THIS IS SO SAD STOP.

THIS IS SO SAD STOP.

Darcy’s noodles 😞😞

I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH MANY CROSSOVER FANART TODAY.

🎵Oh damn, suddenly we’re free to fly🎵 I swear I didn’t expect this to be so detailed when I started it, but here we are. I was going to draw just a regular old bar, but then I started adding little nods to mystic arts here and there and it started building and building… There are things from the movies, things from the comics… Which I suppose implies that Stephen’s best friend has been hopping through the multiverse. 😂 Zoom feature is your friend in this, people.

Three Things

Imagine: You and Gamora watching the stars late at night while listening to Peter's music together

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After it being the third time you heard a bang, you finally decided to get up and confront whoever was making noise this late at night. You walked into the base of Milano and were shocked to see Gamora already beat you to it. 

“You were woken up by that noise too?” You sleepily slurred your words. Gamora looked up at you quickly, startled at your entrance the same way you were when you noticed her. “Oh, did I wake you?” That’s when you realized it wasn’t one of the boys being annoying, it was her. Wondering why she was up this late -or maybe she woke up early, you weren’t quite sure- you sat down next to her and watched as she fiddled with the blade in her hands.

“Well, yeah… But it’s alright,” The glow of the stars and other fancy lights from outside made the features of her face shine in a way that made you feel warm. “Why are you up at this time?” You whispered softly, trying not to bother her or wake anyone else up. 

Gamora looked around the room, anywhere but your eyes, really… You weren’t sure if it was to dodge confrontation or if she simply didn’t hear you. To avoid yourself from embarrassment, you didn’t repeat yourself incase she did hear and it was the former option in your head. 

It was a silence of small breaths and beating hearts before Gamora decided to speak up. “A lot has happened,” You looked at her, “How so?” Gamora pondered for a moment.

“My father kills me in order to kill half of the universe, I come back from 2014 to learn that my sister isn’t as evil as I thought she was… And I’m apparently dating this guy named Peter,” You went silent, she had a fair point. Everything has been screwed up for the past five years. Peter was dusted away with Drax, Mantis and Groot, so you were stuck with Nebula and Rocket for the time being. You got to know Pepper Potts and Tony Stark, learned how much Earth-616 has changed over the years you’ve been exploring the universe. 

“And that’s not even the end of it,” She finished, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I guess you’re right, but you don’t have to go back to the way the other Gamora was living. Or you can, but we understand that you just jumped eight-nine years into the future and we’re all kinda shaken at the moment,” Gamora nodded softly, it was obvious she listened to what you were saying, it just took her a while to process it. That’s when you got an idea.

Standing up, you tiptoed your way through to the pilot seats of the ship and grabbed the walkman and headset from Peter’s chair and came back to sit with a confused Gamora. You handed her the headphones and charaded for her to put them on her head. You searched the walkman for the play button, also confused. After five years on Earth with Tony’s advanced technology, you needed to relearn how to use something you grew up with. 

Finally, your memory refreshed and the music made its way to Gamora’s ears. You looked up as at the green girl the cassette tape chittered. She softly smiled at you, this was your kinda battle music. 

It was nice, the quiet of Gamora’s breath and the faint music you heard coming from the cheap Headset, the stars that lit up the atmosphere of the ship along with Gamora’s beauty. And that’s when something hit you for the third time tonight, you were falling for your friend’s ex. The daughter of Thanos herself, the girl who time travelled her way into the future to help murder half the universe then changed her mind. Your best friend’s sister. 

God, you were even more screwed now.

Imagine: Darcy walking in on you dancing in the kitchen

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Galway Girl blasted through your earbuds as you held your phone and jumped effortlessly around the room to the tune of the song. Singing off-key and mumbling the words you didn't know, you danced your way over to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. You turned around and slammed the door once the beat dropped and pretended to use the bottle of water as a microphone for a couple of seconds. Your loose T-shirt bounced with your terrible rhythm. 

Turning up the volume, you mouthed the words and danced sloppily around the kitchen. The song changed to one that didn't fit in with the mood you were in at the moment. So, you placed the water bottle on the counter and searched your playlist for a different one. 

That's when a little giggle was heard throughout the room. You froze in your spot, the annoying song being paused as you gulped audibly in embarrassment.

You looked up to see your girlfriend of approximately one month holding a hand to her pink-tinted face. Gosh, how much more adorable it would've been if you didn't just make a huge fool out of yourself. 

"Hey…" you dragged out your words along with one of your earbuds. "Hey," she just smiled playfully at you, like you didn't actually just ruin your entire reputation of being the tough Sword agent. 

"How much did you happen to see?" You sheepishly asked, the smile on your face telling its own story. "Everything." She tilted her head as she made her way across the room to you.

Being on the other side of the counter, you dropped your face into your hands and mumbled something incoherent. "I'm sorry what was that?" Darcy giggled again, her hands sliding their way up your bare arms, tickling you slightly. "That was embarrassing," you looked back up at her, hands covering your mouth like a mask. 

She ran her hands up to cup your face gently. "I thought it was adorable," You sighed and clasped your hands with hers, making your way around the rest of the kitchen counter.

You looked into each other's eyes for a moment before you both burst out into laughter. 

Your noses pressed against each other as you classed lips. It was childish and small but the butterflies in her stomach wouldn't leave so it didn't matter.

Foreheads pressed against each other like your noses previously were, you leant in for another small kiss. This one was more soft and meaningful than the last. You felt Darcy smile and couldn't help but giggle back, both your grin plastered faces crashing into each other as an attempt for a third kiss. 

You both finally pulled away from that silly excuse of a make-out session, Darcy's head burrowing into the crook of your neck. Her red lipstick probably stained more than just your lips now, but you didn't care. 

Maybe now would be a good time for that slow song you weren't in the mood for earlier.

Zendaya and Val: Dancing With The Stars

Spideychelle WIP

Peter wiped his bleeding nose, the blood dripping past his lips down his chin and onto the broken ground. Looking up, he mentally winced at the blade tip pointing in his detection. 

He tried backing up, but his fragile legs couldn't handle holding the rest of his aching body. 

It was cold. Everything was being enclosed in black spots. It felt as if he was underwater.

"NO!" Happy held back tears as well as a struggling Michelle. "No! No, no, no, NO!" Harold grasped Mj by the waist and attempted to pull her back. Failing, Michelle and her sobs ran up towards Peter, the entity that previously stabbed him disappearing.

Michelle threw herself onto Peter, cradling his cold, bloodied face. 

"Please, please, please, no… Peter? Peter, please… c'mon," She sniffed, watching her tears hit his face. 

Watching her tears diluting his blood. 

She refused to let go. She wasn't losing Peter too. She wasn't losing anyone. She couldn't.

It was unfair. Peter was a sixteen year old, he's been through everything. He hasn't even gotten to live out his teenage years.