“that’s Not America’s Ass”

This is my take on some marvel characters and pronouns so here me out

Wanda goes by she/they pronouns

I feel like Natasha would go by she/her BUT she also wouldn't really mind going by they/them either

Loki wouldn't mind what you call him since he's genderfluid

I feel like Peter Parker might go by he/they but idk

Michelle fucking Jones goes by she/they for sure

This is all I have atm

I just want someone to call me baby and talk to me till I fall asleep.

I wish white girls never discovered silk and satin scarves

Am I still butthurt about Natasha Romanoff's death? Yes.

Am I still butthurt about Tony Stark's death? Also yes.

Do I still stand by the fact that Clint should've jumped of the cliff even tho nat sacrificed herself for everyone? Definitely.

I'm just saying that yall can't really use the whole 'but Clint had a family' thing either cause tony did too. Also yall do realize that dude deadass went on a whole ass killing spree during that 5 year gap. Those people had families too. I understand that natasha's death made more sense because of her character arc and shit tho. She deserved better tho cause sis didn't even get a damn funeral like tony did. I get that she wasn't as known and shit but like- damn.

✎ treats for writers - writing (and daydreaming) prompts ✎

Feel free to use and reblog!

#1 - challenge: what is the most self-indulgent story you've written? try to top it with something even more self-indulgent!

#2 - write yourself a bomb a** review/comment on your favourite story/chapter

#3 - write your favourite character in a colour drabble of your favourite colour

#4 - write one of your (favourite) characters doing one of your favourite activities

#5 - write how one of your favourite characters gets the appreciation they deserve. how do they react?

#6 - write your favourite character in a song drabble of your favourite song

#7 - write a monologue of your character, describing what they would think about YOU

#8 - write an AU or addition to one of your favourite fics by another writer

#9 - let your favourite character do something you've wanted to do for so long. enjoy it together!

#10 - write about your OTP growing old together, surrounded by their love. because that's the ultimate dream, right?

can you link some black fan fic writers? I'm looking for mainly Steve Rogers but I just wanna support anyone I can lol

I’ll try my best!

I know for sure that @honeychicana writes amazing stories and that includes steve! @stillevansbae writes for him as well and they’re really good stories! @great-neckpectations writes for steve too but on a different blog I think

and then some black fic writers I know and love (who writes amazing stories! and tbh I have so much catching up to do with most of their stories lol)

@princessstevens @muse-of-mbaku @killmongersgurl @wakanda-inspired @pocmarvelworks @oceanscorazon @killmoncoochie

there’s honestly sooo many more people and I always draw a blank but! @chaneajoyyy has read so many stories and I think she’d be much much better at recommending black fic writers than me 

also shameless plug… me lol @blackgirlimaginesmarvel

I’m pissed! why can’t I rihmember everyone else… bye 🙄

Have Mercy | natasha romanoff x black!fem!oc

Chapter One: in or out?

pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!black!oc

warnings: none really besides brief mentions of past trauma (barely any details of it tho)

a/n: here we go. this isn't edited yet so if there's any errors im sorry in advance.

have mercy masterlist chapter two

"Absolutely not," Jaslyn cuts her brother off long before he even gets the chance to speak. Turning around, she walks back inside her house towards the kitchen. The sound of the front door echoes through the halls. And heavy footsteps follow behind.

"Oh, come on! You don't even know what I was gonna ask," Sam exclaims. Walking up beside her, Sam brings his hand up to ruffle her hair, knowing how much the action annoyed her. "What if I just wanted to check on my baby sis, huh?"

She hisses. Smacking his hand away before brushing her hair down. "I hate it when you do that shit. And you know if that were the case, you would've hit me up ahead of time, not just pop up at my door unannounced," Jaslyn points out.

"Okay, sure, but–"

"Also, this has been the second time since I got back from Rio with Redwing that this happened."

"Please, Jas," Sam begs. "I need your help with this one."

Jaslyn would do anything for Sam. It didn't matter how much he'd asked of her. She would go through the depths of Hell if he asked her to. Sam would do the same for her. They were the definition of 'ride or die.' Their loyalty to each other has never been doubted. They may not have been fully blood related, but that never mattered to any of them. Jaslyn was just as much as his sister as Sarah was. They were his family.

