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Master Post! <3

(Most of my writings are targeted toward wlw/nmlnm with gender-neutral pronouns!)

✩ MEANS NEW | ☾ MEANS FLUFF |⋇ MEANS ANGST | SLASH MEANS COMING SOON | NOT TAKING REQUESTS 𑣲⋆ .ᐟ

(💌 This list is in alphabetical order ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა 💌) ᝰ.ᐟ

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AVATAR: THE LAST AIR BENDER ﹏﹏

→ Katara

☾ Season’s Chances

→ Mai ☾ Flushed Cheeks

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AVENGERS ﹏﹏

→ Natasha Romanov ☾ Learn To Take A Break  PT. 1 | PT. 2 | PT. 3

☾ Blankets & Brunch ☾ Switched Roles

→ Kate Bishop: ☾ I Don't Want To Be Your Friend(I Wanna Kiss Your Lips) ✩

→ Valkryie:

→ Carol Danvers:

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AVENGERS: THUNDERBOLTS ﹏﹏

→ Ava Starr: ⋇☾ I Want It (You Know I Can't) ✩ PT. 1 | PT. 2 | PT. 3

→ Yelena Belova:

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HAIKYUU! ﹏﹏

→ Kiyoko ☾ Fruit Loops

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HORIZON: ZERO DAWN ﹏﹏

→ Aloy ☾ Cool Off ☾ Two Peas In A Pod(Sibling!Reader) ☾ Face Paint ﹏﹏

K-POP DEMON HUNTERS ﹏﹏

→ Rumi:

→ Mira:

→ Zoey: ☾ Best Friend!Zoey Headcanons

→ Polytrix: ☾ A Return To Normalcy: Friday Night Hangouts (NOT xreader)

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LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: ARCANE ﹏﹏

→ Jinx ☾ “You’re Mine Now” ☾ Someone Better ☾ Wrapped around a Pinky Finger ☾ Arcane Ladies W/ A Touch-Starved Reader Headcanons ☾ "I Got You." | Arcane Ladies Headcanons

→ Vi ☾ Random Headcanons (Lesbian Week Special)  ☾ Class Is In Session ☾ Arcane Ladies W/ A Touch-Starved Reader Headcanons ☾"I Got You." | Arcane Ladies Headcanons

→ Caitlyn ☾ When Rains Falls On Your Window, I’ll Be There ☾ Random Headcanons (Lesbian Week Special)  ☾ Arcane Ladies W/ A Touch-Starved Reader Headcanons ☾ "I Got You." | Arcane Ladies Headcanons

→ Mel ☾ Arcane Ladies W/ A Touch-Starved Reader Headcanons ☾ "I Got You." | Arcane Ladies Headcanons

→ Sevika ☾ Arcane Ladies W/ A Touch-Starved Reader Headcanons ☾ "I Got You." | Arcane Ladies Headcanons

→ CaitVi/Reader (Click for the whole page!)

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LEGEND OF KORRA ﹏﹏

→ Korra ☾ Freezing ☾ Nails ☾ Ways Of The Wind ☾  Water Is Hard As Concrete ☾  Childhood Best Friends ☾ Don’t Mess With The Avatar  ☾ “You Were Her Rock And She Was Yours.”  ☾ Dating The Avatar ☾ Jealous Thing ☾  Kiss It Better ☾ Fire Comes From Within PT. 1 | PT. 2

☾ Shy Until You're Not → KorrAsami ☾ Jealous or Attracted? PT. 1 | PT. 2 | PT. 3 ✩

☾ The Green-Eyed and Blue-Eyed Monsters

→ Lin ☾ Trouble

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RAYA AND THE LAST DRAGON ﹏﹏

→ Raya ☾ Unforgiving Elements ☾ When I Looked Into Your Eyes, I Saw Stars For The First Time

→ Namaari ☾ Stars | Galaxy (Stars PT.2)

SHE-RA ﹏﹏

→ Adora ☾ Arm Wrestling  ☾ The Guide to Confidence (You Must Have a Guitar)

→ Perfuma ⋇ Yoga and Meditation

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STRANGER THINGS ﹏﹏

→ Robin ☾ “Okay, I Guess She’s Cute” ☾ Random Headcanons (Lesbian Week Special) 

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THE LAST OF US ﹏﹏

→ Ellie

☾ We Fell In Love In October ☾ Warm Even When It’s Cold ☾ Random Headcanons(Lesbian Week Special) ☾“Dude, Chill Out.” (Sibling!Reader)  ☾ Innermost Thoughts (Blurb)

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Attracted from the Start | KorrAsami x Reader

(Part One | Part Two)

➜ PLOT: Bolin's words cut through to your stubbornness. You were kidding yourself, using Airbending practices—an excuse to avoid doing the emotional and confrontational work needed to progress with life. So, you reassess. You get down to business, and this time, you don't forget about the girls who've been there with you since the beginning.

➜ WARNINGS: No Use of Y/n, Unique Nicknames Used For Reader, Confessions, Bolin Was Right, Finale, Barely Proofread, 3,000+ Words

⊱ ─── [ Enjoy! ] ─── ⊰

You might've promised Bolin you were going to confront your own feelings and express them, but you never said when or how long it was going to take you to do so.

Since that dinner, you eased yourself into getting refamiliar with the Krew again. You still dedicated a lot of your time training with Tenzin, but you took some hours off to go out to eat with them and sometimes took a few days off to help them with avatar stuff.

Korra and Asami were right. You were a part of Team Avatar, it didn't make sense to bail on them when you made a prior commitment to them and blow them off to do training that was supposed to make you a better member of the team.

You also took mediation more seriously.

You didn't ignore the prompts given by the leader and you didn't refuse to let yourself open up emotionally.

When the harder feelings arose during the exercises, you let them. If tears formed at the corners of your eyes, you let them stroll down your cheeks. If you felt like you had to take a bigger breath than normal, you did so. You jotted down your emotions in a journal, as susggested by both Tenzin and a few other folks in your meditation class, and found that expressing your emotions on paper was an easier way to release them from your body as opposed to talking them out.

With your newfound way to express your emotions, it was easier to practice the airbending techniques. Your arms moved similarly to a monks, the actions constantly flowing and easygoing like watching water effortlessly fall from a fountain. With your improvement, Tenzin often compliment and tell you over and over how you should’ve been an airbender, how the spirits were laughing when deciding who would or wouldn’t be an airbender after Korra opened up the spirit world.

His compliments filled you up with warmth and gratitude, replacing some of the uglier emotions like anger and jealousy that once was there.

That tightening feeling in your chest, the forming ball of hot anger that would rise when you watched Korra and Asami engage with each other was no longer there. You wanted to experience some of that, holding their hands and kissing their cheeks, but you knew that wasn’t in the cards for you. You’ve accepted. You’ve learned to adapt and now you’re moving on. Well, trying to anyway.

Because you were freer with them and made the effort to hang out with just them more, Bolin fell under the impression that you confessed and were finally dating them. Yay! You, however, were oblivious to his ways of thinking until he took you out one night to celebrate your emotional and spiritual recovery.

"Let me just say, you are glowing, Ripper," Bolin laughed into his straw, his ice clinking against the glass as he raised it for a toast. "To a healthier, happier, two-girlfriend-having you!"

You clinked your glass with his, sharing more laughs. "Thanks, Bolin, but I don't have any girlfriends."

"What?" the boy pouted through a sip, "but I thought you confessed. I thought that's why you three are all cute and couple-ly now!"

"Nope." You took a bite out of a pink frosted treat. It was round, the color of it smiliar to an almond cake, and its texture was a crunchy coating on the outside but a perfectly crumbly and soft inside. "We're just friends but I'm okay with that now."

"Oh," frowned Bolin. "Did they reject you?"

"No."

"Not want a third in their relationship?"

"Isn't that the same as rejecting?"

"Well, excuse me for trying to find out why you're not dating the two girls you've been crushing on for ages now!" Bolin threw his arms up in defeat. His wide chest heaved with radical confusion.

A few customers in the cafe glanced at you two. Most confused by his outburst and others disgusted by his sheer volume.

You hid the side of your face from onlookers and glared at Bolin. "Please. Say that a little louder," you gritted.

With a pout still on his face, Bolin apologized as he took another sip from his glass. "Wait, but, I still don't get it. If you weren't rejected, why aren't you dating?" He gasped dramatically before you could continue. "You fell out of love with them. Oh, man!" he whined, setting his glass so hard on the table that it hit the surface with a deep thump. "I was really hoping to see you guys act all cute and couple-ly soon. Watch you hold hands."

"You were gonna watch us hold hands?" you snickered. "That's a bit strange, Bolin."

"Not like, watch watch," he laughed, "but look over randomly as you three and see you holding hands or clinging onto each other during scary movers. That's what I mean."

"Well, that's very sweet but I didn't fall out of love with them."

"Huh?"

You took a sigh and a sip from your glass, the fresh tea soothed the scratchiness behind your throat and coated your nerves with a refreshing fruity ease. "I still like them. I just haven't confessed."

"What? But you should!" He slapped his palms on the table and urged forward. "You have to! You guys would be the greatest couple after Opal and I! You guys would look so cute together. You've liked them for so long!"

"Yeah, Bolin," you pushed him back with the butt of your palm to his forehead, "I know. But where we are right now with all the Avatar stuff and our personal lives, I just see my confession as something that's not a priority."

"But you could lose your chance," he dramatically wailed.

You laughed. "That's insinuating I ever had one."

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Another week's past since your and Bolin's outing. Since then, every time you would interact with Korra and Asami, personally or within the group(it didn't matter), Bolin would make sad puppy-dog eyes at you and protrude his bottom lip.

It wasn't annoying but it defiately a challenge to stop him from making the face so the two wouldn't notice and ask what was up.

There had been a few close calls. One when Mako was giving a boring debriefing, another when you five shared blimp ride and were reminisincing about earlier times, and then this time, where you had to swat at Bolin for him to finally get the hint to stop making the face.

"Ow, stop-stop it!" he complained from your side, pushing at your fast swatting hands.

"You stop it," you scolded. "Quit making that face like it's going to change anything."

"Uh, guys?" Asami called out from the makeshift circle you stood in. "Everything good?"

You two pulled yourselved off each other, retracting like the same sides of magnets being forced together. "Yeah, everything's great." You smiled brightly at Asami, which she returned.

"You sure?" Korra chuckled. "Because you guys have been doing that a lot lately. Secret glances from Bolin, scowls from you, and now the swatting--"

"--which isn't exactly new!" claimed Bolin. "I have the brusies to prove it."

You went to punch Bolin in the arm, but a mysterious gust of wind pushed your hand aside before it could make contact with his arm.

"Yeah, actually, I've been noticing that too. Is everything okay between you two?" Asami asked.

You shrugged. Another whoosh of wind swept past your ear, the air tickling your skin and whistling as it sped by. You shot Korra a suspicious glance and the airbender in question only grinned at you innocently.

"Yeah, everything's fine!" Bolin's arm wildly swung around your shoulders, pulling you into his wider frame and engulfing you with whatever cologne those movers bought him. The stench was laced with wood and something that tried to be a mix of wet forest and, well, just something that was wet. Damp, even. It wasn't the best smell that ever passed your nostrils but Bolin liked it so you didn't say anything about it.

Korra and Asami shared a sideways glance, matching eyebrows perked on the left sides of their faces. You and Bolin, mostly you, forced an innocent smile on your faces while they assessed whether or not they believed you two.

They didn't, but they'll chat with you later.

"Can we please get a move on?" grumbled Mako as he dragged his hand down his face. "We barely have enough time to sit around here and talk, let alone conspire whether or not they and Bolin have a huge, definitely ‘well-hidden’ secret up their sleeves."

You and Bolin shared an offended gasp, which Mako ignored, and Korra nodded in agreement. "Right. Let's get back on track, shall we?"

After your brief Team Avatar meeting, thanks to Mako and his important duties to Prince Wu, you gathered your things and left. Even though you were getting better at having a personal life outside of work, you still kept some aspects that intertwined your work life with your social life. For example. Once meetings were done, you would return to your previous duties or went to attend more airbending classes. You only hung out with Team Avatar after long missions, meeetings that bled into dinner time, or the rare occasion where you had the day off. It was easier for you that way.

Keeping them close but still an arm’s distance away helped keep your feelings in check. It helped you remember that you’re supposed to get over Korra and Asami, not wanting to cling onto them or spend every extra hour you could with them.

"Hey, wait up!" Korra called from across the hall. The heels clacking from behind you let you know that she wasn't alone.

You turned over your shoulder to smile at them, the two of them catching up to you fast. "Hey. Everything okay? Did we forget to talk about a certain point or?"

"No, nothing like that," Asami assured. "We've just noticed something was different today. Well, things have been different, a lot different, since that night. We're glad to have you back as a stable part of the team and we all see your growth but, we couldn't help but still miss you."

Your brows knitted together in confusion. "Miss me? What do you mean? I'm still here. I'm back, just like you said."

"Yes," she let out a chuckle that seemed more tense than she let on, "you are. But we mean in a closer sense. You're here and you're with us but it still feels like there's a wedge between us. Liking you're holding something back."

Your brows continued to push toward the center of your brow bone. Korra, sensing your confusion by the twist of your lips, spoke up with a tiny snicker. "What she means to say is that we miss you, Sharp Shooter." She swiped her fist against your shoulder. "As a friend. Not just a teammate."

"Oh, well, if you want, we can go to dinner after I finish up some paperwork? Let's plan for something later during the week, too."

"What about our impromptu hangouts?" Korra suggested with an easygoing smile. "We miss the times when you would barge into a room and make your presence known. Or times us three would sneak out midday to go eat."

"Not that I ever endorsed that," Asami piped up with an accusatory finger. Korra rolled her eyes and pushed her shoulder with her own, smile still spread across her lips.

"And yet you always seemed the most relaxed."

Asami laughed, the sweet sound releasing into the air, reminding you of shared pink lemonades and treats you picked up on the way to your picnic spot.

You have missed them. The dull ache in your chest was proof. You missed the hangouts, the sleepovers, the secrets you three would share underneath the midnight moon, but that was before Korra and Asami got together. Before seeing them share cookies made you queasy, and falling into the shadows made you feel safer. And that was before the disastrous dinner of Bolin calling you out on your feelings.

"Yeah... I've been distant. Not as much as before, but still not enough to be where we were," a soft chuckle left your lips, "Honest, the whole distant thing was because I was getting over a crush I had on the two of you."

Korra and Asami shared a glance, their expressions unreadable as they soaked up the information you dropped on them like a grenade, before their eyes lit up.

Korra was the first to speak. "You have a crush on us?" Her eyes grew more excited with each passing second, her aggressive lip-bite doing nothing to reel the buzzing feeling in.

"Had," you corrected. "I had a crush on you."

"Oh." Korra's face fell. With her eyes no longer sparkling, she turned to Asami, whose face was now scrunched with confusion—no, curiosity— No... calculation?

"You don't have one on us now?" she reiterated.

You shook your head and adjusted the heavy bag on your shoulders. "No. Not really."

"I don't believe you."

"Asami." Korra hit her with the back of her hand.

"I don't believe you. If you don't have a crush on us, then why does Bolin always make those faces around us? You're constantly giving him glares and fighting with him about something you can't seem to tell us." She kept her tone cool, piecing more bits of the puzzle as she spoke. "You're doing all of that for 'nothing'? A crush that doesn't exist anymore? Yeah, sorry,"—she didn't really mean it—"but I don't believe you."

You could try all you wanted. Give Asami all the excuses in the book, ones you thought of in dreams, and simply lie your way out of this but you knew better than that. You knew no matter what you told Asami, she would sniff out your lies and you would dig yourself a deeper hole.

You let out a defeated sigh. "Okay, so, maybe it's still a little bit there, but I swear, it's tiny." You waved your hands in defense. "That's why I'm still a bit distant. I don't want to mix my personal life with my work life so that means, I need to get over these feelings. I hope you guys—"

"—Don't get over it."

"What?"

"Asami..." Korra dragged out her name in a warning tone. "What are you doing? You're handling this like I would," she whispered.

Tilting her chin down at Korra, Asami spoke out the side of her mouth. "Maybe that's what this situation needs. I'm tired of beating around the bush and waiting for something to happen." What else was she supposed to do when the second person she loved was telling her they were trying to get over her? Get over her and her girlfriend, who only talked about them late at night?

She had to at least try something.

"We want to be a part of your personal life," Asami continued, "Even during that weird time we thought you didn't like us anymore. We still love you, as a person and your company, and now, you're trying to take that away from us? Just because you have a crush?" Asami grabbed your hands, her thumbs rubbing over your knuckles. "Who cares about that? It's not going to make anything worse because," an embarrassed laugh rippled out of her, pulling one of her hands from yours to grab Korra's, "Korra and I have a crush on you too."

The crushing weight on your shoulders from your bag didn't matter anymore. It didn't feel like it was there at all because how could you be weighed down when you feel like flying and gliding across the sky whilst dancing on a rainbow?

