, or asks somebody (Ned) to hack into some PCs and gets an idea of which spider. She gets bitten (and really surprised nobody took away the radioactive spider but whatever I need it for the idea) and gains spider Gwen’s powers (the ones from Into the Spiderverse). She doesn’t want to be Spider-Woman, she’s wearing somebody’s else shoes, so she chooses to be Ghost-Spider (as in doing Spider-Man’s/Peter’s work as a ghost).

Meanwhile like we see Peter and Happy on May’s grave we know they remember something, and even if without the link of Peter, Ned remembers about Wong and Doctor Strange (NWH proved he’s a big Sorcerers’ nerd) + the Cloak starts to bring Stephen’s spare sling rings to Ned because Cloakie loves Spider-Boy and misses him very much, being a sentient being it remembers, I decided so. Whatever, Wong is surprised by the fact that this 20-something years old kid can learn spells faster than Stephen ever did (and teases him a lot about that), and he’s the one to propose Ned to join the order as an apprentice.

Something big but not that big happens while Stephen is busy in his multiverse of cameos and Wong has to put together a team. He doesn’t want to, but whatever, the Avengers are mostly gone, Wong doesn’t know the remaining ones so well (but maybe Bruce) and he doesn’t have the time to deal with them. So he asks Ned and other skilled baby wizards to help out. The “big but not that big” thing pops up in Betty’s screen too so she swings in (add Kate and Yelena for more chaoticness*) and my idea pretty much ends here. Of course they save the day, but it’s a mess, a big big one. Ned and Betty decide to catch up after the fight and then laugh at their past idiotic selves, but realize they were happy together and start to go out again because they are sweet and I love them!

* Betty: Ned?! Why are you surrounded by golden mandalas?

Ned: Wong came up to me and told me “you are a wizard, Harry!”

Yelena: *loud laughs*

Kate: it was not that funny

Betty: sorry, who are you?

Kate: I’m Hawkey

Ned: last time I checked, Hawkeye was a buff guy with an arm sleeve tattoo and an horrible haircut

Yelena: Kate Bishop is Hawkeye now, she is Kate Bishop!

Kate: and this makes my superhero name completely pointless

Yelena: Don’t be angry, Kate Bishop.

[melancholymaz]

Enceinte (3)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader 

Summary: Now at 16 weeks in your pregnancy, The avengers have been taking the Uncle and Aunty role with pride, With your nursery being built and painted. But it’s game night and what better way to do that than have the avengers have a sleepover? 

Warnings: Sad!Nat turns into Soft!Nat and couldn’t help but end it in domestic!Avengers. Swearing and Bucky and Steve cheating at Uno. Also talks of parents disowning their child.

Y/S/P = Your sexual preference 

A/N: Here’s part 3! I am so deeply sorry it’s taken this long! Enjoy!

Deciding to live in the compound while pregnant has been both a blessing and a curse. Unfortunately with your parents having disowned you when you came out as Y/S/P, you didn’t have very many people to tell, besides a few friends and cousins, To which they were ecstatic. 

The positives are that Nat doesn’t miss a thing as her and the team have decided to only go on missions unless necessary. So now they can be there for milestones or help if you ever need it. Even Carol has decided to stay until her niece or nephew is born. You and Natasha have both been reading pregnancy and baby books and even Tony had the two of you sleep in a spare room temporarily as him and the team combine your room with the vacant one next door for the baby’s nursery which is now ready to decorate. In about 3 weeks you’ll be having your gender reveal, as you and Nat had agreed you were far too excited to wait to see if your baby was a boy or a girl. Despite it being your first pregnancy, Your 16 week baby bump was very much noticeable, and now  you didn’t look like you ate too much the night before, like you did when your bump was first starting to grow.

You’ve been keeping as active as you could, doing mild workouts during the day to keep as fit as you can. You’ve noticed your skin has become a bit more clearer, as the ‘pregnancy glow’ makes it’s mark.  Sometimes you’ll have random blood noses, which is normal as Dr Cho had to convince Nat a hundred times, but it didn’t make them any less annoying. Warm baths and back massages had become your best friend as your bump starts to grow, If your back pain is bad now you dread the pain that is to come. You’ll even become dizzy at random points during the day, and it’s handy having the avengers around to easily catch you if you start to sway. 

