#clint x hispanic

[melswifeasf]

Safest in your arms pt 1

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Pairing: Georgia Miller x Fem!OC

Summary: A blonde woman moved in across the street, little did Samantha know she’d be turning her life upside down.

Warnings: (18+) minors DNI cursing, drug use. age gap relationships (18 and 30) grooming.

Notes: welcome to my new series! i’m really excited to write this:)

being adopted and hispanic in a small town like Wellsbury was rather lonely.

at least that's how Samantha always felt. she had never really felt like she fit in with her siblings or in her family, really. Ellen and Clint had problems getting pregnant early into their marriage, in fact they thought there was no hope so they adopted Samantha as a newborn. then two years later Ellen ended up pregnant. it was a miracle, a happy miracle. Samantha would have siblings and that's all the Baker parents really wanted.

growing up Samantha was alone most of the time, she went a school with mostly white people, only a handful of kids that could relate to Samantha. thankfully that all changed once she started middle school, she had met the twins, Oliver and Nia first during the first day of sixth grade. Samantha was going to sit alone like usual but Oliver saw her and sat at her table no questions asked. Nia followed after her brother and soon they became best friends. Mathew came into their lives only a couple of months later during their gym class. he was considered popular, he even played on the football and basketball team but even then he chose to hang out with the three best friends. it wasn't hard to understand why, they all had one thing in common; being outsiders.

the four became inseparable, even when Oliver joined the football team or when Nia joined cheer or even when they all started high school. it was as if they were a small family. they fought sometimes, like normal friends do but it never escalated into anything serious.

it was freshman year when Natalie and Jade joined their friend group. Oliver had a crush on Natalie so he asked her out and the group accepted her without much thought, Oliver seemed to really like her so they didn't find a reason to give her or him a hard time. they had met Nicole one day when they were at the skate park hanging out, she had approached them speaking to Samantha in particular and from then on she seemed to linger with them more and more to the point in which she just hung out with them everyday.

Oliver and Natalie dated most of their high school years, they broke up briefly during their junior year which wasn't surprising. junior year was known for being the most academically challenging. Oliver had practice along with keeping up with his AP classes and Natalie had an after school job so they didn't have much time to hang out. regardless they made it work and got back together just four months later.

junior year was also the year Max and Marcus started high school. Samantha didn't love it, especially considering Max would ask her for advice literally every second of the day or include herself in the friend group even though she most definitely was not. it didn't last long though, her Abby and Norah soon blended in and left Samantha and her friends alone. thank god.

the six teens were hanging out in Samanthas room the day before the first day of school. Oliver was sitting on the floor with Natalie beside him whilst Nia was on Samanthas beanbag and Jade was on the bed beside the shorter girl. Mathew was on his way and they were all waiting for him to bring the alcohol. initially they planned to smoke but Ellen had said Samantha couldn't go out since she started school the next day. they wouldn't stupid enough to do it inside though, the smell would be too obvious and Samantha did not want her parents image as a perfect child to be ruined.

Natalie giggled as Oliver kissed her neck making Samanthas nose scrunch in disgust, "can you guys please stop" she groaned and threw her body back on the bed. Oliver chuckled with his arm thrown around his girlfriends shoulder whilst the blonde stuck her tongue out at Samantha.

"suck my dick. you're just mad that you're still single" Natalie smirked.

Samantha rolled her eyes, she turned her head to see Jade looking down at her with an amused smile. the shorter girl smiled back and moved her body closer to Jade so she could rest her head on the girls lap. immediately after Jades hands began to softly comb her hair.

"yeah. why are you still single? arent half the girls at school in love with you or something?" Nia asked and narrowed her eyes in confusion.

Samantha scoffed, "please like that matters. Maxine would kill me if i got a girlfriend" she rolled her eyes with a huff.

Nia mimicked her actions, "are you serious? don't you get tired of having to put your life on pause because of her? i mean didn't she pretty much welcome herself into our group and when i asked you to join cheer you said no because 'Maxine thinks cheer is a cliche for mean girls' or whatever" she said holding her hands up in quotes.

Samantha could hear her friends chuckle at Nias words, "it's not like that. i just don't want her to feel left out, okay?" she said feeling a little annoyed by their comments now. sure, Maxine could be a lot but she was her sister and as the older child she felt like she had a responsibility to protect her sisters feelings.

"fine if you say so" Nia said holding her hands up.

it was Jade who spoke next, "what about you Nia? excited for Mathew to come over?" she said wiggling her brows in a suggestive manner earning laughs from the other two girls in the room.

Oliver looked at them confused, "Mathew? why would you be excited about him?"

Samantha glanced at Nia who was looking at her in warning. "it's nothing" she muttered lowly to try and cover for her best friend.

Jade laughed, "yeah nothing at all" she added.

Oliver didn't seem to be buying it as he glanced at each girl still obviously confused by Jades comment. thankfully the door opened to reveal the subject of their conversation with a huge smirk on his lips.

“why wasn't i aware of the smoke show moving across the street?" he said immediately moving across the room and toward the window. he moved the curtain to the side and looked outside.

"what are you talking about?" Samantha asked confused and began to sit up from Jades lap. Nia turned her body toward the window as well to look out of it, her eyes widening.

"holy shit, she's hot"

Samantha didn't waste another second and jumped up from the bed, she almost tripped on her own feet as she shoved Mathew out of the way making the boy groan and hold his stomach.

"shit girl, chill. she's not going anywhere" he joked making Samantha roll her eyes and give him the finger. the raven haired girl could faintly hear her mother yelling at her brother but she didn't much bother listening to whatever it is she was lecturing him on. it was the same story everyday with him.

her eyes roamed the street to try and find the woman Matthew was talking about. she didn't have to search for long as her eyes landed on the blonde woman in a yellow top with jean shorts on. she had a bandana to top it all off and she looked hot as hell.

"close your mouth, you're drooling" Nia said and Samantha didn't have to look at her to know she was smirking.

"fuck you" the short girl responded.

"Samantha, i made cookies!" a loud voice called from downstairs making all the teens jump up and start rushing out of the room.

"move your ass!" she heard Oliver say most likely to Matthew as they shoved one another to get downstairs first.

Samantha was about to turn around and leave when the blonde woman grabbed a box from her trunk and began to walk to her house. she was beautiful, really. her hips swayed naturally and everything about her was screaming Samanthas name. until the blonde stopped abruptly and turned her head, her eyes roamed the house until they landed on the window the young girl was currently looking through. any normal person would've backed away from the window and walked away but Samantha didn't. she felt like she was in a trance. instead she kept her eyes locked on the blonde, intently watching every emotion swirling behind her eyes. it was hard to read her though.

the blondes lips quirked into a small almost missable smile but Samantha caught it. their staring contest lasted just a second longer before the blonde turned back around and continued walking into the home.

a blaring alarm was what woke the short girl up from her deep slumber. a loud groan echoed throughout her room as she hit her hand against the pillow beside her. black hair was sprawled on the pillow underneath her and her face was smudged into the pillow, some strands of hair resting on her face. she was surprised she wasn't woken by her parents instead of the horrid noise coming from her phone. she reached over toward her nightstand where she finally found her phone and slapped it until the noise finally stopped.

it took her a couple of minutes to actually wake up. she wanted to skip school, it was the first day and most teachers just went over the syllabus or made them introduce themselves to the class as if they weren't already seniors. she only had half days, taking all AP classes when she was in her junior year paid off. so enduring three hours of school shouldn't be that bad.

the raven haired girl got out of bed lazily, her feet dragging against the ground as she walked to her dresser to choose an outfit for the day. a pair of light blue jeans and a white tube top. she'd take a sweater with her just in case she gets dress coded. her room was slightly messy from the day before, they all got a little buzzed and ended up watching a movie before it got dark and Ellen told them they needed to get home.

the white duvet on the bed was neatly made and sitting under three pillow. there was a black nightstand on the left side of the room that held a  picture of her and her friends during their junior prom. her walls were painted dark gray with LED lights along with posters of movies she liked. she had a dark blue beanbag near the window and across her bed was her dresser with a television on top. she even had a desk pressed against the left side of her room among that there was small tokens of her, like the plant on her desk, the pictures of her and the people she loved, even the mini figures of characters from her favorite movies.

once she was completely dressed with her hair curled and makeup ready she went downstairs and was met with Max and Marcus arguing about who knows what. it was like that almost every morning and at a certain point Samantha just learned to not care.

"good morning" Ellen said with a smile.

"good morning" Samantha signed with a slight smile.

"want me to make you chocolate chip pancakes?" she asked as she held up the spatula in her hand.

Samantha shook her head, "kinda in a rush. i have to pick up Jade" she said as she grabbed piece of pancake already cut up form Marcus's plate and ate it.

he looked at her with a bored expression to which she winked, "what? i'll consider that my pay for driving you around all summer" she said with a shrug.

he gave her an annoyed smile and looked back down at his food, "can we stop by blue farm on the way?" Max asked her sister.

"nope"

"what?! why not?"

"because i am not paying for your caffeine, i don't need you freaking out because i'm going five over the speed limit again" she said.

Marcus chuckled making Max groan in annoyance.

"mom, tell Samantha to take me to blue farm"

Ellen shook her head, "her car, her rules" she shrugged.

Maxine huffed in annoyance once more and Samantha shot her a cocky smile. once she drank all of her orange juice and ate half of Marcus's food, she grabbed her backpack and kissed her fathers cheek in goodbye. "let's go chums" she said as she walked toward her mom to give her a kiss goodbye as well. Ellen smiled in appreciation and watched as her daughter walked to the front door with marching steps.

she had always been the more responsible out of the three. being mexican meant she didn't get a lot of the opportunities that her siblings could have, that meant she had to get a job at blue farm since she was a freshman, had to take the most advanced classes and even join a lot of extracurricular activities. she even bought her car with her own money - although her parents pitched in for the down payment she had to pay every single bill from that day on.

the girl got inside her white Camry with her siblings behind her, as Marcus was about to get in the passenger side she clicked her tongue with a shake of her head. "nope, you know the rules. in the back, i don't need your sister ripping Jades head off" it wasn't much of a surprise that Jade and Max didn't get along, they were slightly alike yet completely different. Max thought Jade was a bitch and Jade thought Max was too loud and possessive over Samantha which meant Samantha did everything possible to keep them as far away from each other as possible.

"cant i just get in the back once we pick her up?" Marcus asked slightly annoyed.

Samantha sighed, "fine. whatever. just get in" she said waving him inside. he smiled in triumph and got inside the car like she had said. "seatbelts" she turned to look at each of them to make sure they were buckled in before finally backing out of the driveway.

the ride to school from Jades house was a little awkward, Max kept talking about how she was crush sophomore year and interrupting Samantha and Jades conversation every other second.

the shorter girl shot Jade an apologetic smile but she just waved her off, she already knew how Max was and after four years she was used to it. once they pulled into the parking lot Samantha got out with her backpack slung over one shoulder.

"later losers" she said to her siblings as she walked alongside Jade.

"i know you're gonna hate me but your sister is a bitch" Jade muttered with an eye roll.

Samantha laughed, "yeah she is and you know you're the only person i'll let say anything about her"

Jade smirked, "cause i'm your favorite?" she asked and fluttered her eyelashes flirtatiously.

the shorter girl shook her head, "whatever" she muttered shoving her softly. Jade laughed loudly as they approached the other three teens who were sitting at their usual spot. "sup losers" she saluted them as she sat down on Nias lap who was sitting on the couch. the curly haired girl wrapped her arms around her best friend and placed her chin on her shoulder.

"how was it?" Natalie asked Jade who shrugged.

"like always, didn't let me get a word out" she said making everyone chuckle.

they soon fell into a conversation that didn't last long considering they all had to get to class.

"i have calc and AP Lit after" Samantha announced as she stood from Nias lap.

"fuck, isn't it exhausting being little miss perfect?" Matthew asked with an amused smile.

Samantha looked at him with a neutral expression, "isn't it exhausting acting like a slutty jock?"

he laughed holding his hands up, "damn. you're breaking my heart here, Sammy" he joked making her roll her eyes.

"yeah, yeah. save the dramatics for Lauren. where is she anyway?"

"we broke up" he shrugged.

everyone stopped walking and turned to look at the boy in slight surprise, "seriously?" Jade asked.

"yeah" Matthew shrugged once more with his hands in his front jean pockets, "she was bitching about how i don't have enough time for her so i figured it's better to call it quits now. she was only supposed to keep me company for the summer anyway" he said with a smirk.

Samantha groaned, "oh my god, you are such a fuck boy it physically hurts to be around you"

"what? my parents are divorced and i went through emotional trauma and-"

"oh my god, shut up!" Jade exclaimed quickly earning laughs from everyone including Matthew.

"you know i'm fucking with you guys"

"yeah super solid joke, it isn't five years reused or anything" Natalie shot back making Oliver laugh.

"god i love you" he admitted and pulled her in closer as he had his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

Jade made a gagging noise, "please leave and never come back" 

"gladly" Oliver said happily. he dragged his girlfriend with him into his next class.

