scoutswritingcorner

[scoutswritingcorner]

Just a lil blurb because I can’t get this out of my head. A lil' NSFW but doesn't go into detail.

Natasha just loves to touch you in some way. Any time, any place. Her hand is always on you. In the mornings? It’s sliding on your lower back as she passes by to leave. During meetings? It’s on your thigh under the table. At some fancy party Tony threw? She’s pulling you away from prying eyes to hold you against her and kiss you senseless because goddamn when did her lover get so hot? Standing anywhere? Her hand is on your lower back or your hip. During more intimate moments, her hands are everywhere leaving marks on your body. From gentle squeezes to leaving handprints on your skin.

[scoutswritingcorner]

Early Mornings

Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader

TW: None!

A/N: This is set after Endgame and Natasha isn’t dead.

The early morning sun slowly seeped through the windows of the bedroom yet Natasha had been awake for hours now. The sun slowly cascading into the room and onto your still sleeping form, highlighting every slow deep breath you took. Natasha kept watching you in silent awe, her hand that was on your waist had moved to gently trace your sleeping features. If someone were to ask her years ago if she envisioned being married and leaving the Avenger’s life behind, she would’ve probably said no. Yet here she was, on a farm in a different country with the love of her life sleeping next to her. A soft smile graced her lips as the thoughts raced in her mind. She still kept in touch with the others, and still talks with Clint and Yelena on almost a weekly basis. You both have chickens and goats, two dogs and a whole lot of farm land. Natasha’s fingers stopped tracing your features as your face scrunched up, before moving closer to her and hiding your face into her neck. Without hesitating her arms wrapped around you ever so carefully and pulled you closer, listening to soft and content sighs you let out before falling back into deep slumber.

Her fingers slowly traced shapes into your back as she leaned down to press a kiss upon the crown of your head. She knew she had to get you up soon, chores had to be done and maybe head into town for that local farmer’s market you’ve been talking about for the past few days. But you looked so peaceful when asleep, as if nothing could get to you. Her eyes flitted back up the bedroom windows as she thought back on the last few days back at the Tower. Everyone was moving on to make way for their new lives post-snap, it was bitter-sweet for both of you having lived in that Tower for so long awaiting for the next mission or the next extravagant party Tony would throw. But now? Now it felt all worth it.

Blinking a few times, Natasha slightly jolted at your movement as you slowly woke up yawning. “Nat..? What time is it?” Your sleep-filled voice called out as you leaned back to sit up. “Just a bit after sun-rise, малыш.” She watched as you rubbed your eyes and nodded, mumbling something to yourself. Slowly getting up, she leaned over and kissed your cheek, “Coffee?” You nodded immediately at her question, making her smirk.

She would never get tired of these early mornings with you.

A/N: Something short and sweet! Hope y'all enjoyed!

[scoutswritingcorner]

Taking Care Of You

MCU Ladies x GN!Reader

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop, Maria Hill.

TW: Mentions of being shot, talks about blood.

A/N: As a “what if” scenario to my “How They Would Mourn You” scenario.

There was a loud bang and then she saw your body hit the ground, blood seeping out of you. She rushed over and put her hand over the wound. It wouldn’t kill you, the shot was too low to hit any major organs.

Natasha Romanoff:

Natasha’s hands were almost always stained with the blood of her enemies or marks. But this was different and she felt scared for the first time in a long time.

She pressed her hands down so hard that her knuckles turned white and she flinched when you cried out.

“I know, малыш. Just a little longer.” She whispered to you, blocking your body from any other threat or wandering eyes.

Once back in the safety of the quinjet or even back at the Tower, she hands you to the on team medics and doctors.

When you get out of surgery and wake up, she’s right next to you. She has her head in her hands and clearly didn’t change out of her suit.

When she sees you awake, her eyes light up but she stays still as if she thinks she’s dreaming. But when you beg her to hold you, god she can’t move quick enough.

The days after your surgery, she won’t let you out of her sight or lift a finger. Do you need water or food? Don’t move, she’ll get it for you.

Need help with applying a new bandage? She’s helping. Don’t worry about grossing her out, she’s seen worse.

At night, she holds you so gently. Her hand over the wound and her face buried in your shoulder.

As the wound heals and leaves behind a scar, she kisses it every time you point it out or make a comment about it.

“No, don’t say that, малыш.”

She thanks whatever god is out there that you didn’t die that day.

Yelena Belova:

When it happened it felt like her world slowed down. But now she was here, holding the bleeding wound with all of her strength she had left, yelling at the others to do something.

“Do not die on me. You do not get to die on me. I will kick your ass.” She hissed looking at you. Despite the threats, she was crying and focusing on how your clothes were staining with your own blood.

She snaps at the others more easily while you are in surgery. She’s terrified and she tends to snap under the pressure of being vulnerable.

When she is able to see you, the anger she had immediately washed away and she sits next to you watching as you sleep.

She’ll jokingly groan if you ask her to do something but she’ll do it. Don’t ask anybody else. 

Like Natasha, she holds you more gently when cuddled up together or sleeping.

