#landsharks

[cobrastrikes421]

Standing in the rain

Zhark and Jeff are in the rain and both of them are wet and Jeff is just drinking the rainwater. Zhark is standing in the rain in serious and standing in the rain with his pride and determination for his zeti master Zavok.

[kiaryn-ledgem]

Have a Flat Saturday near the holidays

[j-restlessgeek]

@funzige-gedachten shark puppies 😻😻

Found on Pinterest 😍😍 had to share!!

🎨: The Art of Ama @nekoama

[nameforthemain]

It's Jeff #31 : goslings and goslings and goslings oh my

[deadpoolian]

Marvel Snap

[why-i-love-comics]

It's Jeff!: The Jeff-Verse #1 (2023)

written by Kelly Thompson art by Gurihiru

[daiwild]

i read the deadpool issues with jeff

[sistersorrow]

Gwenpool is a conceptually depressing as fuck character

She's fully aware she's in a fictional setting beholden to narrative forces, but unlike characters like Deadpool, she doesn't have the same degree of brand power proppering her up, so she's constantly aware that she's one bad day away from being written out of canon

Gwenpool, as upbeat as she generally is, is a character with a much firmer understanding of her own mortality than most other Marvel characters and it is constantly weighing on her

Gwenpool Strikes Back was basically one massive, desperate, manic episode-induced attempt to stay alive, and despite her being retconned as a mutant being presented as a way to secure her more appearances by making her easier to write, but as far as I'm aware, other than her short Love Unlimited comic and a lego camdo, she hasn't made any appearances since

Sure, the ending of the Unbelievable Gwenpool doubles as the end pf Gwenpool as a character, showing her making peace with her nature as a character through how she lives every time someone reads her comics, but with the current body of work associated with her, that just means Gwen is stuck in an existential purgatory forever fearing an ending that will never truly come

[jeff-the-landshark]

[dornonthecob]

RIP Jimmy Buffet. I’ve never connected more with a movie scene than I did with your brief cameo in Jurassic World.

[slightlycomicobsessed]

Peach Momoko Variant of Scarlet Witch #7

[natsmirrorball]

emotional support jeff

Summary: While Natasha is on a mission, Jeff offers you comfort and support on the days where your mind takes control over you. Jeff makes sure you are okay.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader ft. Jeff

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: I guess just feelings of numbness, general depression themes idk it’s a hurt/comfort/vent fic so yeah it’s not too detailed though

Notes: reposting certain type of fics on this acc just bc. not saying my old acc but iykyk. i kinda miss writing marvel fics. miss writing for nat tbh

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You haven’t been doing well lately. You didn’t know what it was, all you knew was there were days you felt everything at once and then there were days you felt nothing. Like an emotionless void. To you, the days you felt nothing were harder. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t cry on those days. Normally crying would help you clear your head a little, help you see through the darkness.

Today was one of those days. You were stuck in bed not having the motivation or energy to even get out of bed. Natasha was on a mission and even though you should be taking care of him and knowing where he was, you knew that Jeff was still being looked after by someone else in the compound. So that was something you didn’t have to worry about, didn’t mean you didn’t feel an immense amount of guilt at not being able to be there for Jeff. Especially since you know he gets sad and misses Natasha when she’s on her missions.

Normally you would try and keep him distracted until Natasha was back so you hope someone else was able to fulfil that role. Your thoughts were loud. There was no end to them either. You closed your eyes and curled up further into the blankets and pillows, hoping for the bed to swallow you so you wouldn’t have to ever have these thoughts again. Of course that didn’t happen. You held your hands on your head, covering your eyes hoping to get some relief from the pressure. You were so far stuck in your head that you didn’t hear the door creak open or feel the sudden weight that appeared on the bed.

‘Mrrr?’ An inquisitive Jeff nudged at the top of your head, trying to push your hands off of your face. He thought you had gone with Natasha since he hadn’t seen you in a few days. Jeff would’ve been a little upset but he could sense that something wasn’t right with you. What pulled you from your thoughts was when you felt your hands suddenly become wet.