"relationships are gross" Samantha grimaced.

"please, i live with him and they don't know what being fucking quiet is so if anyone has a right to complain here it's me" Nia said with a grimace.

Samantha and Jade laugh at her whilst Matthew slings his arm over her shoulder, "don't worry, i can keep you company" he said shooting her a wink.

anyone else would've missed the look on Nias face but Samantha didn't, the girl had a slight blush coating her cheeks and her step faltered for just a second before she continued like normal. soon after she shoved the boy off of her, "please, you would be my last option. after like - Marcus"

"absolutely not!"

three hours later Samantha and the five teens were sitting at a table in blue farm. Samantha and Nia were the only ones with half days but the rest decided to just skip the rest of the day, it's not like there was anything important anyway.

everything was going great, they were all talking like usual when a certain blonde walked in and everyone went quiet. in fact they didn't do much talking after that but Natalie commented on how obvious they were being so they tried to act as if they were making conversation. they all glanced at the blondes table as she talked to Paul and even after he left.

"i swear you guys are staring like some kind of stalkers" Natalie said in a hushed tone leaning toward the middle of the table.

"she's hot" Matthew shrugged.

Samantha was trying to be more discreet. she sipped on her coffee and listened to Matthew and Natalie argue back and forth.

the young girl was glancing at the blonde from the corner of her eye every couple of seconds, that's when she noticed the blonde woman stand from her table and approach them.

Samantha tried hush them but they weren't listening, up until the woman was standing at their table. "hello" she said a very strong country accent dripping in her voice that made the young girl feel queasy.

she had on a pink dress that highlighted all her curves and pushed her breasts up. her hair was down and she was holding a bag in one hand. Samantha's mind went blank at the sight.

"uh hey" Jade said with a slight wave.

the woman looked around the table until her eyes landed on Samantha, "i moved in just across the street from you" she said directing her words at Samantha.

the young girl gulped before nodding, "yeah." she said dumbly. she was never really the type to be left speechless, in fact it was always the other way around but somehow with this unnamed woman she couldn't come up with a single coherent thought.

"Georgia Miller" she smiled with her perfect teeth and held her hand out. they all glanced at each other then looked at Samantha in anticipation.

the girl smiled, "Samantha Baker but i assume you already know that" she chuckled softly as she shook Georgia's hand.

"your mom is so kind, she brought cookies over" she said happily.

"oh, her cookies are to die for" Oliver said making everyone look at him including Georgia. he didn't seem to care that he said his thought out loud.

"i can second that" Georgia said, "not to be.. that adult but shouldn't you guys be at school?" she asked looking around the table again.

"i have half days" Samantha said quickly, cursing at herself silently for answering so quickly.

"me too" Nia responded.

"and we're just getting lunch, we'll be back once we're done. right guys?" Jade asked looking at her friends with a slightly tightened jaw. they all nodded quickly.

"yeah, yeah. of course. we're very responsible" Oliver said with a charming smile.

Georgia seemed amused by all of them as she nodded, "okay well i'll be leaving you guys to it" she said, "have a nice rest of your day" she finished glancing at them all once more. and yet again her eyes landed on Samantha for just a second longer. soon after the blonde put on her sunglasses and walked out of the restaurant with a slight sway of her hips.

"holy shit" Matthew said practically reading Samanthas thoughts.

"she's hot as hell" Nia said breathily.

"how is it you check out girls more than your brother does?" Jade asked.

Nia shrugged with a smirk, "i actually have good taste" she said looking at Natalie who rolled her eyes and lifted her middle finger at her.

"fuck off"

"my eyes are simply captivated by this beauty right here" Oliver shrugged and pecked his girlfriends cheek.

"gross" Samantha said with a slight smile.

if only either of them noticed the look of longing in the girls eyes.

after blue farm they all went to the store to buy snacks and then parked outside of an abandoned building to smoke. Samantha opted out of it for the time being, she had to go home and confront her mom and she had already seen the way she reacted with Marcus and did not need that kind of weight on her. once school was officially released she said her goodbyes - much to everyone's disappointment who still wanted to hang out but she had to pick up Marcus from school. Max was already home, she had texted her saying she skipped after lunch.

much to Samantha's surprise they all decided to just hang out at her house. everyone was there except for Oliver who had practice and Natalie. the two worked at blue farm but Samantha wasn't scheduled in for the day. they usually had the same schedule but Joe thought they distracted each other too much so he made sure their work times didn't align all that often. unfortunately.

they were all outside, Samantha didn't feel like spending another day cooped up in her room so she decided to just stay outside instead. she was on the hood of her car with Jade beside her whilst the other two were standing to the side.

"there's gonna be a party Friday" Matthew said once he blew out the smoke out of his mouth. Ellen didn't have much of a problem that her daughter vaped, of course she didn't love it but she was eighteen and she couldn't really control that part. although Samantha always made sure to never do it in front of her or make it obvious that she was doing it.

"already?" Samantha asked confused.

"what do you mean?" Matthew chuckled, "it's the back to school party, Tyler is hosting" he says referring to one of the guys on the football team.

"hell fucking yeah, he always has the best parties" Nia smirked and snatched the vape out of Matthews hand to take a hit.

"i charge for every hit y'know" he says looking at her. Nia rolled her eyes.

"oh yeah? how's that?"

"i wouldn't mind a kiss" he shrugged innocently making Nia snort out a laugh.

"hilarious. really"

Samantha laughed at them along with Jade. the shorter girl had one leg resting on top of Jades with her head on the girls shoulder. "im assuming your going then?" Samantha asked Matthew who quickly looked away from Nia and at her.

"of course. i can't miss out on the first party of the year" he said with his usual smirk, he and Nia had a respectable space between them but every so often Samantha could see both of them inching just a millimeter closer. it was cute how oblivious they both were.

"Oliver and Natalie are probably going so count me in. just please don't let me do shots like last time" Nia said in a desperate tone.

the two girls chuckled at her whilst Matthews smirk widened. "i can take care of you"

Nia laughed, "right. sure. maybe i'll wake up in the bathroom floor and see you hooking up with some other girl in my room again"

Matthews smirk twitched, "that was one time and  i said i was worry" he said and even though he was trying to sound playful it was obvious he truly felt bad about it.

Nia chuckled, "yeah okay"

Jade glanced between them, the tension so strong it was starting to suffocate her so she turned to Samantha, "are you going?" she asked.

Samantha shrugged, "maybe. i have to ask but she'll probably say yes. i'll just need a ride" she said knowing that was one of the only rules Ellen had set when she started going to parties. she knew her daughter would drink and she'd rather be aware of it then the fact being hidden from her so she just always made sure Samantha wasn't the one driving.

"i'll drive. Oliver and Natalie will probably ditch me either way" she rolled her eyes. Samantha smiled. she had been ditched by them as well, having to find a ride home from someone she'd rather not think about.

"cool then yeah i'll go" Samantha nodded.

Matthew cheered softly knowing he wouldn't be having to venture yet another party alone. it wasn't really anyone's fault, he seemed to want to go to one every weekend and they all were busy. considering his parents were divorced he had the benefit of their guilt on his side so he didn't have to get a job or do anything other than the bare minimum. he even got a black mustang for his sixteenth birthday.

Marcus had joined them a little later as he began to clean his bike. Samantha thought it was pointless that he got one, he couldn't ride it for another couple of months and she knew their mom wouldn't be all that in favor of him riding it all that often.

they were talking calmly until a girl with curly brown hair walked out of their house. Marcus stood up from cleaning his bike and said something but Samantha want entirely listening. she wondered who the girl was, though.

she saw the teen get on the bike and put on the helmet, she was slightly confused but then assumed she was just trying to show off to Marcus. she knew her brother could be an asshole and for some reason girls really loved that. but she was wrong seeing at the teen turned the key to start the bike and soon drove off.

"shit" Samantha muttered as she stood from her car and saw Marcus tell the teen to stop and come back but it was to no use. Matthew stopped talking to see what she was talking about and by the time he did the curly brunette was back on their driveway. she took off her helmet and got off, her body turned and she grabbed Marcus by the shoulders and leaned in to kiss him.

"damn" Matthew said amused, all of them now forgetting whatever it was they were talking about as they watched the scene unfold before them. the kiss looked awkward and weird and it made Samantha laugh along with her friends.

Matthew couldn't cover his amusement so he held his fist up to his mouth to try and contain his laughter. then a car pulled up making Samantha turn to it. shit.

Padma said something to Marcus and he immediately turned around to walk to the car. Samantha knew all about them hooking up and in her opinion Padma deserved better than an emotionally unavailable fifteen year old. they all watched as Ginny watched them drive off very obviously embarrassed by her previous actions.

"bold move Maxine's friend" Matthew called out obviously having heard what Marcus had told Padma just seconds before. the brunette blushed pink and began to walk away. she saw her walk toward Georgias house. huh. could she be her daughter? Georgia looked way too young to have a fifteen year old but then again she could've been a teen mom.

once the brunette was out of sight Matthew began to laugh even louder making Samantha turn and smack his arm. "stop being an asshole!"

"hey!" he laughed, "you've got to admit that was funny" he said his laughter still not dying down.

a small smirk formed on Samanthas lips, maybe he was right. Nia and Jade broke into a fit of laughter too which a wave of laughter escaped her lips as much as she tried to fight it. she just hoped that girl wouldn't cause problems in Marcus's life, he already had to go through enough shit already.

once the sun had set everyone except for Jade went home. Samantha was the one who had to take her home and she didn't feel like being without the girl so she told her to stay for dinner instead. Ellen loved that. Jade was always extremely respectful toward her and seemed to be the closest to Samantha aside from Nia.

after dinner Samantha drove her home, they stayed in the car talking for an hour before Ellen told her it was late and she should start heading home. the girl did so, even watched a movie with her parents before saying she was going to bed. of course she wasn't, she just had to wait until it was after one before she could sneak out and smoke. her mom never really suspected her daughter smoked weed and she'd never been caught, even by her siblings. she made sure to keep her secrets hidden. that was the point of a secret after all.

the raven haired girl already had a blunt rolled so she climbed down from her window and sat behind her car where no one could see her. she took her lighter out of her pocket and flicked it on. once it was lit she inhaled deeply, leaving it for a couple of seconds then exhaled. a wave of relief hit her at the feeling. the girl laid her head back against the white car, her arm was on top of her knee whilst the blunt was held with her thumb and pointer finger.

the neighborhood was quiet to no one's surprise, she lived in a rather wealthy side of town so it made sense that there wouldn't be crime or people on the streets. it was almost depressing how boring everything around her was. only the crickets could be heard and occasionally a vehicle or two would drive by. the only thing accompanying her was the starlit sky and the full moon.

or so she thought. her eyes landed on the house across the street. it was normal, just like any other house in the neighborhood. the porch light was on, Georgia's car was parked in the driveway and it seemed quiet. just like a basic suburban home. but it wasn't just a basic suburban home because this home had a blonde woman sitting on the balcony that was on the side of the house. the woman looked to be drinking a glass of red wine and she was staring at Samantha intently.

it was dark so Samantha couldn't really make out what she was wearing but she could feel her eyes on her. she wasn't expecting much so she just sent the blonde a smile, although she wasn't all that sure if she could even see her. it was hard to make out but once she narrowed her eyes she saw the blonde motioning her over. Samantha was confused, was she imagining this? she debated on if she should go over, she reeked of weed and she's sure Georgia saw her smoking but she didn't seem like a snitch. at least that's what she hoped. maybe going over and asking her to keep what she just saw on the low wouldn't hurt.

the raven girl put out the blunt and stood, she was a little high, just enough to feel fuzzy but not enough to actually feel it. she dusted her silk shorts and put her hands in her gray sweater. she was wearing black silk shorts that didn't exactly like hide much but she wasn't exactly expecting to have eyes on her, especially not her hot neighbor. she was only wearing a tank top so she decided to throw on of Marcus's sweaters on that for the record it looked like it was drowning her.

she made sure to look both sides before crossing the road, it was pointless considering it was the middle of the night but she did not want to die tonight. once she reached the blondes home she looked up as the blonde looked down at her. "hey stranger" she said with a smile.

Samantha smiled back, "hey" she responds. the blonde looked at the shorter girl slightly amused as she looked at the girl up and down. the action alone was making the raven haired girl grow nervous. she cleared her throat,  "you didn't see anything.. right?" she asked extremely nervous now.

Georgia laughed, "oh, you mean the weed you were just smoking?" she asked with a very cocky smirk. Samantha was shifting from one foot to another and she scratched the back of her neck nervously. the blonde woman seemed to find pity on the girl as she waved her off, "i'm kidding of course."

a sigh of relief left the girls lips, "cool so you like, won't tell my mom or anything?" she asked hopeful.

there was a glint in the blondes eye that made Samantha feel even more nervous if that was even possible. "on one condition" Georgia said making Samantha raise a questioning brow. "share" she said simply.

Samantha was confused as hell by her comment. did she hear her correctly? she wanted her to share? "share?" she chuckled nervously.