You’ve started wearing maternity clothes, to which Nat loves. Your choice in bras have become different thanks to your ever growing breasts, and she loves finding new ways to take them off as fast as she can. The only thing she loves to pout about is the fact you’ve started sleeping on your left side, as now it’s rare she gets to see your face as you both lay in bed together. That doesn’t stop her from rubbing and talking to the baby every night though. 

Finishing up in the gym for the day, you wipe your forehead to rid the sweat and take a swig from your drink bottle, taking a breather before you say goodbye to Steve and Bucky who are both training together. Making your way to Your’s and Nat’s bedroom, you pass Wanda and Carol in the hallway, who asks you how you were feeling and if you needed anything, much to your gratitude.

As you enter your room you immediately notice somethings wrong. You hear a sniffle before a soft cry, and you notice it’s coming from the nursery. A frown settles on your face as you walk in and you can’t help the feeling of your heartbreaking a little. There Nat sit’s in the middle of the empty room crying, staring up at the half finished Winnie the pooh themed wall mural Steve has started, making sure to leave a spot blank to paint the baby’s name when you and Nat have decided on one. 

“Babe? What’s the matter?” You ask, slowly coming up behind her, placing your hands on her shoulders, softly peering at her face. Her puffy eyes look up at you and she gives you a small sad smile. “I thought I was the one that was supposed to be emotional.” 

“I’m sorry, I just came in here to see the mural but then I couldn’t help but think how surreal all of this is. I mean I never would have thought 2 years ago that you’d be my girlfriend much less pregnant with our first child. I mean all my life I thought I’d never have kids much less a partner. I used to have nothing, and now I’ve got this job... and this, family that couldn’t love us any more.” 

“It does seem a bit crazy doesn’t it.” You say softly, lightly massaging her shoulders as she lets a few more tears fall. You know the best thing right now is to just comfort her and let her have her moment. 

“I am so incredibly lucky to have the team, and you, and especially our baby. Everything I’ve ever wanted right here and I don’t know how or why I deserve it.” 

“To be quite honest with you my love I think we’re the lucky ones. To have someone so loving and forgiving like you is definitely rare. Beans going to have the most protective and playful mama, and I think I can speak for the team when I say there’s no one that could ever replace you. You deserve all of this, The team, the family and most importantly me and our baby.” You tell her honestly, placing her hand on your bump. 

“You think so?” She asks with so much uncertainness. 

“I know so.” You smile, to which she returns. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Nat replies, the soft smile on her face as she looks up at you. 

“Yeah, multiple times.” You smile. “Now come on, we’re gonna go have a shower and go see the team, It’s game night.” 

“Yes Ma’am.” 

-

“This game is bullshit!” Sam screams, slamming his uno cards on the table before standing up and kicking his chair. “He’s cheating!! There is no way he can win game 5 times in a row!! He just picked up 4 cards!” 

“Stop being a sore loser.” A smug Bucky says, taking joy in his friends rage. 

“Stand up and clean out your pockets.” You demand, also annoyed at your friend. Bucky does as you say with a smug smile on his face, pulling his pockets from his shorts and jumper, proving he didn’t cheat. When he sit’s down however, you catch something in the corner of your eye and you shake your head with scoff when Steve subtly high fives Bucky under the table. Nat must have seen it to, because she too shakes her head and speaks up. 

“Steven, my lovely captain.” Natasha says albeit too sweetly. 

“Yes Nat?” He replies, probably too quickly to come off as nonchalant.

“Would you like to stand up and empty your pockets too?” I finish instead, smiling at the blonde who looks at Bucky then stands and does the same, which ends in him pulling out roughly 10 cards from his sweatpants pocket. 

“Are those Bucky’s Cards?” Wanda asks, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. 