You quickly moved your hands, opening your eyes and that’s when you saw the top half of Jeff’s face as he looked over you from above. A small smile made its way on your face when you saw the dopey smile and how he lit up when he saw your face.

‘Hey there,’ Your voice was cracked since you hadn’t used it in days. Giving Jeff a small head pat you opened the blankets enough for him to burrow right in next to you. As soon as your arms wrapped around Jeff you felt all these emotions flood back to you. You couldn’t stop the tears that fell. Holding him closely you felt comfort. Something you hadn’t felt in a few days.

Jeff looked up at you when he felt your tears fall onto him. His smile turned into a frown as he tried to think of ways to make you happy again. Jeff didn’t understand your battles or struggles. But he did know that he could make you smile and laugh and that’s what he loved doing the most.

Without warning Jeff jumped out of the blankets and off the bed, running out the door. You sat up slightly confused at his sudden movements. Just as you were about to get up to see where he went, Jeff came walking back. He jumped up on the bed and dropped a toy onto your lap.

‘Aw buddy. Is this for me?’ Sitting in your lap was his favourite toy. The one he could never sleep without. You had bought it for him when he started having bad nightmares. Trying to think of a way to bring him some comfort. Ever since you gave him the toy he hadn’t had a nightmare since.

‘Mrrr!’ Jeff nodded as you looked at him in awe. You didn’t know what you would do without him. He was always there for you when you needed someone the most. Jeff was one you could always count on. He was always your emotional support Jeff, getting you through your hardest days.

‘Come here,’ You held one arm open and he snuggled right in, ‘Do you want to watch a movie with me?’ Jeff’s eyes lit up when you suggested it. Spending time with you was one of his favourite pastimes and you both had a few days of catching up to do. You settled on Finding Nemo, a movie you didn’t have to focus on since you knew it off by heart. Though you did skip through the Bruce scene where he chased Dory and Marlin since you didn’t want Jeff to get any future ideas.

‘Room for one more?’ Both your heads moved quickly when you heard Natasha’s voice. Natasha laughed at how you both mirrored each other’s reactions, facial and all were the exact same. You and Jeff really were alike in more ways than just causing chaos.

‘Mrr!’ Jeff bounced around on the bed waiting for Natasha to join the two of you. Even though Natasha was the one who just came back from a mission, it was you who was curled up into her side. She didn’t have to question it when she saw all the blinds drawn and the two of you wrapped tightly up in blankets in bed during the middle of the day.

Jeff curled up on Natasha’s lap, mrring contently as Natasha gave him little pats, ‘I’ll always love you and Jeff,’ Natasha whispered while placing a small kiss on your forehead.

‘Emotional support Jeff,’ You corrected, Natasha raised her eyebrow at you waiting for an explanation, ‘You know everyone has an emotional-support-something, right?’ Natasha just nodded with a slight smirk now knowing where you were going with it, ‘Well Jeff is my emotional support, hence emotional support Jeff is his new title,’ You were proud of yourself and Jeff flashed you a big smile at the mention of his name.

‘Well in that case,’ Natasha smiled brightly and gave you both small kisses, ‘I’ll always love you and emotional support Jeff,’

[imagine-knowing-a-name]

Jeff's Valentine

Summary: Natasha and R go on a Valentine's Day date without Jeff, leaving a very upset landshark in Yelena's care.

Word Count: 3086 Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Warnings: Nat and Yelena threatening each other, some romcom bashing, otherwise it's all just fluff :) A/N: It's been a few months since the last entry to the JFU, but everyone's favourite landshark is back :) I hope you all enjoy and, despite the title, it's quite light on the actual romance part. Also this isn't proofread.

Part of The Jeff Fictional Universe

Jeff mumbled tiredly, finally settled into bed for the night. You’d kept him active all day, taking him to the beach, buying him treats, and giving him all of your time overall which, to Jeff, made your next betrayal even worse.