Georgia simply looked at the girls right pocket that her hand was in and she was holding her blunt. the young girl finally cracked a smile, "fine" she shrugged. if she had to share her drugs to not get in trouble then that's fine with her. the blonde motioned to the tree making the shorter girl look at her confused.

"what? want to go through the front door instead?" she asked with a raised brow. Samantha glanced at the front of the house, contemplating if she should just go through the front door or not. chances are she'd end up making too much noise and wake her daughter up, not something she needs. she sighed heavily and took her hands out of her pockets.

"if i fall please tell my mom you coaxed me into smoking with you" Samantha said as she began to climb the tree. a beautiful laugh echoed throughout the dark night making the girls stomach fill with butterflies. it was hard to get her balance at first, her foot slipped once or twice but finally she was able to grab onto the railing. Georgia was standing now holding her hand out in case Samantha needed help but the girl was able to do it on her own. "fuck that was horrible" she breathed out and held her hand against her chest.

"you're so dramatic" Georgia rolled her eyes in amusement. once the girl calmed her heart she sat down where Georgia was previously sitting and the blonde followed her actions, taking the spot beside her. Samantha wordlessly took the blunt out of her pocket and the lighter as well.

“wanna do the honors?" she asked holding it close to the older woman. Georgia smirked and grabbed it from Samantha's hand before pulling it up to her lips. the raven girl turned the lighter on making the fire illuminate her face with an orange light. her freckles could be seen perfectly in that instant. the young girl made eye contact with the blonde before they moved down to the blunt, she bit her lip as she carefully brought the fire toward the blunt and heard it sizzle before it began to burn.

she pulled away a second later, still a little dazed by how close she was to the blonde. she cleared her throat awkwardly and looked at her hand as it reached into her pocket to place the lighter there. her eyes soon met Georgia's body, they started at her legs that were exposed. she was only wearing shorts and a silk shirt, both a beige color. her skin looked so smooth and soft Samantha had to hold herself back from recaching toward her and touching her. but she was snapped out of it pretty quickly by a cloud of smoke hitting her face slightly. her head shot up to see Georgia already looking at her with a small smirk.

Samantha cleared her throat, "i think i met your daughter today" she said and watched as Georgia offered her the blunt. the young girl grabbed it and brought it up to her lips, she inhaled deeply letting the smoke remain in her lungs for a couple of seconds before releasing it into the night.

Georgia chuckled, "oh, you mean the one who stole your brothers bike and then kissed him?"

Samantha smiled in amusement, "guess so"

Georgia sighed and brought the bud up to her lips and took a long drag. "that little shit doesn't know what's coming" she said as she released the smoke form her mouth. Samantha watched in amazement. she had been around people who smoked all the time but something about the way Georgia was doing it made her mind go blank.

she quickly blinked, she did not want Georgia to see her as the hopeless lesbian in love with her hot neighbor. "hey now," she said with a slight laugh "my brothers an asshole but.." she trailed off, where was even going with this? "yeah no he's just an asshole" she nodded in agreement.

Georgia laughed and blew the smoke out of her mouth once more. she did the same thing once more and gave Samantha the blunt. "you're not like your siblings huh?"

Samantha furrowed her brows in slight confusion, she looked at the ground as she took a small drag out of it. she was starting to feel it a little more now and wanted to pace herself. plus Georgia looked like she needed it more than her and she's willing to just give her the rest. "well i'm adopted" she tried to joke.

Georgia looked at her with a 'seriously' look that made Samantha laugh even more, "you know that's not what i mean"

the raven haired girl turned a lot more serious suddenly "i don't know i guess we just.. we don't have the same privilege that's all." she shrugged. Georgia saw the look on Samantha's face that told her she shouldn't push on the subject so she decided to change the conversation topic instead.

"your friends are funny" Georgia commented.

Samantha chuckled and pulled her knees up to her chest, she placed her chin on her knees for support and turned to look at the blonde. "if by funny you mean stupid then sure."

Georgia shook her head with a slight laugh. "you're a senior, right?"

"yeah. i was supposed to graduate early but i just couldn't leave those losers behind."

Georgia raised a brow, "so you're polite and smart, huh?"

Samantha did a double take "polite?" she asked completely confused and why she came to that conclusion. the blonde seemed to be asking completely random questions and she was starting to wonder how hard the weed is hitting.

the blonde smiled, it was one of those that made Samanthas heart beat a second time in just a second. "well, the first conversation i had with your brother he gave me weed" she started and was interrupted from continuing

Samantha looked a bit bewildered "he.. what?" she was aware her brother smoked every once in a while but she didn't think he'd be stupid enough to do it somewhere in which he could be caught. although she felt stupid for even thinking that considering their mother found him smoking on the side of the road a day before.

the blonde laughed softly at how concerned Samantha looked, "okay i'll admit i might've pried it off of him but regardless and this is the second conversation i've had with you that isn't ending up with you kissing up to me or you staring at my boobs."

Samantha looked even more shocked by her statement "oh?"

Georgia laughed even harder, "i just mean.." she chuckled breathlessly "you're mature for your age. that's all." she explained with a slight shrug. by now she had smoked all that she could and the tiny bud was resting on the ashtray beside her.

the girl finally understood what she was trying to say, she wasn't like her brother or maybe some of the teens she had met recently. it wasn't that she wanted be boring or a suck up but she just always craved the validation of her mom and sometimes even other adults. it was the way she could always be trusted and she was never considered to be irresponsible that really fueled her to always be perfect. she shrugged, "yeah well i guess that comes with being the older sibling and all."

Georgia nodded at her words and the two fell into a small silence. most of the time it would've made Samantha's skin crawl, she wasn't a fan of awkward encounters but somehow the way Georgia was smiling like this just gave her so much comfort. but even then she felt the need to fill the silence and he did, "so Ginny is your daughter?" she asked although she already knew the answer.

the blonde could understand the intentions behind her question pretty easily, it was everyone's question. "yeah," she nodded. "had her when i was fifteen."

Samantha's eyebrows rose in surprise "damn, that's.."

"slutty?"

the girl chuckled "i was gonna say brave"

the older woman raises a brow in question, obviously not believing her words. that had never been a way she was described and she didn't think the stoned eighteen year old in front of her would be any different.

Samantha chuckled at her actions, "i'm serious. you seem to have your life together, it's really impressive."

the blonde didn't seem to find a single lie behind her question so she accepted it "thank you"

the smile and intensity of the woman's stare was making Samantha feel all giddy. a shy smile overtook her features "yeah." she said lowly. she realized the conversation ended there when Georgia didn't make a move to speak again. a beat of silence passed before she spoke, finally getting the hint. "i think i should probably get going though."

"yeah," the woman nodded "don't want your mom knowing you were smoking with me."

Samantha smiled and stood "most definitely not. have to keep up the whole 'perfect daughter' persona up, y'know" she said and dusted herself off again.

"absolutely" the blonde agreed with a slight smile. she didn't stand and Samantha assumed she was going to stay out a while longer.

she carefully climbed to the other side of the railing and held on tightly as she said one final thing to the beautiful blonde "i'll see you around bud buddy"

Georgias eyebrows furrowed in confusion, a dozen different emotions flashed by her "i-.. did you just.. you know what? i'm too high for this" she shook her head holding her hands up in defeat.

Samantha laughed at her and climbed down the tree. once her feet were safely on the ground she turned up to look at Georgia again, she shot her one last smile that the blonde returned with ease. a second later she turned around and ran back to her house. she climbed her tree back up to her room and closed the window behind her, she didn't even bother taking off her sweater that reeked of weed and threw her body on the bed.

an uncontrollable smile overcame her features.

#georgia miller #ginny and georgia #ginny miller #georgia miller x reader #georgia miller x fem!reader #safest in your arms series #maxine baker #marcus baker #ellen baker #abby littman #austin miller #gxg #lesbian

[bolontiku]

*not my images*

Avengers A/U

Clint Barton x (OFC) Mariana Ortiz 

“Esperanza Rising”

Part 1

Summary: Mariana Ortiz is a brand new actress one the rise, when she attracts a stalker her friend refers a body guard, one Clint Barton.

***

It was going pretty good she thought, Sally Ford was on of the most watched morning shows so to be invited had wracked her nerves. Yet the moment she saw her co-actors there she had calmed considerably, Bucky seated on one side and Nat on the other Mariana had laughed more than she could remember.

Sally was straight forward, blond, blue eyed, with black glasses perched on her nose. She had greeted and spent most of the time talking with Bucky and Natasha, since they were already established and well known and well loved actors. 

Now her blue eyes turned on her, “Mariana... Mariana Ortiz, we’ve been neglecting you,” she smiled brightly. “Now this movie, ‘Paths Entwined’, is your first one am I right?”

“Yes!” She said a little too loudly, now under the spotlight, she heard Bucky laugh beside her. “Sorry!” again a little too loud, “I’m a huge fan of yours and I know I’m talking too loudly and really nervous and now I’m babbling,” she laughed, smile wavering a second before she felt a slender hand on hers, she looked over and saw Natasha smiling at her. A small sigh of relief escaping her as she looked back at Sally, “sorry.”

The woman shook her head, “It’s fine,” she waved a hand dismissively, “this was your first and look at your co-stars! Was that intimidating at all?”

Mariana nodded, “oh! You have no idea! When my manager called and told me I got the part...well, my neighbors all heard me, and then they didn’t cause I fainted from excitement and realization that I would be getting to work with these two!”

“Can I cut in?” Natasha interjected, “I have a picture of her on set, her first day...oh, see?” she pointed at the screen behind them, “That was the exact moment she met Buck..”

Mariana felt her face flush, “Natasha!” she exclaimed.

Bucky laughed, tossing his head back, “I thought she had frozen, she didn’t say anything for a good ten minutes and then she started stuttering!” he reached over running his hand through her hair, a tender smile on his lips.

Sally grinned, “so are the rumors true?” she asked catching Mariana’s attention, “you know, that you two are a couple?” she asked pointing at Mariana and Bucky.

Mariana felt her cheeks flame again, “NO! Sorry, no, Buck is like the big brother I always wanted!! That would be-”

“Weird!” Bucky finished when she looked at him panicked, “Mari is my little sister, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her, but no, there are no romantic feelings there.”

Sally pouted, “yet the love scene in between you two...was so.. passionate!”

Mariana giggled as Bucky shifted in his seat, “well, I am not certain which one your referring to?”

Sally sat back in her seat, “I have to say both? Since it was a movie that portrayed a poly-amorous relationship, I have to say, that movie is beyond steamy!! It was downright sinful! It has been doing quite well in the box office as well.”

“Yes, it has, we were all pretty sure it would do good, but we didn’t expect it to do so well. We like to think that it was this one’s involvement,” Natasha poked her in the side and Mariana yelped.

“Ticklish are you?” Sally giggled, “So what is next for you three?”

Bucky shifted, lifting his ankle to sit on his knee, “well, we all are still touring, so there is another month of that. Mariana has a few things coming up right?” he looked at her with a smirk.

She nodded, “well-uhh, theres a few things..”

The rest of the interview flew by and soon enough Mariana was back in the dressing room provided. Her assistant fluttering around her, rattling off about how wonderfully she did.

“Oh, my god I was so nervous!! I made a complete fool of myself!!” she dropped her head into her hands and huffed out some air, closing her eyes. 

“Heyyy, no, don’t say that! Mari you did so great! I would have fallen on my face and your so beautiful and graceful!!” she hugged her briefly.

Mariana let out a small sigh, eyes opening and she looked over her shoulder at her, Tessa McKay was her first ever assistant, hired on by her manager. She helped with appointments, to scheduling, even going out to get lunch, dry cleaning. Mariana was just glad to have a friendly face to see everyday in the sea of ever changing faces. 

She laughed, “Tessa, thank god I have you.” She straightened herself up, “and these flowers are so pretty!” she smiled touching the petals of the roses.

Tessa’s smile disappeared, “I didn’t get those for you..” she reached over plucking the card and pacing away from Mariana. “UH, look...don’t panic okay? Maybe one of the studio’s people brought it in as decoration or a welcome of sorts?”

Both women jumped as a knock sounded at the door, Natasha poking her head in, followed by Bucky. “Hey, what’s going on? You two look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Tessa looked over at Mariana who stood up smiling nervously and wringing her hands. “It’s nothing,” she smiled grabbing the card from Tessa and moving back towards the dresser. She swallowed hard, fighting back tears, this had been going on for months. Little things, nothing too huge, small presents arriving before she did at her rooms. 

As of lately though she had been forced to change her phone number. The phone calls were the scariest. Since she had changed it last it had stopped, which allowed her to sleep. Still, Mariana gasped when Bucky’s arm slid past her waist and he plucked the card from her.

“Mariana, you are the sun that lights my life, the breath that fills my lungs, your voice wakens within me what was long since dead. Yours Truly.” Bucky’s grey-blue eyes met soft brown, “what the hell is this?”

Mariana swallowed, “It’s nothing..”

Bucky tilted his head, “this was going on during shooting as well, I remember you being shaken up a few times...” his eyes narrowed on you as Natasha closed the door.