Some nights she can’t sleep as the memories are too vivid and she’ll watch you sleep whispering to you.

“I was so scared, you know? Seeing all that blood. You are tough, малыш. Tougher than me.”

She’ll run her fingers or keep her hand over the scar after it heals up. If you say something negative about yourself or anything, she’ll kiss your cheek and softly whisper praises to you.

She has kicked Walker’s ass for saying something. He learned his lesson.

Wanda Maximoff:

Wanda was panicking when she saw your body hit the ground. Her magic fluctuates and it feels like she watched her world crumble.

When she realized you were hanging onto life, she ran as fast as she could to get to you. Her hands were shaking the whole time as she put pressure on the wound, sobbing. 

Her magic was fluctuating due to her own overwhelming emotions.

“No no, stay with me. Please, dorogoy. It is not your time just yet.”

Once you both were safe and you were in surgery, she was pacing as she waited for you.

When she was able to see you? She was sitting next to the bed, holding your hand and softly humming as she watched you sleep.

Once you are let out, she takes care of everything. 

Need your bandages changed? Consider it done.

Hungry? She helps you sit up in bed and carefully feeds you.

She will not let anyone slander you. Not even you. You cannot slander yourself or talk bad about your own scar.

Everytime she gives you this *look* and it shuts you down from spiraling.

“Dorogoy, I love you. Scars and all. Now hush, I will not have anyone bad mouthing you.”

Kate Bishop:

Kate is in survival mode. She’s hovering over you and trying to stop the bleeding.

She’s not saying much and she hates how much you cry from the pain. She’s replaying the scene in her mind.

“Just hold on for me, babe. I called for backup, okay?”

When you are in surgery, she’s sitting outside and zoning out. She’s letting the hours go by, she doesn’t remember when Clint appeared.

During recovery, Lucky is cuddled up to you carefully on one side and Kate on the other.

She grimaces when helping you change your bandages, she doesn’t mean to do so.

Will get your favorite takeout or treats to help the recovery go by quicker.

Doesn’t let you spiral when it comes to the scars it leaves behind. 

“No, no. Babe, stop. Your scars aren’t ugly, they just show that you aren’t willing to give up, yeah?”

At night, she traces the scar(s) and whispers how much she loves you.

Maria Hill:

All it took was a split second and the next thing she knew was that you were on the ground bleeding out.

All of her training went out of the window for a few seconds as she stared before rushing over. 

She’s quick to yell at a few agents to find the threat and get a medical team.

Her knuckles turned white as she watched your face contort in pain and turn pale.

“No, no, don’t focus on the pain. You’ll be fine, okay? Just hold on for me. You’re stronger than this.”

She doesn’t mean to be off-putting but she’s focused and scared.

When recovering, Maria stays with you the whole time.

She doesn’t say anything when helping with the bandages or cleaning the stitches.

She holds you more closely behind closed doors and lets her walls down.

Maria rarely cries, but that night after you were cleared. She cried. She thanked whoever would listen to her prayers and sobbed.

If you even try to do work before you were properly healed, she’s staring at you with *that* look.

“Stop, no baby, look at me. Your scars do not define you. You are stronger and I’m so glad you are here with me.”

If anyone brings you up in a bad light, recruit or not, they have Maria to deal with.

[scoutswritingcorner]

How They Would Mourn You

Marvel Ladies x GN!Reader

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop, and Maria Hill.

TW: Talks about death, angst, crying and grieving.

After a rough mission, the team comes back but there were no more smiles or that energy she loved. You were gone just like that. A stray bullet hit you straight in the heart and you were dead before your body hit the ground. The world dimmed significantly.

Natasha Romanoff:

She was there when it had happened, She saw how your body collapsed onto the floor. She felt the warmth leave your body and so did her own.

She’s silent, too silent. Her usual harmless glares are now not so harmless.

Your stuff is never touched, she’s scared that the last little bit of your warmth will leave her too.

She snaps much more easily. Kills a lot more.

Never forgave herself, she thinks she was the reason you had died,

She visits your grave every week. She talks to you and updates you on the team. By the end of the visit, she’s in tears begging you to come back to her.

Weeks after, she starts to incorporate your jewelry or little trinkets into her normal outfits as a way to remember you.

She moves around constantly now. She can’t force herself to stay in one place too long.

Sometimes stays up to talk to the stars as if she’s talking with you. 

You were always the brightest star in her life.

Yelena Belova:

Much like Natasha, Yelena gets angry. Angry at herself and angry at you for being reckless.

She snaps at everyone who brings you up.

Kills much more ruthlessly now. 

Once her anger passes, she shuts off completely around others.

She can’t even go into your shared room because it hurts too much, so she sleeps on the couch.

Once she makes herself go into the shared bedroom, that’s when she breaks. She cries and screams until her voice is hoarse and she passes out on the bed getting a full nights sleep.

She visits your grave and leaves your favorite flowers. She sometimes sits with you, not saying much but still enjoying being near you.

Wears that one leather jacket you constantly stole from her with pride. She keeps a little trinket or jewelry on her at all times. Secretly keeps a photo of you in her pocket.