The landshark hadn’t settled into his own bed that night – despite the plethora of options he had – he’d made himself comfortable on yours, which meant waiting for you and Natasha to settle down before he could go to sleep. He groaned again, but neither of you took the hint, both of you continuing your conversation as if he hadn’t interrupted.

“It’s going to be the perfect day,” Jeff heard you promise. Natasha reached out to cup her hand around the side of your face; since neither of you were even looking at him, Jeff huffed once more and stomped around the bed, clearing the space for him to flop suddenly into a curled-up ball. 

“Just the two of us,” you continued. Jeff faced away from you, if you weren’t sleeping soon then there was no point in him staying up.

“Not even Jeff.” The amphibious creature took some issue at that. Gone was his prior sleepy state and in its place – a whole new readiness to fight. What did you mean ‘not even Jeff’? Where would he be? What day could be perfect without him?

You glanced briefly at the agitated shark, but your attention was soon drawn away when Natasha propped herself up on one elbow. Jeff relaxed too, confident in the belief that his other parent would step in to defend him… until she didn’t. What she did do was turn your head back to face her, then leaned in to kiss you.

“I’ll trust your plans, love,” she smirked, “afterall, it can’t be worse than that Valentine’s a couple of years back.”

“In Paris?” you hummed, “romantic destination at least.”

“For the couples who choose to go there, maybe, not the ones on last minute missions. You almost bled to death.”

“Oh, yeah. Getting stabbed isn’t in the plans tomorrow though, don’t you worry.”

“Mmmm, good. I can’t wait to see what is. Goodnight Y/N, and goodnight Jeff.”

“Mrrrr,” Jeff responded, scathingly, though Natasha didn’t know it. He felt somewhat content in his action of wishing you both a bad night, but still fumed from the end of the bed at the fact you had planned activities without him. He vowed never to forget this betrayal and, as he fell asleep, planned to take vengeance in the morning until you reconsidered your plans.

By morning, all was forgotten. Jeff had never had the best memory, but his anger was about to be reignited.

Natasha prised herself slowly and carefully out of bed, taking caution not to wake you as she did so. Unfortunately, that meant walking further away from the bed than usual on her route to the door, and closer to Jeff's corner bed – which he'd retired to midway through the night.

“Mrrrr,” he grumbled, his sleep now disturbed.

“Sorry Jeff.”

Jeff didn’t forgive Natasha with the apology, but he was curious as to what she was up to, so stood up and stretched before padding after her. After slipping through the door, he continued to follow the assassin as she muttered some sort of recipe; he perked up significantly when he realised her destination was the kitchen.

The land shark bounded to her side, purring and butting against Natasha’s legs to attract her attention.

“I’m making pancakes for Y/N, Jeff, do you want to help?”

“Mrrrr!”

Natasha stared at him blankly. “I’ll assume that was a yes,” Jeff heard her mutter, then he was hoisted into the air and deposited on the kitchen counter. “You have to wash your hands first though.”

The redhead shuffled away while Jeff hopped into the sink, where he sat and nudged the tap on in order to wash his hands and his feet and, well, practically his entire body in the end. 

Eventually, he flipped the water back off and fell back to sit with all four legs stretched out in front of him, so that he could show his clean hands to Natasha.

“Very good, Jeff,” she approved, “you can help now that you're clean.”

“Mrrrr,” Jeff beamed.

“Why don't you just sit there while I finish off the batter, then I'll make you one and you can taste test. Sound good?”

“Mrrrrr!” 

“Yeah, thought you'd like that.”

Natasha hurried around for a few seconds more, whisking the bowl until she felt content. Jeff, meanwhile, grew impatient, so grabbed a saucepan from the side and dragged it along the counter, onto the stove, which he then switched on.