“I asked a couple pf guys just outside, apparently there isn’t anyway to see who came in here, security is pretty lax as well. How long has this been going on Mari?”

Mariana swallowed, “I uh, not long, well..I’ve been getting more attention, and there has only been the one that has been able to get around without being caught. Not that this is like I am so popular now that-”

Bucky shook his head, the frown cutting her words off and making her squirm. Natasha grabbed her hands, “This is not okay nor is it you stroking your ego. You are now one of the hottest up and coming stars. We know you’ve been approached by several for their projects, we told them you would be perfect and your safety is important Mariana!” she waved at Tessa, “drinks please?”

Tessa nodded quickly moving around then finally running out the door to find said drinks. Bucky paced around as Natasha steered her to sit, talking quietly on the phone. “There is nothing wrong with finding a bodyguard.”

Mariana chuckled, “a bodyguard?!” she looked up and realized that was what he was doing, Bucky was calling to find her a bodyguard. Laughter bubbled up, this was crazy, wasn’t it?? She was indeed new to this, and her manager had told her she would need to make some lifestyle changes...

Mariana stared, realizing someone was kneeling in front of her and she almost jumped back. “Woah, hey there now..” Rumlow, it was Bucky’s own bodyguard. She had met him several times before, he was kind and sweet. “Hey, look, here have a sip of this,” he handed her a drink. 

Looking around she realized Natasha had moved to the corner of the room with Bucky, talking with Tessa quietly. “Mr. Rumlow-”

“Hey now, its Brock alright? Listen, if I remember correctly that is your chamomile tea,” he smiled when she nodded taking a tentative sip. “There ya go kiddo, look, just stay calm and tell me everything, I have a friend coming in. He should be here shortly, now tell me whats gone on so far.” Brock listened carefully as she told him, ending with how ridiculous it was for her to even be considering a guard. His chuckle was low and warm, “we prefer to be called protective details, makes us sound more professional. Listen this guy is an old friend, he’ll take care of you.”

“You talkin shit bout me before I can defend myself Rumlow?” All eyes turned to the one walking through the doorway, shutting it behind him quietly. Mariana tensed till blue eyes turned on her, his smirk was cocky and self assured. “Hey, names Clint Barton.”

*****

A/N: So this is the first time I am doing an OFC, let me know what you think? 

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#clint barton #clint #clint x OFC #OFC #hispanic ofc #clint x hispanic #mariana ortiz #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #esperanza rising

[browneyedhimbo]

Writing Update

Okay so lately I’ve been getting more and more ideas for writing and I need to get organized before I lose my mind. So stay tuned because there’s lots coming out!!

Here’s a list of everything I have planned/requested:

500 Celebration - 8

3 Poe Dameron

2 Din Djarin

1 Carol Danvers

1 Natasha Romanoff

1 Tony Stark

Star Wars - 11 

8 Poe

3 Din

Marvel - 18

12 Bucky

2 Tony

2 Steve

1 Sam

1 Clint

Everything else can be found there → 《Masterlist》

#poe dameron x reader #din djarin x reader #carol danvers x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #tony stark x reader #bucky barnes x hispanic!reader #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #clint barton x reader #i need to stay more organized #writing update

[three-dango]

Just a thought I had..

I’ve been compulsively reading some *insert fictional character* x Reader fanfiction, because why the hell not, and I noticed a huge lack of fanfiction directed towards hispanic readers. I’ve seen plenty of very vague and neutrally descriptive ones that can suit everybody (that’s usually the norm, I guess.), even a lot of plus sized reader, Asian reader, Black reader, Trans reader, and gender neutral reader fanfiction. Which is freaking awesome btw! However I just would really LOVE to see a very hispanic reader. You don’t even have to get specific on skintones, body type, or even height. Lord knows we come in all shades, shapes, and sizes!  

All I want, and I honestly believe a lot of people could appreciate, is a fanfiction where the reader is hispanic, speaks Spanish, Spanglish, or even really adorable broken English. I want to see said reader threatening to get La Chancla, being pretty intense when they get pissed off. Even using some slang from their ethnic background to cuss at the character because they did something stupid. Idek.

#reader insert #hispanic character #bucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #wade wilson x reader #peter parker x reader #clint barton x reader #fanfiction #spanglish #it would be fucking endearing tho

[roninishere]

Alright I'm going forward with a Clint Barton fanfic surrounding after Avengers: Infinity War events, leading up to Endgame; this is what details I have for now:

She'll be like Laura Kinney (X-23), mutant ability wise, but much older (and has been around a long time, like Logan did). They met in SHIELD, have rough relationship. But idk if I want them to have a child who either dies by the snap or is killed by one of thanos children. (Or she could have been pregnant and lost it at battle) and somehow because of they're journey to get revenge on Thanos, they rekindle that lost love?

Which one??

And what should be her name? Minnie, Margaret, Isabella, Charlotte, Stella, Freya, Celeste, or Jennie?

And who should play her??

1. Lindsey Morgan

2. Ivana Baquero

3. Salma Hayek

4. Idk, any options? Trying to keep a Latina/ Hispanic actress as her, but if they are better options to touch, suggest them away. And older like thirty year looking

#clint barton #hawkeye #avengers #avengers: endgame #clint barton imagine #clint barton fanfic

[doctortreklock]

Said the Turtle to the Bagpipe - April 17, 2019

Part of my Resolution19. Read it on AO3.

Prompt: "It may come as a surprise, but if I'm being honest, there are nights when I'm simply not in the mood to be held at knifepoint." (x)

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Title: "The Bagpipe Who Didn't Say No" by Shel Silverstein

Words: 1212

"Some might call me old-fashioned, but if I'm being honest, there are nights when I’m just not in the mood to be held at knife-point." There was a distinct drawl to the senior agent’s voice that seemed at odds with the sharp blade scraping against his throat and causing blood to well up along its silver surface.

Clint barely managed to restrain himself from rolling his eyes at the serene tone of his handler’s voice. Only Coulson could be that damn calm while being used as a human shield by a human trafficker and still bleeding sluggishly from a bullet hole in his shoulder.

On the floor below where Clint was hidden in the beams of the warehouse, Human Trafficker held Coulson in front of him. Coulson's hands were already zip-tied together behind him (courtesy of the half hour he'd spent in Trafficker's custody before backup had arrived), and Trafficker was gripping him tightly by the upper arm, holding him close, a knife clutched in his other hand. His grip was also helping keep Coulson upright. Clint could see him swaying slightly where he stood, his face pale from blood loss and his weight shifting on his feet as he tried to remain vertical.

"Shut up," Trafficker snarled at Coulson. "Before I make you."

There were three other burly henchmen behind and flanking Trafficker, each one armed and aiming a submachine gun at the two lone figures directly beneath Clint's feet. One was a bald Hispanic man with glasses and a tie. The other was a redheaded woman in an evening dress.

Clint and Coulson had been tasked with checking on the warehouse while the other two members of their team went undercover at a swanky party across town. As soon as the pair had set foot in the warehouse, they were under fire.

Clint had gotten separated from his handler immediately and had been pinned down across the warehouse when Coulson was captured. Clint had managed to escape into the catwalks suspended above the floor, where he'd dispatched all who followed him with extreme prejudice. By this point, he was pretty sure that the three on the floor were the only ones of Trafficker's bunch still alive.

Coulson had called for backup as soon as they realized the warehouse wasn't as empty as anticipated, but it had still taken Sitwell and Natasha nearly an hour to leave the party and make it to the warehouse. Below Clint, he could hear Sitwell's calm voice as he tried to engage Trafficker in conversation, but he tuned it out. Coulson was still pale, and Clint could see him struggling to keep from nicking his skin on the knife. They had better get this over with soon, before Coulson lost more blood than he already had.

Nat seemed to realize that too. She was talking now, playing slightly-bad-cop. It was like bad-cop, but less likely to get a captured ally killed over a misplaced threat. Coulson didn't do anything as obvious as glance up, but he took a breath and gently rolled his shoulders, which Clint took as the sign it was.

He settled down into a crouch on the metal grating, balancing perfectly on the balls of his feet in his well-worn boots. He pulled two arrows out of his quiver and fit them both to the string. Then he held the bow loosely in front of him and his body relaxed, as if he were sunbathing on the hundred and third floor of a Manhattan skyscraper instead of supervising from a catwalk as his best friends tried to keep his boyfriend from getting his throat slit.

Goon One looked professionally bored - alert and passive, waiting to be needed. Goon Two was getting increasingly nervous as the conversation escalated, glancing back and forth between the undercover SHIELD agents and his boss as his fingers tightened on the stock of the gun. Goon Three held his gun with limp fingers, staring off into the middle distance, completely zoned out. Trafficker himself was working himself up into quite the agitated frenzy as Sitwell chimed back in.

"I'm not sure the Italians will see it that way." And Sitwell's mild tone was straight out of Coulson's playbook, designed to make you so unobtrusive you would either vanish in plain sight or drive your enemy mad, depending on the context.

This was the latter situation. "Well you can tell the Italians--" Trafficker's apoplectic rage was abruptly cut off by the arrow in his throat. In his frenzy, the arm holding the knife flush to Coulson's neck had loosened. Now, with Trafficker permanently distracted, Coulson threw himself backwards enough to widen the gap before turning and maneuvering out of arm's reach.

Half a second after the first arrow found its mark, a second took out Goon One while twin shots rang out from Sitwell and Nat, leaving Goons Two and Three lying on the concrete.

Clint slid his bow onto his back, vaulted the railing of the catwalk, and quickly made his way down to the floor, landing gently next to Nat in a crouch. He straightened up and matched her step-for-step to Coulson, who was swaying more noticeably, but still on his feet.

"C'mon, sir," Clint said affectionately, resisting the urge to pull his boyfriend into a tight hug with a kiss. "There's a first aid kit in the car." Instead, he put an arm around Coulson to help brace him while Natasha took the other side, her gun vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. She cut the zip-tie with a knife she pulled from thin air and gently rubbed circulation back into abused wrists. Coulson swayed forward a bit at that, nearly overbalancing.

"Easy, there," Nat murmured as she steadied him. Sitwell walked around them, double-checking all four figures on the ground were down. Clint knew he'd also be keeping an eye out for any other belligerents, giving the two of them a chance to get Coulson medical attention.

Coulson hummed absently in agreement with Clint, leaning heavily on the two agents flanking him as they slowly made their way to the door of the warehouse. "A bandage...might be nice," Coulson managed breathlessly. Now that he was surrounded only by friends, the calm facade that had kept him upright and on alert had cracked, and Coulson was fading fast. The hole in his shoulder had mostly stopped bleeding, but there was still enough to dye his snow white shirt a deep crimson.

"A band-aid," Clint suggested. "I think we've got some with Cap's shield on 'em. Whadda you think, Nat?"

Natasha gave the matter serious thought, the palm of her hand pressed tight enough to Coulson's bullet wound to make him hiss. "I think we used all of those up in Quebec. But I'm pretty sure there's some Robin Hood ones in there still."

Clint pouted a little at the idea of Coulson using up his Robin Hood band-aids. "Those are limited edition!"

Coulson huffed. "That's alright, Barton." He winced. "Pretty sure I need something a little bigger anyway."

Sitwell snorted from where he was following behind them.

"Don't worry, sir," Clint told him cheerily. "I'll share."

"Oh joy," Coulson sighed as the four of them shuffled out of the warehouse into the cool night.

#Resolution19 #mcu #marvel #c/c #phlint #phil got a little shot #it's 12:30am on Thursday #and I'm exhausted #and the first part of this fic was written in January #but #i have an excuse #i spent the last week supervising the installation of 6k cubic feet of campact shelving #and i will take that anyday #pretty sure the ending's a bit abrupt #but it's done! #...either this title actually makes sense #or i'm sleep deprived and should have picked a different line

[ninjakitty15]

Chapter 6: The Plot Thickens (Loki X OFC Pairing)

"Loki, have you seen Nell, she's not in her room," a voice on the outside of Loki's room called in, waking me up from my much needed sleep curled up next to him.

"Tell him I'm not here," I whispered.

"You know he could just have that automated voice system Friday tell him you're here," Loki mused next to, already wide awake and apparently reading something while he waited for me to wake.

I groaned and buried myself deeper under the covers. "No Nell esta aqui!"

"As far as I'm aware, no one here is Hispanic, especially not Loki, nice try though," Tony responded.

"Chingate," I cursed and begrudingly pulled myself up into a sitting position. "Whaddaya want?"

"Breakfast is ready, I'm told you favor pancakes which lucky for you are the main dish so hurry up before Thor and Clint eat them all."

"Pancakes you say?" I perked up, "Why didn't you start with that?" I didn't even care that I couldn't find my own shirt as I grabbed one of Loki's long green ones that sufficiently covered what I didn't feel like flashing to the team. Loki himself grabbing a tunic and leisure pants before leading me out of his room to where the smell of much needed food teased my senses. I could feel at least one pair of eyes on me and what I was wearing and all I did in turn was arch an eyebrow in challenge.

"Getting a bit cozy with Loki, I see," mused Nat, offering me bacon as I snatched a stack of pancakes.