Korra took your stunned silence as a chance for her to speak. "Yeah, I know. Crazy," she snickered. "We're obviously better at hiding it than you are, and I'm definitely getting better at ignoring random impulses, unlike Asami..."

"...Oh, come on," she laughed at her girlfriend. "This is a one-time thing. Everything else will be further thought out from now on."

Korra gave her an assuring pat on her shoulder. "Sure, babe."

Your slackened jaw turned into a smile as you laughed at their exchange. That fuzzy feeling that consumed your body didn't leave, but redirected itself to your hands with tingles as Korra grabbed one of yours.

The three of you stood in a circle around each other with smiles spread so wide across your faces that it would leave any passerby feeling uncanny. "There's no war in Ba Sing Se" would be the phrase someone would use to describe your overly giddy smiles.

"So," chimed Korra, giving your and Asami's hands a squeeze. "How about taking a rain check on that paperwork, and we all go out to eat? As a date. If that's okay with you?"

"Sure," you beamed at them. "I'm sure I can spare one night of not doing work."

"Oh, goodie. We're spared." Korra took the bag off your shoulder and slung it across her own, her snark not going unnoticed by you. "How grateful are we."

"Oh, shut up," you laughed. The three of you resumed your walk down the hallway. "And I can carry my own bag. Give it here."

"Absolutely not." She swung the bag and her arm, which Asami swiftly dodged, away from your grabby hand. "It was killing me watching you carry it. This thing is almost double your size. What are you doing carrying it?"

You gave a lienant shrug as you still reached for the bag. "I don't know. I was going home from a meeting when these two girls asked me out. That ring a bell?"

"Plenty," she scoffed. "But our first order as a couple is giving you a bag better for your workload."

"Oh!" Asami beamed, a proud gleam shone across her features. "I could design one. One with many pockets, durable vegan leather with a deluxe shine that combats and repels moisture and oils. We could even get your initials engraved or embossed in the fabric for an extra personal touch."

"Who said we were already a couple?" you teased. Your lips grew into a grin as Asami and Korra's faces scrunched and curled. "I don't remember being asked, and this is only our first date. Do you think I'm someone who doesn't like to be wooed?"

With a "gentle" flick to your ear, Korra snorted. "Touché, Sharp Shooter. We'll woo you first and then ask you to be our partner, but either way, you're getting a new bag."

Satisfied, you three loaded into one of the docked boats off the coast of the island. "Sure. That sounds like a plan to me."

"Good," sighed Asami as she began to prepare the boat for departure. "Because we weren't going to take no for an answer."

Now settled against the cushy backings of the seats, you draped your arms over the tops of them while Korra and Asami began the departure for your personal boat.

It wasn't easy getting here, and it took a lot of emotional growth to, but you finally figured out the answer to the question that hung over your head for years now.

Korra and Asami, were you jealous or attracted to them?

Attracted. You were, without a doubt, attracted to both of them, and luckily, they were attracted to you too.

FIN | WC: 3,246

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Growing Steady | Ava Starr x Reader

(One. Two. Three.)

➜ PLOT: Not being able to sleep, Ava finds Bob in the pantry for whatever reason. Peaches are eaten, feelings are shared, and Ava learns that it's about time she stopped running and started addressing her feelings for you head-on.

➜ WARNINGS: Not Proofread, No Use of Y/n, Cursing, 3 AM Talks, Bob and Ava Talk... A Lot, Reader Mentioned

⊱ ─── [ Enjoy! ] ─── ⊰

This was getting ridiculous. Bob couldn't stand it.

The stolen glances from you and Ava, her purposefully avoiding you, and putting a scowl on her face when you were paired together for assignments—missions—just to show you that she was annoyed.

She wasn't annoyed. She never was, and in fact, when you were paired together, her fragile and barely stitched back together heart skipped in excitement.

She could hide it all she wanted, but Bob saw through her acts. Bob saw the hidden smirks she did when you did something she liked, she saw how she would put a protective hand behind your back when everyone checked up on each other after being tossed around like ragdolls.

Bob saw that she cared, and to him, she did a pathetic job at hiding it.

Bob didn't mean to spill his thoughts about this to Yelena—it just happened.

They were having their weekly emotional debriefing about whatever stressed them out that week or how their mental state was when he spilled the beans.

"Yeah, and it felt suffocating, y'know?" he confessed to Yelena in the dimly lit corner of his room. "Like I was putting on a face to conceal my happiness like Ava does with—" he cut himself off, but Bob was too late. Yelena was already grinning with her arms wrapped around her knees.

"No, no," the Russian woman's grin only grew, "continue. Continue with what you were saying."

Lips pressed tight, Bob rapidly shook his head and pushed himself from the ground. He wasn't going to hear the end of this, not from Yelena and definitely not from Ava if she ever found out.

So, the following morning, Bob made Yelena swear not to relay what he almost told. Well, "made" as in profusely begging and offering to do something for Yelena in exchange for keeping her mouth shut.

She was going to regardless, already aware of the oogly eyes Ava and you make at each other, but getting Bob to do some extra things for her in the meantime never hurt.

And that's how Bob found himself organizing all different kinds of hot sauce and sugary cereals in the New Avengerz pantry at three AM. Prime time.

"What in the world are you doing?" questioned Ava, phasing out of the wall just beside the pantry. Bob yelped, almost losing his balance on the step ladder in the process. Ava shushed him.

With his balance regained, Bob moved to catch her gaze. "Wh-What does it look like I'm doing?" the startled boy gestured to the shelves of food. "I'm organizing."

Ava sighed and pulled a jar of peaches from beside him, reaching around his legs. Bob scolded her for almost making him lose his balance again but she ignored him and opened the jar. "No, shit, Robert. I meant why are you doing this at 3 am? You got another exisential crisis?"

Bob scoffed as Ava grabbed a plastic utensil. "No." Bob fiddled with the box of cereal in his hand, his eyes suddenly finding interest in the colorful bubble letters of the title. "I reserve those for Wednesdays."

"Healthy," she commented with a snort, taking a bite of the peach she stabbed with her fork.

"Yeah," he scoffed, "just like that peach you're eating."

Ava glanced down at the glass jar held protectively under her arm. The syrup of the peaches was thick and sweet, laced with both natural sugars from the fruit and artificial sugars from the preserving liquid. Biting into the peach was like biting into an oversized, soft piece of candy that gushed out its flavor with each bite. "Touche."

Bob took pride in her comment, an invisible point added to his scoreboard with a chuckle. "Thanks. Why are you up? Adding sugar to your already anxiety-ridden diet."

A sigh only to be described as deep, overwhelming, and probably residing deep within Ava's body poured out of her. With a blink, Bob found her slumped against the only bare wall in the pantry with her peaches still under her possession. "You're one to talk."

He shrugged. "Maybe. You seem like you're one who needs to talk, though. You know, if you want. I'm not gonna push you or anything. That's rude and totally against my character." He gave a lighthearted and awkward chuckle, but her smile resumed as it had been before: nonexistent.

And so, Bob returned to his chore of organizing and alphabetizing. Not that he needed to alphabetize, he just wanted to. Why not?

Ava remained on the floor, occasionally munching on her peach. If he were anyone else, Ava would've left the pantry altogether once she saw someone was inside, but that someone was Bob. Someone who often sat in her company with you in the common room.

She watched Bob work diligently in silence, well, besides the occasional and totally embarrassing slurp of her peach. Despite her chews and eased sighs, he continued working and rearranging the cereal by height and thickness. Then watched as he moved the same type of hot sauce bottles over and over.

Because they were all the same brand, they were all the same size. She easily assumed he was organizing by their "sell-by" date. Otherwise, what was the point of organizing something and its twin?

Ava groaned to herself. Was she really conspiring about his organizing methods?

She should leave. Let him continue to work while she moved to eat her peach in her room, where she didn't have to worry about looking like a toddler with peach syrup dripping down the sides of her mouth, but for some reason, she didn't care. She didn't have that fleeting feeling in her chest.

Bob climbed down the ladder, a short but satisfied smile on his face. He gave Ava another glance, acknowledging her presence as he folded up the stepladder and put it in its spot. And right before he left the pantry, she called out to him.

He whipped around at the sound of his name, his expression clear of his previously eased smile and replaced with something more attentive, something that said he was still holding onto a tether even after she told him to let go.

"I couldn't sleep."

Bob nodded, his fingers tapping on the doorframe. "Yeah, I figured. Sorry, was it me? Was it my pantry digging?"

She blew breath past her sticky lips, avoiding his gaze and instead taking notice of the cut of her sweats. "Partly." She could hear the deflation of his shoulders. "No," she added swiftly. "No, actually. Not at all."

"Oh." Bob peered closer to her, his steps barely making a sound on the floor. He didn't want their closer proximity to scare her off. Bob learned you had to treat Ava like a wild bear. Well, really, anyone on the team like a bear.

They shouldn't really be approached, but if you do, your steps should be quiet and calculated. If you want to know more of the bear, you shouldn't ask probing questions right away. You need to approach questions creatively and skip around, flat-out asking. You need to make them answer a question they didn't know they were answering.

Or, if your bear was smarter than average, and let's be honest, they all were, you needed to let the bear confess first. Give them the platform and space to be vulnerable.

The silence from Bob told Ava she should continue. Even though that voice in her head said she should do anything but. "I have insomnia, shocker. But I couldn't sleep, and I heard someone in the pantry, so I wanted to see who it was. I was hoping it was you."

"Yeah?" Bob was sat across from her now, legs stretched in front of him. "Any particular reason?"

A sideways glare from Ava typically meant "shut up", "you're stupid", or that you were crossing a line, depending on the context, but this glare? This glare was saying, "you know me too well and as much as I don't want to admit it, I'm glad you do." That's what Bob got anyway.

"You know, it won't kill you if you actually liked our company. If you found even the slightest bit of comfort from us," Bob teased with a gentle smile. Her glare didn't break but he could see the twinkle in her eye she wasn't trying to hide. "Even admitting that wouldn't send a lightning bolt down from Zeus himself to strike you."

A sigh escaped her lips but it wasn't as heavy as her previous. There was a hint of playfulness, Bob could feel it and see it in the corner of her mouth, tilting her head back to hide a smile.

"Look," he scooted forward so their bodies were parallel with each other. "My name is Bob, and I like your company, Ava." She snickered in response.

"I'm not admitting that."

"You don't have to but as you can see," he spread his arms out with a proud smile. "I said it and I didn't die." Ava used her foot to push at his arm, stifling her laughter but failing to do so. "See?" Bob pointed at her smile. "It's okay to let yourself smile, Ava."

She guessed it was technically to smile now. Things are getting better despite how much she hates the new attention she gets as a superheroine. She didn't even feel like she could call herself that yet. She wasn't doing anything that wasn't assigned to her.

She wasn't extraordinary. She was just her.

"I guess," she began her confession, "I was hoping it'd be you because you're easy to be around. There," she gave a lazy attempt to spread her arms like he previously did, but she ended up looking like the half-assed version of the shrug emoji instead. "I said it."

He grinned triumphantly. "That wasn't too bad, was it?"

"It was hell."

Bob snickered. "I'm sure it was. Regardless, I'm happy to be that rock for you. To be that space of comfort in a less than comforting world. You and ___ do that for me, too. Especially whern we're sitting around in silence, doing nothing but reading. Or when we watch TV on low and you're trying not to fall asleep but we all know its a lost cause."

Ava pulled at the sleeve of her shirt and chewed on her bottom lip, peaches forgotten by her side, yet the taste remained on her mouth. She didn't realize how much you two paid attention to her during your time together.

She would purposefully turn her body away from you both, pull a blanket so far over her head that you couldn't see her face. All these efforts to hide, to shield herself away from you two, and despite her efforts, you still saw her. The her she tried so desperately to hide.

"I-I'm sorry," Bob held out his hands, his fingers trembling. "Did I say something? I overstepped. I'm sorry—"

"—You don't have to apologize, Bob." Her light eyes found his.

For the first time tonight, Bob couldn't see any sense of her hidden self within them. She was finally breaking down her walls, letting herself be seen by him in a tender moment.

Ava figured, in this moment, what was the point of hiding everything? Hiding from Bob when he sees everything, ergo hiding from you, the person she's terrified to show everything to, yet longs for it anyway.

Bob was right. Letting the team know how much she liked them wasn't going to kill her. Especially if she started with you.

"Thank you," she resumed. Bob, face ridden with gentle confusion, tilted his head. She spoke before he could question. "You didn't overstep. In fact, you've helped me. I don't feel as anxious anymore and knowing that you're still around, wanting to talk to me even after seeing what I don't want you to... I don't know. I found comfort in that."

Gentle, Bob reached a hand for her knee. He kept his eyes locked on hers, nonverbally asking for permission, and when it was granted with a nod, he carefully grabbed the bone and gave it an affirming shake. "I know this is going to be hard to believe, and it's ironic coming from me, but you don't have to hide anymore or carry things on your own. The world might be scary, and putting your life on the line every day isn't exactly ideal, even if you get good karma from it now," they both shared a quiet laugh, "but you're safe within these walls. And us? Your team? We got you. And we're going to support you in any way you'll let us."

Ava opened her mouth to thank him, but just like she did before, he cut her off. "You just have to let us in first."

"I know." She returned the squeeze to his knee. "I can't guarantee I'm going to do it all the time and definitely not all at once, but I'm going to try."

"Good." Bob gestured for the jar of peaches, which she gracefully handed over. "Can I suggest starting with the person you stare at all the time?"

She scoffed, kicking his hand off her knee. "I do not stare."

"You do. And it's always at them. They stare too. Not that you two catch each other to ever notice it." Bob's comment was casual, like a shrug of the shoulders or swat of his hand, but it hit Ava like a truck.

She did notice your staring. Maybe it was about time she let you know that.

To Be Continued. | WC: 2,267

(૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა: Sorry! There's going to be another part added to this fic. The chapter was getting too long and I felt Ava needed to go through an emotional transformation/awakening before anything would happen with the reader. Regardless, I hope you enjoy!)

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I Don't Wanna Be Your Friend (I Want To Kiss Your Lips) | Kate Bishop x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Being in love with your best friend was never easy. Being in love with your best friend who purposely made your day a little harder because of it was harder.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Cursing, Not Proofread, No Use of Y/N, Kate's A Little Shit, Kate Knows About Reader's Crush On Her, Past Mentions of Drinking(Going To A Bar), Suggestive Joke

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"What?" Kate laughed as she flexed her purple arms in the mirror. The girl was in the process of getting her suit upgraded and her workout clothes altered, and with new clothes comes testing out different ways to see if the fabric was breathable and pliable for a superheroine such as herself. "You don't think I look awesome in this?"

You scoffed, sat at the edge of her bed. She looked fine. She always did. But you can't exactly tell her how that exact shade of purple makes her skin look soft and squishy like a perfect mound of clay and how you wished you could cup her cheeks and kiss her silly until ultimately the top came off because well—this has gotten extremely off topic!

"You look how you normally do in your purple liner, Kate."

She huffed, unsatisfied with your answer. With her hands now placed on her hips instead of playfully flexing in the mirror, she faced you with a disgruntled look on her face. "If I wanted basic descriptions on how I looked, I would've invited Yelena over."

You snorted. "Sounds like a dig to the Russian assassin."

Kate shrugged. She unzipped her top and grabbed the other one. You didn't understand the differences in the tops she's chosen, but "they're different!" as she would claim.

You didn't understand how. They were identical in color, stitching, accents, and even the zipper got caught in the same spot just below her navel when she tried to take it off.

"She's tried to kill me before and failed so I really don't have anything to worry about."

That made you laugh. "Didn't she say she wasn't trying to kill you? That you were just an obstacle in her way and that if she was trying to put you six feet under, you would've been there already?"

With the new top on and posing in the mirror, Kate playfully scowled. "You talk a lot of smack for someone who boo-hoo's for hours on end when I don't return a text."

The jacket that was previously taken off smacked against her shoulder with a whack! The zipper's metal handle brushing against the bare skin of her shoulder. "Ow!" she whined, her hand going to brush reddening skin.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't know--since when does your suit expose your shoulders?"

"Since I changed the design!" she whined again.

Okay, you had to give it to her. This liner was actually different than the other one. Instead of covering her shoulders, there were cutouts that exposed them. The cutouts were long, but not too long that they exposed the top of her bicep, and oval-shaped, which complimented the oval cutouts of the gloves she usually wore.

With her hand on her shoulder, you could see she wasn't wearing gloves, though. Instead, her sleeves came all the way down to the base of her fingers with another cutout for her thumb to peek through.

The silhouette of the shirt was sleek and long, much like the rest of her limbs.

With her sleeves going so long, wouldn't it difficult to move her hands and fingers with the gloves on? Would she wear this liner with the gloves on? Did she make this one to get rid of the gloves altogether?

"Hey," Kate's voice shook you out of your gloved-sleeved dilemma. "I know you think I look really good in this thing, but can you focus, please?"