“...no?” Steve replies. “They’re mine?” 

“Steve is that or is it not Bucky’s cards?” Carol asks this time, her face stern, which you know is making Steve slightly panic. You see Bucky staring at Steve, almost daring him to lag on him. 

“Okay fine. Buck and I made a deal that I would help him win because he always loses and he’s sick of Sam and Y/N always winning.” Steve confesses ashamedly, Bucky’s eyes widening in betrayal. 

“I KNEW IT!!” Sam yells. Nat just stares dumbfounded, meanwhile Tony, Rhodey and Bruce just watch things unfold shaking their head in disappointment, Wanda and Carol stand up and start packing up the Uno cards as they both know no one will want to play after this. You, however, stare at Bucky with betrayal and hurt. 

“You always say you want me to win! This is discrimination against pregnant women.” You joke, to which Nat laughs behind you. 

“I think he wanted you to win so the baby will be named after him.” Rhodey inputs. 

“Definitely won’t be now.” You say to which Bucky frowns. “Sorry pal lost your chance.” 

“What-” 

“Yeah because we all know the baby’s gonna be named after me.” Tony interrupts Bucky, pouring himself a drink at the bar. 

“Jokes on all of you, we’re not naming the baby after any of you.” Nat replies, smiling matter-of-factly after nearly everyone looks at her offended.  “You all suck.” 

“Besides me.” Carol says, sticking her hand up. 

“No definitely you.” Is Rhodey’s reply, causing Carol to throw the uno cards at him. Everyone begins to move into the common room, deciding to chill before someone picks a movie. 

“Speaking of the baby, what’s the update?” Steve walks in, handing Wanda the chip bowl, who thanks him quietly. 

“Well, Bean should be starting to hear sounds now hopefully, muscles are getting stronger and should be having coordinated arm and leg movement.” You explain, the team listening attentively. 

“And Bean is now the size of an apple!” Natasha quickly adds. 

“Seriously can’t wait to be an uncle.” Tony says, scratching his greying goatee. “How are you wanting to do the gender reveal?” 

“Well so far it’s just gonna be all of us, Pete, Clint and his family, Fury, Sharon and Maria. Thor too if he’s back in time from Asgard. We’ll get Dr. Cho to put the respective colour in a big balloon and we’ll have like mini games and just have a fun time with all of us.” Nat explains. The team nods, and you can see Tony’s gears in his head rolling, probably just promoted himself the event planner. 

“There is to be no one invited without our permission.” You direct to Tony, who just nods. 

Just an hour later you and the team have all set up mattresses and blankets all over the common room, deciding to have a sleepover all together. Bruce and Rhodey as an exception as they believe they’re “too old” to have sleepovers. You and Nat set up on the end of all the mattresses, in case need to go toilet during the night. You’re surprised everyone agreed to do it, considering they’re the earths mightiest heroes. 

-

As the end credits of the fourth movie rolls around, you look around to see everyone but you and Nat have fallen asleep. You move back down and start to wiggle around to find a comfortable spot, but end up failing miserably. 

“You okay babe?” Nat asks, lightly rubbing your back after you groan for the third time. 

“Just can’t seem to get comfortable.” You mumble back, trying to fall asleep. 

“Would you like me to go get your new pregnancy pillow?” She asks laying her head on your shoulder, to which you nod softly. Nat gives you a kiss on the cheek before she stands and steps over you to go get your pillow from your shared room. When she comes back a few minutes later, she helps you position yourself and when you finally find a comfortable spot, you can’t help but sigh in relief. 

“Thank you my love.” You mumble, already drifting off. 

“Go to sleep Malysh, I’ll try to not keep you awake while I say goodnight to Bean.” Nat whispers, already moving down to talk to your bump. You hum in goodnight before you drift off into a deep slumber. 

Malysh = Baby

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What about PetexSharon McGee?

(Honest Ship Ask Meme)

Pete x Sharon McGee

They balance each other out and are a strong parental unit. Not much to say about them atm other than like the Boonchuys’, they’re marriage goals