I shrugged and drenched everything in maple syrup. "I've only known him less than a week and if anything were to happen to him, I'd kill everyone in this building and then myself."

Tony choked on his screwdriver drink while Nat just laughed at my declaration. "Is that even possible? I mean I looked at your dna samples and you weren't wrong, it matches a dead body's sample exactly, nothing to suggest it came from someone that can still walk and think and live. You can't kill something already dead."

"Medically speaking, you are correct, but they say there's more than one way to skin a rabbit."

"I thought it was a cat," Clint piped up.

"No one's skinning cats as long as I'm still moving."

"So how does one end something already dead?" Tony spoke up.

"For most things you simply destroy it, just remember, what is dead can never die."

"Settle down there, Yara," teased Clint.

"Go on and make me, Euron," I retorted.

"Why am I Euron?"

"Theon wouldn't treat me that way."

"How many of you necromancers are there?" interrupted Tony.

"Not as much as there were before I was caught," I replied glumly. "We're becoming  the next Siberian tigers, if we reach white rhino status we're fucked."

"Is it just the ability to cheat death and create your own army that would make you a good hunting target?"

I shrugged and finished my breakfast. "They certainly have a certain appeal, could be any number of reasons why we're sought after."

"You said nothing would come of them taking stuff from you, I'm just thinking, if I couldn't steal what makes you a necromancer to use myself, my next plan of action would be to somehow make you do it for me since the power stays in you and only you."

I arched an eyebrow, not a bad point there. I looked over at Loki who was probably thinking the same thing.

"Your friend said they were found as husks, shells empty of everything. Do you think they did that on purpose or maybe were forced into it?" he asked me quietly.

"That makes more sense than the theory I came up with before where they burnt themselves out to make them inaccessible even in death. They could've just gutted themselves with their blades to do that."

"Hydra are many things," noted Nat. "And mess many things up, but they know how to make a person bend to their will."

"I know about Steve's super soldier boyfriend, Bucky and how he was brainwashed by them. I don't know if that would work on us, if it's how I think they do it, it wouldn't work on me."

"How do you think they do it?"

"Rewrite your past in your mind so the memories that come up are edited to fit them as the good guys and their enemies as the bad guys."

"And that won't work because..."

"A lot of my past has already been erased from me, it was part of a deal to gain more power, I had to sacrifice something of myself to get it. I don't remember any of my family, they in turn don't know I even exist, they can't be used against me if we don't know each other. Imagine the bad guys finding my mom and threatening to kill her and we just look at each other like we literally just met, kinda kills the mood...pun intended."

"So brainwashing is more or less out of the equation then. Would there be another way to control a necromancer?"

"It would depend on the necromancer I guess. One thing I can tell you though is that no matter what you do to us to make us bend, the dead don't have to listen or respond. You also need to have a lot of power to make the dead do your bidding if they don't want to. For instance, if you were in a Jewish community and asked if anyone wants to fuck up some Neo Nazis, you'd have an army larger than China. But if you were in say Texas and asked who wants to march for the Pride Parade and fight for equal rights, you'd have barely enough corpses to make a difference and youd need more power, more effort to raise more when they've already voted no."

"You're saying they aren't just mindless corpses doing what they're told then," Nat spoke up.

"The living are far better puppets than the dead, its all about physics here, a body alive, in motion can keep going in motion in any direction, a body in rest prefers to stay in rest." That's when something clicked in my head again. "That's why they were burnt out dead, they were forced to do what Hydra wants but none of the dead wanted to follow..."

"Hydra as I understand them, don't usually take no for an answer and probably just made the necromancers suffer more till they were all used up. Did they do anything like that to you?" Loki asked.

"They seemed to think pain was the best way to break me, no one else thought to ask nicely in the five fucking years they had me."

"They had you for five years but you mentioned to Strange that there were missing ones before you were even caught. To me that sounds like they gave up on using up necromancers that didn't give them the results they wanted and focused on you and how to get you to do their will since you didn't burn out like the others."

That for some reason gave me chills. "Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Oh and once again I've become the sloppy second. What else is new? There's still the issue of a turncoat among them too. I told one person I would be flying back from England, I didn't even tell her which airline or what time it landed so in the extremely unlikely event she was the rat that sold me out, she still wouldn't have known where to find me. Someone had to have kept tabs on me or my aliases and sold me out and I want to know who."

"Could it have been another necromancer? Someone that wants you out of the group or jealous of your power?" offered Loki beside me.

"Outing another death mage isn't unheard of but its usually downhill for the rat bastard that does it. The dead are always watching, if they see something unfavorable like a backstabbing they'll be less likely to follow the one with the knife which means more effort is needed to get an army going. You need to have a lot of strength and power to force your will upon things that would rather stay still than help you. Imagine trying to wake up a hungover teenager for school who's clearly not over their rebellious streak and has no friends to look forward to there. Then amplify that by like a 100. Necromancy is a natural form of magic and to wield any kind of magic there must be a flow to it, natural magic requires you go with the flow rather than force it the way you want it to work."

"So whoever did it to you, they are either pretty strong or pretty worn out and probably not in the habit of wielding their magic unless necessary."

"Could be either or, I might be among the most powerful but that doesn't mean everyone else is at level one here, hell they could even be my level in the time ive been locked away, lots can happen in five years."

"How does one get to your level exactly?"

"There's certain tests you need to pass with flying colors, a sacrifice to prove you're all or nothing for it, the bigger and more meaningful the sacrifice the more power you're likely to get."

"Who or what determines all this? You make it sound like you don't just get it yourself."

"I didn't and I can't answer that question either, it disturbs the natural order. If you don't know then you aren't meant to know unless something decides otherwise."

Everyone including Loki was quiet for a moment, absorbing what I had told them before Tony spoke up. "What kinda tests?"

"A situation or scenario happens that determines if you can handle yourself and your surroundings, you don't know its a test until probably much later if at all but it happens regardless. You can't prepare for it either, either accept or fail."

"Are people just randomly chosen or is there some sort of telltale sign?" asked Nat suddenly more interested.

"You ever see things, hear things as a kid, things you were certain of being there but no one believed you when you told them?"

She was silent for a moment, probably attempting to recall that far back before shaking her head. "Not that I can recall."

"Then probably not for you, it starts with being an open mind and a clean slate as a kid and not letting anything or anyone put doubt in you. That's the problem though init, a child sees a sad wailing women at the foot of her bed and usually they go running to their parents in fear, parents come in, say theres nothing there because most of the time adults can't see them regardless and eventually the child starts to listen to their parents over the clearly upset woman that just wants to be listened to herself. Tony probably isn't compatible, those with too much knowledge leave little room for the possible but improbable, scientists usually are."

"What about your lover beside you?" asked Tony. "A god itself is possible but improbable and he wields magic as well."

I turned to Loki curiously. "What did you see when we were fighting Hydra the other day?"

"What you mortals would call zombies? What else would I see?"

I studied him for a moment, curious if he was bluffing or not as he was still very much a God of Lies. "You might be a wildcard on this. You sure that's all you saw?" He nodded stiffly. "Tell me if that changes at any point."

"What else would he have seen?" asked Nat.

I beckoned her to come closer and leaned into her ear. "The dead comes in more than one form, spirits are always nearby, everyone has a few at least. Victims, loved ones, depends on the person."

"What was he supposed to see then?"

"They told me to take his hand when he put himself between me and Strange and they collected the spirit of an agent that almost shot me down on the battlefield."

"They can do that?" she asked louder and pulling away from me.

"If poltergeists can wreak havoc in someone's home, a bunch of vengeful spirits can get even with the one that outed them first."

"Why wouldn't they do that beforehand though?"

"They didn't have me."

"You give them their vengeance," Tony started.

"I give them what would bring them peace, they linger as their bodies rot for a reason. The sad wailing woman isn't whining for attention like some teenage drama queen, she's hurt and needs closure. The ghosts linger because there's unfinished business and I'm their business woman for the job, except unlike the psychics and mediums of today's age, I do it for free and not for entertainment purposes."

"So if someone got wind you can commune with the dead and wanted to know something about their deceased what would you do?"

"Tell em to bugger off unless in that moment their deceased makes an entrance, I'll relay a message only that person would've known about and then tell em to bugger off and let the dead rest. They'll get the same kind of response as a misogynistic man telling me to smile, I'm not here for your entertainment so you can kiss the southbound end of a northbound horse."

#loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki x original female character #loki x ofc #necromancy #nell the necromancer #nellthenecromancer #loki x nell #avengers

[jackiekennedystyle]

Jackie’s Team

Providencia “Provi” Paredes, Assistant

Born in Dominican Republic, she was the only staff member of Hispanic descent in the Kennedy administration’s inner circle. In 1957, Senator John F. Kennedy’s personal secretary, Evelyn Lincoln, introduced Provi to Senator Kennedy. After meeting Jackie, Provi began working for the Kennedys in their Georgetown home. She joined the Kennedys to the White House and was employed as Jackie’s private attendant. Among her duties was the care and oversight of the First Lady’s wardrobe and personal accessories. Paredes and her family maintained a close relationship with many members of the Kennedy family after President Kennedy’s assassination.

“'I have decided, however, that the only staff I’m bringing with me is Provi.” - Jackie talking to Secret Service agent Clint Hill about her visit to Italy, India, and Pakistan. (X)

Mary Gallagher, Personal Secretary

Mary Gallagher was employed by JFK as a staff member in his Senate office and later by Jackie Kennedy and Janet Auchincloss. She was chosen by Jackie to be her secretary on the grounds that she could be trusted. However, this proved to be an unwise hire by Jackie as she went on to author a memoir that was less than flattering to the Kennedy family. 

“And then he said, “How about Mary?” and then Jackie walks over and says “Oh yes, Mary has to come to the White House.” - Mary recalling when she was chosen as Jackie’s secretary. (X) 

Letitia “Tish” Baldrige, Social Secretary (1961-1963)

Baldrige attended Miss Porter’s School in Farmington, Connecticut, where she met Jackie. The two also attended Vassar College together. She worked for the Kennedy campaign in 1960, and assumed the office as Social Secretary in 1961. Baldrige left the White House in June 1963 to work for the Merchandise Mart, a Kennedy family business enterprise in Chicago.

“Her classic good looks were complemented by her sense of style. Nothing ever looked wrong on her.”  - On Jackie, from her book, “A Lady, First” 

Nancy “Tucky” Tuckerman, Social Secretary (1963-1963)

Jackie met “Tucky” when they were about eight or nine years old in New York and then later on roomed with her at Miss Porter’s School in Farmington. In February 1963, Jackie asked Nancy if she could replace Letitia Baldrige as social secretary.

“She was very much in command of herself, aside from the shock. Obviously she was in a certain amount of shock, but she could operate and she could make sense, and she realized that she had to make certain decisions and she did them simply beautifully.” - On Jackie arranging her husband’s funeral after his assassination. (X)

 Pamela Turnure, Press Secretary

JFK supposedly had an affair with Turnure sometime in the 50s, afraid of the news leaking to the press, his transition team asked Jackie to hire her as Press Secretary. Jackie was the first First Lady to have one.

If she had said, “I cannot go through with it,” then it would have been done some other way. But she said, “Yes, I can do it. And she did.” - On Jackie coming out of the hospital with the President after recovering from the death of their son, Patrick, as the press took pictures. (X)

#Jackie Kennedy #Jacqueline Kennedy #Jackie O #White house #kennedy administration #kennedy #first lady #style icon #first ladies #united states #american #history #team

[staarknaked]

Hello! I have been watching the marvel movies and tv shows for a while now but I’d like to read the comics too. Any idea how to start since there are so many and have been there for so long (as in which comic from what year)? Thank you in advance!

I’m sorry for how long this is, I tried. Once you find where you want tostart, it gets easier to narrow down and follow timelines and full story arcs,sort of, I promise. Also, Wikipedia is your friend. Marvel starting doing a lot of events after CivilWar. You can skip them and just read summaries. Save your sanity. If you have any questions you can msg me off anon too and I can walk you through it because Marvel comics are a shit show I’m so sorry I don’t make the rules.

Projects:

-Civil War (2006-2007): This is on the list because this is where I jumpedinto Avengers comics, and it’s honestly their most iconic events. It has a tonof main titles for multiple characters and is a really good way to get into howthey think and who they are, but it is fucking huge. After reading the core book, the tie ins and theCap/Iron man books are great. Really gives you history and scope of the Marveluniverse and its original players. This will take a while.

-Avengers Disassembled (2004-2005): Probablybigger than civil war? I have the hardcover of this and it is massive. But again, iconic if you wantto do the work and read it. Scarlet Witch is a key player and it pretty coversbackground for a whole variety of previous material. This will also take forever. I have the entirely of it in a hardcover and I’ve only gotten through 2/3rds of it.

- House of M (2005): Wanda Maximoff. Right here. If you want toknow what comics Wanda is like, and why mutants are the way they are in comicsright now, House of M is it. House of M preludes some of the best x-men stuffpost Phoenix era and leads to a ridiculously intense storyline that leads towhere the mutants are now and why they are the way they are. The core book isshort, and good as a one shot, but if you go further it gets crazy.