Natasha frowned at the action, while Jeff flopped back into his hind legs and grinned incidentally. “I'm not sure how you know how to do that,” she muttered, “but thanks Jeff.”

“Mrrrr!”

As the redhead got to work, Jeff didn't take his eyes off the batter: from the final bit of mixing, to the pouring, to the misshapen thing in the pan, Jeff knew his mission.

“Mrrrr!” he alerted a few moments later. Natasha had gone off to prepare a tray for you, leaving Jeff worried that she would forget about his pancake and feed it to him burnt. She had previous.

At Jeff's alert though, Natasha came running back over to hastily flip the pancake. She patted Jeff's head in gratitude for his warning, knowing she would have burnt it otherwise. She had previous. Then returned to her set up.

Finally, Jeff's pancake was done, and Natasha served it to him with a wide smile. “Look, it's your face, Jeff!”

Jeff looked down, then back at her, then at his reflection in the kitchen sink. He did not resemble this beige blob, but no matter, he could still engulf it, so he did.

“How is it?”

In truth, Jeff didn't have it in his mouth long enough to notice a taste, but he grinned and gave a thumbs up anyway, setting Natasha into action. She began to pour vaguely heart shaped servings into the pan, which Jeff monitored, as Natasha never seemed to know when to turn them. Together, they produced a good stack of heart shaped pancakes which she carried up to serve you in bed.

Jeff followed her upstairs and hurried around to your side of the bed to stare and beg for food, which you sneakily provided, until it was time for you and Natasha to get up and ready for the day. 

You dressed yourself, picked out clothes for Natasha, and even grabbed some of Jeff's things, giving him hope that he would be accompanying the two of you. The feeling was exacerbated when you called him to the car and strapped him into his car seat. His excitement grew and grew… until he realised that he recognised the roads you drove down; he'd been to this place before.

“My favourite nephew!” 

Jeff wagged his tail politely, but turned to you pleadingly. As excited as he was to see Yelena, all he really wanted was to stay with his parents, which he knew wouldn’t be happening if they’d brought him here; he would be left all day, at the very least. While Natasha thanked Yelena again for taking him, Jeff pulled at the ends of your trousers, drawing your attention just so he could whine and plead to you with wide, watery eyes.

“Jeff, you usually love it here,” you crouched down to his level and whispered. His eyes seemed to be getting larger and sadder by the second, so you ducked your head, knowing any more of this and you’d fold to his wishes. “I’ll be back tonight, I promise.”

“Mrrrr.”

“Nat and I are going to be doing couple-y stuff, and you don’t want to be around that, do you?”

“I wouldn’t”

“We know, Yelena.”

“The land shark is better with me,”

“That’s why he’s here, Yelena.”

You ignored the sibling bickering and turned back to Jeff. “Yelena is right, buddy, you’ll have a great day here with her and Fanny, then we’ll be back to pick you up before you know it!”

He whined again but, with great difficulty, you turned away to follow Natasha out of the door, ready to begin the date you’d spent weeks planning. You could practically feel Jeff’s teary eyes boring into your back, so you didn’t dare turn around, knowing you could never leave that sight behind.

Yelena could put up with a lot – The Red Room had put her through a lot – but this day with Jeff had somehow managed to find and push at her limit. You'd been gone for an hour now, but Jeff still sat at the front door, right where you left him, crying and scratching and howling in displeasure. 

She hadn't seen Jeff this distraught since the day they first met, and that was not an event anyone wanted a repeat of. 

“Can you talk to him?” she asked Fanny when the crying got too much to bear. The dog told her head but, after a pointed finger from Yelena, made her way towards the mopey land shark. She wasted no time and judged Jeff harshly for his attention, before springing forward with her front half lowered playfully to the ground.

“Mrrrr,” Jeff pouted, though already noticeably less melancholy. Fanny barked and jumped towards him. Jeff growled, then sprang up, running in circles around the living room to goad the Akita into chasing him. They played like that for several minutes, while Yelena breathed a sigh of relief and settled back into the sofa, glad the whines had finally given way to playful yaps; they were much more manageable.