When she has sleepless nights or rough missions, she closes her eyes and swears she can feel you in her arms. It might be her imagination but it helps her sleep much more easily.

Wanda Maximoff:

When she feels your life suddenly fizzle out, she screams and breaks down.

She doesn’t believe it at first, she thinks it’s a cruel cruel prank but when you don’t answer her..that’s when she knows she lost you for good.

She locks herself away from the others.

It takes her weeks to even talk to the others about anything related to you.

But that doesn’t mean she won’t visit your grave and talk to you. She still loves talking to you, even if you can’t answer.

She cries herself to sleep at night, holding onto your hoodie.

She won’t let anyone take your things away, she gets violent when they try.

She starts dreaming about you, how your touch felt, how you laughed and it filled the whole house.

Every few weeks, your grave gets your favorite flowers and is cleaned. She won’t let anyone or anything disrupt your eternal slumber.

You both will meet again, one day. She just knows it.

Kate Bishop:

Kate’s first reaction is to think it was a lie. You would get up anytime now and the blood pooling around your body wasn’t blood.

It takes her a few days to process everything, she thinks you’ll still come back at any moment.

It takes Clint sitting her down and actually talking her through everything after the funeral that she finally breaks.

She sobs into him and clings onto him, begging him to bring you back to her.

Lucky knew immediately, he sits at the front door and whines loudly. He never leaves Kate's side at night.

If you had contact with your family, she tells them and lets them take your stuff. But she keeps a few things.

She incorporates a few small things or your jacket into her outfits.

She talks to you when visiting your grave, tells you how Lucky and Clint are or anything she can think of.

She blames herself for not being quick enough to save you. For even dragging you on that mission.

She never forgives herself and she never will. You were her everything.

Maria Hill:

Maria knew instantly when she heard someone had died on the mission. She didn’t want to believe it but she knew, intuition she supposes,

No one said a word to her when they got confirmation that it was you that had indeed died. Not even Fury.

She was the one who handled the funeral. She was the one who contacted any family you had. She was the one who took the blame.

After the funeral, she became more engrossed in work. 

She cried days after when she was alone, or thought she was alone, she had finally lost her drive.

She became colder to new recruits and sharper in how she talked. Especially when they dared bad mouth you.

She rarely visits your grave after the first few weeks. She didn’t think she deserved to do such a thing.

Once she does, she sits there for hours not saying a word until she mutters the words, “I miss you.” and it was like the world felt lighter just for a second.

After that, she slows down at work. She’s still mean and cold but she slows down to appreciate life.

She keeps your things around the house, despite most of them going back to any family you had.

She kept the silly coffee mugs, the jewelry or trinkets, she keeps the pictures up.

She doesn’t forgive herself but she knows you’ll be there waiting for her. Whenever that times comes.

[scoutswritingcorner]

Reblog to give a trans person a fresh and perfectly ripe mango wait huh

It's the wikipedia image??? How big could it be

What

Huh???

[scoutswritingcorner]

Savior

Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader

TW: Alcohol consumption and gross men.

Trope: Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers.

A/N: This might be a lil ooc but I do not care. Natasha deserves the world.

The gala Tony was hosting seemed loud and almost suffocating, too many important people who had way too much money for their own egos. Your eyes scanned the room as you leaned against the bar patiently waiting for the bartender to hand over your own drink. You were glad Tony kept the bar open. You don’t think the champagne they had would give you that numbing buzz you were craving.

As the bartender handed your freshly made drink you quickly brought the glass to your lips and took a slow sip trying to savor the buzz and taste of the alcohol. It didn’t take long for some rich guy, probably someone trying to get on Tony’s list, to saunter over and lean against the bar next to you. His gaze never left you even as you continued to ignore him, god couldn’t he take the fucking hint already?

“I couldn’t help but notice you were alone, would you like some company?” He asked as he inched closer, clearly testing the waters. “No thanks.” You replied trying to be short, trying to let your body language dictate that you wanted to be alone. “Aw c’mon now, a cute thing like you shouldn’t be alone.” As the words fell from his lips you wanted to rip your own skin off at how gross you felt. His hand had inched closer and closer, too close to your waist but it never made contact as your savior had made themselves known. 

You looked over as Natasha got in between you and the man, her arm wrapping around your waist with ease. “Sorry about that, babe.” She said pulling you closer to her. You relaxed into her as a smile graced your lips, your eyes flickering over to the man who was doing a double take. You watched as the softness in Natasha’s eyes quickly disappeared as she finally acknowledged the man’s presence. “Can I help you?” Her voice was sharp, venom lacing her words as if she was ready to rip into the man who bothered you. “Yes well, we were talking,” The man corrected, brushing his hair back trying to keep his facade up. “It looked like you were harassing my partner,” She snapped back with a swiftness that you only ever saw a few times. To say she was pissed was an understatement. You and Natasha always got along, like you both were each other's missing puzzle piece, and over time she had gotten protective. Very protective to the point where she didn’t need to voice it to let everyone know that you were off limits. Why was it now that you had just noticed it?