Movie Characters in Comics

I haven’t readAnt-Man, Black Panther, or Thor solos except for the all-new thor where it’s JaneFoster but they are re-booting Thor in 2018 I think. And I don’t read Dr.Strange, he’s kind of an asshole.

-Black Widow (2014-2015): The art is amazing and Natasha adopts a cat.That’s all you need honestly. Doesn’t tie into the MCU at all but really great.

-Hawkeye (2012-2015): The Clint Barton we deserve tbh. Fraction andAja’s run is iconic and legendary. Also not MCU related but widely recognizedas one of the best comics runs.

-Planet Hulk (2006-2007): One of themore iconic Hulk runs and also where parts of the Hulk’s story in Thor: Ragnarokcame from.

-Scarlet Witch (2015-2017): Really good art, Wanda is trying to fix witchcraft, and it I think goes into a little bit of her backstory with Vision. They are no longer together in comics, but this I think deals with some of the aftermath and gives glimpses into her history. I have it, I haven’t gotten around to reading it.

-Invincible Iron Man: Extremis (2006): Ended up influencinga huge part of the original Iron Man movie, and updates Tony’s everything. Thearmor from this book was the basis for the armor in the MCU.

-All-New All-Different Invincible Iron Man (2015): This is a newerTony Stark, and this line eventual leads to the Riri Williams line I think? It’sa modern take on Tony Stark.

-Captain America: Winter Soldier / Captain America(Vol 5.) (2004-2011): Ed Brubaker is the mastermind behind bringing BuckyBarnes back as the Winter Soldier. This Cap line runs forever, and covers allthe major events of the mid-late 2000’s, including civil war, death of SteveRogers, and Bucky picking up the Shield. Really good run, it’s the only soloCap stuff I’ve read any part of. The Winter Soldier stuff starts in 2005/2006if you want to skip right to it.

-Captain America (2017): Starting atissue # 695, this is Steve’s redemption arc from the clusterfuck that wasMarvel’s Secret Empire. Getting into Cap here and then backtracking would be mysuggestion.

- Guardians of the Galaxy (2013-technically ongoing): this is a pretty long run and was launched whenthe movies started bringing new readers, and it’s really good. It does crossover with the O5 X-men business briefly, but it’s also where they reallyintroduce Angela Odinsdottir, Thor’s kick ass stolen sister.It’s been re-branded a couple of times due to events.

Team Books

-The Ultimate’s: Super Human (2002): The Ultimate’suniverse inspired the movies. It’s a close universe separate from marvel 616,which is the marvel universe where all the other comic recommendations arecoming from. Ultimate’s is grittier, darker, and changes backstories but isstill really really good. Gets weird, and is definitely not close to themovies, but a lot of the inspiration for the movies came from this universe,and you’ll see it if you read it.This is the kick off book, but the Ultimate ‘verse is pretty straight forward.

-Avengers Assemble (2012-2014): This wascreated for the movies. It has the movie team line up, and was meant to be thestepping stone from the fledgling MCU to the Marvel 616 comic verse!

Netflix/Hulu/Marvel TV

-Runaway’s (2003/2017): If you watched the Hulu Runaway adaption, these arethe comics to read. The 2003 run will not have the same characters or romancesas the show though, and the 2017 ones kind of bounce off the original omics andthe show. I’m not the biggest fan of the Runaways but my best friend read themwhen we were younger so I know this by association.

- Jessica Jones: Alias (2001-2004); Jessica Jones (2016): The netlfixshow was based off the Alias comics, and its Bendis and Gaydos back on the 2016run as well, making Jessica one of the most consistently written characters inMarvel. Very similar to the show

-The Defenders (2017): A reboot of the Defenders line to hype the neflixshow. I love danny jess and luke any and every time they interact. Jess andLuke named their kid after danny okay I love anytime these assholes teamup and I believe this is similar to the show as well.

Deadpool + Friends Deadpool is in a lot ofshit. He was in Deadool and Cable in the 90’s and early-mid 2000’s and then therewas a point where everything he was in was shit for a while, and now he runsaround the marvel universe and teams up with everyone from spider-man to thenew wolverine.

-Uncanny X-Force (2010-2012): This one is a wild ride, and only recommended ifyou really liked the Deadpool movie. Wolverine and X-23 with Deadpool and twoothers mutants. Lots of stabbing. Dark. Moral conundrums. Excellent andabsolutely amazing expose of Deadpool’s character and what his morals are like.-Spider-Man/Deadpool (2016-ongoing): I can’t speak for the laterstuff, but the first bit was pretty funny.

New Kids onthe Block These are “new” heroes that were meant to be youngand fresh. They’re fully established now, and definitely worth a look.-Nova (2013-2016): I love Sam. I do. He’s a spazy Hispanic teenagerwith cosmic space powers by accident basically. He’s one of the kids thatkicked off the dad!tony thing in comics. Has appearances by the guardians, anddeals with cosmic space stuff-Invincible Iron Man: Ironheart (2016-ongoing for now): This iswhere Riri Williams takes over the Iron Man title as weird shit happens to TonyStark. Black, 16, smarter than Tony.-Ms. Marvel (2014-ongoing): Kamala is just really sweet honestly,though I’ve only so far gone through the first 2 or 3 trades.

-Spider-Men(2012): Blends the spider-man of 616 with ultimate spider-man and gives areally good jumping point to the Miles Morales as Spider-Man when he comespermanently into the 616 universe.

-Spider-Man(2016-ongoing): Miles as spider-man. He and Nova, and Kamala get mentored by Tony Starkin some of the all new-all different avenger’s books but each also has a solorun.

- Hawkeye(2016-2018): The only Young Avengers to get her own series, Kate Bishop as Hawkeye.Helps keep Clint Barton from dying, pretty great all around. Kate isn’t newsince she came around in 2005 but she was horribly underused until she showedup in Fractions Hawkeye and then got her own solo.

LGBTQ and fucking AWESOME but not MCU related at all:

- Young Avengers (2005) and YA: Children’s Crusade (2011):Children’s crusade has more Wanda, YA is the first teenage superhero group thatalso had one of Marvel’s first gay on panel kisses.

- Angela: Asguard’s Assassin (2014) and Angela: Queen of Hel(2015): a transfriendly lesbian love story with fierce fucking femalecharacters.

- Fearless Defenders (2013): Valkyrie and a ton of kick assmarvel women team up, boot all the men off the Defenders team and then showthem the fuck up also there are Lesbians and Valkyrie is a fucking goddess.

And that’s where I’m going to stop. If you put any of these titlesinto google with the dates, it will show you what you’re looking for! There aresites to read comics for free, and there are programs that you can use to readthem digitally. But honestly, once you find what you like, head to your localcomic book shop (if you have one) and browse their titles. Most places wlilorder things in.

If you’re into X-Men, I can do an X-men specific list, butX-Men aren’t really MCU so I didn’t include them. X-Men is kind of my tried andtrue for marvel though tbh. There are a lot of new X-men series being launchedright now and they just resurrected Jean Grey, so if you want that, let me know,it’s its own list.

#anon #anon ask #answers #definitely comics #when i got this i felt like i wasn't qualified to answer it and then i looked at my bookshelf and cried

[i-bet-you-know-who-i-am-blog]

-Nah, I wouldn’t let people bitch about the white McCree headcanon and get away with that hypocritical shit. And yes, you are one of them I have seen your asks and messages.

-McCree is from Santa Fe, but woah look!

-From the National City Database X

-Looks like he has just as much of a chance being hispanic as white. But wait, when you also including the facts like: his legendary skins, voice actor, historical context, Clint Eastwood, his sprays, his actual skin under sufficient light, and his Scottish name it’s pretty apparent that he is white.

-I mean look at all that melanin from your “brown boy”: 

-Oh wait, their isn’t any.

-So yes, it still is the most likely overwatch headcanon.

#also thanks for blocking me ill add you to the list #mccree #white #jesse mccree #whitewash #poc #overwatch #vintagetobe

[captainsherlockwinchester110283]

Marvel Monday (Clint x reader)

Summary: Reader is cooking in the kitchen and singing at the same time. What will the team do?

Warning: second hand embarrassment. A/n: In this imagine the reader is Hispanic for the sake of the plot. There will be Spanish up ahead. ______ It was a Friday and no one was in the tower. The boys went out for drinks and the girls were shipping whixh you absolutely detest. Since it’s near six you decided to make dinner for yourself and extra for when the team gets back. You were born and raised in Miami so you knew traditional Cuban dishes and how to make them. Your taste buds demanded aroz con Pollo (rice with chicken) so that’s what you made. While pulling out the ingredients you set you phone to play music on shuffle and it happened to play a ton of Spanish music. Half way through cooking the flavorful dish, the intoxicating smell filled the air and the song Baliando by Enrique Iglesias filled your ears. Something in you flipped as the beginning notes played. Your feet carried themselves across the kitchen in a dancing pattern, and you sang at the top of you lungs. “(Bailando, bailando, bailando, bailando) Tu cuerpo y el mío llenando el vacío Subiendo y bajando (subiendo y bajando) (Bailando, bailando, bailando, bailando) Ese fuego por dentro me esta enloqueciendo Me va saturando” Suddenly laughter and applauds rang in the air. Clint and Tony were taking videos while the rest stood applauding you. A blush crept up your cheeks. Steve spoke first. “Y/ N, You sounded amazing. Just wondering what did you say. ” You forgot half the team didn’t know Spanish. “Well my gringo, it literally translate to ’(Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing) Your body and mine filling the void Up and down (up and down) (Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing) That fire inside is driving me crazy. It’s saturating me.’” Tony began to tease you about you singing when the timer for the meal rang. “I made food.” You pulled the meal off the stove and set it to an off burner. Within minutes the team ate the food and asked for seconds. Now every Friday you were cooking for the team.

#tony stark #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #clint barton #bruce banner #wanda maximoff #avengers #imagine #oneshot #x reader #reader insert #reader #thor odinson #singing #cooking #dancing

[ao3feed-mcufemslash]

A little hispanic action

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Y2kGN8

by kdamnvers

Natasha Romanoff was an amazing dancer and teacher, aside from being your crush. You kind of forget about her once she leaves to live in Russia, but what happens when you attend her welcome back party?

Definitely, nothing... unless given a little Hispanic action.

Words: 4252, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Peter Parker, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow

Relationships: Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, natasha Romanoff/reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) & Reader, natasha romanoff x reader, Black Widow/Reader

Additional Tags: dancer!nat, danceteacher!nat, fem!reader - Freeform, younger reader, secret-not-so-secret crush, sexy dance but not that kind, kind of slow burn if you really think about it, Mutual Pining, reader - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Y2kGN8

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #mcu

[bolontiku]

*not my images*

Avengers a/u

Clint x reader

“While in Rio”

Part 6

Summary: vacationing in Rio De Janeiro you meet Clint Barton. Your friends tell you to stay away, he’s trouble.

***

You blinked slowly, you needed…. Something. Something to distract you from….this.

_____

Genny had found you in the kitchen with Natasha, the other person staying in Stark Mansion. Both women hitting it off almost instantly.

Somehow Natasha had managed to get Genny to allow you to get out for the night with her, so long as Michael, Jacob, and Sarah came along.

Michael nowhere to be seen, you hurried back to your room and informed Sarah of the nights plan. Texting Michael as an afterthought so as to be able to say you had invited him.

____

Clint forced a smile as Nat rocked to and fro in his arms. “Did you get the info?” he asked dropping his head near the crook of her neck, keeping his body a hands distance from hers.

Nat smiled as she curled her hand across the back of his neck, “I have a date tomorrow night with a certain General,” she said with a hispanic accent, “I’ll get you the clear shot you need, unless your fine with me finishing the job so you can…follow through with something new?” she asked raising her eyebrow at him glancing you way.

He chuckled, of course she had noticed. “Shhh, no meddling now…” he grumbled into her ear.

Nat giggled as he swung her out then pulled her back in, her hips swaying in front of his but not really touching. “You must be very interested…” she clicked her tongue catching his attention, “your kinda far.”

“I am not!” he exclaimed.

“Huh!” she huffed turning in his arms and jerking him against her, “that is how you dance to this music and you know it!” she reached up and kissed his cheek, “go get her.” Nat winked at him before sauntering away.

Clint shook his head as he watched Nat disappear into the crowd, still his eyes found you again at the bar, back turned towards him. ______

Now, here you were. How had you thought this a good idea? Clint was on the dance floor Natasha in his arms and it was sexy as hell. You swallowed as he swung his hips right behind her, a breath away from her ass. He winked when he caught you watching and you knew your ears were bright red as you turned back to the bar and your drink.

Sarah popped up at your elbow a squeal on her lips as Jacob planted a kiss and murmured about the bathroom before disappearing. She smiled before tossing back a shot. “So…this guy, your a thing now?”

You felt your face burn. “Sarah, I just met him! He is not a thing! We are not a thing, we are not even a we!”

Sarah perked an eyebrow, “well the way he looks at you is disturbing, even when he has that woman all over him-” she shook her head giving you a disapproving look.