The two animals did eventually calm down though and, when Fanny went to lay at her owner's side, Jeff followed, climbing into the Widow’s lap rather than snoozing on a hard wooden floor.

“Hello Jeff”

“Mrrrr.”

“You are happy now?”

“Mrrrr,” Jeff shrugged, He glanced to the door, then back at Yelena, before his features drooped.

“They are celebrating Valentine’s Day,” Yelena told the shark patiently, watching his face for any indication of how he felt about it.

“Means they do lot of romantic things together. Couples do. But they must leave you behind because they are a couple, and you are not.”

Jeff frowned and shuffled on Yelena’s lap until his hands were freed. “Alone,” he signed, then pointed to himself.

“Yes, in a dating sense, but so am I. It is not so bad to be alone.”

“Couple. Join them?”

“Double dates are an option, but-”

Jeff cut her off, signing urgently, “You. Me. Couple.”

“Us?”

Jeff nodded.

“I am flattered, Jeffrey Landshark, but we are too far apart in ages, and different species; I don't date anyone even of my own species.”

Jeff looked down dejectedly, his face downcast as he signed “alone” again.

“One day you can find a nice land shark partner, if that's what you want, but Valentine's is not all about couples. There is a lot you can do, little land shark! Treat it as a normal day, spend time with friends, enjoy the alone time… here, let me show you.”

Yelena nodded her head as she stood up, in a clear sign that Jeff should follow her; he took the hint and leapt gently off of the sofa. Fanny looked up at the movement and decided to trail her owner too. So Yelena paced through the house, her two animals marching in step behind her, until she pulled a box out from a hallway cabinet, half-full with crayons and stickers and pink slips of paper. Fanny sniffed it curiously.

“Natasha and I used to do this every year,” the younger assassin explained. Meanwhile, she'd picked the box up again and led the troupe back to the living room table.

“We would watch funny movies and make each other cards. Look, see, this is from your mother-”

A pink card was shoved into Jeff's hands; adorned with a blood-red heart on the front, Jeff opened it to see Natasha's neat, calligraphic handwriting, not that he could read any of it.

“Mrrrr,” he said.

“Yes,” Yelena replied, not understanding him at all, “she was angry with me that year. I threw her out a window a couple days before.”

“Mrrrr,” Jeff tried again, this time signing “can't read” alongside it.

“Oh, yes, she has bad handwriting, hard to read. I will read it for you.” Yelena beckoned for the paper, which Jeff passed back to her.

“Dear Yelena,” she read aloud, “sometimes I am glad I didn't kill you. Lots of love, Natasha.”

“She is very sincere.”

“Mrrrr.”

“Let's make cards. You can give it to your parents when they pick you up, yes?”

Jeff nodded, and the two of them set to work. The TV was switched on and played a collection of rom-coms that the network has chosen to air for Valentine's day, allowing Yelena to laugh at the tropes and throw popcorn at the TV whenever it became too unrealistic for her to believe. In turn, that kept Jeff and Fanny entertained, as they scrambled to get to the fallen popcorn first.

“Mrrr?” Jeff asked at one point, after Yelena had cut and folded the card for him. He had one hand on the front of the card and a red pen balanced between his teeth, which he hovered just above the page.

“You want to outline your hand?” 

Jeff nodded, causing the pen to lower and mark a red line on his hand.

“Okay, let me do it then,” Yelena stepped in, taking the pen off of Jeff. “You want a full outline? If you move your fingers together it is like a heart.”

Jeff tried it, moving his first finger towards his thumb, then his other two towards each other on the other side. Yelena had been correct; thanks to his short, sharp fingers and a rounded hand, it did form a somewhat heart-like shape when traced. 

“There we go. A perfect heart!”