“I-I wasn’t,” The man tried to cut in but the glare she gave him made the poor fool clear his throat and back up a respectful distance. “They told you they were fine alone. Back off.” You quickly leaned closer and rubbed the arm around your waist, the anger in her eyes had quickly disappeared and she responded with a gentle squeeze to your side. You focused your gaze on the man who had now tucked tail and rushed off deeper into the party.

“Kill the man, why don’t you?” You teased as you brought your drink back up to your lips as Natasha scoffed, “Please, that would just require extra work.” The smirk on her lips told a different story though, she loved the banter. Her eyes landed on you once more and you could see the difference in them, the softness that was always there as if you were her everything. She didn’t remove her arm from around your waist.

“Everyone’s gonna think we are together now.” You whispered out, placing the glass cup on the bar. Your eyes never leaving her own as a warmth spread through your face and your heart pounded in your chest watching as her smirk turned into a smile. “Is that a bad thing? To be mine?” She asked leaning closer to you, both of you in the small bubble of time.

“Do you want me to be yours?” You asked back, heart hammering away in your chest. Natasha took a second to respond, which felt like an hour at best but you knew it wasn’t. “I think you already know that answer.” She whispered back, her smile growing. You watched her and nodded, your own smile pulling at the corner of your lips as a soft laugh left you.

“Then..I want nothing more than to be yours, Natasha.”

[scoutswritingcorner]

Who Did This?

Yelena Belova x GN!Reader

A/N: I have yet to see Thunderbolts so don’t hate me, gang. I do plan on going to watch it but like Yelena has me acting up frfr.