“They aren’t a thing either, she even confirmed it, they are coworkers for Mr. Stark,” you wondered why it came out so defensively.

Sarah frowned tossing back another drink. “I don’t know, what about Michael?”

You turned confused, “what about him?” you asked now getting annoyed.

“Y/N! Seriously you don’t know?!” she asked her eyes unfocused and then she was swept up by Jacob before you could ask her to clarify. A knot forming in the pit of your stomach.

“Sorry Y/N, she’s a bit off in the cups! Yeah?!” he laughed moving into the mass of bodies with Sarah in tow.

You felt strong arms glide around your own waist and tensed up till you heard his chuckle low and gravely voice in your ear. “You a'right?” he asked his lips brushing against the back of your neck.

You shivered and knew he had felt it. “Yes! I- I’m fine!” your voice a bit higher in pitch your smile a bit weak.

Clint studied you for a bit before a grin slowly slid across his face. You felt him begin to pull you off the chair and you grabbed hold of the bar. His lips firmly planted on the crook of your neck, causing you to let go in shock. He laughed victoriously as he dragged you onto the floor.

“I don’t know how to dance!” you exclaimed as he pulled you flush against him.

“Its fine the male leads anyhow,” he pulled your arms around his neck, before his hands slid down your sides to loosely hold your waist. You dropped your gaze, his hands practically engulfing your waist. He reached up, two fingers under your chin, quickly lifting your head to stare back into his eyes.

“Keep your head up and follow my movements,“ he moved then. The hand on your back pressing your hips against his so everytime his swayed yours had no choice but to follow.

You felt a laugh bubble up as he swung you around pulling you closer, your bosom pressing against his strong chest. You clung to him, his body hard against your softer frame. He swirled you around so you faced away from him, his hand gripping your hips tightly, you bit your lip and suppressed a moan as he pressed against you, and you felt him, hard and thick against your ass. His lips by your ear. “Mind if I bite that for you?”

You almost moaned, though in the loud noise of the band playing and people singing and talking you knew it wouldnt have been heard. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, his blue eyes nearly black completely lust blown. You had already been hot from the crowd, the drinks, being so close to him…your brain fizzled as your eyes locked on his lips, your tongue darting out reflexively.

Clint groaned before crashing his lips to yours, cupping your face in his hands. He pulled back, “that is not fair.” he growled at you before looking up and around. You couldnt think, your mind buzzing from the too short kiss before you realized he was walking and pulling you along behind him.

He shut the door behind him and you realized you were in a storage closet of sorts, before he was back in front of you, tilting your head back, lips on yours. You barely managed to wrap your arms around his neck when he was walking you back into the wall, crouching down a bit to match your height, his hands sliding down your frame, thumbs just grazing the edges of your breasts before moving further to your waist.

Your back met the wall with a thump finally and he lifted you slightly. You took the cue and wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands coming up to cup your ass.

His, oh god! His hips nestled tightly against yours, only his jeans and the fabric of your loose skirt between you and god he felt marvelous! His lips left yours trailing hot kisses down your neck to the soft plunge between your breasts. He buried his face there for a moment before he came back to, his tongue swirling over your pulse tantalizing, nothing but sinful.

You dropped your head back to the wall as his hips surged against yours slamming your ass into it. A cry escaping your lips. He was sin incarnate. You knew, there was no way any simple man could be this hot, this demanding, this-your brain fizzled out yet again as his teeth scraped over your pulse, his lips closing over your skin, sucking till you were sure he had left not only one or two marks, but you were sure there would be three.

Clint hissed as he felt your hand slide between you two closing over the bulge in his jeans. “Fuuuck!” he groaned pulling away, leaving the both of you panting, cold, and breathless.

He saw the quick succession of emotions flit across your face and he moved forwards kissing you softly. “No. No, you didnt do anything wrong! No, I just…Fuck I would love to take you right here!” he groaned as he closed his lips on yours again your fingers digging into his hair quickly holding him to you. “I just don't have a condom.”

Your eyebrows shot up as you finally registered what he had said. “Oh!” finally as he smiled against your lips. Little kisses making you melt against him again.

By the time Clint led you back out to the dance floor you couldnt find Sarah or Jacob in the mass amount of people. Quickly checking your phone you saw 3 missed texts.

Sarah: [where are you?!]

>>Missed call - Sarah

Sarah:  [couldnt find you, took a cab home sure Nat and Clint will take care of you!]

Michael: [we need to talk. Come to my room when you get back]

You sighed as you pointed to the exit, Clint clearing a way through the throng of people. He hailed a cab and you two settled in. You smiled as he leaned over again stealing your breath with his lips, his tongue brushing against yours, demanding dominance. You whimpered as you felt his hand catch behind your knee, pulling it across his and then it began trailing up.

You only remembered there was a driver as the cab bounced and Clint’s fingers stopped just below the curve of your ass.

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34 Poets Of Color Summarize 2017 In Verse

If 2017 was a poem, what would you call it?

This was the question Tabia Yapp the founder ofBEOTIS, a boutique agency that represents leading writers, speakers and multidisciplinary artists of color posed to a group of contemporary poets she admired.

The open-ended question provided respondents with ample space to play. Some poets answered the prompt in two words, while others filled up pages, all while attempting to describe a time categorized by so much fear, anger, hope, action and love.

Were only two months into 2017. At times, it feels like the year has already stretched beyond its 12-month boundaries. Yet at the same time, 2017 still doesnt feel quite real. Just as Black History Month comes to a close, the following poets are helping us make sense of this uncertain moment in history,using language as a guide.

Behold, 34 poets of color summarize 2017 in verse*:

1.Alok Vaid-Menon

Alok Vaid-Menon is a nonbinary artist with a lot of feelings.

2.Camonghne Felix

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Camonghne Felix, M.A., is a poet, political strategist, media junkie and cultural worker. She received an M.A. in arts politics from NYU, an MFA from Bard College, and has received fellowships from Cave Canem, Callaloo and Poets House. The 2012 Pushcart Prize nominee is the author of the chapbook Yolk, and was recently listed by Black Youth Project as a Black Girl From the Future You Should Know.

3.Yosimar Reyes

Yosimar Reyes is an undocumented American poet and activist, who was born in Guerrero, Mexico, and raised in East San Jose, California.

4. Ada Limn

Ada Limn is the author of four books of poetry including Bright Dead Things which was nominated for the National Book Award, the National Book Critics Circle Award, the Kingsley Tufts Poetry award, and named one of the top 10 books of the year by The New York Times.

5.Hieu Minh Nguyen

Hieu Minh Nguyen is the son of immigrants. He is the author of two collections of poetry, This Way to the Sugar (Write Bloody Publishing, 2014) and Not Here (Coffee House Press, forthcoming in 2018).

6. Fatimah Asghar

Fatimah Asghar is a Kundiman Fellow and a member of the Dark Noise Collective. She is the author of the chapbook AFTER (YesYes books, 2015) and the co-creator and writer of the highly anticipated web series Brown Girls.

7. Clint Smith

Clint Smith is the author of Counting Descent (2016) and a doctoral candidate at Harvard University who has received fellowships from Cave Canem, the Callaloo Creative Writing Workshop, and the National Science Foundation. A 2014 National Poetry Slam champion, his writing has been published in The New Yorker, The American Poetry Review, The Guardian, Boston Review, Harvard Educational Review and elsewhere.

8.Danez Smith

Danez Smith is the author of Dont Call Us Dead (Graywolf Press, 2017) and the award winning [insert] boy (YesYes Books, 2014). Danez is a 2017 NEA Fellow and member of the Dark Noise Collective.

9.Eboni Hogan

Eboni Hogan is a Brooklyn-based poet, playwright, actress and curriculum writer who has performed in over 65 U.S. cities, as well as internationally in Ghana, Germany and Austria. She is the 2012 Women of the World Poetry Slam Champion and habitually bougie.

10.Paul Tran

Paul Tran placed Top 10 at the National Poetry Slam and Individual World Poetry Slam in 2015. They live in Brooklyn, where they serve as Poetry Editor at The Offing and Poet In Residence at Urban Word NYC.

11.Oompa

Oompa is a hood, black, queer slam poet, rapper and Beyonc aficionado from Boston seeking to make space where the world says there is none for her. She just released her debut album November 3rd in 2016 after making final stage with House Slam at the National Poetry Slam in Decatur, Georgia.

12.Joshua Aiken

Joshua Aiken won the 2016 Martin Starkie Prize for his poem Disappearing Act(s) while studying at the University of Oxford on a Rhodes Scholarship, and is an alumni of Washington University in St. Louis where he was a proud member of WU-SLam, a spoken word poetry community.

13.Janani Balasubramanian

Janani Balasubramanian is a writer of speculative fiction whose art and editorial work has been featured in The New Yorker, Guernica, Creative Time Reports, The New Inquiry and more. Theyve presented work at 160-plus stages across North America and Europe, including the Public Theater, MOMA and the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Janani is currently working on Sleeper a dystopian trilogy about sleep, dreams and physics.

14. Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib

Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib is a poet, writer and cultural critic from Columbus, Ohio. He is a columnist at MTV News and a Callaloo Creative Writing Fellow. His first collection of poems, The Crown Aint Worth Much, was released by Button Poetry in 2016.

15.Safia Elhillo

Safia Elhillo is a Sudanese-American writer and educator living in Washington, DC. Her debut collection of poetry, The January Children, is available from University of Nebraska Press.

16.Denice Frohman

Denice Frohman is an award-winning poet, writer, performer and educator. She is a 2014 CantoMundo Fellow, 2013 Women of the World Poetry Slam Champion, 2013 Hispanic Choice Award winner, and performed at The White House in 2016.

17. Eve L. Ewing

Eve L. Ewing is a sociologist of race and urban education at the University of Chicago School of Social Service Administration, a poet and an essayist. Her debut colleciton of poems, Electric Arches, is forthcoming September 2017 via Haymarket Books.

18.Elizabeth Acevedo

Elizabeth Acevedo is a National Poetry Slam Champion with two collections of poetry, and The Poet X (HarperCollins, 2018) is her debut novel.

19.Jacqui Germain

Jacqui Germain is a poet and freelance writer based in St. Louis, with poems published in Muzzle Magazine and The Offing, and essays published in The New Inquiry and The Establishment. Shes the author of the chapbook, When the Ghosts Come Ashore, published through Button Poetry/Exploding Pinecone Press, and is still trying to figure out her own public and private resistance.

20.Jayson P. Smith

Jayson P. Smith is a Brooklyn-based writer, curator, performance artist and current Emerge-Surface-Be Fellow with The Poetry Project.

21.Ocean Vuong

Ocean Vuong is the author of Night Sky with Exit Wounds, a New York Times 2016 Top 10 Critics Pick and winner of the 2016 Whiting Award.

22.Nate Marshall

Nate Marshall is from the South Side of Chicago. He is the author of Wild Hundreds and an editor of The BreakBeat Poets: New American Poetry in the Age of Hip-Hop.

23.Cameron Awkward-Rich

Cameron Awkward-Rich is the author of Sympathetic Little Monster (Ricochet Editions, 2016) and the chapbook Transit (Button Poetry, 2015). A Cave Canem fellow and poetry editor for Muzzle Magazine, his poems have appeared/are forthcoming in Narrative, The Baffler, Indiana Review and elsewhere

24. Ariana Brown

Ariana Brown is an Afromexicana poet from San Antonio, Texas, with a B.A. in African diaspora studies and Mexican-American studies. She is the recipient of an Academy of American Poets Prize, a 2014 national collegiate poetry slam champion, and is currently working on her first manuscript.

25. Kwame Dawes

Kwame Dawes is the author of City of Bones: A Testament (TriQuarterly, 2017).Dawes notes that his title is for an era that spans 20082020.

26.Nabila Lovelace

Nabila Lovelace is a first-generation Queens native; her people hail from Trinidad and Nigeria. Sons of Achilles, her debut book of poems, is forthcoming from YesYes Books.

27.Aja Monet

The revolution will be livestreamed on facebook and instagrammed by your favorite thot, triggered on twitter, so uber cool not to uber, the only bloodshed will be freebleeding or my pussy is borderless, you mean to tell me they dont have starbucks on this march? i wish a mothafucka would, dear 1968, you aint aged one bit, nothin new under the sun, the more things change the more they stay the same, this revolving door, my president is a puppet, white house of horrors, when the pedophile priests bless america, or the crooked babalao, voodoo these divided states, birth of no nation, if you know whats good for you, kill capitalism, get free or die tryin, rosie the riveter ushers in new law and order, black magic will not be photoshopped, liberate these psychic streets.

Aja Monet is a Caribbean-American blues poet.

28.Porsha Olayiwola

: porsha o is joy in dystopia : ready to die, again : how to out breathe the ghost inhaling all around you : watch me dance on the grave of everything that tried to kill me : why is the blood so shiny so pretty splattered : the black dyke avoids being devoured, again : how attendance at therapy appointments and guided meditations heal humans : how i got whole : we do not run, here : here, i am the riot : watch me burn this place to ash

Porsha Olayiwola is the 2014 Individual World Poetry Slam Champion, the 2015 National Poetry Slam Champion, and the co-founder of House Slam. She identifies as a black, lesbian poet, a hip-hop feminist, an educator and a organizer.