Still silent, Sam took that as his chance to explain what was going on. "It's Hydra. They're back and have gotten worse. There's this guy; they call him the Winter Soldier." His gaze was disquieting as he spoke.

Her blood runs cold. No. No, no, no.

Sam continues to debrief her, yet Jaslyn could not register another word after that.

Winter never made it out?

She remembers her time in that dreadful place where Hydra claimed to be her new home. The screams. The torture. The constant state of numbness. And constraint of fear and brainwashing snatching you back. Hydra had turned them into fearful creatures. Monsters. She'd gotten out a couple years ago; however, the gushing red of her victims still dripped from her hands. It still tormented her mind just the same. She’s made a lot of progress in the past couple of years.

During her time at Hydra, she met Winter. She never knew what his real name was, neither did he. So, she chose to refer to him as Winter. They supported each other.

Winter never got out.

"Jas...? Jaslyn!" She hums in response. "You're crying," Sam whispers. His eyes are filled with guilt. He told Fury that she wouldn't want any part of this. Hell, Sam didn't want to include her in this either. No matter how much they needed her.

She didn't notice the tears streaming down her face until she felt Sam's thumbs wipe them away. "I'm sorry. I knew I shouldn't have come. I told Fury this was a bad idea to try and rope you back into all this."

She shakes her head as she looks at him with sadden eyes. "It's not your fault, okay?"

"I could have tried harder. I–"

"You did everything you could, Sammy..." With that, the two are silent. Sam takes his sister in his embrace, holding her tight as though she would disappear out of his hold at any second. The two sway for awhile before Jaslyn breaks the silence.

"I'm sorry, Sammy. I can't. Not after what happened with–" the rest of her sentence gets caught in her throat. Suddenly she was thirsty. Quickly, she moves from his hold and grabs bottled water out of the refrigerator. She gulps the liquid down in a hectic manner. She doesn't let up until there isn't a drop left. Her gaze is unfocused as she leans against the counter. She was a mess.

"Come on. Let's get you back to your room." Sam gently guides her down the hall toward her bedroom. Going inside, he assists her underneath the sheets and tucks her in. Sam gives her a feathered kiss on the forehead.

"There's leftover lasagna in the fridge if you want some on the way out. Tell your little redheaded friend outside she's welcome to have some, too." Taking this as his time to leave, Sam gives her a sympathetic smile before walking towards the door. "I'll be back to check on you later."

Hearing the faint click of the door locking, Jaslyn cries. "I'm sorry I'm too much of a coward to help you," she whimpers.

Oblivious pining prompts:

Accidentally admitting that the other is really pretty, leading to both of them getting very flustered

Quickly sewing back the loose button of their shirt that came off at the last minute, realising that you two are extremely close

Pretending to be married for reasons, feeling very giddy whenever someone refers to you two as a couple

Walking past a busy crowd, hands entwining on their own and then realising it after someone points it out

Rambling about something you both love and all you can do is stare at them lovingly, when suddenly they also turn to look at you and now you're both just staring at each other

Making lucky charms for each other, being reminded of the other whenever they look at it

Fixing each other's clothes (+ if they say "you look good")

Learning more about their interests so they have a common thing to talk about

Thinking that the other doesn't like them in that way, while their friends watch both of them become an incoherent mess in front of each other, wondering when they'll finally ask each other out

Always finding excuses to stay with each other

(X)

I love my brown skin.

Have Mercy | natasha romanoff x black!fem!oc

*disclaimer: jaslyn wilson's faceclaim is ryan destiny.*

summary: Peace. All Jaslyn Wilson wanted was some peace and quiet for once after a trip like this. But what did she expect when her brother just had stick his metal wings in other people's business? As usual. But who was she to complain? She gets an amazing view of a dangerous redheaded ex-assassin as a motivation that may just prevent her from strangling her brother to death once she gets the chance. Maybe.

She probably should have went with Sarah and the kids to Hawaii.

chapter one: in or out?

chapter two: why not me?

chapter three: winter (coming soon)