TW:Talks of violence.

~~~~~~~~~~

The front door to your shared apartment closing was the only indication that Yelena had finally gotten home. You could hear her footsteps down the hallway and her voice calling for you yet the only thing that you focused on was your busted lip and bruising cheek. Shaky hands coming up to wash the blood away was your only focus, how long have you been standing there for?

Yelena called your name once more, she knew you were home. Your keys were hanging up and your shoes, haphazardly, had been kicked off near the entrance. Her footsteps echoed through the hallway and around the corner into your shared bedroom but she had stopped at the bathroom door, her eyes staring at yours through the mirror. It was silent, her expression was neutral but you knew better. You could see the unbridled anger in her eyes, the way her jaw tightened and how her shoulders squared ever so slightly.

“Yelena it’s oka-” You had started but she took two calculated steps towards you, closing the distance quickly. “Who did this to you?” Her accent was thick, venom lacing her tongue. She was ready to strike and you knew it was only a matter of time before she blew her anger on someone else or something else. 

Yet her hands, despite how they shook with the anger behind her gaze, were so gentle with you. It was as if you were glass to her. She would never put you down or make you feel insignificant, no..but this was different. She needed to be gentle with you for her own sake. Her thumb brushed against your bottom lip, wiping the blood away as she stared at the forming bruise on your cheek. “We need to ice the bruise, Любовь*” She whispered out as her gaze finally met your own. You know you looked pathetic with tears in your eyes but you didn’t expect to get punched while at work, you're just lucky your boss let you go home so early.

You could only nod as she led you back to the living room, tears cascading down your cheeks as the adrenaline had finally worn off. She was quick to get the ice pack and wrap a hand towel around it before gently holding it to your cheek, her other hand coming up to wipe the tears. The silence wasn’t as deafening anymore and you were thankful for that, even if it was just a little. Yelena still wasn’t out of her uniform yet and it made your heart clench, she was always tired after missions and you just had to let this happen.

  “Stop that,” Her voice cut in, stopping any thoughts that would drag you further down into your own feelings, “I’m taking care of you, that is much more important than worrying about my own sleep.” She finished as she pulled the ice pack away to check on your cheek. “But ‘Lena..you should be asleep, not worrying about me.” You tried to reason but she gave you a look. The same look she gives you when you were being too stubborn for your own good. She is just as stubborn and she knows you just as well. “I worry about you all the time. I’ll sleep when I’m done taking care of you.” Her tone left no more room for you to try and bargain with her.

She had carefully cleaned your busted lip as the quiet filled the room, her anger had calmed down enough to a simmer just underneath her relaxed facade but you knew it was still there, Yelena Belova held onto grudges like no other. Especially when they had harmed a single hair on your head. “Are you going to tell me who has hurt you?” Her question broke the silence like a gunshot in a silent forest.

“It happened at work..I just had a disagreement with someone and they took it too far.” You whispered out and she hummed in acknowledgement. The silence returned and stayed until you were cuddled into her arms almost asleep. Her fingers dragging up and down your back slowly as you both stayed on the couch, your eyes fluttering shut as the adrenaline gave way to exhaustion. “Was it Shannon? Bet it was Shannon.” Her voice was low but you could feel the rumble in her chest with every word.

Your silence was enough for her to huff and grumble, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head as you succumbed to sleep after hearing her last few words, “I’ll kill that bitch.”

(*Любовь = Love)

[scoutswritingcorner]

How are my sweetie pees

[scoutswritingcorner]

Marvel Women Dating Headcanons

Okay this turned into what's like dating the ladies but ya know same thing..I think. Kate's might be short because I've never written for her before.

TW:NONE

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Yelena Belova, Maria Hill and Kate Bishop.

GN READER

Natasha Romanoff:

Secret date nights where she takes you to different places that no one can easily get too. A rooftop to watch the stars in the sky where you end up falling asleep on her an hour in, a drive out into the countryside with you on the back of her bike, to the aquarium after normal visiting hours to watch your eyes light up, etc.

Stolen glances and small smiles, especially during busy moments or before meetings.

Secret kisses, last minute kisses, good luck and “I’m so glad you’re alive” kisses.

Training with you but ending up standing behind you “correcting” your posture.

Sleepless nights that end up with both of you in the kitchen baking and drinking wine while talking about nothing and everything.

She always without doubt or hesitation will give you her jacket, it keeps you warm as well as quenches that possessiveness in her.

She doesn’t like to gossip but she will happily listen to you gossip about your coworkers, she loves having to hear about someone she has never met and probably will never meet.

Gets you small trinkets from missions or places she visits without you.

Let’s you cuddle up to her anytime of the day, she secretly loves it when you get clingy but she won’t say that to your face.

Playful fights turn into a prank war. No one is safe.

Her lap is your seat. That is all

She watches you sleep when she can’t, just knowing you're beside her calms her anxiety.

Keeps weapons around the apartment in case of an emergency.

Always restocks your medicine or sets reminders throughout the day. To sticky notes on the doors or mirrors, a scheduled text message, alarms or she calls you to remind you take your medication.

Early mornings when both of you are awake but don’t feel like getting out of bed so you both just softly whisper to one another.

She always wakes up before you to make you a cup of coffee before you have to go to work or on a mission.

Wanda Maximoff:

Dates that involve staying home and cooking/baking dishes. It ends up with flour everywhere and both of you laughing.

Nights where you both sit on the couch or stay in bed watching her favorite sitcoms as you cuddle.

Dancing around listening to random music and laughing, stumbling over the coffee table.

Silly inside jokes that make you both end up laughing so hard.

Soft kisses and whispers that make your knees weak but your heart so full.

Nights where she has nightmares and it ends up with drinking tea with her in the kitchen.

Going out to hang with friends but ended up skipping because you both unanimously decided to go watch that new movie that came out.