You pushed Kate on her shoulder, getting an earnest laugh in response.

"Hey, don't hurt the player because you can't stop your attraction to her! It's not my fault you have a crush on me and think I'm pretty and can't stop thinking about how my hand would fit in yours–" She got a pillow to her face in response.

You wished that was the only time she would tease you about your crush on her but, no. That definitely wasn't the first and it won't be the last.

Some of her teasing is subtle. Like a wink when she catches you staring at her or the careful play of a smirk on her lips when she can see your brain malfunctioning only in a way a fellow sapphic could understand.

Most of her teasing, though, wasn't subtle.

Most of it was full out, in your face, "I like watching you squirm" teasing.

That could be trapping you between her body and the counter when you're both in the kitchen and she needed to get something out of the cupboard above you. Another one would be straight up asking you, "Hey, you thought that was attractive, right?"

And your least favorite would be when she grabbed your hand. Or whispered to you. Or kissed your hand. Or your head. Or let her lips tickle the skin of your ear when she whispered to you again. Or those playful thigh squeezes and taps when you two laid on the couch, legs tangled with another, during movie nights.

If she wasn't your best friend, this would be annoying. Manipulative even. Purposely acting a way or doing things just to make your cheeks warm and your insides gush.

But you knew she wasn't doing this to be facetious. You were sure that word wasn't even in her vocabulary. This was Kate just being Kate.

A little shit.

"Heyo!" Kate greeted, entering through the fire escape of your bedroom. You were lying on your bunk bed, dangling halfway off the bed as you scrolled on your phone. You could be reading, you could be on social media. Kate didn't care. All she cared about was—"Hey!" she called out again, more stern than her previous greeting. "What did I say about dangling off your bed like that? You're more than 4 feet up in the air. One mishap or accidental movement and you're toast!"

You barely give her a glance behind your phone. "You mean like my best friend barging into my apartment unannounced and then yelling at me randomly for living my life the way I want to?"

Kate's already crossing your room in determined fury and grabbing you at the waist to pull you down. "I don't care what the reasoning is. Just stop doing that. You could get hurt.

You grunted as you're brought to your feet and she's already adjusting your shirt. Her fingers are cold from the breezy New York air and you try not to dwindle on it but before you can fix your face, Kate's already caught you.

"What?" she asked with a growing smirk. Her fingers continued to move around the hem of your shirt, pulling it down to cover your sides and middriff. "Are my fingers distracting you or something?" You pushed at her shoulders but she didn't back away. "What?" she asked again, dragging out the word. "Were they cold?"

"You're an asshole." All you can do is laugh it off. She's too aware of your thoughts, anyway. What's the point in vocalizing them?

"Yeah," Kate shucked off her boots and holster, "but you like me."

"And I'm regretting ever inviting you out that night." You sat at your desk underneath your bed while she remained getting unready for the night. By the way she's searching through the drawer you dedicated for her in your dressser, you guessed that she was spending the night.

"Daw, you mean the night you invited me to go to the bar with you and your friends and they ultimately thought we were girlfriends?" You huffed in your chair as she continued, now facing your with her clothes in her hands. "You mean the night I saved face by telling them that I was the luckiest girl in the world and I covered our first round of drinks and your friends continued to gush on and on about how much you talk about me, how much you like me, and how many times you would bring me up at sleepovers?"

You opened your mouth to retaliate, but the words weren't forming. At least, for you anyway. Kate seemed to find herself a second wind.

"You mean the night that ended with me kissing your cheek in front of your friends, again to save face and I asked you if it was okay, to which," she was grinning now, "you said yes to, but then, when everyone went home and we walked back to your place together, you got all awkward and avoidant and didn't speak to me for a few weeks before I showed up at that very fire escape and told you that we needed to talk?"

Your face was hot, fingers and palms sweaty, and your clothed feet crossed at the ankle and pushed against each other in a terrible attempt to distract yourself from your fast beating heart. "I wouldn't say it in many words, but yes," you finally managed to get out, "that night. Must you bring up that awkward break every time?"

She snorted. "Yup." She had already changed into her pajamas. You don't remember seeing her change into them. "I have to bring it up every time because I will always remember that night. I was having fun playing your girlfriend. You know, the hand holding, the kissing of cheeks, the avoidant glances.

"You tried so hard not to look at me all night, but with the temporary title of being your girlfriend, I knew I could get it back. Not command it per se because you're your own person, fake girlfriend or not, but being the only person in the room you wanted to look at but refused to? I don't know, man. It struck me with something."

You opened your mouth to interrupt her, but she continued with her rambling. "And I remember being so ready to tell you, 'Hey, dude. Really liked the whole fake relationship thing we had going on, wanna do it for real?' but you were chicken," she gave you a teasing glare through her monologue. "And quickly stated that you didn't want tonight to go this way and while you do have a crush on me, you didn't want me to know. You decided that I was weirded out for me without letting me actually tell you how I felt about it," she laughed.

You shook your head up at her, an embarrassed smile playing on your lips as your fingers fidgeted with the arm rest of your desk chair. "Why didn't you stop me?"

"You think I could've?" she guffawed. You snickered after.

"Fair point."

"I just knew I had to give you your space. Let you process your feelings and come back to me when you were ready."

Now it was your turn to guffaw. "When I was ready?"

"Okay, you took too long to get ready!" she claimed with the wild wave of her arms. "It was nearing a month without my best friend and I wanted you back, however way you'll have me, so I went to your place and we talked about it. Granted, you said you didn't have a crush on me anymore. Ouch, by the way," she narrowed her eyes. You gave her an inncocent shrug. "But when I kept catching you staring at me or doting on me after I had the tinest of scrapes on my face, I knew it wasn't gone. And thank God because mine didn't go away either."

With her leaning against the lower support bar of your bed, you stared up at her with your mouth agape.

She was standing here, wearing a random gray, oversized t-shirt and neon freaking orange shorts, confessing that she still liked you, even after all that, like the statement itself didn't turn your whole world upside down and on its opposing axis.

"I'm sorry... what?"

"Yeah, you dork!" Kate laughed. She pushed two fingers to your forehead, your chair rocking and then doing a full 360º after. "I've liked you since before then, after, and now. Why do you think I flirt with you all the time? Try and make you flustered and put my hand on your thigh when we're riding the trains together?"

"I thought you were messing with me, honestly. I thought you found my crush on you funny," you confessed, facing her again. She shrugged, a cheeky smile on her lips but it was replaced with a bark of laughter when you swatted her arm. Again.

"Hear me out, hear me out!" It was too late. You weren't hearing her out, and she was trying to scurry past you to flee your room. Unluckily for her, to get from underneath your bed, she had to walk past your desk.

Brisk legs speeding past, you leaped from your chair and tackled her to the ground. "What the hell, Kate? That's so mean!"

She could only laugh from under you. She moved and shuffled around with your body on the back of hers, grunts crossmixed with laughter steadily hurling out of her. "It's not mean if you just let me explain!"

She found the strength in her body to whip herself around. You were straddling her, knees bent at her hips and feet hooked under her legs. She was panting from her previous struggle, and you were glaring at her like she had offered you the last cookie, and as soon as you took a bite, she told you she had licked it. All of it.

Which actually happened once. Just not with a cookie, fruit.

Safe to say, Kate's still recovering from the wrath you served her.

You didn't need to talk for her to know that she had a limited amount of time to explain before this pinning became a full-on wrestling match.

"Okay, I didn't find your crush on me funny. I found you trying to hide your feelings from me funny. Like–" she held out her hand to stop you from talking, "like literally days after we started talking again, you wouldn't stop staring me down in the mirror as we got ready to go out with your friends. Similar to that night, you wouldn't stop staring at me, and when your friends said something about us, you avoided my gaze again. You're my best friend. You have signs and tells that I know about that you're not even aware of!"

You opened your mouth again to talk, but she shook her hand for you to stay quiet. "So, after that, and telling your friends the truth about us later and asking around, my suspicion of your crush was proven true, so I flirted wth you. And not because I wanted to mess with your head or take advantage of your feelings, but because I wanted you to finally get the hint that I liked you back."

You sighed, removing your weight from her body to sit by her legs. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Sitting up, she chewed on her bottom lip. "I thought you would get it eventually. I damn near did everything but kiss you on the lips."

"Well, sorry. I thought it was all a joke."

"Why would I ever joke about your feelings?" Kate grabbed your hands. They weren't cold. They were warm and similar to yours; they were clammy too. You should be grossed out by that, but instead, you were comforted. She was just as nervous as she made you. "Seriously. If someone ever messes with your feelings and head like that, you have full permission to swing on them and report them to the authorities."

"Oh, yeah," you laughed loudly. "Because the police are gonna care that some girl found out I have a crush on her, and she's using that to her advantage, so they're gonna arrest her."

"No, not them!" She let go of your hands, matching your laugh. "Me! Report to me."

"And what if this girl were you? What then, hm?"

"I would never," she held up a finger, lips twisted in lighthearted disgust. "But if I did, you should still tell me and then kick my ass. I deserve it."

You shared another laugh, bellowing out together and wrapping your arms around each other as you rested back on the floor.

The rest of the night consisted of movies and cuddles, nothing out of your best friend norm, but there was a significant weight that was lfited off both of your chests. And this time, instead of both of you aching to grab the other's hands under the covers, you do.

No stolen glances needed.

WC: 2,749

(A/N): This was supposed to be a shorter, fun, and silly fic so I might write a sillier version (no promises) of this, where Kate mercilessly flirts and teases the reader, AKA the original idea for this plot, but the characters got away from me.

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I Want It (You Know I Can't) | Ava Starr x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Ava was a lot of things. Fickle, blunt, quiet, a "terrible person". But, despite the way she described herself, she was the center of your attention. And you? Well, you didn't know you were hers, and if it was up to Ava, you would never know. ╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Cursing, No Use of Y/n, Not Proofread, Walker(lowkey wingman), "Unrequited" Pining, (Nothing's Unrequited, Actually).

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

Being on the Thunderbolts—er, New Avengerz—was a unique experience. You and your teammates went from fighting in the shadows, having a man's blood on your hands, and having prices over your own in some countries, to fighting crime in the spotlight, being put on cereal boxes, and attending conferences and interviews where you're the good guy and not the bad one on trial.

The change was drastic. The adjustment to being a "people-person" difficult for almost everyone on the team except for Alexei.

He was always a people-person. With him, it was whether or not people were an Alexei-person.

Although the change was hard, there was one thing that made life a little easier. One person whose quips and digs sent a flicker of light up and through your deteriorating soul: Ava.

Ghost didn't have to do much to make you smile. Hell, she rarely did anything at all.

Sometimes, watching her jab Walker verbally or physically did the trick. Or walking in the common room to find her reading a book on the couch instead of her room, where she swore she would be all the time.

Your favorite is when she joined you all for breakfast. She usually didn't talk, deeming the early morning her "out-of-office hours to use her vocal cords", but for you to deem breakfast enjoyable, she didn't have to.

You admired how she would sit in silence and eat, and how her eyes would dart between whoever was taking the lead in the conversation.

She wouldn't admit to this, of course, she wouldn't—you guys were barely a team for six months—but you would even catch the corners of her mouth upturn into a smile whenever Yelena made a joke at Walker's expense or when Bucky came in either disheveled from a curious night out or Bob with his gracious attitude of still being made a plate despite not being a part of the team.

He was. Everyone knew he was. Why he never felt that way was going to have to be a late-night conversation with ambient lighting on blue with green swirls and sad music playing on the speaker; all while lying on the floor in starfish.

"Oh, my god," Walker grumbled as he sat in the seat next to you. "Stop staring. You look like a stalker."

Your eyes narrowed on his figure, fingers tightening around your utensil. "Excuse me?"

Walker used the side of his fork to cut his pancakes. Protein pancakes, packed with fiber and a whole bunch of BS. "I said, 'stop staring'. What, are you deaf too?" Shoving the piece he cut into his mouth, your ears rang in what you weren't sure was rage, annoyance, or embarrassment. He was lucky he finally knew how to talk at a decent volume; everyone else in the kitchen would've heard him.

"That's incredibly dense of you to say, Walker," you seethed, "and I wasn't staring. I was chewing. Eating like a human, unlike you, who eats like a barbarian."

"A barbarian is a human, dumbass."

"Whoa, whoa," laughed the blonde who cut in before you could get a word. Yelena sat herself at the table across from you and Walker. "What? Is it not too early for you two to start with the shenanigans? Jesus, the sun's barely up."

The two of you simultaneously rolled your eyes. You shoved your respective utensils into your meals and scarfed down the food.

You hated Walker, and not just for the obvious reasons.

One day, the failed Captain of America caught you mid-admiration for Ava, and he would never let you hear the end of it.

She was patching herself up, sitting on a curb with cuts on her bottom lip and blood oozing from her hand. The paramedics were there, but she didn't want their help. She was determined to stop the bleeding and wrap herself up.

You were leaning against the side of the ambulance, a few feet away from Ava, with a pounding head and aching ribs. But despite the pain, there was nothing else you could do but wait your turn to be seen, and so, with her on the curb, you against the truck, she was in your line of vision, and you weren't complaining.

That was, until Walker came around with his loud ass mouth, asking why you were staring at Ava. She caught your gaze, you looked away, but Walker continued to persist.

"I may be dense, but I'm not stupid,"—you begged to differ—he claimed after you pulled him aside for definitely no reason.

After that, Walker's been stupidly observant. He's caught you every time you looked at her and made faces of disgust or gave you knowing, teasing glances.

"You should really do something about your obvious, annoying crush you have on Ava," he told you one random night. It was your turn to do the dishes after dinner, and he, the gracious chef, refused to leave the kitchen until you finished. He claimed it was because he was still eating; you knew he stayed because he wanted to talk to you.

Unfortunately.

"I don't have a crush on her," you stated as you scrubbed a plate.

He scoffed, fork picking around the green beans he made. "Yeah, okay. Tell that to the gross puppy eyes you give her every time she talks to you during a mission. Honestly, it's disgusting the way you look at her, and it's not doing us any favors with you distracted by whatever the hell you see in her."

"Wait," your scrubbing hands take a pause, "that's why you always look at me like that? Because you don't like that I'm getting distracted, and not because I like a girl?"

"What? No. Jesus! I'm a questionable person, sure, but I'm not a homophobe." With a scoff from his mouth, he picked up his plate and moved to the trash. "God, what do you take me for?"

"A pain in my ass." But you said that in your head.

Since that night, you and Walker were less than subtle with the newfound secret you shared.

You were hitting him more than usual. He would find himself gravitating towards you naturally, just to better his chances of calling you out when you stared again.

The others took notice and man, were they weirded out, but something in Bucky told them it was nothing to worry about. Something in Ava knew that was the exact case.

Your longing, your puppy eyes, your obvious gawking and glances at her, she knew of them. She could see you out of the corner of her eye. She would always see your figure mirroring hers or angled towards her.

They say the eyes don't lie and Ava knows that the body doesn't either.

If she was creeped out by your staring, hidden advances, she would've cut that shit in the bud ASAP. But, she wasn't.

Something tingly in her chest arose when you would look at her. She would get that urge to flee, disappear into the abyss, but if she did that, then you would know that she knew about your glances.

You would get embarrassed. Too humiliated to show your face at breakfast or look at her with those sparkling eyes every time she gave a command or talked to you about anything. She didn't want to lose that, and no matter how many times her brain said she shouldn't care—shouldn't involve herself, she didn't want to lose you.

Ava didn't know what her feelings for you meant. If that's what she could call them anyway.

Having crushes, a romantic other, those things weren't typical for her. She didn't know how to act so she didn't.

When you stared, she focused her eyes elsewhere and busied her hands. When you would talk about her vaguely with Walker, she would pretend not to hear but eavesdrop nevertheless.

She would sit in the common room when it's empty and pray it would remain that way until you came in.

You never spoke to each other during. She would sit on one end of the couch and you on the other. She would read, you would watch the TV on low or scroll through your phone if you weren't reading too.

Most times, Bob came and joined you two. He would sit in his chair on the far side of the room and after some coaxing from you and polite glances from her, he would eventually sit himself on a chair closer to the couch.

You and Bob would often talk. Talk about what, she really had no clue, but you would talk and talk, and while it should bother her that you two are talking while she's trying to read, she came out here to be beside you and hear your voice anyway. It would be hypocritical.

She loved hearing you and Bob talk about whatever interests occupied your minds. She loved peeking up from her book to see you talk so animatedly with your hands and body like it was an art. Sometimes, she would catch herself smiling and she would immediately shove her focus back into the book.

Now, when Ava went to the empty common room, she expected you and Bob to be there shortly after.

With all the time you spent taking stolen glances at her, she thought you would catch her taking some of you, but you never did.

She preferred it that way.

You don't want to know the true her. The person she really was under her black suit or black and grey loungewear. You weren't ready for the flaws, the exhaustion, the days that felt like years, the mornings that took her hours to roll out of bed; she didn't want you to see that.