Jeff looked at the paper. The heart was about as perfect as Natasha's pancakes had been that morning, but he considered that maybe the sisters didn't know what a heart was supposed to look like, and he was content to let them live in ignorance. Jeff gave a thumbs up.

Yelena handed the card back and turned to the TV once more.

“Why are they kissing! They just met!” she yelled suddenly, jolting both Jeff and Fanny from their relaxed positions.

“I am sorry,” she grumbled calmly, “they are just dumb.”

Fanny huffed and settled back into her bed, while Jeff went back to colouring in his Valentine's card. And so, they settled into their routine for the rest of the day.

There was, of course, a break for lunch, and then again to walk Fanny (and Jeff, but in his mind he walked the other two). The rest of the time was spent doing arts and crafts in the living room, moving on from the Valentine's card, to friendship bracelets, to Yelena teaching Jeff simple origami.

By the time you and Natasha came to pick up Jeff, late in the evening, the table overflowed with stacks of folded paper, beads, and glitter covered cards; and your landshark blended right in with how much glitter he had spilt on himself.

Natasha gasped and practically ran into the house. You panicked, thinking she would storm in and reprimand Yelena for the mess, but, to your surprise, she headed straight for the table and fell to her knees beside it. “You brought out the crafting stuff!” she exclaimed, in a tone totally opposite to what you had expected, then beckoned you over right before she began to rifle through the mess.

You closed the door slowly, sensing that your original plan to quickly pick Jeff up and head home would be no more.

“What's going on?”

Natasha ignored you, and instead looked up to her sister, “I remember writing this one, you'd pushed me out of a window just before it.”

Your head swung rapidly to Yelena, who shrugged at your expression, “We were only one floor up.”

After knowing the pair of them for years, you knew when it was best to let things slide, and this was one of those times. Further questioning would only yield more questions than answers.

“Y/N, come sit down,” Natasha smiled and pulled you down to her side, “this is what Yelena and I used to do every Valentine's day.”

“Before she met you,” Yelena added.

“Do you mind that I'm joining?” you asked the younger Widow directly, even as Natasha piled heaps of craft equipment in your lap. “I don't want to intrude on a sibling tradition.”

Yelena glared at you for a few seconds, long enough to make you sweat under her gaze, before she eventually broke into a smile and shook her head. “No, no. It is a family tradition, and you are family now. I do not mind. Come, the land shark can show you how it's done.”

With Yelena’s blessing, you shuffled around at the table and got to work making a love letter of your own. The message you wanted to convey came to you quickly, and the page soon filled with your expressions of love. Natasha finished hers at almost the same time, and you all agreed to exchange them at once.

“Three, two, one-”

Yelena pointed Jeff towards you and Natasha, but he shook his head and turned back to her, depositing his card in her lap. Meanwhile you and Yelena had both pushed your cards across the table to Jeff, and Natasha’s to Yelena.

“Thank you, Jeffrey Landshark,” Yelena said earnestly, “I am touched.”

“Hey, I gave you a card too!” Natasha complained, only to be shushed by her sister.

“You are not as special as Jeff.”

Natasha looked to you for backup, but you only shrugged. Though you pulled her into a side hug immediately after, of course, because she might have pushed you through a window if you hadn't.

“This is a bit awkward, huh?” you whispered, smiling against her hair as she rested her head on your shoulder, the both of you watching Jeff and Yelena exchange friendship bracelets and admire their Valentine's day cards. “Put our hearts out there and didn't even get a single card back.”

“You put your heart out there? Oh…”

“Natasha… why does this just say ‘die’?”

Jeff taglist: @unexpected-character​ @wolferine

General Taglist: @canvascoloredin @fxckmiup @wizardofstories

[nameforthemain]

Alligator Loki #25

[burninblood]

Infinity Paws #2

Liho, Alpine, Coal, Chewie, Jeff and Cosmo <3

[why-i-love-comics]

Venom War: It's Jeff! #1 (2024)

written by Kelly Thompson art by Gurihiru