Clothes shopping and mall adventures!

Matching outfits and jewelry that always makes everything pop out more.

Soft hugs and whispers when either one of you has had a bad day.

Always sends you a reminder text for anything or just a picture of something she saw and immediately thought of you.

The house or shared apartment is filled with warm memories and pictures as well as trinkets from adventures.

She takes so many photos of you that she has a camera roll just for those pictures. She always changes her phone lockscreen between those pictures. She can’t choose.

The house/apartment always smells like lavender and whatever perfume she wore that day.

Stolen sweaters and soft laughter echoing down the hallways.

Lipstick stains that are hard to remove but you don’t mind it.

Yelena Belova:

Late nights staring at the city from the tower and saying nothing to one another, but she’s close enough for you to hold onto her.

The smell of gunpowder and smoke lingering on her skin hours after a mission. The smell comforts you.

Late mornings where she doesn’t want to talk or be touched but she’s curled around you like you are her lifeline.

Date nights that include sneaking snacks into the movie theaters or sitting at a hole in the wall restaurant that’s opened hours after midnight.

She kisses you like she won’t be able to see you again, her hands always hold your sides or face. 

Yelling drunkenly at whatever show you both are watching and eating take out.

Bandaging her or each other up after a stressful mission, she’s silent the whole time but after she always cooks dinner as a silent way of saying ‘thank you’.

She has a hard time expressing a lot of things but she always does it in other ways.

Play fights all the time, it starts as her poking your side but ends up with both of you on the floor laughing like mad men.

Around others she’s cold and off putting but if you're near she’s always hovering and asking for your opinion on something.

Falling asleep on one another anywhere. 

She always has to keep a hand on you or be near you, she’s scared you’ll just disappear. She can’t lose you.

Smirking at you from across the room when you catch her eyes.

Inside jokes that make you laugh so much your ribs and sides start to hurt.

Teaches you how to shoot and stands behind you the whole time holding your hips

Surprises you with tickets to a concert/musical you always wanted to see and is wrapped around you the whole time.

Teaches you Russian phrases while baking at 4am, it doesn’t stick and you both make a new silly language that only you and her know.

Always will whisper “I love you” before a mission or when you’re asleep in her arms.

Maria Hill:

Dates usually are very formal and expensive due to the black tie events she goes to but the dates where it’s just you and her at home are her favorite. Soft music plays in the background as you cook or talk about anything and nothing.

She’s a workaholic at heart, but she always will answer your calls or texts. Her responses might be a little delayed because of said work but she always responds.

She always lets you sleep in but you know her schedule by heart so when she wakes up, you wake up to kiss her goodbye.

She’s not always the most physically affectionate person but she lets you cling to her.

Takes you out on the town every month or two as a way to show you off but to get time with you.

Training or going jogging with her becomes a ritual.

She rarely gets time off or to sleep in but on those rare days she can be found curled in bed with you sleeping in for a bit longer than usual.

She smells like coffee and a very faint perfume she wears at times or that one very specific office smell. No, I will not elaborate, I just know it.

Keeps her hand on the small of your back at every function you both attend.

Gets really possessive but it’s so subtle that you don’t notice at first until her hand moves to your waist.

Puppy dog eyes do not work on this woman, even if it’s you doing it. She will smirk and raise an eyebrow like she knows something you don’t.

Never raises her voice at you like she does with the new recruits, she’d feel horrible if she yelled at you.

Kate Bishop:

Date nights are filled with pizza, inside jokes as you watch whatever she puts on the tv or going out  to a bar or club.

She will awkwardly flirt with you anytime despite you already dating.

Bandaging her up and softly chastising her for being a bit reckless on a mission.

She kisses you so softly, like you were made of glass but it’s full of love either way.

Randomly up at all hours of the night to softly talk to Lucky about how perfect you are or making a sandwich, no inbetween.

Cuddling consists of her being the big spoon and nuzzling into the back of your neck or your back with Lucky laying over both of your guys legs.

In my mind she blasts Taylor Swift or Sabrina Carpenter all the time. She thinks she is being secretive but you know,

Will absolutely show off anytime you are around. It’s like clockwork. Clint is tired.

Drapes her jacket/flannel over you and kisses your cheek telling you to keep yourself warm.

Walking Lucky with her every morning and getting coffee on the way back home, 

She teaches you how to shoot her bow, you both end up laughing when you miss the shot.

Dancing in the kitchen and laughing at stupid inside jokes.

Brushing her hair every morning or before she has to go on a mission.

[scoutswritingcorner]

Marvel Women with an FTM S/O

A/n: Hihi, have some crumbs I'm alive and well, just doing the grind ya' know. Anyways back into my Marvel hype fixations and so here. Also I live in delusional land, let me believe all these Marvel ladies are alive and well, thank you. Also I did this because I wanted to and no one can stop me. Thank you. PS: Sorry if these seem out of character I tried 🤷‍♂️ and if you guys want more please let me know.

TW: Talks about violence, transphobia, and dysphoria. Nothing goes into detail.

Natasha Romanoff:

Natasha has always known in a sense. She never really understood what but she knew something was different about you.

When you tell her, she is immediately supportive and reminds you that no matter what you identify as she loved you all the same.

Immediately asks for your new name and pronouns. Will help you change your name, she’s got some debts that need to be repaid anyways.

She can and will rudely or passive aggressively correct someone. Unless you tell her not to.

Has punched someone for misgendering you on purpose and she will do it again.

Now, Natasha has a hard time saying how much she absolutely adores you. Which she does with her whole being but you’ll know from how much she does for you.

Soft hugs and kisses on the lips or cheek, words of encouragement, words of praise.

She doesn’t infantilize you at all, she knows you are more than capable of kicking ass as much as she is but she just wants to pamper you.

She still calls you “babe”, “baby”, “sweetheart”. But behind closed doors and in the dark of night she will call you, “baby boy”, “prince”, “sweet boy”, “handsome” etc.