29. Patricia Smith

Beowulf Sheehan

You, so blatantly golden, the helm of every keening ship, so our plummet and our mirrors, so the steel-eye and bellow, you, ass perpetually clenched, sinking in your suit jacket, so our blunder and kismet, the tips of your dwarfish fingers bled raw with currency, you, relentlessly training your teeth, spit-glued crown defying every wind, you are the back-bended sniffler lost in the shadowed end of the school yard, you, legless savior, nailed to the same cross you carry.

Patricia Smith is a poet, teacher, performance artist and author. Smith is a professor at the College of Staten Island and in the Sierra Nevada College MFA program, recipient of Guggenheim and NEA fellowships, a National Book Award finalist and the author of eight critically acknowledged volumes of poetry, including her most recent, Incendiary Art.

30.Julian Randall

By this I mean less sexually (though if thats your thing by all means get down with yourself) than there is nothing better suited to me to talk about survival than the idea of Morning. Ive thought nearly every day of this new year about a casually brilliant quote from Natalie Diaz What happens after the unimaginable? The morning after, and the one after that. 2016 was almost across the board a year in which we faced so many events that we could only describe as being the unimaginable; I cite that every single time somebody mentions Prince dying I feel it all over again as if for the first time because my brain starkly refuses to hold onto the fact that hes gone.

And yet, in the face of so many apocalypses (here I mean the tertiary definition of apocalypse, brought to my attention by the genius Junot Diaz, meaning revelation because I will not give this year or any other the dignity of being my presumed end) we are still here. Wounded, but here. Oppressed, but here. Grieving, but here. Fighting, and aint one of the criteria for fighting to be here, present, alive? And how truly awe worthy, fight worthy is that? Alive, after all this time. Thats as constant as dawn, whether the clouds ensnare the senses or not somewhere behind all that, the sun, daybreak. That to me is the Morning After it becomes morning in America.

As unimaginable tragedy and hurt settles into reality that we (here I am speaking specifically to marginalized folks, especially my own communities as a Queer Black & Afro-Dominican person) are in so many ways also the unimaginable. How many generations of survival and endurance and an irreducible desire to live have brought us this far? Does that not make us something unimaginable? Does that not give us the power to bring a morning too?

Julian Randall is a living queer black poet from Chicago pursuing his MFA at Ole Miss. He can be followed on Instagram and Twitter @JulianthePoet.

31. Aziza Barnes

retitiling 2017 A logic: cop is to take & pig is a cop & Jimmy is a Johnson & Johnson is a dick & Dick is a Richard & Chip is a Frank & Frank is honest & Also a suggestion & Dick is a suggestion & Short for a fuller name & Coarse is a word for hair & Hair is dead & growing & Dead is brown often on plants & Green is money unless its young & Guap is bread is cheese is where we put pesticides & A pest is a hairy pussy & pussy Is a pet or a chore or a slave & A slave is brown so is dead so is hair so is also growing & Dick or Short for the fuller name is a weapon or An honest suggestion or Something to cop or Something to pig & pig is often an element of a verb to pig often it is a direction out which is to eat a lot of unnecessarily & a jimmy is also a way to loosen what been locked also a verb to jimmy which is also something to cop but short for the name theft which is to eat too much & coarse Is the opposite of fine which is Handsome & Too thin for light & Unable to braid & also just Okay & okay is how Andrew Jackson signed his checks which is also how Richard Blaine signed his checks in Casablanca OKAY which is a movie about a Dick that Jimmyd a fine slave or a Richard that Johnsond a nation for some young or a man that stole a woman for $10,000 francs & called it a name that didnt relate or a shared name with a commander to genocide of Native Americans & of which I am one & if OKAY wasnt OKAYD there would be more of me & dick had a black piano player Or dick had a suggestion for a dead music which is Latin song & Rome is where Latin was & the aqueduct Was a system of moving dirt from water from the people or a system of a pest to eat versus a pest to drown which is what happened to many coarse bodies or women bodies or slave bodies in certain lakes in the Americas where Richard Blane is from & saved by throwing a fine green on a plane for his coarse green love or his hair grown dead or his OKAY gone OKAY or his unable to braid suggestion of a cop which is also a pig which can be a pet if it behaves well.

Aziza Barnes is blk and alive. Winner of the 2015 Pamet River Prize, Azizas first full length collection i be but i aint is from YesYes Books 2016. They are a Cave Canem Fellow, co-founder of The Conversation Literary Festival and co-host of the podcast The Poetry Gods.

32.Dominique Christina

The year is no poem. It wont be called anything With light inside it. It snatches milk from The mouths of infants A lion devouring shrines and sunlight.

2017 is a weapon.

A low groan in the dark, A woman in the basement With a wire hangar and a baby No bigger than a mustard seed That she will meet as an ooze in her palms 2017 is the lynch mob discography: Girl bodies Gay bodies Trans bodies Black bodies Poor bodies Nobodies All strung up like Mardi Gras beads on Main Street The stench doesnt stop the parade

Thats America.

2017 is a funeral procession. A lunatics marching orders Conversion therapy Celebrity Apprentice on A terrible loop,

2017 is no poem.

Its the bastard child of Interred bones in the Tallahatchie River A severed spine in Baltimore A boys brain on the street in Ferguson The last breath of a man in New York Traffic stops that crescendoed to murder 2017 is a dustbin Stacked with protest signs and court orders The lickety split shudder Of a nation that ran into its ghosts And only the women were Acquainted with being haunted. Empty cupboard soliloquy queens Snatching their children From public schools and Handing them switchblades

Mommy is sorry.

This is what the teacher wont show you.

Take it.

These bastards need mortality.

2017 is the state house glittered now in menstrual blood.

Girl children baying at the dawn limp moon Oak trees decorated with brassieres Nazis with their teeth knocked out A linguistic resistance With no room for words like alt right When white supremacy is story enough.

2017 is no poem.

Its a pipeline trying To breech an ocean, A woman in a wheelchair At a protest rally, A tear gas canister on the steps of the Capitol.

2017 didnt bring my God with it.

Just hexes and hurricane winds A democracy doomed by The wrong weather wreckage of Rich men and their crucifixion fetish We gon all carry a cross You better believe it Let whatever happens be biblical then. Let the locusts come if they must.

America is a murdered woman Ghosting the world With her cracked levees, Her burned out mosque, Her shot up church, Her impossible promise Her unmarked graves, And I am dumb with calling her name. Despite the yelps of history, My wobbly faith splits heaven wide open Reimagines God as mammy, Starch white apron and a shotgun, Babies suckling at her unremarkable breasts Pushing scripture out from the rubble Saying the battle is finally over and me, War-walloped and heaving, Rummaging through debris looking for Something that glitters…

Oh America, (If that is your real name) Take these bones and perform One last miracle Take these hands and give me Back my mouth Take this mouth and give me back my feet Take these feet and give me back my courage Dazzle this uncaptured girl that I might Live long enough to tell my grandchildren About the year I stopped beseeching God and In the trench grew my own temple. God of the in-between, God of the firing pin, God of the slaughtered lamb, God of a risen god, Unspell me, here.

I am singing you the hymn of my skirt. I am burning yellow dahlias on my One good altar not splintered by shrapnel Or singed with smoke… If there is any prayer left In this world let it be What is left of our hearts, Our coliseum hearts, And the stupid hope that Regulates the metronome Of our blood machinery. The orchestral thrumming, The insistent rumble, Of our broken, impossible hearts, The only evidence Ie ever had That mountains can be moved.

Dominique Christina is a mother, published author, licensed educator, two-time Women of the World Slam Champion, social agitator, intersectional feminist and cultural Jedi. She is sought after to teach and perform at colleges and universities nationally and internationally every year.

33.Jason Reynolds

IF 2017 WERE A POEM

id call it a flaming bag of shit left at the front door at the side door at the back door your door a gathering double-dutch bucking at flames the orange of them plucking at our faces like immature older brothers jarring us from sleep barring us from passage crackling like broken voice smelling of familiar kindling to some to me at my door cotton rope paper add flint for spark shoot shit no water no water this time this time id call it this time us all here like every time this prank the prank of all stupid white boy pranks gets pulled figuring between filthying our feet up or kicking our feet up and letting the whole damn house burn down id call it this time deciding to sacrifice name brands some chapped overworked epidermis and an epidemic of supple unbothered soles eager to know stomp for once id call it this time were prepared to explain the haunting fecal scent to the houseguests wed promised to host over water id call it they are coming from far they will need a place to stay

Jason Reynolds is The New York Times bestselling author of several novels for young people, including Ghostand All-American Boys, which he co-authored with Brendan Kiely. His new novel in verse, Long Way Down, hits stores this fall.

34.Mahogany L. Browne

1.

When they turn bodegas into boutique grocery stores

When they bounce cops up the block

Like this hipster protection program wont turn back

Lefrak into Harlem turn back Harlem into Chirac

turn back BedStuy into Brownsville turn Brownsville back

Into the Bronx back into Gaza back…

You will taste this strange and bitter American history

Where the Mom and Pop work more hours than the Governor

Where the pesticides overflow our sewer systems

Float our food deserts into neighborhoods

One way in

One way out

Tell me this gentrification be for my own good

Tell me this housing project keep us warfare ready

Tell me Biggie died for our sins

& Ill show you a Brooklyn stoop with a babies name etched in chalk

A hashtag ghost gone already

A price tag on his sisters face

Shes been missing since Sunday

Where choppa lights paint concrete a trail of breadcrumbs

A haunting finding its way back to our homes

1.

The Electoral College is

a lullaby designed to put us

back to sleep.

1.

The ocean is weeping a righteous rage, she got questions for the living:

& what about the sweetheart who would grow to love Tamir Rice? Mike Brown? Korryn Gaines? Akia Gurley?

What about they mamas singing their name before each breakfast?

Or the church praying for their redemption bibles raised in the air?

What about their (almost) children? How about they Daddys smile?

What about they name make them so easy to turn to ash?

How we ghosting black boys for the toys we gift them?

1.

On a Monday

A white body told my black body

It aint earned no apology for the bloodshed

For the nights when my skin grow so cold

I know I must be inches from death

For each death hand delivered to me,

this: silence this: certain dismissal this: post racial reality show this: confederate hug

& dont it bloom like a mushroom sky?

What about the blues? Why it cry like hail? Why it hell like America so so long

1.

Yo: America

Whatchu know about noose ready

Whatchu know about chalk lines & double barrels

Whatchu know about a murder weapon

Or a loose cigarette

Or a baby sleeping on a couch

Whatchu you know about the flag

The confederate fathers

The truck that followed me down a lonely road in Georgia

The names that I rolled off my tongue in prayer?

Saint Sojourner

Saint Harriet

Saint Rekia

Saint Sandra

Bring me home

Or leave me steady

Gun aimed and cocked ready

Con artists turned 45th resident of the White House

While the 44th President is lifted off the grounds

by his shadow & his Black wife

She sideeye all day

She cheekbone slay

While the media aim and shot at presidential legacy

Until weed smoke & a concert make us remember BLK people aint never been human here

Aint we beautiful, those that survived the purging

Those that spill, body splay beautiful from a hateful song

This swing sweet sweet low spiritual aint neva been inclusive

Whatch know about larynx & baton

How you sing him crow in the key of Emmett Till

What fever fuss you awake?

Who else got copd anxiety?

Call it what it is: Post traumatic slave syndrome

Call it land tax until homeless

Call it abortion turned sterilization

Aint no lie like the one against our stillborn children

Aint no lie like the many that shaped our babies into mute cattle

Prison industrial complex reverberates in the tune of elementary

4th graders are the easiest targets

1.

A Math Problem:

If 1 woman, got a 7 Mac 11

& 2 heaters for the beemer

How many Congress seats will NRA lose?

How many votes will it take for a sexual predator

to lift the White House off her feet?

1.

I am practicing this aim

This tongue a shoestring strafe

My tongue say:

Melt the wires of Guantanamo

Yasin Bey coming home aint what we thought it would be

Aint no solace in Mecca

Even Spike Lee left Brooklyn

Here, a slumlord will leave my front steps

Full of rat piss &AirBnB my neighbors apartment

for half my take home pay

Unhinge the city of Rikers

Bring back the reapers

Give them the loot & the stoop

Yea, they good at killin but so was Jefferson.

I mean Washington. I mean CIA. I mean Cointelpro.

I mean they mimic your Grace. I mean its a 2017, America.

A new new year &your face lift be botched.

Mahogany L. Browne is author of Redbone (nominated for NAACP Image Award for Outstanding Literary Works) and co-editor of forthcoming anthology The Break Beat Poets: Black Girl Magic. She is an internationally touring poet and Artistic Director of Urban Word NYC, Program Director of BLM@Pratt, Poetry Program Director at the Nuyorican Poets Caf.

*All biographies were provided by Tabia Yapp and the participating poets.

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