She put up a front, not to protect herself, but to protect you, too.

Did it hurt her to go stone-faced when she felt your eyes on her, to pretend the fleeing feelings didn't exist and it was all in her head? Maybe. But it was better this way. It was safer.

And one day, you'll be thankful for it.

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Thoughts?

hey, uh… is this thing on? lol okay that’s corny but super quick post to ask, would anyone read Ava Starr oneshots if I posted them? As usual, PG-13. i’m so tired going through tags for female characters and it’s all smut or there’s a male character there… sigh.

so, full on wlw clean content for Ava Starr; what are your thoughts?

heck, i might do Yelena, Kate Bishop, and other marvel characters too because i can barely find any clean fics 🥲. but yeah! lemme know through the comments or leave a like. thanks!

EDIT: First fic is posted! click HERE!

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The Return To Normalcy: A Polytrix Sleepover (Friday Night Hangouts) | KPDH

╰┈➤ PLOT: It's been a year since the Saja Boys fiasco and six months since Huntrix became an established romantic relationship. Still figuring out their roles in their relationship, one thing is clear: Friday Night Hangouts on the couch (or sleepovers as Zoey likes to call them) are always jam-packed with food, a bit of fun, and some expression of welcomed vulnerability.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Not Proofread, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, 4000+ Words, Fluff, Romantic Tension

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(A/N): it's been a hot minute since i posted anything and i made this for my friend so i thought i'd post it here too! no xreader because i'm obssessed with Polytrix as a whole so, sorry not sorry. hope you enjoy!

A dastardly removal of gas escaped from the deep caverns of Zoey’s stomach, the sound of her own laughter flooding the space right after.

“Zoey,” Mira and Rumi groaned in unison, although Rumi looked more disgusted than Mira. Mira hid her disgust better. “That’s disgusting.”

The three of them sat around in their living room, the usually clean and colorful space dirtied with their blankets fetched over furniture, pieces of food and trash lying on the coffee table, and all the stuffed animals from their respective rooms taking their respective places on the floor.

Tonight was what Zoey called a special night, a sleepover, when in reality, it was just another normal Huntr/x Friday night when the three of them stuffed their faces till they were so full that even imagining the walk to their rooms felt like too much work.

Sat in her pjs and on the couch, Zoey continued to laugh as the liquid in the bright pink can in her hand fizzled and settled. “What were you expecting me to do?” she asked her older members. “Take a swig of this soda and not—“ The violent sound of Mira ripping one herself interrupted the start of Zoey’s lame excuse.

Rumi gasped from beside the taller girl, sat crisscross on the floor herself but not surprised.

A sly smirk played at the corner of Mira’s mouth. She shrugged, indifferent to her noise and Zoey’s previous comment. “ If you’re going to do it, at least do it right. Your burp was lame.”

“It was not!”

“Okay!” Rumi laughed, holding out her hands as if the option would stop them. “We are not about to have a burping contest right now. The penthouse already smells different with all the foods and scents we've got going on.” She gestured to the coffee table and then the counter in the kitchen.

Both surfaces were covered with various instant ramen noodle bowls, plastic wrappers from convenience store goods—both savory and sweet—, many empty bowls of microwaveable rice, and, special for the coffee table, two large, halfway-eaten bowls of popcorn.

As for the kitchen counter, four candles of various note scents were lit or were under the candle warmers thanks to Mira’s comment of the place smelling like popcorn kernels, gochujang cupcakes, and burnt spaghetti sauce, thanks to Rumi exploding a package of instant spaghetti from the states.

Zoey said to remove the lid and add a paper towel on top but what she didn’t provide was the time appropriate to use when using her method.

The red sauce exploded everywhere.

“Again, not my fault!” Zoey claimed.

Mira snickered, grabbing a tiny cookie from the opened plastic container Rumi and Zoey just had to get because tinier food is cuter.

… it is but she won’t tell them that.

“It’s partly your fault. If you’re going to give us your tried and true methods on foods you used to eat in your childhood, you shouldn’t leave anything out. Especially when the queen of overheating is cooking it.” Mira gave a pointed half-glare to Rumi. Her narrowed eyes of judgment held just as much warmth as her teasing lips.

Rumi scoffed, the soft glow of her patterns underneath her hoodie glowing brighter. She also reached for a tiny cookie, the satisfying crunch of the pastry settling her rising embarrassment. “It’s not my fault either. The instructions were on the lid Zoey told me to throw away. This was my first time cooking that— how was I supposed to know where the instructions were and what not to do and what not to listen to in regards to Zoey’s advice?”

“Because you’re supposed to read the instructions beforehand, Rumi!” laughed Mira. Rumi only shook her head beside her with her cheeks puffed up and her lips pressed into a tight, thin line. “That’s what you’re supposed to do any time you cook something new. Read the instructions, keep the instructions. Refer to them as you’re cooking the food, refer to them as the food is cooling; that’s common knowledge.”

“Actually,” chimed Zoey from the couch, who was sprinkling crushed-up and dry instant ramen noodles into her mouth, “that sounds like the Mira-Way. Exact tee when cooking, go with the flow, and hope for the best in every other aspect.”

“No,” countered Mira with an accusatory finger. “That sounds like the Zoey Way.”

“Pah-lease! I make plans. I have a whole notebook of plans!”

“Which you then disregard when your planned plan doesn’t go exactly as planned,” Rumi teased with a mutter, stealing a few more of those tiny cookies because wow. They are really good and are the kind of cookies that don’t get stuck in the divots on your teeth because of their crunchiness.

Zoey scoffed. She turned her back to Rumi and Mira, who only watched with amused eyes and snacks in their hands. Zoey huffed. Then she “hmph”ed. Then she crossed her arms over her chest like a dramatic ten-year-old before showing her bare face back to the girls. “You guys are mean.”

“Mhm.” Mira patted her upper thigh, to which Zoey crawled off the couch and finally sat with Mira and Rumi on the floor, by the edge of the couch instead.

Zoey settled herself against the short edge of the L-shaped part of the couch, her back to the cushion and her legs over Mira’s lap. She held out a cupped palm to Rumi, who was about to sprinkle a couple of cookies into her hand, but Mira blocked her off with a bladed hand. “No.”

“What?” Zoey pouted up at her in protest.

“No. You’re not going to get cookies after you just called us mean.” Mira didn’t give her another glance. She grabbed her own soda that was previously forgotten on the other side of her body and took a quiet sip.

Zoey’s eyes caught Rumi’s puzzled gaze. Her mouth was ajar from randomly being stopped, but her eyes were searching Mira for a sign of teasing, mischief, pulling Zoey’s leg just to see her squirm, but when she couldn’t find any, her eyes found Zoey’s.

Rumi shrugged meekly from Mira’s opposite and plopped cookies slowly in her mouth, as if eating some could get her in trouble, too.

“Plus,” Mira added a satisfactory sigh as the cool liquid went down her throat. “I told you to sit in my lap, and you’re sitting next to me. What am I supposed to make out of that, hm?”

The muscle pumping in Zoey’s chest stopped when Mira’s honey-brown eyes met hers. Mira’s gaze held a seriousness in them, not the one she would use when she gave her playful deadpan remarks or the one she used during practice when a move wasn’t manifesting in the way she wanted it to. This gaze was different.

This gaze told Zoey that Mira could smell her nerves coming off her split-colored pjs. This gaze told Zoey that whatever lie or excuse she mustered, Mira could call her out on it.

A single twitch of Zoey’s arm told Mira what she wanted to know; if she was successful in her teasing, it would knock Zoey down a few pegs and get her to someplace calmer. A place she could hold and foster her.

Not because Zoey was too much, she could never be, but because Mira really wanted to hold Zoey as the day began to fade outside their windows while the three of them were in their comfy pajamas. Of course, Mira couldn’t admit that out loud, not out of the blue, when Zoey and Rumi were off giggling over failed Just Dance levels and singing random English songs.

She could only ask and give her request when the mood was right, and as it turns out, if she didn’t create the mood herself, she was never going to get the opportunity to. That was driving her mad.

A coy smile broke Mira’s poker face, and the two girls beside her could swear they heard a quiet giggle from her, too. “I’m kidding,” laughed Mira. “But seriously. Come here.” She pulled Zoey onto her lap so now the smaller one was resting against her chest, and her feet dangled onto Rumi’s legs. “You too.” Mira didn’t give Rumi a chance to respond or react before she wrapped her arms around her shoulders and pulled her flush to her side.

With the girls invading Mira’s space, as they now suspected what she wanted all along. Mira grinned and nudged her head towards Zoey. “You can give her some cookies now.”

A chuckle rippled out of Rumi. She shook her head as she grabbed the tub of mini cookies and held them out in Zoey’s direction, internally deciding the cookies in her palms were too warm and maybe a little damp from anticipating Mira’s next move earlier. “You’re a piece of work, Mir.”

“What?” She laughed. Zoey grumbled from her lap, taking a few cookies and eating them. “Why? Because I like to mess with you guys?”

“No,” Rumi responded with a few floating chuckles, “because you think you have to mess with us and walk around a suspiciously placed bush to get what you want.” Rumi didn’t have to see Mira’s face to see the slight falter in her cocky facade, the sudden tightness of her lips, and the way her fingers played with the waistband of Zoey’s pants. Rumi often didn’t need to look at her girls to know their reactions or to gauge what they’re feeling or thinking; she just knew.

When she mentioned this “skill” of hers in an interview, the fanbase described her behavior as just being a leader or having “leader” duties, and while that may be some of it, it wasn’t all of the reasons.

Rumi loves her girls, way more than she thought she did at least six months ago. She watched them because she wanted to get to know them, to see what made them tick or what made them smile to themselves. She wanted to know how they acted when they thought no one was watching.

She could see the slightest change in the glossiness of Zoey’s eyes and knew that meant she was upset with something she wasn’t allowing herself to feel at the moment. She could tell when the middle of Mira’s eyebrows creased that she was either in deep thought or couldn’t fathom the new information given to her or revealed in her head.

Rumi knew the girls and their hidden behaviors so well, she almost forgot she had hidden behaviors too. She wasn’t aware of the girls watching her when she thought no one was, until a few months ago. But that’s a different revealing and unpacking of emotions for another time.

“If you want us close to you and you want to cuddle or something, you can just say that,” Rumi continued as she placed the container of cookies back on the table. “You don’t have to wait for the right time or convey your need in a joke because that’s when you think we’ll be the most receptive.”

Mira scoffed in quiet amusement, her eyes flickering to anywhere but Rumi’s and Zoey’s eyes—even if Zoey is looking up at her with those dark brown eyes and cheeks so full of cookies. Her heart clenched to not witness the sight. “That’s rich coming from you, Rumi.”

“Oh, why?” She hummed, resting back on her palms with a smirk she’s not trying too hard to hide. “Because I did the same? Yeah, so I’ve struggled with saying things at certain times and want things to be perfect when I’m revealing information, but if last year taught me anything, it taught me that there’s no perfect time and to say what I want so, yeah,” she hummed again, eyebrows raised in a sweet challenge as Mira’s eyes locked onto hers. “Maybe it is rich coming from me, but at least I’ve grown from it. I can say, ‘Zoey, I want some cuddles. Come sit on my lap'.” She held out an arm for Zoey, her lackluster effort of hiding her smirk forgotten as the younger one with crumbs on her face lit up at the demand.

Zoey’s eyes sparkled between Rumi and Mira, an amusement only Zoey can foster as she watched the two girls go into a playful toe-to-toe together. And an additional plus, Rumi was winning. She could tell by the twisted, flustered purse on Mira’s lips and the warmth growing on her cheeks that she was trying so hard not to show by pulling her shoulders to her ears.

Zoey crawled out of Mira’s lap and sat on Rumi’s with a mischievous chuckle that one would describe as “gremlin-like”.

“See?” Satisfied, Rumi patted Zoey’s thigh twice. “I just asked, and look, Mir. She’s right here. On my lap.”

Curses ran through Mira’s mind as Zoey snuggled up to Rumi, giggles flowing through her like water, and Rumi holding her like she’s her everything, which she is, but the smug look in Rumi’s eyes, the eye contact she refused to break, stirred something dark and competitive.

Smug Rumi wasn’t a rare sight to see. She’s often found in variety shows while they’re doing games, in the shadows of demon-hunting, and seen on her face when she tells the demons how everything’s going to go down if they’re the talkative type. However, Smug Rumi during romance, that’s a sight Mira’s not exactly used to .

Rumi’s still figuring out her role with the girls in a romantic sense. Heck, they all are. At first, Mira and Zoey took the lead in instigating romantic movements or conversations like handholding and asking each other out on dates, but now that it’s been at least six months, their prior roles are evolving, changing. Changing into different dynamics that haven’t yet been explored. At least, until now.

Zoey, ever the lover of romantic tension and wanting to see what happens next without intervention, felt the need to intervene. Maybe it was a part of her that didn’t want this playful banter to turn into an actual argument or maybe it was the sort-of welcomed uneasiness stirring within her since she seemed to be the topic of conversation, but she didn’t want this conversation to go to a place neither of them had explored or felt comfortable exploring yet.

Mira’s scowl, something that wasn’t exactly angry or pleased, ticked off her need.

“Hey,” Zoey gave a lighthearted chuckle. “I know where we can put this energy. We can put it into a game of Twister!”

Rumi shrugged, smug smirk nestled into a smile on her face. “That sounds okay with me.” Her gaze remained unchanged from Mira’s.

“I’m not moving,” seethed Mira. Her face grew uncomfortably warm, she wanted to peel the skin off her face and replace it with a more stoic, cool expression, but in trying to do so would confirm that Rumi got—was—getting under her skin. She wasn’t. She couldn’t. Not in this way.

“Daw,” Rumi playfully mocked Mira with a feigned pout. “Why not? Afraid I’ll win?”

Zoey rose a brow. Win? Was there anything to win at this point or did she miss something? Or was this her girlfriends’ twisted way of exhibiting tension because one of them(Mira) had difficulty saying what she wanted, and the other(Rumi) wanted her to, yet the first one(Mira) refused to prove anyone right, even if it meant falling on her butt like a fool in the process?

“Of course not,” Mira replied. Her effort to save face was being betrayed by the bright pink on the top of her cheekbones. “I don’t feel like moving.”

“Oh, really?” Rumi wrapped her arm around Zoey’s waist, pulling her up higher on her lap while Rumi sat up herself. Zoey turned around so her back was pressed to Rumi’s chest, an accidental but grateful new seating position to admire the view of a blushing Mira. “Then what do you want to do, Mira? You can use your words this time. Tell us what you’re truly feeling, and I promise we can grant it for you.” Rumi’s tone, at first, was complacent and teasing, like the hare poking fun at the tortoise, but as her sentence continued, her voice and eyes softened. She wanted Mira to express herself in any way she could. She wanted her to know that she and Zoey were a safe place to express vulnerable needs and wants, just like they did with her last year and earlier this year.

Mira hated it yet couldn’t help but be thankful for it all at the same time.

With her sweaty palms rubbed against the thighs of her fuzzy pajama pants, the same pants she didn’t want to put on earlier, yet is thankful for in this moment, she took a stilling breath. “Okay.” The sound of her quiet voice somehow drowned out the sound of the growing nightlife below them, the breaths of the two girls beside Mira even quieter as if they were afraid their own noise would startle her into silence. “I would like us to…”

Zoey and Rumi sat straighter in their seats, leaning forward to hear what their beautiful visual had to say.

“…I would like for us to cuddle, maybe. Have a cuddle pile sort of thing,” Mira admitted, palms rubbing over her clothed knees. “I don’t know why I do— okay, that’s a lie. I know why I do, but I’m embarrassed to say it.”

Zoey found herself crawling off of Rumi’s lap, the other girl removing her arm around her for a more seamless transition. “Mira.” Zoey’s hand found her arm and rubbed her fingers over the smooth fabric. A sensory win for her, a comforting win for Mira. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about anything. We’re here for you, no matter how silly you think your reason may be. Remember when you caught me crying on the balcony and you were scared something bad had happened?” The other stifled a nod, Zoey continued. “Well, nothing bad happened, remember? I was crying over this kid laughing over oranges in the grocery store, and even after teasing me, you didn’t call the reason I was crying stupid. You comforted me and helped me through it either way. That’s what we’re going to do for you.”

It was hard to have walls up around Zoey and Rumi when they have the ability to tear them down faster than they were put up. They both have that skill; they all do for each other. No secrets yet, still respecting privacy and knowing each other deep and long enough to know when a secret has to come out for the greater good of the secret holder.

Mira guessed that was her role at the moment: Secret Holder. Although withholding the reason why you want to cuddle your girlfriends as the sun goes down, watching some sappy drama isn’t exactly a secret. More so, an unfulfilled wish that the girls are trying so desperately to fulfill. Plus, if Mira looked at it this way, revealing the why behind what she wants now may help her in the future when she gets into another of her withdrawn, or dare she even say shy, moods. It could get easier with time… maybe.

Rumi joined Zoey on Mira’s opposite side, also using her hand to help her coax through. “Okay,” Mira stated once more. She moved her hands from her knees to theirs, a deep breath releasing itself from the bottom of her belly. “I want us to cuddle because I miss you guys”—she held up her hands before the two could interject questions on “how she could miss them if they’re right here”—“I miss prolixity and the innocent touches and skinship. We haven’t had that in a while and it’s not like us. Zoey’s always clinging onto our arms and Rumi, you’re always searching for our hands when we’re sat together alone, but with our schedules, we haven’t been alone, just us three, in a good while.”

Zoey nodded, her hand crawling up to Mira’s shoulder to give her a reassuring squeeze. “See, that wasn’t stupid at all. I’ve noticed the physical distance between us, too,” she admitted, chin now resting on Mira’s shoulder instead. “That’s why I was so excited tonight about our sleepover. We missed it a few times this month, and even when we did have that impromptu one two Thursdays ago, we all went to our own rooms before the sun went down! I mean, that’s not us. We stay up so late that not even trademarked Leader Rumi can guide us back to normalcy.”

Rumi let out a low snicker. Mira can’t tell when, but Rumi had mirrored Zoey’s positioning and had her chin on her shoulder too. “Delirious Zoey and Mira are quite hard to rein in on a good trademark Leader Rumi day, but you throw in my own deliriousness? Yeah, it’s not a pretty picture.” Mira had found an easiness in her body. A snicker of her own helped release the self-inflicted tension.

“Yeah, she’s like a drunken pirate.”

“I am not!”

Zoey laughed. “Drunken or not, going to bed before 7 isn’t like us on the days we reserve to hang out with each other. I missed us, too, Mira, and I’m sorry I didn’t say anything about it earlier. I didn’t have the words.” A soft, slightly crumby kiss was placed on Mira’s cool cheek and sent butterflies to her stomach. Rumi did the same with an apologetic hum, both hands giving squeezes to her shoulder.

“So, cuddle-bug,” Rumi couldn’t help but tease and ignore the grumble that came her way, “where do you want us to cuddle-pile at?”

“Couch.” Mira stood, dragging her girlfriends by the wrist. “Duh.”

Mira plopped herself in the middle. She didn’t give the two a chance to think or ask any questions about positioning before she pulled them directly on her, Zoey on her right and Rumi on her left. “Get the blankets,” she told Zoey, her head making a pointed nod to the two throw blankets crumpled by her feet. “And could you get the remote?” Mira asked Rumi. Both obliged, getting their respective items for the girl who wanted all the body heat and weight a human could possibly withstand on her.

With the drama selected and blankets pulled over bodies, Mira laid down. Zoey did too, Mira’s head resting on the top of her hip which caused Rumi to do the same with her head on Mira’s hip. In a sense, one would describe them as a cuddle train, not necessarily a cuddle pile, but the couch wasn’t big enough, and again, neither of them felt like taking the dreaded walk down the hall and into the closest room.

“Hey, look,” Rumi’s head turned towards the glass-paned wall. The sun had completely set behind the skyline of Seoul and leaving behind thick, rugged ribbons of dark blue clouds across the graying sky. “It’s past sundown and we’re still here.” Her lips spread into a warm smile that brightened up her cheeks and eyes, the growing dimness of the living room softening her features.

“Yeah,” Zoey decided to add, “on the couch. Watching a drama.”

“In a cuddle pile no less,” Mira hummed in content. She reached over to kiss the top of Zoey’s head before bending down to kiss the top of Rumi’s head. “Thanks, guys.”

“For what?” chimed Zoey.

“For the cuddle pile. For helping me say what I needed to say.”

“Oh, Mira.” The girl could hear the confidently sly smile from Rumi, “That was going to happen anyway. Both the cuddle pile and you learning how to say exactly what you want when you want it.”

Normally, Mira would say something snarky back. Ask a few questions about her plan, reasoning, and the motive, but right now, she didn’t care. In the end, all three of them got what they wanted: to be open with another, to have a cuddle pile, to stay together at least until after sundown. Although the three of them were sure they weren’t going to find the energy to get off the couch. Not after seeing Zoey struggle to keep her eyes open.

And so, Mira gave Rumi a respectful flick on her ear and bit back a grin when the other exclaimed in pain.

This is what she missed: holding her girls so tightly, there was no denying that they were hers and she was theirs.

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Best Friend!Zoey Headcanons | KPDH

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of having Zoey as a best friend!

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Not Proofread, No Use of Y/n

A/N: okay... i caved. kpop demon hunters is good as hell and zoey is my bias 😔 i need her as a best friend so enjoy some headcanons while i try to get my muse back. (also i only watched the movie once so please bear w me).

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– If you didn't have a sister before, you do now! being Zoey's best friend is like having an energetic, foodie, too sweet for her own good sister who slays both on stage and off(demon hunting duhhh).

– No matter your age, Zoey will always baby you and treat you like her kin.

– She'll make sure you're properly fed, will send you care packages if you're sick while she's on tour (otherwise shes visiting you with a care package herself), will ALWAYS take you out if you been in the house for too long or deems she needs some outdoor time with her best friend.

– Being Zoey's best friend sometimes means random texts at three am about nothing, everything, and a whole lot of typos all at the same time.

– Exhibit A: "OMIGOSH DID YOU SEE THAT NEW VIDEO ABOUT THE PUPPIES BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH THAT PENGUIN?!?/9@ HOW CUTEEE" "i am so tired. did you knows thaght 10pm in this country is the buttcracjm of dawn in Korea? yeah... I DIDN'T." "HELPMEMIRAANDRUMIARETRYINGTOKEEPMEAWAKESOWECANFINISHSHOOTINGBUTALLIWANNADOISRESTTTTT SAVE MEEE"

– Oh yeah, Mira and Rumi know about you too.

– How couldn't they? Zoey never shuts up about you.

– "Oh, yeah! Me and my best friend tried this shop once. The drinks are sooo good but we got kicked out one time for laughing so hard that my coffee shot out my nose."

– Mira and Rumi aren't jealous of your relationship because tbh, why would they be? Yeah, they're bandmates and yeah, they're close enough to consider each other best friends too, but what you have with Zoey is special. Sometimes... maybe a little too special.

– When they first heard about you, the girls were convinced Zoey was dating someone because she only mentioned your name and not your relationship status when she was going out. It was always, "Bye! Gonna hang out with ___!" "Gonna get drinks with ___!" "Gonna go shopping with ___!"

– One time, they even sat Zoey down to talk about your relationship. Not because they're concerned... no. but because they're nosey and if there's an opportunity to tease their maknae, they're going to take up that chance.

– Zoey clears up your relationship ASAP. Stating you're only friends and have been for a while. You're more like siblings or cousins if anything.

– They still have some suspicious eyes(Mira) but they let her off the hook nonetheless

– Being Zoey's best friend obviously means you get backstage passes when you want to support her concerts.

– You're always in the wings, dancing alongside her group with Bobby, and taking backstage content if she isn't already for her group's Youtube channel.

– If you're okay with being posted on socials, and not minding having a few fans of your own, Huntr/x fans eat your interactions with Zoey UP.

– Anytime you're in her vlogs or seen in the background, they scream about ___ and Zoey crumbs in the comments or how they're being fed with this content or how they adore your friendship.

– They even follow your socials to support you. You have your own fanbase and it's cute since they keep it respectful and don't ask where Zoey is all the time when you post without her.

– If you don't want to be shown on social media, your face is blurred out in videos if you're in the background, only your hand or arm is shown in photos with Zoey, or you blatantly have an emoji on your face in photos.

– Some fans speculate who you are, friend or family to Zoey, or maybe even more.

– Just like how fans of the Saja Boys eat up the literal mystery behind Mystery, they eat yours up too. You're the "Mystery" of Huntr/x if you will.

– Zoey finds that thought a little disturbing since she's had a crush on Mystery and not you and oh, because he's a literal DEMON she had to slay but, y'know kpop stans and their theories.

– Also, if you thought you could be Zoey's best friend and avoid having a sleepover with her, you are sadly mistaken my guy.

– Zoey thrives off sleepovers. In fact, if she didn't have the spiritual ability to see demons and protect her country from them, she would say her superpower is having and hosting sleepovers because she's never had a bad one and they "fuel her energy".

– Whether the sleepover be at your place or hers, she always has the best snacks. Even if you're a foodie yourself, she always outdoes you with creative snacks and ideas.

– She once made chewy caramel and chocolate-covered mini pretzels with roasted marshmallows for a sleepover. Just to have "something to chew on" while you watched movies. Like popcorn isn't widely available for purchase.

– You guys talk about everything under the Honmoon when you have sleepovers. From work, to changes in your day-to-day life, to your past memories together, and even to romance if you're into stuff like that.

– If you have a crush, personal or celebrity, Zoey is always down to wingwoman you or to tease you about how much you "light up" when you talk about them. All so you can shove her and tell her to shut up because Zoey is Number One Ragebaiter™.

– When Zoey has a crush, either one on Mystery or some random person(or even Rumi or Mira or BOTH(yes im a ploytrix fan. im gay, what do you expect from me?)), you're ragebaiting her right back.

– You'll tease her worse than she's teased you. Making kissy faces, telling her "oh, totally don't think about them holding you all night long and kissing your cheek then" just to see her face grow ten shades of pink, and if it's the girls she has a crush on, you'll make googly eyes at her when they're around only for her to tackle you and playfully wrestle you until you apologize for messing with her.

– You never do. Even when the girls are looking weird in your direction and wondering why the heck Zoey just tackled you to the ground in the kitchen, you never back down.

– Okay, that's all I have for now! Let me know in the comments if you guys want more or want to see more headcanons with Zoey or the girls!

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Yeah y’all better keep writing them thunderbolts x reader fics

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Switched Roles | Natasha x Nurse!Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Now in a committed relationship with each other, you and Natasha have found your groove. You, now being a practicing nurse in the Compound, and she, the patient who seems to never get enough of you. What happens when you're the one hurt this time?

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Not Proofread, Second POV, No Use of Y/n, Nurse! AU, No Cursing, Usage of the Term Girlfriend/Girlfriends/Partner, But Otherwise Gender-Neutral Reader

(A/N): This is technically a sequel and/or another part to "Learn To Take A Break", my Natasha x Reader Nurse! AU but you don't need to read the three parts to understand what's going on here!

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You glanced around the kitchen of the Compound, the open and sleekly designed room empty and as still as the trees that surrounded the facility. It was only a matter of time before the Avengers got back from their mission that ended a little over an hour ago.

You wanted to grab a quick sneak of some snacks in the kitchen. You had your own kitchen and mini fridge on the nurse's side of the Compound, but the Avengers had way better snacks. It wasn't filled with all that new-age health junk Steve and Clint tried to get you to eat.

Sorry, guys. But the all-wheat bars with just a hint of fruit flavoring isn't enough to keep me satisfied for the day.

And also, you were out of your good snacks anyway. You just need to find time to go grocery shopping, but why go grocery shopping when a perfectly stocked kitchen is right here? And it's not like this would be considered stealing. You live here! Just... in a different wing... on the opposite end of the campus– Whatever! You're hungry, and you want a good snack.

That shouldn't be a crime.

You peered into the cupboard, the white shelves filled from ceiling to floor with all kinds of snacks. You had your classic chips, your wacky flavored chips, sweet treats, healthy treats, all the cereal you could imagine, and some Trader Joe's specials Wanda liked to dabble in from time to time.

What that woman finds in that store is amazing. You were always asking for her snacks whenever she came walking by eating.

At the top shelf resided your favorite snack of all, your secret pleasure, Zoom O's. They were bite-sized pockets of goodness that had a sweet yet not overwhelming taste to them, with the perfect amount of salt to combat the sweetness. The texture, at first, has a satisfying crunch from the thin icing layer before it turns into chewy goodness.

You had no clue where the Avengers found this snack. You tried every store within a 100-mile radius and even checked online but you haven't had any luck. Given the box's slim yet geometric design with a futuristic blue color and flashy font, you could guess that this snack wasn't found on this world. Or maybe even, this universe.

Turning to the door where there was typically a step-ladder to reach the highest shelf, you found yourself staring at a blank wall instead. Your brows furrow in confusion as you search the pantry and even close the door to see if the step-ladder was on the other side but to no avail.

Where was this step-ladder, and why wasn't it in its rightful spot?

You could stand here and blame every single person that resides in the Compound for not putting the item back where it belongs, or you could take the initiative and do some out-of-the-box thinking.

You nod to yourself, a short smile on your lips.

Yeah. You were gonna do some out-of-the-box thinking.

The shelves are sturdy enough to withstand the weight of a god and the strength of a genetically modified green monster; it could definitely take your weight.

Your socked feet find the lip of the bottom shelf as you pull yourself up to grab onto a higher one. You grunt, eyeing the contained snacks by your feet and making sure you weren't touching them. Once your space from the food was as far as you could get it without slipping off, you reached your arm up to the box of Zoom O's only to find that you're still a few inches short.

The back of your throat possesses a grumble before you step onto another shelf and repeat the same steps as before. Currently, you feel as if you are rockclimbing, which wasn't too bad unless you count the lack of harness and mats to be "dangerous", but you're fine!

You're in the Avengers Compound, for Pete's sake, the safest place on Earth!

Reaching your arm once more, you still find yourself a few inches short from the box. The arm gripping onto the small shelf at your chest was screaming from a sort of break from all the muscle tension you were currently possessing.

Come on... Almost... Almost...

The slam of a door a few feet away and the loud arrival of Tony Stark and the others startles you out of your concentration. Your arm and hand finally gives up on keeping you steady on the shelf and your feet slip out from under you, sending you falling back onto the floor way faster than you indented.

You brace yourself for a long fall but because the fall was shorter, you land wrong on your knee and almost end up twisting your ankle. Thank goodness you didn't, otherwise--

The sudden tripping over a plastic jar of jam sends you tumbling into the pantry door. Your only hope to catch yourself is the handle, but you try and stand yourself up, the handle moves and you lose your grip.

You nearly faceplant the floor before using your hands and knees to catch yourself. The only downside to falling hands and knees is that now the palms of your hands sting and the knee, the one that you landed wrong on before, banged against the floor. You groan out in pain, the feeling of hitting your knee familiar to hitting your funny bone.

You could see the bruise now.

This is what you get for trying to sneak snacks from places you weren't supposed to. You should've been an adult and gone to the store like everyone else. It's not your fault the store was at least an hour away from the Compound. You chose to live on campus; that was your issue.

"Whoa!" Scott commented as he entered the kitchen. He wore a blue flannel, regular jeans, and he smelt of regular soap not like must and sweat like the Avengers did when they returned. There's no way he showered that fast. "You okay?"

You pull yourself up to your feet with a hobble, an embarrassed smile at your lips as you try to reassure him. "Yes, I'm fine. Just misstepped. How long have you been here? Did you not go on the mission with the others?"

Your attempt at redirecting the conversation was successful but trying to play off your aching knee and now ankle you swore was blowing up in your sock seemed to be the challenge.

You didn't know that mentioning Scott not being on a mission with the others and him not even knowing about the mission was going to be the cause for a never-ending conversation about his feelings.

You didn't talk to Scott much due to conflicting schedules, but boy. When this man speaks, he speaks. It took Natasha coming into the room with Tony to get him to stop talking.

"Hey, Miniscule Man," Tony called out to him, much to Scott's frown. "Could you not talk my nurse's ear off? Thanks. We need them down in their office, where they should be–" Tony gives you a pointed glare to which you innocently whistle and look away. Natasha chuckles softly at your action before Tony continues, "–to do an after-mission check-up and analysis to make sure none of my guys are hurt."

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah." Scott waves Tony off in an apologetic way. "Totally. I was just making sure they were alright and then we started talking and– am I not a part of the team, by the way?" He gestures questioningly towards Tony. The other man only groans in response. "Because I heard that you guys were on a mission and I was like, 'hey, I'm a part of this team too so I should be on the mission', right?"

As Scott continues to ramble on in a conversation Tony can't seem to get away from, Natasha steps over to you with a playful smile on her face. "Come on, My Nurse. Let's get you downstairs and talk about why you're up here in the kitchen and not in your office during hours."

Her voice had a teasing hint in it, her lips trying to suppress a smile but only for Tony's sake. If he wasn't already peeved off from how today's mission went, she wouldn't care about sparing his feelings and making the occasional joke.

You smile warmly at Natasha, your eyes meeting each other's as you both snake away from Tony and Scott and make your way back to your office.

As you two begin your journey down, your girlfriend can't help but notice how you're favoring your right side and trying to keep your face stoic when you're in obvious pain.

She'll mention it to you later, but for now, she wanted to see how far you were going to go in masking your pain.

Just weeks ago, you called her out for doing the very same thing you're doing. She couldn't help but find the irony and humor in this otherwise serious situation.

"So, you gonna talk to me or are you going to let us walk the entire time in silence?" Nat chimed from beside you. "Because I'm perfectly fine with walking in silence. However, you typically ask a lot of questions when we come back from assignments."

You bite the tip of your tongue, both out of embarrassment and suppressed pain. "I do not," you croak.

She raises a brow at the delivery of your sentence but doesn't say anything about it. "Oh, you don't?" She chuckles to herself. "You always ask how it was, if we're okay, if the people are okay, and if anyone needs immediate attention. Actually," Natasha's head tilts in amusement while a snarky smile sits on her face, "I don't seem to remember a time where you didn't ask us questions."

You would be defending yourself and indulging in this witty conversation with her if you couldn't feel your literal knee plate move with each step you make and your ankle pulse.

"Ha ha. You're so funny, Natasha," you dryly express.

Natasha hummed, satisfied with your answer. Out of the corner of her eye, she can your face twist with pain. Her green eyes travel down your legs, more specifically on the leg you're not favoring, and she takes notice of your hand just barely covering the bad knee.

"Okay," Natasha exhales. She stops her movement to look at you with her arms crossed over her chest like a mom. You stop moments after, barely masking the soft hop you had to do to face her. She makes a gesture to your knee. "What did you do?"

"Nothing." You shrug at her. "I didn't do anything."

She scoffs a chuckle, though there was no humor behind the exhale of laughter. "You expect me to believe that? You're limping and holding your knee like a high school football player after a tough game."

You snort. "I don't think that's a fair comparison."

She shrugs. "Doesn't need to be. You're hurt." She steps closer to you, carefully analyzing your legs and how you move as you step—er, hobble—further back.

"Natasha," you mutter, trying to give her actions awareness. Your words fall upon deaf ears. She keeps walking towards you, your proximity threatening to close each time until you hobble backwards. Eventually, she had you backed against the hallway wall. Her eyes remained glued to your legs.

You grunt in slight pain.

Your back pressed against the concrete wall. Your heel and Achilles now throbbing since you scuffed them against the wall as you were backed into it.

"You're hurt." Natasha's voice sliced through the air, her tone firm. Her green eyes flicker up to hers, and while you expected some sort of disappoint in them, you couldn't find that at all. Instead, you found concern and a hint of frustration. "Why would you try to hide that you're hurt?"

You give her a weak shrug. "I didn't think it was anyone's business. It literally just happened a few minutes ago."

Natasha opened her mouth to scold you but decided to listen to your full story before assuming the worst and so, she took a deep breath. "Okay," she strains. "Why didn't you say anything before our walk?"

"Again, I didn't think it was anyone's business. It's just my knee and ankle, okay? I gotta get these evaluations done and then I can tend to my needs if I still need to."

The redhaired woman sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose while the other hand rested on her hip. "Should I remind you that you're a nurse? You, out of all people, should know some things can't be ignored."

"Okay, well, this one thing can. I have a job to do."

You understand Natasha's concern, but you couldn't bring yourself to listen to her statements. You were embarrassed by the way you injured yourself. If someone were to see you icing your knee or walking in somewhere with a wrapped ankle and/or crunches, questions would arise. Questions you really, really didn't want to answer.

Imagine how much of a fool you'd look like telling literal superheroes who survive aliens, falling buildings, and who knows what else that you hurt yourself by trying to get a snack. It was humiliating. Your best bet right now is to ignore the cries of pain your body's making and tend to them later.

After dark.

When everyone, especially your girlfriend, is fast asleep.

"How can you expect to do your job when you literally can't walk?" Natasha retorts. You snort at her, hands on your hips and an interesting smug smile on your face for someone who was in pain mere seconds ago.

"I have a really cool swirly chair."

Natasha deadpanned and met your eye only to find a playful glint in them. The same playful glint you gave her when you made a terrible pun in the examination room the first day you met.

She hated yet loved how your smile made her feel. How she wanted to cup your cheeks or pinch at them teasingly as if she was a grandma. How she wanted to shake her head with a smile she failed to hide, even despite her best efforts. Or how she wanted to place kisses on your cheeks just to make you smile wider.

The training she endured in the Red Room did nothing to prepare her for your smile. Nothing at all.

You know Natasha too well to not notice her own smile trying desperately to break through while she averts her gaze to the side with a snort. The apples of her cheeks puff up just ever so slightly, the beauty mark on her cheekbone making her look cuter than she already was.

"You're a dork," she finally says while letting a smile seep through.

"Yeah, I know. You like it, though."

She can't help the laugh that escapes her. "So," she says, laughter at the end of the word as she crouches down to your knee and applies a gentle pressure around the bone. When you wince, she eases but continues to feel around. "I'm going to ask you again, and I want an actual answer this time. What did you do?"

Her persistence wasn't going to go away. When Natasha Romanoff wants to know something or get something done, she gets it done.

It's an admirable quality until it's used on you.

You groan slightly as she presses a tender part on your knee. She mutters a "sorry" before adjusting so you can sit on the floor with your legs in front of you.

She slowly bends your bad leg and straightens it as she watches you both for an expression of pain and an answer to her question.

"I may or may not have landed wrong when trying to get something. And then tripped, maybe rolled my ankle, and banged my knee against the floor as I tried to grab the door handle for stability."

Natasha shakes her head fondly at you. "You should be more careful. Why would you grab onto a handle to support you? All the handles here are janky."

Your knee eases as she lets the leg lay flat on the floor again, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. She slides across the floor, not caring if she was getting her pants dirty since they were already dirty from the mission. She didn't have time to shower once they came back.

When Tony asked Friday if you were in your office and the AI said no, she immediately volunteered to go find you. Well, more like she told Tony that she was coming with him to find you, even after Friday told him about your exact whereabouts shortly after saying you weren't in your office.

She wanted to see you. She wanted to see what you were up to and to be evaluated first while everyone else took showers because she loved the way you looked at her when you were doing your necessary examinations. It may be selfish, but being selfish isn't a crime.

And yeah, maybe she should've showered so she didn't smell like city buildings, sweat, and ash and have dirt marks on her face, but she didn't care about that. Thank goodness she didn't; otherwise, who would be here to take care of you in this hallway?

"Yeah. All that money and Stark still can't invest in good things like doorknobs," you snicker. Natasha also snickers, now by your feet and just now noticing that you don't have any shoes on.

"Where...?"

"Oh," you chuckle a little. "I had to take my shoes off to get something. Don't worry about it."

Her face squishes in confusion, head tilted and brow raised. "You had to take your shoes off to get something in the kitchen?" she incredulously asks.

"Yeah," you give her an infuriating vague answer with an "innocent" smile. That same smile Stark calls you out on when you try to play the innocent nurse. "As I said, don't worry about it."

All this vagueness that surrounded your answers was really getting on Natasha's nerves. The "maybe's", the "I'm fine's" when you're totally not fine; it was all ticking her off, and all she wanted was a clear answer from you.

"You know," she said as she peeled back some of your sock to expose your bare ankle. "Even if you don't tell me what happened now, I can ask Friday to give me footage from when you fell, and I would find out then."

As you suspected, your ankle was swollen, but that was the least of your worries at the moment.

"So," she moves her head in a way that would fling her braid to the other side, "you can either tell me now and spare yourself the embarrassment, or I can find out through video where I wouldn't hold back my reaction and share with the team." Her eyes narrow towards you, as if she dares you to choose the latter. "Your choice."

Well, with an ultimatum like that, how could you choose the latter?

You let out a sigh of defeat, and Natasha grows giddy on the inside.

Finally, after all the huffs, puffs, and beating around the bush, she was going to get the answer and hear how all of this went down.

When you tell her how you received such injuries, she deadpans again, her face unreadable this time. You couldn't find the hint of a smile, the processing of information, nada. Just green eyes staring back at you with hooded lids.

The silence as her eyes bore into yours felt like forever. Like you were frozen in judgement and you wouldn't be released into the present time until Natasha deemed you as ready.

She puts the sock back around your heel and ankle, nodding to herself as her tongue pokes the inside of her cheek. "Okay."

You lean forward, hanging onto the words you were expecting her to say, but they never come. "'Okay'?" you echo. "That's it? That's all you're going to say?"

Natasha wraps your arm around her shoulder, and she pulls you to your feet. She moves your body so you're leaning onto her as you two continue your journey to your nurse's office. "Well, what do you want me to say, Nurse?" she chimes. You can basically taste the tease coming. "That you were so smart for that 'out-of-the-box thinking' you called yourself doing just to fall and bust your butt? All over a box of Zoomieo's I might add?"

You whine. "They're called Zoom O's. What the heck is a 'zoomieo'?"

She snorts. "I don't know. You tell me since you wanted it so badly." Natasha can't help the laugh that comes from her belly. She tried to be polite and not laugh about your injury to your face, but the situation was too funny not to.

Besides, she's not laughing at you. She's laughing with you.

You know, for when you look back and laugh about this situation in the future? Yeah. She's just getting a head start.

Luckily, the rest of the journey to your office wasn't as far and leaning onto her side definitely made time go by faster, so you don't have to listen to her laughing and endure the embarrassment for long.

She sits you down on the examination bed despite your pleas to sit in your chair. You watch as Widow effortlessly moves around the room, going into the correct cabinets and drawers for the medical supplies she needs.

"How many times are you in here?" you ask, astonished at how well she knew your system.

"Not much at all." She shrugs with a single-use ice pack and ankle wrapping tape in her hands. "I'm just very observant." Taking her seat in the chair, she scoots forward until she's right in front of your legs. "And when I like something, I tend to keep my eyes on it." She gives you a flirty smile you don't dare to look away from before she moves your sock again and tends to the injury.

You don't know where she learned how to tend to someone like this, but you were grateful she did. Although your job is to tend to people and you could tend to your own injuries in your sleep, it felt nice every now and then to be cared for. You were sure Natasha felt the same.

"Okay, now I need you to ice this until the swelling goes down and keep this compressed." She gestures to your now-wrapped ankle with a wide smile. She twirls across the office, still in your chair, to where you keep the ice packs and comes back with another one. "Same with your knee. Ice it. I didn't feel or see any swelling, but that doesn't mean you're not going to be sore."

"And what about yourself, Miss. Widow?" You hum as she comes back to you. She pops the single-use ice pack and shakes it to get the fluids moving. Once the sounds of liquids sloshing around turns into ice sloshing around, she presses the pack to your knee.

"What about me?"

"Well, don't you and the team need some tending to? I can't do that if I'm icing."

"Oh," she chuckles through a smirk, "so now you listen to me." You playfully roll your eyes before she continues. "Don't worry about us. No one is really hurt from today. Tony's just a little pissed off and wanted to make sure we didn't have smoke in our lungs. That's something all the robots around here can detect and fix. Right now, I'm all about taking care of you."

Smitten and bashful, you smile to yourself. "Okay... and that smell of smoke in your hair?"

"Ain't nothing a shower can't fix, sweetheart." She pats your good knee twice before rising from the chair and cleaning up the mess she made. "I'm gonna take you to your room and then after I shower, I'm going to check up on you."

Again, Natasha moves around your office as if she was the one that built it brick-by-brick and organized it from medical supply to medical supply. You knew Natasha had a nurturing nature to her, yet you never thought you would be the one to receive it. Not in a million years, not even in daydreams.

As she finishes up her cleaning and sanitizing, her back to you, your heart can't help but swell by the gestures and the things she did for you today.

You knew your relationship was more than nurse/patient, and being each other's partner definitely aided in that, but after what she did today, your relationship status finally felt real.

You were Natasha Romanov's girlfriend and she was yours.

"Do you need anything else from me in here?" she asked, removing her jacket to reveal the black tank top she had on underneath. You had to pull your gaze away from her toned arms, not wanting to get caught staring as you did once before, though seeing them was always a treat.

"No," you reply, voice barely above a grateful whisper. "Thank you."

She slings her jacket over her shoulders before doing the same with your arm and helping you off the exam bed. "No problem. Just don't pull a me, okay? If we're going to be partners and work together, there's only enough room for one of us to hide our injuries, and I prefer it not to be my cute nurse."

You can't help but snicker as joyful fleeting feelings fill up your stomach as the two of you walk to your together. "Yeah, yeah."

After feeling like you had to keep your injuries to yourself and convincing yourself that you would be the one doing all the nurturing in your romantic relationships, Natasha took no time in proving you wrong, and that was something you didn't dare to complain about.

FIN.

WC: 4,344

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Quick Question!

Hi guys! I know I haven't posted in a while, I'm sorry about that! I recently lost motive to complete some of the drafts I have which brings me to a question I want to ask you guys.

Would y'all be okay with me posting scraps or would you rather me trash what I have now and post full one-shots?

I really want to get some stuff out for you all, but if you guys would rather a new, fully completed one-shot over something not completed, I would like to do that instead. Let me know!

Thanks a million,

Peach <3

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Hii, I LOVE UR FICS!! 🫶🫶🫶 so i was wondering what would caitvi do when their S/O was on their period 🤔🤔 (idk if this is PG-13 😭)

Love, anon

Hi! Yes, this is perfectly PG-13. Thanks for requesting!

Shark Week | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of CaitVi with a S/O on their period!

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: No Y/n, Not Proofread, No Spoilers(S2)

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– Caitlyn and Vi are understanding when their partner is on their period. The pair gets them too so they know how excruciating periods can be emotionally and physically.

– If you're the person who gets cramps really badly to the point where it makes you nauseated or cry, they're always there to provide for you.

– They give you medicine, home remedies, heating pads, and tons of cuddles if you want them. One of them always has a hand on your abdomen when you cuddle. They think it's comforting to have their hand there and honestly, the touch from them and the warmth from their hand is so you never told them to pull away.

– (Unless you were in so much pain that you didn't want to be touched).

– Vi and Caitlyn get you whatever snack you need when you're on your period.

– Let's say you're a huge fan of chocolate, on and off your period, so the girls get you a small basket of all the chocolate they could find or your favorite just because they know it soothes you.

– Maybe you like spicy food instead on your period. Caitlyn finds that a bit strange since spicy foods typically make cramps worse... but they get you spicy food anyway.

– If you're the type of person who gets really emotional on their period, Vi and Caitlyn understand and try not to rock the boat too much or lend an understanding ear.

– Maybe a commercial with a puppy in it made you burst into tears or maybe the kitchen cabinet didn't close the right way so you exploded into a rage and cussed the cabinet out. Either way, they don't judge and always try to talk you down from your rage or ease you when you're crying.

– Of course, the two of them look at each other in a mix of fear and concern when you get ridiculously angry over inanimate objects, but they keep their comments to themselves. (Or at least wait till you aren't in the room to talk about it).

– When you three are out and about or working and your period comes unexpectedly, somehow, they're always prepared.

– Caitlyn never leaves the house without some period products on her. One time a cute girl needed a pad the day Caitlyn didn't have one in her bag and she's regretted it ever since. So in addition to pads, she keeps tampons and liners in her bag too.

– If you're the one to use a cup, she'll only have a brand-new one still packaged in her bag but only when you guys aren't home for days at a time. Otherwise, you gotta deal with the pads and tampons.

– If you're out and you bleed through, Vi is the first to see (if you don't spot it first) and will guide you to a different room to change. The girl will literally give you the pants off her legs to help you out. She doesn't care.

– Obviously, she can't walk around in public with no pants on, no matter how much you and Caitlyn loved her legs, so you would decide on using her jacket as a coverup instead.

– Around shopping centers or stores, they won't hesitate to buy you a new pair of underwear, pants, and more period products when you bleed through.

– If you're at their workplace, they already have a few extra pair of clothes because sometimes, they bleed through too

– And if you're at home, they'll just tell you kindly if you didn't spot it first.

– If your period stained the sheets, hey it happens sometimes, they'll clean the sheets without a problem.

– Honestly, CaitVi are really understanding about periods and won't ever judge. (Unless you're being a little mean to the sink faucet because it's not getting hot quick enough).

– Another thing they like to do with you is cuddle up with your favorite snacks and what whatever movies you want to see. If you have no movies in mind, then you three would find movies that sound interesting.

– You always fall asleep first if the pain isn't too much to bear. You couldn't help it.

– You were warm, fed, well cared for, and cuddled in the comfort of your bed surrounded by your girlfriends who would do anything to make sure you're happy.

WC: 716

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hello!! i love your writing, so may i ask? may you write about fem!reader x caitvi with a reader that does ballet? thank you!🌷🌷💋

Sure! I'm a ballet dancer myself so I'm happy to do this request!

En Pointe | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of CaitVi with a ballet dancer girlfriend!

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: No Spoilers(S2), She/Her Pronouns, Not Proofread, Suggestive Themes (Second to Last Paragraph)

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– As someone who's also physically active, Vi makes sure you're taking care of your body after long nights of rehearsal.

– She gives you supplements that help with muscle recovery, makes you protein shakes or smoothies that help you last throughout dress rehearsals or performances, etc.

– She also will invite you to work out with her when your teachers tell you that you need to work on conditioning or stamina.

– If you're running late to practice and your hair is a mess, Caitlyn will always be there to help you with it. Whether that's putting it in a ponytail so you can put it in a bun later or flat-out doing the bun for you while you prepare snacks and waters for class.

– Furthermore, the girls love to attend your rehearsals to watch you dance or to get familiar with your dance studio/school. Sometimes they come during late-night practices with dinner or during early morning practices so they can take you out for brunch later.

– When the time comes for pointe shoe fitting, trust that Lady Caitlyn and Vi are right there at your appointment. The two of them are astonished with how pointe shoes work and never knew how much care and preparation goes into them.

–––

"What do you mean you have to sew them yourself?" Vi asked after her first fitting with you, appalled to hear that the ribbons and elastic come separately.

"Some teachers and dancers prefer different styles of ribbon, elastic, cut, and placement so to make things easier on the pointe shoe makers, the dancers sew the shoes themselves," you informed Vi but Caitlyn was nearby taking notes.

–––

– On days when you forgot a certain pair of shoes or tights, one of the girls would rush home to grab them for you. Even if they were in the middle of work.

– And on the off chance that they can't leave work to help you out, Caitlyn either finds or hires someone to purchase a new pair of shoes for you and then deliver them to your location.

– Safe to say you have many pairs of canvas ballet shoes and even contemporary/jazz shoes if you dabble in those genres too.

– Upon supporting you through your practices and giving you motivation on hard days, Caitlyn and Vi are always there at your shows and performances with flowers or a stuffed animal if you don't like flowers.

– They've told their family and friends about the show too so you have at least two rows, or one really big row, of supporters at every one of your performances.

– Caitlyn would get her family, Jayce, Mel, maybe even Viktor while Vi gets her crew (Yes, including Vander, Mylo, and Claggor), and her sister to attend. Even some of the coworkers Vi got close to attend your shows sometimes.

– After every show, they make sure to feed you. So if you're in between shows, for instance you finished a morning show but you still have an afternoon and evening performance, they would quickly get you food from a nearby restaurant if craft services wasn't provided or good.

– If you only had one show that didn't cut too late into the night, they take you to whichever restaurant you want.

– It could be a restaurant you saw on the way to the venue that you wanted to try or your favorite one back home. Either way, you're getting fed and they're happy to pay for whatever you want.

– On days when practice was an absolute ass and your body was a mess and too sore to function, Caitlyn offers to draw you a warm bath while Vi offers to draw you an ice bath.

– Sometimes they get into petty arguments about which bath is better and what you truly need at the time but usually, they come to a decision on their own.

– After your bath, warm, ice, or both, a meal would already be ready for you and the bed open for your laying.

– If you were too tired to eat, one of them would feed you in bed while the other massaged your sore muscles and applied muscle repair cream.

– If you're one to enjoy adult activities, sometimes the massaging gets carried away. Especially if you're just in your towel. But trust, it's all consensual and if you're not in the mood for such activities, the girls don't even encourage it.

– Okay, that's all! Hope you guys enjoyed <3

WC: 732

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Okay I saw your korrasami x Reader fic and I loved it so much can’t wait for the next part. Whenever you have time would you be able to do a lil fic where Korrasami gets jealous/irritated the reader is being hit on? Maybe relationship isn’t established yet but the situation prompts them to confess 👀 have a good one!

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for the love! Second part of KorrAsami x Reader is out btw! (This post came out wayyy later than envisioned).

The Green-Eyed and Blue-Eyed Monsters | KorrAsami x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Korra and Asami don't take it lightly when their shared crush gets hit on and when one thing leads to another, a confession ensures. ╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Jealousy, No Y/n, Not Proofread, Jealous Korra, Somehow Even More Jealous Asami, Oblivious Reader, Impromptu Confessions

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There was something in the summer air. Maybe it was the smell of the blooming flowers and fruits or the bustling sound of merchants advertising their fresh and homemade treats. Whichever or whatever it was, Korra and Asami weren't here for it.

People of all genders, shapes, and sizes kept complimenting you and making small talk. It was cute at first. The pair thought it was about time you were complimented for how you dress, how your skin glows under the sun's rays and your bright smile. But once the compliments became flirtier, they decided they had enough.

See, there's something Korra and Asami keep to themselves. Something that no one else, not even Team Avatar, knew about. And that was the pathetic crush they had on you.

They can't pinpoint when or how the crush developed, they just knew they had one on you and wanted you to be a part of their relationship.

You didn't notice the crush they had on you. They didn't act weird or out of character, and the compliments they gave you seemed normal. Something someone who's "just-a-friend," tells someone else who is also "just-a-friend".

Maybe your lack of understanding of flirtatious compliments is why you couldn't tell what these attractive strangers were doing. You thought they were being friendly!

"Asami, I'm reaching my limit," Korra said out the side of her mouth. The three of you were standing by a merchant booth. You wore clothes in that color that made Asami and Korra both crumble to their knees while the couple wore their typical summer gear. Turned out this Earthbender also liked that color on you, since she was flirting shamelessly with you in front of Korra and Asami.

"It's okay, Korra," Asami whispered to her girlfriend. "They deserve to be flirted with. They're cute and they're glowing a little more than usual today. It only makes sense that people saw it too."

"Yeah, but we're supposed to be the ones flirting with them!" whispered-exclaimed Korra, slamming her fists onto the merchant's counter. The elderly man scolded Korra and demanded she pay for the dent she made in the wood. "It was already there before, old man!"

The man raised a fist, scolding her more. Asami pulled Korra away from the booth, an apologetic smile on her face as she did so. "Korra," Asami spoke once they were distanced away from the elderly merchant. "We both agreed not to flirt with them until we got a signal that they liked us back."

Korra shrugged Asami's hands off her shoulders with her lips twisted in a scowl. "Well, I'm beginning to regret that agreement. It's stupid. How would they know we like them if we don't flirt?"

Asami shrugged. "I don't know. You're the one that made up the rule." She then snickered at Korra's incoherent grumbles and mumbles. "Look, just because you can't handle when people flirt with you, Kor, doesn't mean others can't either." Your voice is what saved Asami from an angry, yet flustered Avatar exclaiming protests.

"Hey, guys!" You greeted, the apples of your cheeks bright from how hard you were cheesing. "Why are we over there?"

Asami laughed, wrapping her arm around Korra's waist. "Because Korra was going to get into it with that older gentleman." You dramatically gasped, jaw slacked down to your chest.

"Please!" Korra protested with a laugh. "I didn't do anything. He was yelling at me about some dent that was already in his counter. He just wanted to con me into paying so he could get a new counter."

"Whatever the motive was," laughed Asami, "we moved over here to not cause a scene. Plus, it looked like you were getting all flirty with that girl anyway," the engineer teased.

You laughed. "Nah, she was just saying she loved my outfit and how it brought out the color in my eyes."

Korra's brows knitted together, arms crossed under her chest. "Yeah... that's flirting."

You only snicker as a rebuttal but Korra's face didn't change. You faced Asami but she wore the same expression. Was that girl really flirting? She kept spewing compliments and her eyes, well, they were super focused on you. Maybe even too focused? Her body was facing you and if you knew anything about body language, that meant she was interested in you or the conversation at least.

"Hey, excuse me?" A voice from behind you took you out of your thoughts. You turned on your heels to find a girl wearing an obnoxiously large jade necklace that she paired with her all-purple outfit. Even though the outfit was quite extreme, her tan skin made her glow and somehow, the different shades of purple just worked.

"Oh, hi!" You beamed a bright smile as you faced her. The same smile Korra and Asami worked tirelessly to see on your face day after day. The same smile Korra and Asami spoke about deep into the night when they finally succeeded in their attempts.

The couple loved your smile, how you showed off your teeth and gums, and how when it showed on your face, it was genuine and came from affection... So, why the heck was this smile on your face for this random girl?

Oh, jealousy. What an interesting and sometimes ugly feeling.

Asami's eyebrows knitted together, hands skeptically placed on her hips as she watched Jade Girl pull out a small basket of fruits from behind her back. They were bright, signaling how perfectly ripe they were, and there was an assortment of fruits, all the way from the Southern Water Tribe to where the Northern Air Temple once was.

"You don't have to accept this if you don't want to, but I saw you from the entrance of the market and knew I had to give you something. You're so pretty and deserved the fruits,"—her own laugh interrupted her sentence. Korra and Asami rolled their eyes—"of my labor!"

Somehow your smile brightened. The warmth of the sun sinking into your skin and now traveling up your body filled you with a buzz. What did you do to owe the pleasure? The people here sure were friendly. "Aw, thank you!" Your voice was a peculiar high pitch as you graciously accepted the basket, her purple manicured nails and slender fingers brushing against your fingers.

You would be lying if you said it didn't make you giddy.

"This is so sweet. Oh, wow. You even have jackfruit!" You showed the basket to Asami and Korra and the girls momentarily put on a smile as your attention was on them but then dropped when your attention returned to the beautiful stranger.

"Yes," giggled the woman with her hands clasped. "My family and I are, as some may say, wizards or magicians in the fruit department. It all started from my great-great-great-great grandfather, I think I missed a few greats, and his connection with Hei-Ran, Avatar Kuruk's firebending teacher. Y'know," she stepped closer to you and took a hold of your hands on the basket's handle.

Asami stepped forward protectively, hands in fists but Korra pulled her back by her shoulder with the shake of her head. Even if she was enjoying Asami's experience with the jealousy she's been feeling all day, stopping this interaction and maybe getting in trouble because of it, wasn't worth it.

Korra frowned at herself in disgust. Ew... Has she turned into Tenzin?

"I could take you for a tour of my family's orchard," continued the Jade-Fruit-Tan-Pretty Girl—Korra and Asami couldn't keep up with the adjectives they had for this extremely forward, go-getter type of woman—continuing to hold your hands and bounced on her heels as she spoke. "Maybe even as a date? If you're into that?"

The Avatar and engineer gave curious glances in your direction. Were you into that? A pretty girl shamelessly flirting with you, giving you gifts, and offering to give you a tour of her family's orchard that's been around since before you were even alive? Since before the great Aang was alive?

You gave the woman a flattered chuckle but pulled your hands away from hers. "Oh, wow, um." Suddenly, the heat and buzz the sun was giving you was too much, almost overwhelming and unnecessary as it scratched the back of your throat and made your cheeks glow in embarrassment. "Thank you but I'm afraid I'm going to have to say no. You're gorgeous and trust me, if this was any other circumstance i would say yes but I'm not really-- I don't--"

"Oh, my Spirits! Are you not into women? I'm so sorr--"

"No, no!" You waved your hands so fast in defense that you forgot you were holding the basket of delicate fruits. Korra used her airbending through muffled snickers and giggles to float the basket in her direction and placed it neatly at her feet. "I'm into women," you claimed a little too loudly. A few bystanders shot curious expressions your way but otherwise went about their day. "Trust me. I. Am. In. To. Women."

Watching you stumble over your words in an attempt to clear up the situation to the Jade Girl was amusing to watch, even Asami thought so. "At least one thing's clear," her green eyes met Korra's blue and without many words, they knew exactly what to say.

"They're into women," the two said simultaneously, finally letting their laughter and giggles break through their words. Your cheeks only warmed up more as you heard them in the background.

If you were trying to shoot your shot with this woman, you would have failed thanks to your fumbling and lack of charisma but luckily, you weren't. And double luckily, Asami's and Korra's laughter drowned out the real reason why you had to turn Jade Girl down and she left understandingly.

"Are you done?" you grumbled to the girls, picking your favorite fruit from the basket and inspecting it before taking a bite. You stood in front of them with your arms crossed and cheeks puffed out like an angry bunny.

Korra laughed, shoulders bobbing up and down as she wrapped her arms around her midriff. "I dunno," the Avatar's tone was heard through her laughs, "are you sure you're into girls?"

"Oh, shut up!" You threw a navel orange to her arm but she dodged it when she hurled over in laughter.

"We're sorry," Asami said in a horrible attempt of stifling her laughter. "It's too funny. If no one was sure of your sexuality before, they are now."

Korra cackled from her hunched-over position, collapsing onto her knees as she wheezed and wheezed. Watching her face turn from brown to a reddish-brown would be a sight to see if her maniacal laughter wasn't so alarming.

You thought with how hard she was laughing that she would forget to breathe but the opposite was true. She was breathing just fine, she was just dramatic, and watching you try to defend yourself was better than watching Bolin crash and burn in front of Opal. Sorry, Bolin.

Embarrassed yet pleased with how this situation seemed to make the two of them smile, you ate more of your fruit with a slight huff. "Yeah, yeah. Don't rub it in."

"Man." Korra finally pulled herself up from the ground with chuckles still coming out of her. Tears of laughter rolled down her cheeks and there were slight stains from them and the ground on her pants, but she didn't seem to care if she noticed. "That was great." She rested an arm on Asami's shoulder, still chuckling to herself as she brought her attention to you. "So, if your sexuality wasn't a problem, why did you turn that girl down?"

Huh. You quickly found out that you preferred her cracking a lung out on the street than her asking questions you didn't want to answer.

"Uhh," you grabbed your basket with a shy lipbite, "don't even worry about it."

"Uh, no?" Korra snorted. "I'm nosy and I want to know."

"Korra," Asami's warning tone fell upon deaf ears as the darker-skinned girl continued.

"Come on," whined Korra. "I'm the Avatar and you're a part of my team. I wanna know what's going on in my team's lives including their love lives."

Asami rose a brow at her statement. Korra never cared about anyone else's love life unless it somehow involved her.

...

Oh!

So, they were flirting with you now. Asami crossed her arms as smug as the smile that appeared on her lips. She could see the gears turning in your head and saw that you were so close to figuring Korra, and herself, out but weren't exactly there yet.

"She just wasn't my type," you admitted. You resumed your walk down the market, not expecting anyone to follow but given Asami's and Korra's reputation with persistence, you knew they would.

"And so what girl is your type then?" Asami prompted, she and Korra just a few steps behind you as you mindlessly swung your fruit basket.

Was this really how this was going to go down? You've envisioned this scene many times before and never have they gone down this way. This was supposed to be romantic, a moment to remember forever once you were sure you weren't going to freak them out with this.

"Because that Earthbender girl was pretty cute too," resumed Asami. "But you turned her down as well."

"To be fair, babe," Korra chimed in, "they didn't know she was flirting. They probably didn't know Jade-Necklace-'You're-So-Pretty' Girl was flirting either until she asked them out."

With her snort, you turned around swift on your heels and pointed at her. "Y'know, for someone in a relationship, you're weirdly obsessed with the people who may or may not be flirting with me."

Korra only gave you a nonchalant shrug. "So?"

"So, your girlfriend is right there!" You gestured to Asami who looked indifferent to the whole situation. She was interested in your love life too, for personal reasons just as much as Korra's, but she kept it under wraps better than her girlfriend. "Asami, aren't you at least upset by this?"

Asami mimicked the shrug Korra gave you seconds ago. "No."

"'No'?!"

"Yeah, 'no'," she snickered. "I'm just as curious as Korra and I don't see any harm in getting to know why you turned down every person that flirted with you today. They have eyes. They see the beauty I see in you every day."

"Okay, calm down," you awkwardly laughed. "Your girlfriend is right there."

"Oh, I know." Asami adjusted her crossed arms, her smugness still apparent in her body language. She even quipped a teasing, almost knowing brow. "She sees it too."

The confused, puzzled, and shocked noise that came out of your body made Korra chuckle as your eyes flickered to hers. She didn't know it was confession time until Asami blatantly flirted with you right in front of her, but she wasn't opposed. "Yeah. I think you're pretty cute."

"Excuse me?!" your voice was reaching the same volume and pitch you used when you tried to explain your sexuality to the jade girl but you couldn't help it. The people you were crushing on, who were in a relationship with each other mind you, were calling you beautiful and cute and not in the way friends do.

You may not pick up on flirting often, but you could pick up on the tones and vibes the couple was trying so hard for you to pick up on. How long were they trying to get you to notice? With how seamlessly Korra joined Asami on the compliment train, this couldn't be a first-time offense.

Asami took your questioning silence as a sign to keep going. "Honestly, today was kind of hard for us." The woman took an apple from the basket and rubbed it on the chest of her shirt. She took a bite, as if she wasn't about to share world-altering information with you. "Korra and I had to keep seeing and listening to these people flirt with you and compliment you--"

"Oh, I'm sorry--"

"Aht," Korra held up a finger, interrupting your interruption. "People with flirting with you should never be something you have to apologize for. Even if it upsets someone. You're attractive, it's about time people, even if they aren't us, act upon it."

You weren't given time to process what Korra said before Asami spoke again, after her bite of apple.

"Anyway, I was getting real tired of seeing these people flirt with you and all I could do was sit back and take it. Why? Because I, we, weren't sure how you felt about it. We didn't know if you didn't respond to our flirts because you were oblivious or uncomfortable and after today, it's clear you were oblivious.

"And so after Fruit Basket Girl, I've had enough. Korra and I spoke about this countless of times, night after night, but we still couldn't figure out a perfect way to tell you this." Asami wrapped her arms around her girlfriend who did the same to her.

Anticipation filled your body and soared through your veins. Asami ate more of her apple and basically left you hanging on a really thin thread, urging her to continue and aching for the rest of her answer.

The crushing weight of the anticipation was so large that even Korra nudged Asami to continue. "What?" the raven whispered down to her girlfriend. Korra shot a pointed look in your direction and Asami could only chuckle. "No, it's your turn. I've done my job."

Flushed cheeks and breath of heat, Korra huffed before standing straighter with a fist proudly resting on her hip. "Asami and I have a crush on you. A pretty big one. I guess this one couldn't take the jealousy anymore and impulsively wanted to confess to you right here, right now, in front of this poor woman's pickled goods stand."

The three of you drifted your gaze to a woman in her late 50s, huddled over on her wooden stool with an assortment of jars surrounding her counter, shelves, and even the back of her stall eyeing the three of you with green-framed glasses. "Oh," she waved you three off, smiling fondly. "Don't let my presence stop you. I got teenagers and they're never this open with me about their love life. This is entertainment."

Korra's jaw slacked in bewilderment before she protectively reached out to grab your arm to lead you and Asami out of the market and around the corner where no one but a stray dog drinking out of a water bowl was.

"Okay," Korra addressed the two of you. "Now that we have no other intruders, I guess that just leaves you to talk. Asami and I have a crush on you and we know this is coming out of nowhere but what do you think about that? Did we freak you out?"

If a future version of yourself were to tell you that all it took to get the ladies of your dreams was a market, a cute stranger, and a fruit basket, you wouldn't have believed them and yet, here you are. Standing in front of two smart, fierce women who fought and preserved to get whatever they put their minds to.

Who would've thought they wanted you in the way you wanted them?

Korra's and Asami's stomachs churned and stirred in nauseating anticipation, the feeling alone making their knees wobble like jelly and their minds dizzy.

Simultaneously, they had no thoughts and every thought known to man swirling around their head.

Their waiting for your answer made their mind go quiet yet their worrying over ruining their relationship with you made them think about anything and everything.

What if you didn't want to see them anymore? What if they read the situation wrong entirely and you never saw them in that light?

The two of them conversed about the stolen glances you would take at them, thinking they didn't catch you but they did each and every time you would look at them. They would see the way you would smile at the other when she was wrapped up in her own world and how you would get lost in one's eyes as they spoke in group settings.

They were sure they read every situation as what it was: you crushing back on them. But as you stood in front of them with an unreadable expression on your face, light brown basket playing at the tips of your fingers, doubts clouded their minds.

You finally blinked into reality when a stray piece of wood poked at your pointer thumb. "Whoa, sorry. Uh, I guess I'm just shocked. I never thought this day would come." Asami's and Korra's lips upturned into a smile as they saw yours do the same. "Yeah, I like you two goobers back. I didn't think it would take jealousy to get us here," you gave them a laugh. "If I would've known that, I would've gotten you jealous a long time ago."

The couple gave you dry laughs, wrapping their arms around your shoulders.

"Absolutely not," said Asami.

"You do that and you will go back to being girlfriend-less," said Korra.

You snickered as you were happily held between them as you made your way back home. "Wow. Tough crowd-- Hey!"

The stray dog came crashing into your fruit basket, making the woven item crash onto the ground and get stomped on as the dog pounced on it to feast on the fruit the basket possessed.

"My fruit." You frowned. Every single piece of fruit, if not squashed or ate by the seemingly perfectly-weight dog, was dirtied. Some fruit juice grew to make a stain in the beige-colored gravel.

"Good doggy," Asami cooed at it. Korra, though agreeing with her statement, swatted at her arm with a laugh. "What?" She glanced between the two of you. "That dog is eating what that girl left behind. We're together now, we don't need that jade girl's basket." She held her chin up high as if she was the queen but a playful smile hinted at the corner of her lips.

You and Korra shared a laugh before continuing your trek back home. The fruit was probably better off with the dog anyway. You probably weren't going to eat much of it when you got home, not if Asami's and Korra's jealousy had anything to do with it.

WC: 3,752

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Hii, i just read all and i mean ALL of ur fics, but i saw you wrote for arcane women and was wondering if you could write headcanons abt them with a socially awkward/anxious reader?? If not thats A-Ok 👌 with me

Sure! How is everyone doing after the first three eps? I still haven't seen it but the edits I've seen... oh boy.

"I Got You." | Arcane Ladies Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: How the ladies of Arcane(Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Mel) act with a socially awkward and/or anxious partner

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Spoiler Free, On The Shorter Side, Cursing, Not Proofread

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JINX

– At first, Jinx didn't get that you were socially awkward. She was used to people being awkward or even scared around her so she thought it was the same case with you until you two got closer.

– After knowing that your awkwardness was just you and not your fear of her, she observed you in social situations and noted what made you more anxious than normal.

– For example, she noticed you're more anxious and timid in bigger, louder spaces but if a space was quiet and quaint, you would be just fine so she often took you to quiet places for dates.

– If Jinx notices you're anxious in places you typically aren't, without a doubt she's removing you from the situation and taking you home where you can relax. No words, just grabs and tugs.

– She's tried the pep talk route before but it ended up in her rambling and somehow planning a terrorist scheme aloud... (yeah, a few patrons quickly left the area after hearing that), so she decided to scrap that idea altogether.

– At home though she would prepare what she calls, "A Safety Nest". It was a place in your shared space that had all your favorite things and trinkets, and she usually kept the space dimly lit and played your favorite music to calm you down.

– In social interactions where you take the lead in conversation, Jinx would quietly encourage you with big, almost alarming smiles and "gentle" pats on your back. Let's face it, Jinx can be socially awkward herself.

– Once the conversation concludes, she'll jump on you proudly, ruffle up your clothing, and pinch your cheeks endearingly all while calling you weird nicknames and quoting what you said while mimicking your tone and cadence.

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VI

– Before you've had your first real conversation together, Vi could sense that you were an anxious individual.

– You fidgeted with your body while speaking, didn't hold eye contact long, and used a decent amount of filler words to casualize your sentences.

– She thought it was endearing to watch you act and move as if you thought no one truly cared about what you were saying or were afraid of boring others but you never bored her. She didn't think it was possible.

– You had tells and quips that revealed themselves with each conversation you two had. You showed more and more of your personality the more you got comfortable with her too. Vi loved it.

– When you spoke to her, especially when you went on tangents about things you were interested in, she always showed signs of active listening by nodding and asking follow-up questions. Even days later, she'll bring up the topic again to see if you have any updates.

– She made you feel seen and heard, something you've subconsciously craved. And when you went on your worry rambles, she consoled you and tried her best to stop you from spiraling.

– You thought about a lot of things and oftentimes about things no one else thought about. Vi thought your brain must've been exhausted with all the worries, doubts, and judgments that were usually wrapped up as others' but were truly your own; it was a lot for one person to handle so she strove to let you know that you were not alone.

– Is there a night you can't sleep because of your racing mind? Vi is there, holding you or reassuring you that everything is going to be okay. She can't sleep until you do anyway so why not speed the process along?

– You often had yourself stuck with your head stressing and worrying about multiple things at once and Vi was always there to bring you down to Earth.

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CAITLYN

– Caitlyn's an encourager and a comforter with you.

– She's patient and silently allows you to take your time when gathering your thoughts midconversation but she'll also be the one to say, "It's okay, take your time," in the sweetest way possible.

– If there's an instance when you two are out and about and you really want something but are too scared to get it, she'll spring into action and get that thing for you. (Even if it was just a napkin).

– The only time she's frazzled socially is when you both are in an unfamiliar area and need to ask for directions. She'll stumble over her words and try to get someone's attention but they're moving too fast to hear her soft words.

– She'll get frustrated and you end up comforting her, but after a few backrubs, she's ready to try again. Her voice is strong and powerful, and people have no problem hearing her.

– You secretly thank whomever you have to for her determination but there was no way in hell you were going to walk up to a stranger and ask for directions like a tourist... which you were.

– Since Caitlyn's job has her socializing with a lot of people, she can get burnt out easily. Especially if work hasn't been going her way lately but even if she's burnt out and tired, if you seem to be more awkward or anxious than her, she's more than happy to step up socially.

– When you both have someplace to attend to or some event that holds significance, Caitlyn will not hesitate to stage a "social rehearsal" with you. She'll make flashcards of topics you could bring up, you'll both dress accordingly for the event in her living room, and she'll pretend to be an assortment of people so you can get used to different personalities all at once.

– It may seem like this is all for you, but honestly it helps her too. Sometimes she misses the personal cues of conversation leading the other to think she's a black-and-white thinking who has no time for pleasanties. Not true! She's very pleasant... sometimes she's just shy.

– Shyness is not a crime!

– After talking with the host and a few others she has to talk to due to her job, her social battery is depleted. She's extremely thankful you're able to recognize this and suggest leaving early. What would you two do without each other?

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SEVIKA

– Oh, man. This lady found your awkwardness charming as hell.

– Your awkwardness was different than all the nerds and scaly-beings she's forced to be around. You were cute, looked perfect sitting next to her, and your awkwardness, as mentioned before, had a certain charming quality she can't quite place.

– She'll see you in your workplace trying to make casual conversation or small talk but none of your topics seemed to be landing. Your coworkers would give you a thin pressed-lips smile that she wanted to strike off of them to your attempts and then scoff at you behind your back.

– You were authentically yourself and those bastards didn't know what to do with it. They were scared, not her though.

– When you two got closer and comfortable enough with each other that you could tease one another or make playful jabs at the other's expense, no doubt she would tease you about your awkwardness.

– With those gorgeous eyes of yours, you would look everywhere else but her own, prompting her to say, "You know you can look me in the eyes, right? I won't bite", with the stupidest most shit-eating smirk on her face. And then when you look at her, a bit shocked and playfully annoyed, her smirk would only grow. "Unless you want me to."

– Sevika never made your awkwardness seem like a flaw. Your awkwardness came with you and she wanted all of you so she often encouraged your awkwardness.

– If she caught you trying to "reel" it in or realizing that you've talked for a few seconds too long, she'll playfully scold you and tell you to continue or to "let it out". Y'know. As someone who seethes dominance does.

– There would be an instance in which you go to Sevika asking for advice to be "less awkward" and her only response would be, "Why? I like your awkwardness, you don't need to change it. Anyone else who thinks otherwise is a sad loser and don't deserve to be in your life anyways."

– like damnnnn, okay!

– Safe to say you never asked her a question like that again.

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MEL

– Mel understands your worries about what others think and the awkwardness that can come with it so she likes to help you in any way she can.

– If you're stressed about a council meeting and afraid of what everyone's going to think about the new perspective you'd like to bring to the table, she'll reassure you and tell you she's right by your side.

– If she can't physically with her hand on the small of your back, she give you nods of encouragement, raise her brows proudly, and look at you with that sense of pride and admiration in her golden eyes.

– After the meeting goes well, which she knew would, she'll congratulate you with your favorite drink and a night in doing all your favorite things.

– Even if there were parts in the meeting that were rocky, like the council people asking questions you weren't prepared for or getting rowdy, she'll say you did an excellent job and what you presented will help the people of Piltover.

– Oh, and don't think for a second that she wasn't sending glares and daggers to those who stirred up your anxiety even more. If looks could kill.

– Mel sees that sometimes your awkwardness and anxiety result in people-pleasing and she would shut that down real quick. She's fallen into that dangerous pool before and knows how hard it feels when you disappoint others and how much harder it is to get out of that mindset.

– She can get quite spirited with her encouragement...

– "Well, if they don't like it, that's on them! They don't know something good when they see it." "I've learned that hard way that you can't please everyone. You might as well say what you have to now. They can get over themselves later."

– It's actually quite attractive to see her stand up for you, even if she was standing up for the possibility.

– Always keeping her words in your mind, you find yourself navigating through life easier and you only have her to thank.

WC: 1,705

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VI WITH A READER WHO FREAKS OUT AT EVERY OITTLE OUNCE IF ATTENTION SHE GIVES THEM

AHHH THATS SO CUTE. I also decide to change this up a bit and made Vi a pro-boxer. Enjoy!

The Fan Turned Partner | Vi x Reader Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of Boxer!Vi with a partner who freaks out when given attention.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Uses of the term "fangirl" in a genderless way, Not Proofread, Boxer!Vi, Fan!Reader, Headcanons + Brief Narrative Prose

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– Okay, this reader is giving me fangirl energy.

– Like how the gays of the Arcane fandom go crazy over edits or feral over fanart.

– Before you got together with Vi, you would watch her matches online and arrange watch parties during the season.

– You would deck yourself out in merch, paint her initials on your cheek, and you even got yourself a red jacket to match hers.

– For your birthday, your friend got you tickets to see her in person and passes to her meet and greet!

– Obviously, you were geeked. You were going to see your favorite boxer, and celebrity crush, in the flesh and meet her!

– In the line for her meet and greet, you tried to be civil. You tried not to freak out about how pretty she looked and how she interacted with the kids who came to see her, and you tried to convince yourself that the eye contact you two made was all in your head.

– You were 20th in line. There was no way she could see you from there. As your friend said: "Everyone thinks their favorite is looking at them. It's all a delusion."

– You tried to drill that statement into your head but as you gained proximity, there was a voice in your head telling you that what your friend said wasn't true.

– You two did make eye contact. That smile on the corner of her lips was real and you were the cause.

– When your turn came, your delusions were confirmed. She did look at you. She said it herself.

– "Hey! You've been in line for a while. Thanks for waiting so patiently."

– Uhm, hellooooo. She was totally taking glances at you. How else would she have known that you've been waiting for a long time? Totally not because she can gauge the line's length and the amount of time it's taking her to get through everyone. Totally not.

– Anyway, as you two encountered, (your friend stayed back to give you your moment), your eyes couldn't help but sparkle when you met Vi's. Her gorgeous gray eyes, her pink hair that was way more vivid in person. Even her height. God, her height.

– You were obsessed with it.

– You knew she had to be on the taller side, but even the tallest person in the world looks 2 inches on a TV screen. ___

"Hey, you okay?" Vi smiled at you. Her eyes scanned yours, aware of your starstruckness but also looking for any signs that said you were indeed not okay. She had her hand on the small of your back and you almost felt like palpating. Well, that was until your friend, Hannah, snapped you out of your daze.

"Dude," her voice barked. "You're drooling and other people are waiting." Her tone was light and sweet.

You and Vi shared a chuckle, although yours sounded more embarrassed than hers. "Consider yourself a fan?" Vi gave you a mix of a smirk and a smile. Her hand still remained on the small of your back.

Giving her an eased smile, you moved closer so you two were side-by-side and in frame for the picture Hannah was taking. "You could say that."

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– After that interaction, you could not stop talking about it on the way to your seats.

– You and Hannah gathered some goodies along the way. And even in line for frozen drinks, you couldn't stop mentioning how her wrapped hand felt on your back and how her voice was smooth as honey.

– Hannah could only sympathize so many times before she grew tired of your yapping, but she let you continue nonetheless.

– In your seat and deep into the match, you two raved and cheered for the respected sides. One of Hannah's favorites was competing before Vi's match so it was like a 2-for-1 special.

– When Vi's match did come around, you couldn't help but relish in her confidence and bask in her charisma. How she owned the ring during her intro and how her body bounced against the ring's ropes.

– She was stunning. (Even though you knew that already).

– As she stood on the ropes, smiling and waving to her fans, her eyes found yours. For Vi, it was like time stopped. The cheers of the audience drowned out and all she cared about was making you smile and seeing that sparkle in your eye again.

– She gave you her signature wink with the tilt of your head. To that, you squealed, jumped on the balls of your feet, and waved ecstatically towards her.

– Satisfied, Vi hummed to herself and went on to start her match.

– Now Vi wasn't going to let some cute human distract her from winning this fight. She's met many cute people before and she refused to let them get into her head and make her lose the match.

– Even if those cute people seem to melt and stare at her in admiration at the smallest things.

– Your meeting was only the beginning of a long-lasting relationship.

– Even after months of being together, you still freaked out time to time.

– These freakouts were different than before. They weren't "fangirl" freakouts and instead were smitten, "omg-i-can't-believe-how-awesome-my-girlfriend-is-and-i'm-in-love-with-her" freakouts.

– Like when Vi would rest her arm someplace on your body to lean on you, you would internally freak out because she was leaning on you and she's so attractive when she does that.

– Or another time when she gives you puppy eyes for wanting something you said no to. She'd even stick out her bottom lip and deepen the pout before you groan, cup her face, and express over and over how cute she is before giving in.

– When she calls you "babe", you freak out a little, and even when she cups your face, a tiny squeal comes from you.

– Vi never grew tired of your freakouts or moments of flusteredness. She thought it was cute.

– She had her moments of freakouts too but hid them better than you.

– (I had wayyy more ideas for this originally but they all went out the window as soon as I started writing so abrupt ending! Sorry!)

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