If you wear a binder? She’s watching the hours. On a mission or at work? She’s immediately helping you take it off once at home/somewhere safe.

Top surgery? She’s your personal nurse until you get better. Don’t point it out cause she will stop.

Don’t get me started on the fact she’s either your personal trainer or she gets Steve to help.

Dysphoria? She’s getting big sweaters/hoodies she owns and letting you wear them. They smell like her and it helps you. Let her hold you during those times (if you can handle physical touch).

Wanda Maximoff:

When you first tell her she’s quiet at first. She’s letting you tell her and she’s trying to understand.

But once she fully understands? Oh boy, you are getting hugged and kissed all over. She’s so proud of you and happy that you trust her enough to let her know who you truly are.

She immediately does her research and asks what your new name is and what pronouns you use.

Also very protective of you, but she won’t punch someone outright like Natasha. No she will stare them down and be so passive aggressive it’s not funny.

She has had so many arguments with people over the fact they misgendered you.

Another one who pampers you to hell and back. 

Go clothes shopping with her, please. She’ll buy matching outfit sets with you.

Matching jewelry? Yes please.

If you’re wearing a binder, you best bet your bottom dollar that she is also watching the hours. She doesn’t want you hurt or injured.

Top surgery? She’s also your personal nurse.

Dysmorphia? She’s letting you stay in bed and she’ll happily cuddle you.

Calls you different pet names: “baby”, “babe”, “handsome”, etc

If you just started testosterone and you start to grow facial hair, please let her help you shave. She has such a calming voice and steady hands.

(Lowkey headcanon she’s watched Pietro shave/helped him shave if he got injured anyways-)

She will teach you if you don’t know how.

If Pietro is still alive she asks him about certain clothes or shaving products to help you.

Wife Material 👌

Yelena Belova:

I’m gonna hold your hand when I say this. She loves you to death and she will commit murder for you but she is gonna have to take a minute to understand this.

Not to say she doesn’t know or care but she just needs a minute to adjust.

She loves you dearly, even though she doesn’t say it much or show it around the others, but if this is who you are, then you are her boyfriend. End of story.

She has also punched and possibly killed people who have misgendered you. The jury is still out on the killing part.

She’s not big on PDA but in private she will be all over you from calling you petnames to soft kisses.

She will also personally train you to perfectly punch a transphobe or bigot in the face. (“Eyes, nose or throat.” She says)

She thinks you are the strongest and bravest person she’s met. To say who you are and not care what others think? She’s even more in love with you.

Petnames include, “Prince” (cause she always says your her “Prince in distress”), “Darling”, “Babe”, “медведь” (Bear), etc.

Feeling disphoric? Movie night while wearing comfy clothes and staying in bed. She’ll order your favorite food too.

Wearing a binder for too long? She’s on your ass and cussing you out (lovingly) in Russian. She’ll wait until you get somewhere comfortable to help you take it off but until then? She’s cussing you out. Once again, in a loving manner.

Got top surgery? She’s not gonna be your personal nurse but she will help if asked. Makes sure to remind you on important things and (secretly) keeps your snacks and drinks stocked up.

She also trains with you. She doesn’t go easy, but it’s because she knows your limit and doesn’t want you to think she is babying you. So she goes a little too hard. Just tell her to calm down and she will.

Maria Hill:

Maria is another one who also kinda knew. But she wasn’t going to say anything because that’s not her place.

When you finally tell her, she smiles at you. She’s happy you trusted her enough to tell her.

She immediately asks for your new name and updates everything in the SHIELD system. 

Does not play about you getting misgendered. Not that anyone in SHIELD who knew you would but the newer recruits were always somewhat ballsy and trying to get on her good side. 

When she finds out they are lucky they aren’t shot on the spot. Instead she yells and digs into them so much they are nothing but a crying mess. Even Fury didn’t step in.

She helps with training and makes sure your new uniform fits perfectly. 

Knows everything about if your wearing a binder. If you even say your chest hurts and it’s totally unrelated, she is making you take your binder off for a while. She will not take no for an answer.

If you get top surgery, she’ll get (take) a few days off every week while you heal to make sure your doing well and everything is stocked up.

She has shut down someone being openly transphobic to you before and she will do it again. She will be rude but professional about it.

Maria tends to work a lot, so on those bad dysphoric days she will most likely be at work but that doesn’t mean she won’t leave you alone. She will rush home if you call her. Fury has told her multiple times that she can go but this is Maria, workaholic to the bone.

If you want to stay in bed? She’ll stay with you and let you snuggle up to her all you want. She feels bad if she can’t rush home to reassure you.

For pet names, I feel she just uses “babe” or “dear” a lot. But in private moments or intimate moments she will call you, “handsome” or “her pretty boy”.

She’s not one for PDA or anything romantic in the front of her peers really but you’ve wormed your way into her heart so when she notices your particularly down or upset about something or just life in general, she call you over and let you hug her for however long you need just whispering a soft, “I got you, handsome.” in your ear.

[scoutswritingcorner]

Botany Help

Poison Ivy x GN!Reader

Platonic

TW:None? A/N: VERY PLATONIC. Ivy being a reluctant Aunt figure to the Reader because I said so. I don’t know anything about botany, don’t murder me. Kinda rushed.

Word Count: 5k

The day was long and the class was even longer, every minute that ticked by felt like an eternity. The information wasn’t sticking no matter what you tried and how hard you studied. A sigh ripped through your lips as you stared down at the textbook in front of you, your pencil tapping the pages softly in a rhythmic tune. You could ask your roommate to help you but then again, that would be another stressful all nighter. You rubbed your face, the stress finally turning into a throbbing headache. You were running out of options at this point; you could either keep trying and get by with bare minimum effort or..you could pay for another class. Which..you didn’t want to do nor did you have the money for it.

Class eventually came to a close and you packed everything up, dragging yourself back to your apartment. Your thoughts raced over the choices you had, exhaustion seeping into your bones as you sat down at your table, once again mulling over the book as you opened it to get to work on some of your homework. ~~~ Walking through the streets of Gotham at night was not the greatest idea you had in a while but you were on a mission. A stupid and dangerous mission but a mission nonetheless. The streets were darkened, only lit by street lamps and only a few brave souls, besides the criminals lurking, were able to walk the darkened streets of Gotham. The sounds of cars and the few people awake at this time soon disappeared and you were left alone with the rising anxiety, smog and occasional gunshots from the distance.

Clutching your backpack closer, you quickened your pace towards the old dilapidated greenhouse, vines and various plants breaking through the windows and slowly retaking the building itself. You hoped she’d be there if not, you..you don’t know what you’d do. You’re about to face one of Gotham’s most dangerous villains and now you’re thinking about what you’d do if she wasn’t there? Stopping at the front of the old chain link fence gate, old locks and signs decorating it, you took a deep breath. Whatever happens in there, you probably won’t make it out alive. You hoped she was in a..cooperative mood or at least wouldn’t kill you at first glance. The old fence rattled and shook as you climbed over it, your legs wobbling with each movement, the shitty old thing might give out under you any moment. With the grace of a deer on a hardwood floor, you fell from the top of the fence to the ground. The grass not cushioning your fall to the hard Earth below, knocking all the air out of your lungs and your backpack landing next to you with a soft ‘thud’. Summoning all your courage once more, you hoisted yourself up and grabbed your bag, making your way to the old greenhouse. Footsteps light and cautious, making sure not to step onto any flowers or flora around, you make your way closer to the greenhouse. Peering inside all you see is darkness and a forest of green. Swallowing any last minute anxieties, you make your way inside stepping over large vines and roots, glancing at the flora around. Venus flytraps, pitcher plants, and many more you couldn’t see surrounded the forgotten area. The air was eerily still and you couldn’t hear much of the outside world as you made your way deeper into the plant cluttered greenhouse.

A shiver ran down your spine as something moved across your leg, there couldn’t be a snake in here could there? Oh god, please don’t let a snake be on your feet. As you looked down, all you saw was a darkened and giant shape moving across your feet causing your heart to drop. That was one huge fucking snake. In a matter of seconds, you were dropped to the floor with a loud thud dropping the bag full of your textbooks and paperwork. You let out a loud groan, slowly opening your eyes to find yourself now hanging upside down the floor looking so far away. “Well, look at what the cat dragged in.” A purr echoed through the old greenhouse. An alluring voice, like a siren’s song to a desperate sailor, it had soothed a part of you yet set off warning bells in the other. You were way in over your head, she could- no she would kill you. “Now what do I owe the displeasure of a rat sneaking in my garden?” The voice was clearer but instead of that alluring voice, the last syllable had turned into a sneer. A random person in Poison Ivy’s grasp was never a good thing. You stayed quiet as your eyes focused on her face, the hatred in her eyes and the sneer in her lips. She truly wasn’t wanting to play cat and mouse, you better cut to the chase. “Botany help!” You finally choked out, pointing to the long forgotten bag on the ground. “Botany help?” She repeated the anger now fully disappeared into a bewildered expression. You, a lowly and stupid college student, decided to chase her down to ask for help? She lifted a hand to her face and rubbed her eyebrows, she could feel a headache forming already and you’ve been here for what? Less than ten minutes. “I don’t hand out freebies, kid.” She replied, her voice back to the alluring tone. As she watched you struggle, your face became redder by the second as the blood rushed to your head. Yet, you had piqued her curiosity. She couldn’t deny that. With a flick of her wrist, you were set on the ground. Still not free yet not hanging by your legs. “Listen, I just need help understanding. I’m close to failing this class but if you help me, I’ll leave you alone and I won’t rat you out to the Bat!” You pleaded, grabbing your bag. Your hands quickly unzipped the flimsy fabric, pulling out the half hearted attempt at the notes you were able to take during class. 

Ivy had half a mind to turn you away with nothing but a few broken ribs but when she saw the notes, she sighed heavily. These were all wrong and what were they teaching in those classes? How to kill her children? ~~~ That’s how she found herself sitting at a table with you as you scribbled down notes and actually did the homework with some sort of knowledge. You would occasionally stop her ramblings to either ask her to slow down or re-explain something in simpler terms. You weren’t a doctor or nor did you have the level of knowledge to understand what half those words meant. So you weren’t gonna even try to figure it out. But with a reluctance a very rich aunt would have, she’d cave and do as you asked. This was how she found herself very fond and protective of this college student. Albeit you were a little..out of your mind for tracking her down, she would help you in return for your silence.

..At least you weren’t as hyper as Harley.

[scoutswritingcorner]

Glad to see you back!, hope you're doing well ❤️‍🩹

Ahh! Thank you anon! I'm glad to be back and I'm doing well! Hope you are doing well also!

[scoutswritingcorner]

Long Time-

Hello Guys, Gals and Nonbinary Pals! Sorry for...disappearing for a long ass time. I'm slowly getting back into writing. BUT- I'll be writing for DC now! Mostly Batman characters, most importantly..the ladies from the rouges gallery. I love me some Poison Ivy..ANYWAYS- That doesn't mean I'll stop writing for Hazbin. On the contrary, I will still be writing for all the wonderful characters but it will take the backseat for a bit at least. I got hella burned out on it for a while so, you can most definitely send in Requests for our fav Hazbin/Helluva characters. Just expanding my horizons. ALSO HAPPY SPOOPY MONTH!!!!

[scoutswritingcorner]

Hope your doing well ♡♡

Hope your doing well <3 <3

I'm doing fine.

(thats me to you btw <3)

[scoutswritingcorner]

Heyyy not a request, but Val simp anon is back to check in on you and see how you’re doing <3

Hello Anon!

I'm doing okay, I know I haven't been writing much lately but I'm doing fine! Hope your doing well, my friend!!

[scoutswritingcorner]

Do you talk to Kuro still? They haven't posted anything. And you haven't spoken about them? Like making asks to them like you two used to. Is everything alright?

Ah yes! I do still talk to Kuro! We just talk on a different platform is all!

[scoutswritingcorner]

can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying